#i think if(when) we meet up irl you are Getting Hugged and i might start sobbing

[rene-darling]

Innocent scaramouce first time with dom fem reader?

Innocent little kabukimono

...yandere reader...red flag reader!...toxic relationships please do not imitate irl...I think.. I took way too much creative liberty with this..but-...im tired of seeing innocent readers x corrupted men. We need so corrupted yandere-ish readers!...

...kabukimono x yandereish reader...

Innocent little kabukimono who knows nothing of real life, and is just oh so naive. And you, this corrupted person who goes around doing whatever they please, leading on a man and then ditching him for good, a cruel harbinger who revels in the suffering of the innocent, and oh my is he innocent.

Kabukimono who doesn't know right from wrong, he doesn't even have life's most basic skills. The perfect man for you to corrupt.

Kabukimono who doesn't know that kisses are only meant to be shared by lovers and to be done in private, so you might be in the middle of talking to another harbinger when he approaches you and casually leaves a kiss on your lips.

The other harbinger and your underlings are left in a state of shock. He kissed you And he still has his head?? Kabukimono notices their weird stares and questions them "Hm? Do you not know? This is something friends do with each other!" he informs them proudly. He's your dearest friend.

Dear little kabukimono who gets scared when you come home drenched in blood, but you just smile at him and open your arms. He knows he can't deny you, you told him that denying your friend's hug is very rude!

So he hugs your bloody form, shivering a bit. You're so