#i realize it's probably like 20 sec but still

[butmakeitgayblog]

How has no one uploaded this yet 😕

[sordidmusings]

Age Gap (Buggy x Reader)

A/N: for @soft-mafia since she wanted more age gap Buggy! Mostly bulleted like a headcanon but has two little drabbles sprinkled in cuz I couldn't help myself. I will be posting a continuation of this actually writing out the scene mentioned at the end, but I wanted to get this out now.

Word count: ~2.6 k

Warnings: obviously an age gap but the younger one is mentioned to be in their 20s, fem!reader, NSFW mentioned at the end, alcohol consumption, probably (hopefully) silly humor, the touch starved shows hardcore for a second there, tried my best to get Buggy right but you know how it be especially because he exists as an amalgam of LA and anime Buggy in my brain

Now come get y'all dopamine

I imagine you joined Buggy’s crew largely looking for that found family goodness then found out how much you’d never been taken care of and how much you craved it

One day while going through the different acts you were learning from the crew trying to find what stuck, you took a decent fall. Not the kind that breaks bones, but the kind where you just gotta lay there a sec and recalibrate how you got to this point

After some laughter (I mean come on it is a crew curated by Buggy and they could tell it wasn’t serious), the nearby crew surrounded you to check on you. While you were breathlessly saying you’re fine from your position on the floor, they parted to reveal the Captain coming to your side:

Buggy bent down to loom over you. The shadow he cast over your face was a welcome break from the bright overhead lights. You just wished that the way they haloed him didn’t make it so hard to see the laughter on his face.

“Good form! I think we could just throw you around to see you flail like that as your act - you’d be our finest comedy routine.” His voice was thick with sarcasm and giggles. However, his detached arms were gentle when they lifted you from the floor. They changed to posing outstretched with his hands on your shoulders and he walked into them to reattach. He looked you up and down before circling around you, all the while his hands were nudging you this way and that for his inspection. Once he was back at your front, he changed to brushing some dirt from your arms and shoulders. You didn’t speak for fear of interrupting this attention you were receiving from him.  He seemed to suddenly snap to clarity anyway.

“RIGHT.” Vocal control? Who is she? Buggy doesn’t know her. “So either get better at what you’re doing or actually fall on purpose. Wouldn’t want you fucking up that money maker.” He was already walking away when one detached hand gave your cheek two brisk pats and he made himself scarce.

It was obvious to you and everyone else how much you ate up his attention. The soft look you were still giving the direction he went in was damn near sickening. It was then you understood your purpose here - becoming Buggy’s spoiled lapdog.

Luckily for you, that was also the moment Buggy realized how his body buzzed when he touched you and how he lit up when you looked up at him with pretty, wide eyes. 

Unluckily, he also decided that being near you would lead down a dangerous route of him needing more and more of you and he was positive that he was just being some old creep over a pretty little thing like you.

This led to a game where Buggy would try to keep you at arm’s length while he battled both his own desire to be around you and your seemingly supernatural ability to just appear next to him at all times.

He wasn’t great at the arms distance thing even when he thought he was nailing it because nailing it to him was being in his natural space as the center of attention and only checking (immediately and desperately) that you were watching and approving of whatever he was doing. The way his head would always snap to you for your reaction was neither subtle nor discouraging to your rapidly growing infatuation.

You decided that orbiting his personal space wasn’t working well enough. Sure, he’d give you a hit of what you wanted with some fleeting touches and mostly disguised compliments but you needed more. Hurting yourself intentionally so that he would take care of you didn’t seem like a sustainable option, so you settled on playing his own game. Time to practice owning a room.

This could be a dangerous game to play. You were certain that blatantly taking the spotlight would just make him upset with you not that you’d mind him taking that out on you. You settled on more subtle things like spreading your attention more through the crew instead of mostly on him, being more focused and daring in your training, participating more in the many games that broke out when the alcohol did, and dressing a bit more intentionally (whether that’s flashier colors, eye-catching accessories, bold makeup, new or intricate hairstyles, etc.) 

The boldest card you played was feeding more into any of the flirting you received.

He has a freak show, yes, but have you ever seen how fine circus performers are?? Full fun costumes are It and also the tasks they have to perform either help them get conventionally attractive bodies and/or the rizz that comes with performing feats (just look at the traction Fryboy has gained with women like damn why he kinda-). Due to that, you’re around attractive people all the time.

While the flirting is for the purpose of pushing Buggy’s buttons, you must admit that it wasn’t a hard habit to keep up and may help inflate your ego.

Your attempts have mixed results. Buggy’s desire to claim you grew but so did his insecurity

In his mind, you look more natural next to one of the younger lookers in his crew while he’s certain the pair of you must look ridiculous together. It’s this very insecurity that’s gonna make it necessary for you to bluntly and shamelessly throw yourself at him both repeatedly and with no room for questions:

You have no clue what else you can do to get through that thick skull of his. You’re on your knees, quite literally at that. You figured that kneeling in front of that circus throne while he’s laid himself all over it would be enough to break the man. Enough to break any man, really, but he’s still finding ways to deflect you.

Buggy nodded his head to a nearby open seat. “You know they made chairs to be comfortable and your dumb ass is on the floor. That drunk already?” he snorted. Maybe choosing to do this during one of the many celebrations (you think this one is for one week of no one pregaming for show runs. ironic.) was a bad idea. You had been banking on some drinks loosening up whatever was holding him back.  It always made you snicker when you entertained the idea of it being from a sense of propriety. Checking in on the situation, you could see how all the chaos going on around you two made it easier for him to keep his eyes off of you and his ears unfocused. Earlier, you had counted it as a plus that working up a buzz would help you bulldoze through his stubbornness. You had forgotten that any alcohol in your system would make for the perfect excuse for him to write you off.

“I’ve barely started my third drink,” you started with a pout, “and I’d be ashamed if that’s enough to get me drunk after all the time spent on your crew.”

“Then you are just being stupid.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. Okay. Attention didn’t work. Compliments didn’t work. Kneeling didn’t work. Time for some big guns.

You shifted to the side so you’d be sitting towards your left hip with your bent legs beside you. Your drink found its way to your right hand but, most importantly, your chin found its way onto Buggy’s left knee. It brought you so close to where you’d really like to put yourself to work, and, man, was the temptation strong with the way his right leg was slung over the armrest of his seat. How did he expect you to stay away when he was serving himself up on a platter like this?

Buggy was definitely giving you his undivided attention now. His gaze was dark and slightly accusatory. The lighting matched with his makeup made him look more dangerous than usual. The nerves it sent through you might have had you back right off. Instead you held your ground because you saw his pulse hammer against his neck. You saw his throat bob as he swallowed. You saw his pink tongue contrast with red as he licked his lips and gave a shaky exhale.

While you were starting to settle into your bold move, Buggy was becoming more and more antsy. His grip on his glass became white-knuckled under his gloves, and he tried to give himself time to think by taking a huge gulp of his drink. Why did you have to look at him like that? So pleading? The angle from his lap made your lashes darken your eyes and it was impossible for him to keep the image of your hooded gaze about a foot closer to him out of his head. What did you want from him? You’d denied his accusations about money or intel so what the fuck could it be? Was this a game? Get in the pants of the Captain for preferential treatment and go back to whoever else you had in your palm on the crew to laugh about him falling for it?

You noticed his mood turning sour so you decided to interrupt whatever was tumbling around his head. “I think I could get much more comfy right here.” To prove a point, you dragged your chin to his inner thigh, right above his knee, and snuggled your cheek into his leg. His pants weren’t the softest against your skin but he was so addictingly warm through them. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut to enjoy the sensation before you looked back up at him and flirtatiously said, “I’m comfiest next to you.”

His hands itched with the need to grab you by the hair and force your face right where he needed you. Instead he scoffed at you. “Suuuuure. And why’s that, princess?”

“You make me smile,” you admitted immediately. His startled gaze met your lovesick one and you realized what you said and how quickly you said it. Too close to emotionally vulnerable; time to backtrack a touch. You want to get the role as his trophy before you even attempt to approach the title of Love of His Life. “You also said that you take care of your crew and I’m on your crew, right? So you’ll take care of me.”

The cheeky smile you spoke through melted him. An achingly deep sigh left him while his right hand detached from the arm to deposit his drink on the floor next to you. Quickly, it flew back to its limb. Both of your hearts pumped fire through your chests as he reached that hand out towards you. Buggy took his time stroking his fingers from your forehead into your hair. When his palm came down to join the gesture, you were very happy to realize that his hand was just as warm as the thigh still under your cheek. You shuffled closer so your legs squeezed in between his foot and the left leg of his throne. Buggy shuddered when he felt your fingertips graze the back of his calf and spread out like a star so you could grab it. Using your new grip, you snuggled more firmly into his leg and let yourself buzz off of getting this new touch from your Captain.

Ulterior motives be damned, Buggy couldn’t give them any credence when you looked so happy to sit at his feet and receive such a simple touch. He should probably laugh and call you a needy puppy to regain some control over the situation. Instead, he slipped his hand down the side of your head.  He massaged his fingertips into the base of your skull and said, “I’ll take care of you, little star.”

Once he has accepted that you’re serious there will be jokes about the dynamic but do not be fooled - he can only dish it out and WILL spiral if he receives any type of comment about how much older he is (the word geriatric is punishable by death)

Sometimes the joke is him patronizingly treating you like a child (you almost socked him right there at the dinner table when some food came at your face with accompanying airplane noises)

Sometimes it’s calling you a gold digger (“then where’s my allowance, huh?” “OH so my gIFTS AREN’T ENOUGH FOR YOU NOW? YOU were the one ACTUALLY CRYING over me buying you that wonky ass stuffed seal with the lopsided face!!” “HIS NAME IS JERRY AND YOU WILL SHOW HIM SOME RESPECT”)

Sometimes it’s just dumb shit like pointing at the type of girl’s clothing store that has made a contract with God to own all the pinks and pastels the world has to offer before turning to you straight faced and asking if you want to stop in to look. Any way this man can think to goof, he will.

And it’s tooooootally a coping mechanism to process the fact that he’s nearly forty and dating a twenty-something and not at all because joking around with you has become one of his basic survival needs

The dynamic ends up helping both of y’all feel special - you have a hot, boisterous, spotlight-stealing pirate captain pampering (and then making a mess of) you while he gets a beautiful, capable, eye-catching young thing looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky

Nothing goes to Buggy’s head more than when you walk into a room full of people, attractive ones especially, and only see him.

He loves anything that makes it obvious to others that you are his, whether that's him draped over you, you draped over him, red stains on the back of your hands, your shoulders, your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, having his jolly roger on your outfit, having you in his hat or coat

This very much extends to him wanting anyone and everyone to overhear you in the bedroom. Everyone should know you're his and he's the only one who can make you feel so good

Don't worry, they'll also get the message that he's yours from all the moaning and praises

He gives you endless pet names but always comes back to “sweet stuff”, “sweets”, “princess”, “star”, “prima donna” (affectionate), “prima donna” (derogatory), and anything preceded by “little” (“little showstopper”, “little tease”, very rarely “little girl” if he feels especially like exerting power over you)

He prides himself on making you feel cared for and safe. Instead of feeling like a chore he has to do because he’s in the ‘older man’ role, he loves the way you preen under his attention and how you happily return the favor.

When in the Cross Guild Era, Buggy started going to all meetings with you by his side then on his thigh. It was a good defensive strategy because the other two seemed more hesitant to throttle him if you were in the way, but lets be real this man is also clingy and loves showing you off too.

At first he found it offensive that Mihawk and Croc were so disbelieving at the sight of you happily perched on your captain’s lap but then it made him the smuggest motherfucker when he would see their eyes trail over you knowing that they can only look and he can touch however he wants. This leads to him pushing until he hit your boundary at leaving very visible marks on you

One time he fucked you stupid right before a meeting so that you wouldn’t think about the bite mark surrounded by red makeup that kept playing peekaboo with your shirt collar (or the red smears between your thighs that showed whenever you shifted your legs)

[maviscat123]

Anatomy II

By: JohnBoy

Someone was pounding on the door...

Big Jim Reese woke up with a snort; he'd been having a late afternoon nap on the cot in his office. His "office" was actually a small trailer, parked amongst some trees near the back of the construction site.

Jim sat up groggily -- he coughed and slowly ran a large, beefy hand over the stubble on his shaved head. The pounding came again, more urgent this time.

"Hey, Mr. Reese! You in there?" It sounded like a young guy.

"Yeah, yeah," he spoke in his deep baritone, "hold on a sec." The huge black man got up and opened the door.

It was Ken, the son of the crane-operator. He was tall and rather well-built, about 20 or so, sandy blond and blue-eyed, and with a tuft of bristly beard on the end of his chin.

Jim had noticed (on the four or five other occasions that he'd met him) that he always acted a bit shy and nervous around him. Probably, he guessed, because he was intimidated by his size: Jim was a half-foot taller than him, and probably out- weighed the kid by at least 130 pounds (a good deal of it was solid muscle, too).

"Hey Kenny, what're you doin' here?"

"Is-- is my Dad here?"

"Nope, he's gone home already." Jim yawned; he thought the young man looked even more nervous than usual. "Uh, everything okay?"

Ken glanced over his shoulder. "The cops are after me, man."

"What?" Jim looked towards the street; he could see a police cruiser pulling up in front of the site. He'd heard that this boy had been in trouble with the law in the past: B&E, some minor theft...

"I need a place to hide. Please, you gotta let me in!"

Jim sighed. He wanted nothing to do with this kid's problems. But an idea was starting to form in his head... and before he even realized it, he said, "Okay, get in." Ken was peeking out through the blinds, watching the cop. Jim had not asked him what kind of trouble he was in this time, and the kid hadn't told him...

"What's he doing?" Jim asked.

"He's just talking to one of the workers. Wait-- shit, the guy's pointing this way!"

Kenny looked around the trailer. "Fuck, if I get caught this time, I'm going to jail for sure. You can't let him find me!"

"If he wants to look in here, I don't think I can really stop him."

"But... there's no place to hide in here! What am I gonna do?"

"Well," he said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant, "I got a suggestion."

"What??"

"How much you weigh, Kenny?"

"Wha--? Uh, about 190, I guess. Why?"

Jim tugged thoughtfully at his wiry, dark goatee. This young man was a fair bit bigger than the doctor had been. He wondered, could he do it?

"You can hide... in here." Jim pointed to his stomach.

"Huh?"

"I could swallow you."

Ken just stared at him.

Jim went on, "Just for awhile. I could swallow you whole and hide you inside my belly, just 'til the cop leaves. Don't worry, you'll be safe. If he comes up here lookin' for you, well... there's no way he'd find ya. Then when he's gone, I'll let you out."

Ken continued to stare at him.

"Well? What do you think?"

"Oh come on... this is a joke, right?"

"No, I mean it. I'm serious."

"You're crazy, Mr. Reese. You can't swallow a whole person. It's-- it's frickin' impossible!!"

"Well, yeah, for most people. But I'm different; there's somethin' special about my anatomy that lets me do it. Big mouth, big throat, big stomach... just ask my doctor. Trust me, I can do it." Jim knew this might not be completely true... after all, when he'd done it before (three days earlier), Doctor Moffat had given him some kind of injection as well. Whether he could do it now, without the drug, remained to be seen.

Ken still seemed unconvinced. He looked out the window again, anxiously.

"Well, we're runnin' outta time, son," Jim said, "Do you wanna try it or not?"

"But... you'll let me back out, right?"

"Yeah, sure, of course I will."

The kid shrugged. "What the hell, I guess I got no choice. Okay."

"Damn right!" Jim tried to suppress his excitement. Ever since the doctor's appointment, he'd been thinking of little else but swallowing someone again -- and now he had his chance!! Of course he intended to release the boy afterwards...

but he thought, maybe he could try to keep him inside for awhile? Say, ten minutes or so? Would he survive in there that long??

"Er, what should I do...?"

The big man went to the tiny fridge and pulled out a stick of butter. "Take off all yer clothes and rub this on you."

Ken's face screwed up. "What are you gonna do, fry me up first?"

"It's to make you slide down easy. Come on. And take that earring off, too." Jim looked through the blinds. "You better hurry up, son. I think the cop is comin' this way," he lied.

Kenny started to undress. Jim took off his own shirt, undid the button on his jeans, and unzipped his fly part-way. He saw Ken looking at him as he did this, and said, "Gotta make room for ya." He patted his belly. "You're a big boy."

The young man was completely nude now. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the stick of butter and began to rub it over his chest. "It's cold!"

"Don't worry, you'll get nice and warmed up once you're inside me." Jim realized that he was starting to salivate. His stomach began to grumble and groan in anticipation, and he wondered if Kenny could hear it...

After the boy had buttered himself up, Jim ordered him to lie down on the cot, on his back. He dropped to his knees heavily at the foot of the cot and grabbed him firmly by the ankles, lifting his feet up. He hoped the hunger in his face wasn't too obvious. Now Jim could see a hint of fear in Ken's expression, and realized he'd have to work fast and get it done with before he changed his mind. (And just in case the policeman came around, too!)

He said in a reassuring tone, "It's okay, kid. I promise it won't hurt a bit. I've done this before." He grinned. Then he crouched down and opened his mouth very, very wide...

"Shit, man," Ken mumbled.

With a grunt, Jim quickly thrust both feet into his mouth and part-way down his throat -- Ken giggled despite his fear, squirming around as if he was being tickled. Jim grasped his legs more tightly and pushed again, taking him in almost to the knees with a thick, slurping sound.

"Holy cow, I can't believe you're doing that!" the boy said in amazement. "Hey, wait, I just thought of something... will I even be able to breathe in there?"

Jim tried to nod (which wasn't easy), and gulped again, taking his legs in even further. He couldn't believe how fantastic this felt... the kid was delicious! He'd be moaning with pleasure if his throat hadn't been so full. He wished he could slow down and enjoy every inch of Kenny's smooth, firm, sweet flesh as it slipped inside him, but there wasn't enough time -- besides, he was too ravenous!

Ken's face turned pale as he watched the huge man's mouth working to take him in, gobbling him up, the lips stretching around his hips and ass now. "Goddamn..." he whispered.

Jim's eyes were starting to roll over white with the effort. He continued to swallow, while at the same time holding Ken by his upper arms and shoving him in. Then he guided his hands into his mouth, gaping even wider to engulf the boy's muscular torso and arms. He could feel his legs starting to fold up inside his belly.

"Uhh, Mr. Reese?"

He ignored him. He couldn't believe the power of his throat muscles; it seemed they were working on auto-pilot, flexing and gulping almost on their own, practically sucking the kid down his gullet... it felt so natural. He realized there was no question now as to whether or not he needed drugs to do this.

But the most difficult part was coming: Kenny's wide shoulders...

Ken seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing with the pressure on his chest. His eyes were starting to bug out, and there was an incredulous expression on his face; Jim imagined that he must've looked quite bizarre right now, with his mouth stetched out to grotesque proportions.

This was starting to get harder, and the sensation of fullness was unbelievable. Perhaps the boy was too big? Had he bitten off more than he could chew, so to speak?

The young man blurted, "I-- I'm not sure about this anymore. Wait..." He began to struggle feebly, but his arms were pinned to his sides, inside Jim's throat.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the trailer door. A voice called out, "Anyone in there?"

Jim's heart lunged. Shit, it was the cop! He looked Ken in the face, wondering what his reaction would be. Would he scream for help??

A moment of silence passed... then Ken seemed to make his decision: "Uh," he cleared his throat, and tried to talk in a deeper voice, "Yes, officer? I mean, who is it?"

Jim would've smiled if he could. He continued to swallow -- but now it felt like the kid was almost stuck!

"Jim Reese? I'd like to talk to you, if you don't mind."

"Uhh... okay, er, gimme a minute," Ken said.

Jim reached out, clamped onto Ken's shoulders and began forcefully shoving him in with all his strength, swallowing hard.

The door handle rattled. "Please open up, it's the police."

"Just-- just let me get some pants on! Oh, Christ..." Kenny gasped.

Now only his head still protruded from the man's mouth. Jim pushed on the crown of his head with both hands, and he continued to slide in... he could feel the kid's little beard scraping against the roof of his mouth.

In a muffled voice, he heard him say, "Jeez, it smells like hamburgers in here..."

And then he closed his mouth completely over him and gulped hugely. He felt the boy going all the way down, filling his gut...

The cop was knocking again, impatiently. "Sir, will you open the door??"

Jim was gasping for air. "Yeah, yeah," he managed to say. He could feel Ken squirming around inside him -- it seemed like he was trying to turn around. He gulped down several large mouthfuls of air so the kid could breathe. Then he got up with a loud grunt, steadying himself against the wall. The weight in his gut was incredible; he was having some difficulty just standing up!

He quickly kicked Ken's clothes and shoes under the cot, then unlocked the door.

The police officer looking up at him was on the short side, but quite burly. He had a thick, brown, brush-like moustache and a buzzcut. He was carrying his cap under one arm.

Almost immediately, his eyes went to Jim's enormous, round globe of a belly, and his jaw dropped slightly. But then he tried to compose himself and looked Jim in the face, saying in a firm voice, "Is there a problem?"

"Uh, no-- sorry I took so long, officer. I was... I had to put some clothes on." Jim tried to laugh.

The cop looked at him suspiciously. "I thought I heard someone else in here."

"Nope, just me. I was having a little snooze."

"Well... I'm Officer Banks. May I come in? I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Oh, sure." Jim backed up to allow the guy to enter.

"So you're the foreman on this site, Mr. Reese?" The cop couldn't seem to help himself; he kept glancing down at Jim's gut. Jim was nervous... for some reason, Ken was struggling a bit inside him, and he hoped it wouldn't be visible from the outside. Was the boy uncomfortable?

"Yes."

The policeman looked slowly around the interior of the trailer. He said, "You know a young man named Kenneth Delaney?"

"Yeah, I think so. He's one of the employees' kids."

"Have you seen him today?"

Jim's stomach gurgled audibly. "Ah, no. Haven't seen him."

"You sure? One of your workmen seems to think he came up here. He's in a bit of trouble, I'm afraid."

"Sorry, I was sleeping. I didn't see anyone." From Jim's belly came a small moan; Jim thumped a hand to his gut and uttered a short, loud burp. "Ooof... 'scuse me, officer!"

Banks couldn't seem to contain himself any longer -- chuckling, he poked Jim in the belly and said, "I'm sorry, but... man! That is some huge gut you've got there, buddy." He shook his head. "You got a horse in there, or what?"

"Aw, no, it's just fat. And... I had a big lunch today, too." Jim smiled broadly.

"Never seen anything like that. Damn! Sorry, I hope I haven't embarassed you."

"That's alright, I know I could stand to lose 'bout 200 pounds. So, umm... what's the boy done?"

"I can't really tell you that." The cop took another quick look around the trailer. "Well, you just keep an eye out for him, okay?"

"Okay, sure thing."

"Thanks for your time. You take care, sir." He left.

Jim could feel a massive belch building up, trying to escape. He sat down on the cot with a groan. Ken was wriggling around more now, and he could hear him trying to say something -- obviously, he wanted to be released.

Now that the policeman was gone Jim could relax, and really savour the experience of having a whole, live person inside his stomach. It felt great, even better than with the doctor... he'd never had such an enjoyable and satisfying meal in his life!

And now he was starting to realize something else: he didn't want to let the boy back out after all. He knew he had to; he'd surely suffocate in there before long and besides, he thought he could feel his digestive juices starting to flow. Just awhile longer, he thought...

The kid moaned again from inside his gut. His struggles seemed to be weakening.

Mm-mmm... he'd sure been a tasty morsel. He felt so full... and yet he thought that he could probably take someone even a little bigger than Kenny, next time. Jim rubbed his belly, opened his mouth wide and heaved out a huge, long, thun- derous belch. He was about to gulp down some fresh air for the boy, but then stopped himself.

With a sigh, he stretched out onto his back instead. I guess this was my plan all along, he thought to himself. Wasn't it? He didn't know if he could actually digest such an incredible amount of food...

but he supposed there was only one way to find out.

[kanmom51]

A little math in the morning

You know how it is when you're at work and you don't really feel like being at work cause all you are thinking of is Jikook (obsessed much? Oh, most definitely!!)?

This is one of those mornings.

And I figured, if I'm going down this rabbit hole, well, why not ask you to join?

And who doesn't love to do some math in the morning, right?

So yeah, math.

But wait a sec.

This math is the good kind.

The kind that tells us just how much Jikook we'll be getting.

The kind that makes us realize that we are going to be getting more Jikook than we have ever had before. More interactions. Longer moments. Like a full on show.

But just how much of it? Well, this is where the math comes in.

Now that the intro and explanations are done, let's get going:

We talked about the meaning of the 8's in my previous post, so I will forgo that in this one.

What I will be doing here is a little counting. You know. To put things into perspective. Because I feel like sometimes we lose that.

8 episodes of Jikook bliss is what we will be getting.

A show that will most likely be 20 to 25 minutes long. This is a starting assumption. I will be grateful for this, and every single minute added to that will be a blessing.

But if we take 20-25 minute episodes, that will give us:

20*8=160

to

25*8=200

Between 160 to 200 minutes.

And even if we cut out 10% of that as whatever (intro, outro, anything that doesn't have them in it), we will get:

144 to 180 minutes of Jikook.

Do you get that?

Do you register that?

A minimum of: 144 minutes.

That is over 2 hours of Jikook!!!!!

I don't think we can even imagine what that means.

We, who have been living on little few seconds to couple of minute increments of those two. The longest interaction we got was the live they did back in 2020 and that was them being totally vigilant and aware of the live camera (and yet...).

As much as the editing will probably be brutal, cause put those two together and more so add some alcohol into the bidding (we know there was alcohol) and you will get wild wild Jikookery that may end with bed nets being torn to pieces. But as brutal as it may be and as much as they might want to water it down (which I'm kind of wondering if they even are wanting to do this at this point - long train of thoughts going on here in that matter), you just can't do that with over 2 hours of exclusively Jikook content.

You just can't.

Boy, we are going to be rolling in it. This is going to sustain us for years to come. RB left behind. Hickey forgotten. TTU - what's that even? 'Are you sure' is going to be IT. That reference point. Can you even process it? I'm still trying to.

You don't need to have them making out on camera to recognize a certain type of dynamic. Just saying.

8 EPISODES

144 minutes

MINIMUM!!!!!

Over 2 hours!!!

AT MINIMUM!!!!

Of Jikook just having pure fun.

With each other.

TOGETHER

ALONE

JUST THE 2 OF THEM

Swallow that HATERS!!!!

Or just choke on it. Who cares? I don't.

Happy dance incoming.

[darlingdia1007]

OMG hi I saw that you ate taking requests and I just HAD to request.

Could you maybe do a Stanley x F! Reader where they are an old married couple and resder is angry about something and keeps cussing and being a meanie. The twins are scared and looking at grunkle stan for help about this and to calm Reader down before she sets the shack on fire but Stanley just says this is normal and he intact finds it incredibly hot.😜😜

Beating the heat

(Thank you for requesting this one. It seems very silly honestly. I do apologize, it’s been a while since I’ve written a fanfic.)

It was around 1:30pm when the temperatures had reached its highest of 105° degrees and the AC wasn’t working correctly in the shack. Stepping outside wasn’t the best idea either since the wind would only blow hot air.

Stan and his wife were sitting at the kitchen table as they began debating if they should close the shack since it would become a bigger issue as the day went on. This heat was slowly getting to (Y/N) very quickly. Placing her hand on the collar of her shirt, she began to fan herself with her shirt. Beads of sweat slowly moved down her face as the breeze she created felt amazing.

“Even when you’re melting over there, I bet I can Make you melt in other ways~” a scraggly voice said in front of you. Stan had made one of his “flirty” remarks at you. Most of the time you would love them and shoot one back his way, but dear lord was it a bad time. “Hun, Right now isn’t the best time.” She said as she looked at him and rolled her eyes. This heat was really getting to her now. “Oh come on, you love that one!” He remarked as he got up from his chair.

Sometimes, even after the 30 years the two had been together, married, she could still get mad at him for reals sometimes. This was one of these moments. Getting up from her chair, she had quickly put your chair back into its place and entered the gift shop. An Idea that would probably save her life but she couldn’t do it till everyone was out of the gift shop.

Reaching for the open sign, she switched it to closed as to let people know they will be closed for the rest of the day. Now the only issue was getting people to leave the gift shop. Sitting herself down at the register, she began helping people pay out one by one. Around 20 minutes later, the last customer left. She smiled and waved goodbye to the woman and hurriedly locked the door.

A sign of relief left her lips as she ran a hand through her graying hair. Stepping away from the door, she went to the vending machine and began typing in the familiar code as she made her way down the stairs.

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“Grunkle stan, Why does Grauntie (Y/N) seem… mad?” Mabel had squeaked out from around the corner when leaving the gift shop and entered the living room where her grunkle was seated while watching the TV. “Mad? What do you mean kiddo?” He looked at Mabel in confusion when Dipper came from behind his sister. “She was all pushy and grouchy towards the customers when she was checking them out. She was also sweating pretty hard.” He wiped the sweat from his hands as he soon realized it was getting a little hot.

Stan sat there for a sec and an idea popped into his head, “Kids, go get your swim suits, we’re going to the pool.” Shouts of excitement lept from the kids.

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“Ford… hello?” She had made it to the last couple of steps as she placed her foot on the solid floor. It was surprisingly cold down here so the biggest smile crept onto her face. Standing next to the stairs, she closed her eyes and embraced the cold that was creeping over her body. Unknowingly to her, her brother-in-law heard her and was walking towards her. “Yes?” He asked as he looked at her.

“Oh good, you’re here! I need to ask the biggest favor.” She pleaded as she looked at him. “The AC is broken and I have no clue what’s wrong with it. Could you please save me and fix it? I’ll make you those sugar cookies you really like.”

His attention was quickly caught on when he heard that his favorite dessert was about to be made for him. “I’ll get right to it then.” A small smile was placed on her face as she began to go up the stairs when she heard a familiar voice that she was a little annoyed at.

“(Y/N) are you down here? Honey?” It was Stan. Her smile left her face when heard her husband calling her name. Finally making it to the surface, she came face to face with him. “God you look so hot when you’re feisty.” He quickly grabbed her and spun her around. She couldn’t be mad at him for long after that. A small kiss was placed on her lips as she held onto him, slowly melting at the affectionate she was being given from him.

“See, I told you I could make you melt.” He laughed as her face quickly became sour and pushed him away. “What? I can’t like my women a little feisty?! Hey, go get your bathing suit, I’m taking you and the kids to go swimming to beat this heat.” He began walking back to the living room as (Y/N) stood there at the small gesture.

Walking upstairs to their bedroom, the sounds of floorboard creaked as she made her way to their shared bedroom. Quickly reaching to the dresser to pull out her swimsuit, she placed it on the bed and grabbed the sunscreen, sunglasses, and the beach bag. Everything was packed and ready for the pool. The sounds of laughter could be heard from the outside porch as the twins were talking to each other. Mabel seemed to be the most excited out of the two of them though.

“Honey, we gotta be home before 5, I still need to make the cookies I promised your brother.” You had said as Stan walked out in his swimsuit. Those adorable striped swimsuits would never get old.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 20!!!

Okay, here we are! Part 20! I was finally starting to feel more myself again today, so I was able to finish it :D

I planned for Newt and Adam to be one installment, but the story has demanded it need at least two parts. SO! Here we go!

Let's do this.

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Luckily for all parties concerned, Adam happened to be on half term break. This meant that all Newt needed to do to convince him and his mother to let him take a train to London, was promise that the kind and well-respected Mr. Fell would write Adam a Letter of Recommendation for Uni. And so, Newt met him at King’s Cross on a rainy London morning, and left the train station on a suspiciously sunny London afternoon. Adam enjoyed riding the tube, but seemed much less impressed by the time he was standing outside the bookshop himself. The teenage ex-antichrist stood outside the door of the bookshop looking at it like it was something stuck on the bottom of his shoe.

“Well,” said Newt, “This is it.”

Adam hummed to himself in thought before turning his attention to Maggie’s record shop. “Just hold on a sec,” he said to Newt by way of explanation, and beelined for Maggie’s instead. Newt, surprised by this development, went after him.

“Uh, we have records in the shop already, you know.”

Adam ignored him and opened the door to the record shop, where Maggie was asleep on the counter. At the sound of the bell, her head popped up and Newt could have sworn she jumped nearly three feet in the air.

“Oh!” She cried in surprise, but her expression changed to a smile when she saw Adam. “Hello, young man. If I can help you find anything let me know.” Maggie was practically beaming at the thought of having a customer. And a young one at that!

“Actually,” Adam began, “Mr. Fell from next door asked me to pop by and help him with some things around his shop. But he doesn’t seem to be in at the minute. Do you think he’d mind if I went inside without him there?”

Maggie’s customer service smile softened to a motherly one. “Oh my dear, I bet Mr. Fell would absolutely be alright with you going in. Especially since you’ve got Newt right here to watch over you. You go right on inside, and if he says anything about it, you tell him I said so.” She winked for emphasis. Adam smiled and nodded.

“Thank you very much, Maggie,” he said politely. Then he turned and left with Newt following behind. Maggie watched after them for a moment, but it wasn’t until much later that she realized she hadn’t told him her name.

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Newt watched as Adam approached the door of the bookshop and placed his hand on the handle. For reasons Newt didn’t understand, Adam still hesitated and took a deep breath before opening it and stepping over the threshold. Newt followed behind like a lost puppy. To be honest, he was rather lost already. He didn’t understand the things Adam was doing or why he was doing them, and really he didn’t know how to go about asking either without sounding rude.

“Erm, you alright Adam?” Was about the closest Newt was able to get. He closed the door behind them and locked it just in case.

“It smells funny here,” Adam replied with a scrunched-up nose.

“Probably the books,” Newt explained, “A lot of them are very old here.”

“No,” Adam said, “It’s not the books.”

Despite not ever being to the bookshop before, Adam found his way to the flat without needing Newt to show him, and put his bag down in the second bedroom that Newt was certain hadn’t existed before. The moment he’d dropped his things, the teenage ex-antichrist turned to face Newt and pulled a small notebook and pen out of his pocket.

“Right,” he began, clicking the pen and opening the book, “Now while I’m here, there are a few things I absolutely need to do, you understand.”

Newt nodded along seriously. They were getting to business now, he could see. Best to get straight to it, yes.

“I need to try something called soo-shi. Pepper says it’s raw, and Wensleydale says it can’t be because you’d be sick, but then I saw a video on YouTube where a man ate a live octopus and its suction cups clung to his throat and killed him. So I need to try it and see if it’s alive or dead. Also, Brian found this old cartoon called Naruto and he asked me to see if I could find something called Ramen...”

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It turned out that none of Adam’s friends were interested in souvenirs, and had instead requested he bring them back information – answers to their curiosities that they couldn’t absolutely confirm in the small village of Tadfield. Frankly, Newt found this to be rather charming, and allowed Adam to call the shots so to speak until after dinner. In this fashion, they managed to cross a few items off his list which included, but weren’t limited to: Is Piccadilly Circus actually a circus? (disappointingly, no), Does Sherlock Holmes actually live at 221B Baker Street? (Also, unfortunately, no), Is Sushi alive? (Alas, another no), and Is Ramen actually as good as it looks in the cartoons? (YES).

After a very expensive Japanese takeaway, Newt cleared this throat. “Adam, listen, we’ve had a great deal of fun, but I need your help with something very important.”

“I know,” Adam said, setting down his spoon and taking out his phone, “You need me to help you find an angel,” he looked up from his phone screen and into Newt’s eyes, “They’re your friend. I’m going to help you find them. Don’t worry.”

Much to his surprise, Newt found himself blinking back tears. It was the first time he had stopped to consider that he was in fact worried about Muriel. It had been his fault that they disappeared, or were kidnapped...er...angel-napped or whatever it was that had happened to them. And they were such a sweet soul, and he didn’t even know if they were safe. So yes, for the first time since Muriel’s actual disappearance, Newt realized that he was very worried for his friend.

Adam went back to his phone for a moment, tapping and swiping as he spoke. “I’m guessing you’ve already tried the communication circle under the rug, yeah?”

“Uh...yeah,” Newt said, wiping away the few tears that had managed to actually push to the surface, “Didn’t work. I just got…..voicemail.”

“Hm,” Adam looked up from his phone, eyes drifting towards the ceiling in thought, “I wonder...maybe they’re blocking it because they know it’s you.”

“What? Like Caller ID?”

“Something like that.”

“Then we could use a VPN or something?”

Adam raised his eyebrows and set his phone down on the table. “Huh,” he said, “Didn’t think old people knew about VPNs.”

“Hey,” Newt rebutted, “I’m not that old.”

“Pft. Yeah, okay Boomer.”

“I’m not…” Newt groaned in frustration. Teenagers. He took a deep breath and decided to try again. “I’ve loved computers and software since I was a kid,” he settled on, “Technology just...never really loved me back I guess.”

Adam nodded thoughtfully. “Well good,” he said, “I’m going to need you to understand what you’re doing once I go home.”

Despite feeling incredibly confused, Newt nodded. He didn’t understand how they were going to set up a VPN that could trick Heaven, but he did understand that he was placing the problem in very good hands.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[gx-gameon]

Crack Idea, but what probably happens at the end of Season One:

Kagemaru: I will steal your soul and rule over this land as an immortal, Jaden Yuki! Jaden: One sec. looks up at sky Hey can this guy steal my soul and use it as fuel for eternal youth? Kagemaru: Just what are you playing at- get struck by hella amount of lightning Jaden: So Grandpa Aknamkanon says no to that.

Hahahaha.

The way Jaden solves all of his problems.

I didn’t realize just how early people started dueling Jaden for his soul. Like the first shadow game is with in the first 20 episodes.

Just image everytime someone is about to initiate a shadow game they just get struck down.

Jaden’s a little miffed about it because he wants to duel but he also can’t be to mad because Grandpa Aknamkanon only does this when it’s necessary. He also knows the old timer is also 1) regretful that he couldn’t help Atem and Yugi durning their struggles and 2) overly protective of his Lineage now that he can be.

This is so funny to me. It get funnier if you extend it to season 2. Anytime someone thinks about join the cult there’s thunder and lighting coming down very close. “Okay the universe is telling me not to join the cult.” Aknamkanon nodding in the afterlife “yes the ‘universe’ doesn’t want you making his grandson sad.’

Viper puts those stupid Bio-bands on the kids and Jaden passes out from dueling Axel. Before anyone can get to Jaden lighting stikes from the sky. They (the transfer students) freak out because oh my goodness Jaden just got struck by lightning. No Aknamkanon just shot the bio-band off.

Once Jaden wakes up and is good to move he drags Jesse outside and gabs his hand. Jesse is still concerned for his friend who just passed out and was struck by lightning so he’s not asking too many questions. Until Jaden steps away from him hold Jesse’s hand out between them with the bio-band facing up, and looks up at the sky and says “hey gramps can you….” He doesn’t finish before lighting strikes and Jesse is standing there, hair a little frizz, eyes blinded for a second. When he can see again Jaden is still holding his hand smiling and the bio-band is off. “Come on let’s go find the others!” Jaden is dragging him by their joined hands to go find the others while Jesse is processing that Jaden’s gramps? just struck him with lightning.

[rjschoicesstuff]

For Rippy: 3, 20, 25

For the ID Trio: C, W

Thankuuu (link to ask game)

3. First opinion of school as a kid

Idk if school's th same in the US as where I live, but dbdhd here th first 2 years it's mostly just playing with other kids all day n having fun so like she would enjoy that and HDHDH probably not want to leave after her first school day.

As soon as she has to actually do schoolwork and sit down all day shes like 😔. Especially sitting still and staying quiet was really hard for her when she was so little. (It still is tbh but she has more self control now at least)

20. First time they felt accepted/welcomed by another character

I think she's just always felt that way with her mom. Idkkk about like besides that, I think for a lot of years she doesn't really Care about that much, maybe as a result from her mom always being supportive of whatever she does?

I think most likely Joy made her feel that way though like, longtime friend who's always had her back and whom she can tell anythibg (and vice versa)

25. First major success in their story

Gonna just answer this for like the time during the books, so nothing that happens before that..

In her eyes probably her asking Gabriela on a date and Gabe saying yes lol.. + the kiss on the cheek she got at the end of it (doesnt happen in th actual books btw I just wrote tht in bc I thought Ripley wld just shoot her shot with her lol 😭 especially with Gabe's friends hyping her up lol)

C. First physical contact (handshake? hug? something else?)

For Ripley and Gabe a handshake when they met. And for Ripley and Cas him sitting in her lap during the musical chaur scene lol.

I think for Cas and Gabe it was probably something like her grabbing his wrist for a sec to guide him somewhere, cuz I imagine she just does that a lot lol.

W. First time they realized their relationship is endgame... or isn't

For Ripley honestly when she realised she would live for them, or like that's when she understood how serious it was from her side on, at least. Like she's not happy about the whole vampire thing that's been forced on her, but knowing she's spending the rest of her life with them does ease the bad feelings and give a positive turn to her situation. Especially knowing it's what'll allow her to stay with them because if she'd stayed human and kept aging it just wouldn't have worked out.

And like for the relationship as a whole once everyone could agree on that like Ripley didn't have to choose. Like Ripley is a firm believer that they're all like a package deal anyway and that they all make each other better and all NEED each other so once they get there she's convinced it'll work out.

I feel like for both Cas and Gabe it'll be some rly random realisation. Where for Gabe it's her realising how rarely they really fight anymore, cause she saw that as the biggest hurdle. And for Cas realising he rly is okay with like whatever they all got going on, like when he basically realises he's lost that desire to have Ripley for himself. Cause I think initially he'd still sometimes get pissed off for a second when the 3 of them are all together and Gabe's hand brushes against his arm or something. But after a while he just stops caring about that and it's just how things are like atp it'd be weird is she wasn't there.

[throwingawayhailstones]

New raid dropped and it's kinda peak???? (party 2.2 (i actually finished the story))

yea ok holy fuck kill Barkat. KILL (spoilers btw obv)

The story was honestly pretty sweet. Even though it's a raid boss you don't actually fight the conductor in 20-5. He says he's not the combat type so he was just gonna let them go, but turns out the doors won't open until he finishes a proper performance. Them's the breaks. So the gang play some music with him and take him through therapy. it's really cool. He's like "i'm just an android i do i really count as alive?" and Eve is like "well you can hold a conversation far better than the androids outside and you can also create art. Even if you aren't a Nasod that's alive enough for me :)" I love this man i SWEAR TO GOD BARKAT IF YOU KILL HIM FOR LETTING THEM THROUGH I'M GOING TO BE REAL UPSETTI

I love him so much

Little guy discovers free will omg

AYO ADD NOT THE NEANDERTHAL ALLEGATIONS

KILL HIM EVE

The 20-4 story was really funny with Haivan realizing the trick to getting past the security system right before the communicator broke and Add and Eve getting all upset because that dumbass Haivan figured something out before we could wdh wdh

Eve is great in this chapter btw. She's honestly the star of the whole raid even though it's Lu's region. I lover her heart to heart with the Conductor and I love her getting snippy.

(anyways turns out since it was a "simple" machine they just asked it what the passcode was and it was like lol sure gimme a sec)

Oh gee a chapter called "Manipulate" I sure wonder what's going on in there

Ah..

DIGG NOO

(btw for context, he was one of Lu's closest followers and went by "Digg" rather than his birth name "Tarith" to distance himself from his piece of shit dad)

GOD I HOPE

THEY KILLED CIEL NOOOO (he's fine (probably))

Also next raid is a cool dragon or something. Apparently Barkat kicked the Tortas out of their territory to excavate some fossilized dragon bones that were in there. That's why they've got that cool elevator lol.

HMMM AISHA I WONDER WHO WOULD BE EVIL ENOUGH AND POWERFUL ENOUGH TO ORGANIZE A RITUAL SACRIFICE OF THAT SCALE??? SURELY NOT SOME TWO-FACED BITCH??? Barkat's reckless mining operations poisoned the land, she reduced Lu's castle to a crater to repurpose the raw materials, and now she's (might) kill all the people too? What does Lu even have to come back to??

On a side note, I like how in the recent storylines they didn't forget how "morally questionable" (evil) some of the gang and their allies are. While exploring the land of steel, the Tortas were slaughtering anyone who questioned them. They didn't suddenly become good people now that they've adopted Raven as their boss.

Remember that all the Ikus of Magmelia are terrified of the Torta. The only reason they are even alive is because Vasili (Incoolord) convinced Ricardo to let them go in exchange for their vision. (This is why all the Ikus in Karis' army or in Magmelia either have scars on their faces or blindfolds).

In the Monaterra storyline we have Ciel openly and proudly talking about ways he'd efficiently kill his targets, and it's like "oh right he was an Assassin. He worked with the Lanox underworld."

Raven and Elesis were mercenaries, they've definitely killed people for money.

Aisha is a Landar mage and not a single one of them is normal (except my goat Yuria).

Even though Tir is an ally for the Abyss storyline, he still absolutely cannot be trusted and would bet on the gang's deaths for a laugh.

Aren openly invited Ran into his body because of his treatment in the Xin capital. He may not have forseen everything that would've happened, but he definitely knew that a lot of people in the palace (many of them innocent servants) were going to die.

Haivan plotted for Aegrip and Berthe to kill eachother during their rampage and isn't sorry about it even though he'll admit that the current outcome where the capital doesn't get turned to rubble was preferable.

Add was openly talking about taking apart the Conductor which they just made friends with.

Ain is STILL RACIST

Interestingly, this contrasts with Elboy's decision to do everything he can to spare the baby Myuriconus in 18-2 (Abyss). He feels bad after seeing how the Magmelia Dream Demons are mourning Karis and doesn't want to kill if it he doesn't have to. The gang follow him even though Ciel or Raven or even Elesis absolutely would have killed it in such a desperate situation (they were actively dying due to being in the Abyss) yet they still followed him because they trust Elsword as their leader and moral compass (even if they make fun of him in the down time)

[dootznbootz]

since you're multifandom, choose any fandom you want (or several): 7, 16, 20 :D

Eh, the Odyssey has become a parasite on my mind and has taken over so it'll probably be mostly that haha

7: Favorite tropes to write/draw

Probably banter and just people caring about each other? I guess overprotectiveness could be one, the "soft" moments, stuff that makes your "heart swell" and for characters just...people who would do ANYTHING for each other, you know? All types of dynamics too, but I AM a HUGE romantic so that's what I tend to write. (but I also make sure to develop the world and people around them and the CHARACTERS as well. No one will be cardboard if I can help it :D ) With shipping, it's the whole "this is my person. They make everything right in the world for me and I love them as they are. I would do anything for them" sort of stuff. :D And it's ALWAYS them BOTH doing that. Equally adoring (maybe not ALWAYS equal in the beginning haha. As you already know I'm planning to have Penelope fuck with Odysseus' poor heart until he's basically BEGGING for an answer. but then it's very equal eventually :D she's just in disbelief that he actually LIKES her (maybe even LOVES her) so she's being hot and cold. Honestly, while she still loves him, she actually only realizes that "wow...This is GENUINE. This is real. This IS like the stories I grew up with..." when she sees their bed (and new palace but yeah. Let's just say that they had talked about it before and he remembered :D he LISTENS to her. even her "silly thoughts" on how she thinks birds look so cozy and happy in their nests in trees.)

There. You now know I have them call their bed their "nest" 😂

I answered 16 in another ask BUT if you want me to put more just let me know and give me a sec, to gather my evidence from the text again as I'll have to search through it! Haha! :DD

20: My First Fandom

Probably Warriors cats (Squirrelflight, you crazy!) and Pokemon :D as I read those as a wee child! :D

[walkyjake]

oneof my favorite parts of kinggizzard concert is the time between the songs of a set.

when they walk on and say hi and everyone’s like yay and they grab whatever guitars will be used for the opening leg. the novelty of watching stu pick up the banana so you’re like “Oh ok microtonal” and then you go through the list of microtonal songs in their discog that they could play. guessing is always fun but you only have like 5-20 seconds before it starts and sometimes it takes a sec but sometimes it’s the first note or cavs drumming that gives it away. i pay attention and focus so much at the start of a song to register what they’re playing and then when i realize i’m like Oh my god it’s. whatever song. It’s so funny.

there are so many signs i think. guitars they switch to (microtonal, heavy, or like the.. standard). nowadays joe and stu have the large synth set up in the middle so you could expect like shanghai or magenta or change or hopefully one day intrasport but that’s not happening. but i’ll still silently pray it happens everytime they walk up to the synths.

and there’s like the banter <- the secret most important part of an entire concert within between the songs. Because theyare so stupid and bad at banter and it is my favoritepart actuallt. it’s funny when they start alluding to the next song. there are many instances.

and so much more ‘_ ` like when ambrose starts pulling the mic wire out reeeeally long so it’s probably gonna be straws or let me mend the past or something. and when he’s given the banana he just holds it and barely even play it. but he does that during billabong and it’s so cool.

but Ya sooos soso many cool instances of the first notes of a song playing live and you process what it is and get soooo excited. everytime they start playing robot stop i swear the crowd is the loudest ever. that’s expected. cos it’s all so exciting. yay.

[finallyfreetobemee]

UNTITLED

Sitting at home, all bored and alone

Nothing to do but stare at my phone

I should probably get cleaning, wash dishes, fold laundry

I've succumbed to exhaustion that's taken over my body

Please dont take my words and think I'm complaining

Having back control of my life feels nothing less than amazing

It took me some time to realize that I'm brave and not weak

Sit the fuck down, it's my turn to speak!

You seem to have mistaken all my warnings for jokes

In one ear and out the other every word that I spoke

Well over a year kept telling you what you needed to fix

I sounded like a broken record. I even had my own remix

All my "jokes" you found funny but who's laughing now ?

You ask how this happened ? I'll tell ya how !

You had plenty of time to unsink this ship

You chose to ignore and now you're sending me on that trip

A guilt trip I'm packed for and it goes without sayin

Those were not jokes and now you know I wasn't playin

I bet you regret not taking me seriously

Thought you be back home again by morning and how wrong you were obviously

All forms of abuse from you and the cruel names you would call me

Tried keeping me in chains and withholding the key

In only 2 years which sure as fuck felt like 20

In ones man body so many people yet your eyes still looked empty

I'd be lying if I said in this I played no part (noones perfect)

But only truth in the words "you were always first to start it"

I too will admit at times I too got physical

But look at your size then mine and for you to whine about it is typical

Everytime you put your hands on me you'd say on your way out the door

WHAT?! I DIDNT TOUCH YOU ! WHAT'D YOU HIT YOURSELF FOR ?! (THAT is jokes, straight)

I'll always remember when you held your hands tight 'round my neck

You let go and while dropping said you'd do it again in a sec

That next time you won't stop till you've taken my life

And you'd bury me in the backyard

The same person you called your wife

I could honestly keep writing and writing for days

But in my past is where I'm gonna make damn sure you stay

I guess the whole point that I'm trying to make

Is that I'm finally happy as fuck and my smile ain't fake (like it was with you)

Never again will I be with someone like you

Or any of the many others you turn into

All my time and love is now reserved for my 3 kids (2 human and 1 fur baby)

And you T____ M____ will be the final name added to my long list of stupids.

And in the words of some fucking idiot I unfortunately know

BYE BYE SEE YA THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE !!

Written by:

Brooke Anne Garner

[amazingmsme]

number 1 ans 2 for 3 fic asks!

1. which three fics occupy your top posts? Tell me a bit about the inspiration behind them!

Right now there’s only 2 of my own fics occupying my top posts, & that’s my latest fic, The Moderator and the Monster are One in the Same & the one before that which was Hell Hath No Fury Like A Spider Scorned. The moderator & the monster is a fic I made based off a prompt for castlevania where they wanted lee Alucard & Trevor & wanted some kind of chase. They also wanted to see them all cute & flustered & I like to think I did a decent job lol. I had a blast writing it & finally got to deliver some more self indulgent castlevania stuff. My spiderverse fic was so much fun to write, but damn it took a hot sec. I just needed Miguel & Miles to make up, & Miles deserves to get got because I just know he’s soooo snarky to him after everything (rightfully so, but still) I loved writing the jokey tension between them & watching it fall away as they got to know each other with the 20 questions game

2. if you could choose, which three fics would you put in your top posts? why?

Ooo this is a good one! Probably Dare to be Bold, The Darkest Shadows Hold the Darkest Secrets & Disobedience Shan’t be Rewarded

3. which three fics best represent your views about love / relationships?

Currently nothing lol, I’m high key bitter & giving up. But I used to be a sappy romantic, & I’d say the best rep would be The Sweetest Smell is You, I’ll Be Your Piano, & maybe Dandelions Don’t Die? Idk, this question made me realize I haven’t written as much romance in comparison to other stuff, or it doesn’t really apply here

[7-ate-9]

No, no, you’re completely right and totally valid. You can criticize something all you want, but at the end of the day, sometimes you just have to give in. Doesn’t mean you don’t still have those opinions. And you’re also right that they weren’t ever really anti-capitalist as opposed to anti-corporation.

The truth is, if we actually look at the plan, you can follow their trains of thought pretty easily. It’s flawed, but it’s there. They don’t want to depend on ads but still want to be able to do what they’re doing, and it makes sense that they thought this could work. Would it have been likely? No, probably not. But clearly they didn’t realize that.

Everyone is acting like they did this out of malice or greed when we know they didn’t. They didn’t realize that the price would, in fact, be a barrier, but when they were told, they walked it back. They owned up to it. The first words they said in the update video were “we messed up.” They didn’t try to spin it as something else, they didn’t try to make it seem like it was some third party’s decision. They fessed up and changed the plan. People who are complaining about it still when they’re still putting out high-quality videos on yt FOR FREE are just petty and spiteful.

It’s coming out on YouTube. It’s free. There’s no difference in the videos. They apologized for what they’d said and owned up to their mistakes.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: if this is the worst thing they ever do, I think we’ve got a pretty good thing going here. And that’s not me in their pockets or whatever. I also thought it was a bad idea. But they didn’t dig their heels in.

I think the only way people will let go of this will be if they scrap the streamer and probably also patreon just to prove a point. Even then, there will still be people who won’t forgive them for this. And that’s fine ig. But I wish people would stop leaving comments on every single post about “will we have to pay to see it” “weird how you suddenly aren’t funny to me anymore” “funny I didn’t have to pay $6 to see this post.” Idk what these people are trying to prove, but I know I don’t like having my mistakes shoved in my face and brought up every chance people get. If anything, these people have proven that they never deserved such high-quality free content anyway. They’re not TikTok “influencers” making a 20-sec half assed dance video and trying to make money. They’re spending literal hours and hours filming, editing, and producing their content. I get why they want to be paid, and also that they can’t make that shit for free. The paywall was a bad idea. They weren’t trying to alienate their audience, they genuinely clearly thought it would be a good idea, but it wasn’t. They know that now. Let it go.

I can’t believe that so many people in the watcher fandom have never made a mistake and said something that they didn’t realize was in poor taste. It’s wild that so many people have never said something that people took a different way than intended. Insane that they never had to apologize for anything ever. Also crazy that apparently all these people who have never even tried to start a business seem to automatically know better about running a business that is generated solely by making free content in the hopes that people will pay money for more things. So cool that they’ve never made a mistake in their lives.

[dreamingsung]

thigh riding with dom jisung

ANON YOUR MIND,, 😃🫣

[3:20 AM] Genre: smut warnings: thigh riding, slight praise kink, marking, jisung gets a handjob, (lmk if I need to add any)

Pairing: dom!jisung x gn!reader

A/N: as per usual, the story is hidden under the cut, don’t read this if you don’t like it. anyways, hey y’all just checking in to see how everyone’s doing!! Sorry for being IA 😭 I was just wrapping up my semester but I should be able to write more now 🫰😄

You enter your apartment with a sigh of defeat, dropping your bag and removing your coat.

Today, work was rough to say the least. With everything that’s happened today you just want to spend time with your boyfriend, Jisung.

Currently, he’s splayed across your couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, eyes glued to the TV screen as he watches a random movie. His gaze shifts to when you walk towards him, clearly tired.

He smiles softly at you before throwing his arms open, inviting you into his gentle grasp. You find yourself drawn in and wrap yourself around him while he rests his arms around your waist.

“Hey baby, how was work?” He says, admiring your features as he brushes the back of his hand against your cheek.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sigh.

He moves his hand to lightly hold your chin, turning your face towards his to his.

“You sure?” His thumb swipes across your cheek.

“It was just exhausting.” You whisper before burying your face into his neck, taking in his scent. Normally you’d find it comforting but today, it was making you feel something else.

“Hmm,” He sighs before sitting the both of you up. “Will watching TV make you feel better?”

You shrug, not opposed to the idea. Carefully, you turn around so your back is pressed against him.

You’re only five minutes into the show before Jisung absentmindedly began bouncing his knee. This isn’t something that would affect you but because of how you’re seated against him, he’s rubbing his thigh against where you need him the most.

For awhile, you try to ignore the sensation. That is, until Jisung’s hand slowly slips from your waist, to your inner thigh, and finally to cupping your sex.

You whine and turn your head, resting it back against his shoulder to glance at him. A smug grin plastered across his face while his eyes are glued to the TV screen.

“What?” He questions, not even acknowledging what he’s doing to you at the moment.

You gaze at him with pleading eyes. After the day you’ve had, you both know this is probably something you needed. But he wasn’t just gonna let you get off that easily.

He stops his ministrations below your belt.

You pout at him as he readjusts how he’s seated. He turns you to face him, guiding you to straddle his thigh.

“Use your words, love,” He says before leaning forward, his warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear. “Tell me what you want.” He glides his hand up the side of your thigh, rubbing a reassuring circle with his thumb against your soft skin.

You bite your lip. “Um,” you pause, slightly embarrassed. “Can I… rideyourthigh?” You blurt the last words out with your eyelids squeezed shut.

The room is silent besides the show still playing quietly in the background.

Your eyes remain closed as you anxiously ball up the fabric of Jisung’s sweatpants into your fists. You feel him shift under your weight, unsure of what he’s doing until you feel his gentle breaths against your lips. Yet he doesn’t move.

“Ji’ what are you d-,” was all you could manage before he pressed his lips against yours. You kiss him back with need and passion, your arms instinctively flinging themselves around his shoulders while his hands slink slowly down to your hips.

Jisung slowly guides your hips back and forth against his thigh and it feels amazing. But soon you realize the fabric of your work pants were more restrictive than anything.

“How’s this?” Jisung asks through a smirk against your lips

“I need a sec,” you say breathlessly as you break away from the kiss.

Your boyfriend leans back into the couch admiring you fondly as you quickly shimmy your bottoms off, leaving you in your underwear. Jisung bites his lip at the obvious wet patch on the thin fabric, putting how aroused you are on display.

Returning to your spot on Jisung’s lap he attaches his lips to your neck and reaches a hand under your shirt to roll your nipple between his fingers.

“You’re so perfect, baby,” he begins guiding your hips once again with his free hand. “I don’t deserve you, but I’m so glad you’re all mine.” All of his words are dizzying as they go straight to your head and give you intense butterflies in your stomach.

He quickens the pace you’re you’re grinding against him and holds you down a little more. He flexes his thigh a little to test the waters. Your head flies to his shoulder as you bite him slightly and let out muffled moans.

His hand under your shirt drops to palm at his groin. “Baby don’t hide, let me hear you.” He encourages through small groans. He reattaches his lips to your neck and begins marking you up. It’s his favorite way of letting the world know you’re his. He loves knowing that he’s the only one that can make you feel this way.

You drop your head back with a loud moan as Jisung sucks a particular spot on your neck. You can feel him smirking against your neck as he nips at the spot, knowing it’s driving you crazy.

He pulls his head back to observe you and he swears if he didn’t have an ounce of composure he would’ve came in his pants just then. Your features are perfectly lit up by the light of the sunset peeking through the curtains but as he looks down he sees the damp spot on your underwear has leaked onto his sweats.

Jisung groans and guides you to an even faster pace than before. It has you breathless and grasping at his back as you feel your release nearing. Your boyfriend picks up on your queues from the loud higher pitched moans to the way you’re desperately clinging to him, calling his name out like a mantra.

“Baby you’re doing so good for me just hold on a little longer,” he manages to say through groans. His free hand reaches for one of yours and guides your hand to his leaking member. You instantly wrap your hand around him and set a quick pace, stroking him rapidly and thumbing over the tip every few strokes.

“I can’t hold on any longer.” You whine in desperation as you feel yourself on the brink of release.

“That’s okay. Cum for me, love.” He groans out, feeling his release approaching as well.

With that, your releases wash over the both of you, completely consuming you with waves of pleasure. Jisung wraps a tight arm around around your waist, pulling you to lay against him so you don’t fall off his leg as you completely let yourself go.

You’re slightly shaking against your boyfriend when you come down from your high. He’s running his hand across the expanse of your back, whispering small words of praise every once and awhile.

Looking to where your hand was down Jisung’s sweatpants, it’s still wrapped around his now semi-hard member. Making direct eye contact with him, you bring your hand covered in his cum up to your mouth and lick it clean as he watches with lust filled eyes. He groans from the sight and feels himself hardening yet again.

“I love you so much,” Jisung says, quickly sweeping you up into his arms, moving in to reconnect your lips once again. You wrap your legs around his waist as he moans from the taste of his release on your lips.

“I think we need a shower now, babe, we’re all messy” he breathes as he pulls back to gaze at you, smiling.

“Yeah, I think we do.” You say through a smile as you run a hand through his messy hair.

[lpham2525]

If you give a man a cardigan...(Part II)

EXT. DAYTIME. FRANKY’S TOBACCO STAND. 

FRANKY: Whoa, Loid, you’re not in a suit this time! Or a trench coat. I never thought I’d see the day when you would step out in public dressed so casually. 

LOID: I assume you’re referring to the cardigan? 

FRANKY: If that’s what you call that baggy, oversized sweater, then...yes.  

LOID: I didn’t expect it, either, but it’s so comfortable that I’ve taken to wearing it everywhere, even work.  

FRANKY: Is that all it takes for you to dress more casually? Something has to be comfortable? 

LOID: Well, that and YOR keeps giving me a certain look every time she sees me in it... 

LOID: It’s also exceptionally cozy. Do you know what it’s made out of? 

FRANKY: Let me guess... 

FRANKY: Husband material? 

LOID: Funny...that’s what Yor said. 

FRANKY: That’s because you left the tag on it like some mindless idiot. Man, you’re really losing your touch, Twi—I mean, Loid. 

LOID: What?! I would never be so heedless as to... 

LOID: *frantically twists himself into a knot, looking for a tag* 

LOID: Have I really lost my touch?! Or have I taken after my handler, leaving the tags on clothing like some kind of indiscreet— 

FRANKY: It’s over here, you dummy. 

FRANKY: *yanks a tiny piece of paper off of LOID’s cardigan* 

FRANKY: *peering closer at the tag* 

FRANKY: Hmm, you know what? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this isn’t really the tag, after all. 

LOID: *snatches paper from FRANKY’s hand* 

FRANKY: Hey, I was still reading that! 

LOID: *squinting as he reads the tag* 

LOID: Husband material: 30% kindness, 25% respect, 20% supportiveness, 15% attentiveness, 10% cooking skills, 5% waku waku, and...100% oblivious.  

LOID: What the—?! This is handwritten! And suspiciously familiar...Not only that, but whoever wrote this does not understand percentages...Although strangely enough, everything is spelled correctly... 

LOID: *narrows eyes* 

LOID: Wait a minute... 

LOID: *zips away from FRANKY’s tobacco stand and makes a beeline for home, leaving a smoking trail in his wake* 

FRANKY: Okay...it was good to see you, too, buddy. 

FRANKY: So...how long do you think it will take him to realize you’re not at home? 

ANYA: *popping up from behind the tobacco stand* 

ANYA: Knowing Papa...less than 30 sec— 

[From far away, FRANKY and ANYA hear a distressed, frustrated scream of ANYAAAAAA!] 

ANYA: Oh, I under-emulate Papa.  

FRANKY: It’s ‘underestimate’, kid, but I gotta hand it to you, the fact that you were able to sneak that onto your dad’s sweater without being detected? That’s some real stealthy spy work you did there.  

ANYA: So Anya is real spy now?! 

FRANKY: *pats ANYA’s head* 

FRANKY: You’re getting there. You know, you take after your father more than I expected, even if you two aren’t actually related.  

ANYA: You don’t have to be related to turn out like someone, you know, Uncle Scruffy? 

FRANKY: I know, kid. And I see you made good use of that dictionary Loid got for you. From what glimpse I got of the tag, you spelled everything right. 

ANYA: Nah, I was looking through Papa’s files and he had one called ‘Vetting Wows’. It had most of those words in there.  

FRANKY: Guh! That, uh, probably wasn’t for you to see... 

ANYA: *shrugs* 

ANYA: Then maybe he shouldn’t put his files in the square behind the wall behind the cabinet behind the plant where I hide my candy peanut snacks.  

FRANKY: Wha...? They even hide things in the same places?! They really are more alike than I thought... 

ANYA: The funny thing was, he wrote Mama’s name over and over in the file, and he drew all these hearts and smiley faces next to them.  

ANYA: Maybe he and Becky learned the same secret code?! One day, I’ll crack it and I can write super-secret spy codes with hearts and smileys! 

ANYA: Anyway, thanks for helping me with the fractions, Scruffy-head. 

FRANKY: Uh, sure thing. You know, it would have added to 100% if you hadn’t slipped in the 5% waku waku in there.  

ANYA: I know, but Papa is very waku waku so I couldn’t leave it out.  

FRANKY: *laughs* 

FRANKY: That’s probably what gave you away.  

FRANKY: That and your handwriting... 

FRANKY: By the way, how did you manage to tack the tag onto his sweater in time for Yor to see it? I thought you were going to do it right as he was walking out the door. 

ANYA: I did do it right before he walked out the door. 

FRANKY: Does that mean she said ‘husband material’ before the tag was even on there?!  

ANYA: I guess so, but Mama thought Papa was husband material from their very first date. That’s why she asked Papa to marry her. 

FRANKY: Wait a minute, you’re telling me that your mother, the one who’s so nervous she has a hard time even touching your father...was the one who proposed to him?  

ANYA: Yeah. Why? Was she supposed to wait until the second date or something?  

FRANKY: There’s so much about these people I don’t understand! 

YOR: *rushing to the tobacco stand* 

YOR: Franky! Thank you so much for watching Anya. I completely forgot that I needed to pick something up from the drugstore. 

YOR: I have a rush job tomorrow night so it’s actually more poison for my weapons but...I couldn’t really take Anya along to buy that... 

ANYA: *aghast*

ANYA: So that’s why I couldn’t come with her... 

YOR: I’m all done now so we can go home, Miss Anya. Here’s some money for your trouble, Franky. 

FRANKY: *holds up his hands and shakes his head* 

FRANKY: This time, the babysitting is on me. Besides, we had a lot of fun... 

FRANKY: *winks at ANYA* 

FRANKY: Didn’t we, Miss Anya? 

ANYA: *nods vigorously* 

ANYA: We sure did! Uncle Scruffy was teaching me fractions! 

YOR: Oh, you were?  

FRANKY: Well, technically percentages, but it’s more or less the same thing. 

YOR: I’m so glad to hear that! If it’s not too much trouble, we’d love to have you continue teaching Anya. You’d be welcome at our house anytime. 

FRANKY: Trust me, it’s my pleasure. And who knows? Maybe I’ll come over sometime this week. Apparently, Loid’s got this new sweater he keeps raving about... 

YOR: Oh, the cardigan? Yes, it does look very good on him. 

FRANKY: *waggles eyebrows* 

FRANKY: Knowing Loid's taste, I bet it’s made out of some...irresistible material, too... 

[FRANKY and ANYA exchange looks.] 

YOR: Huh? 

FRANKY: Nothing, just something I was mulling over. Here, I believe this belongs to you? 

FRANKY: *picks up ANYA and holds her out to YOR* 

ANYA: *squealing with laughter since FRANKY is also tickling her* 

ANYA: Mama! Save me from evil Count Scruffy!  

YOR: *takes ANYA into her arms* 

YOR: I’ll save you, Princess Anya.  

YOR: *bows to FRANKY* 

YOR: Thanks again, Franky. 

[FRANKY waves goodbye to them. YOR and ANYA leave for home.] 

ANYA: Mama? 

YOR: Yes, Miss Anya? 

ANYA: What makes someone a good husband? 

YOR: Oh! Erm... 

YOR: What do I tell her?! I’ve only ever had one husband! And we haven’t even been married that long! I also don't know other married men that well so it’s not like I can compare them!  

YOR: *stumbles for an answer* 

YOR: Well, what DOES make someone a good husband? I’ve never had to think about it before, but since I only have Loid as an example... 

YOR: *flashes back to the Eden Academy interview* 

YOR: A good husband is someone who stands up for you. 

YOR: *flashes back to LOID whispering her that she didn’t have to kiss him in front of YURI* 

YOR: A good husband is someone who respects when you have limits. 

YOR: *flashes back to LOID’s comments about YOR’s “massages” * 

YOR: A good husband is someone who...who accepts you as you are. 

ANYA: Is that why you chose Papa?  

YOR *without thinking* 

YOR: Yes, that is exactly why I chose him.  

YOR: Wait a minute, that IS that why I chose LOID. All this time, I kept telling myself that I chose to marry him so I could keep my real job...but in all that’s happened since, I’d almost forgotten that this was the real reason I chose to marry him at all. 

YOR: *shakes herself*  

YOR: Well, we’re home now so why don’t we see what your Papa is...Anya?  

ANYA: *drooling on YOR’s sweater* 

YOR: Oh, she must have fallen asleep while I was deep in thought. 

YOR: *freezes as an agitated LOID zooms down the stairs and skids to a halt in front of YOR, his face pinched and his finger pointing accusingly at...a sleeping ANYA* 

LOID: Dammit! She’s foiled me again!  

YOR: Loid? What are you...? 

LOID: I...! She...! Arghhhhhh! 

YOR: *holds a finger up to her lips*  

YOR: Shhh, she just fell asleep. I’ll carry her up as gently as I can. 

LOID: *slumps forward, defeated* 

LOID: I’ll get dinner started.  

YOR: I forgot about that. A good husband is someone who knows when to be gentle. 

YOR: *glancing at LOID's cardigan as they walk up the stairs, a recent memory coming back to her*

YOR: And when to be firm.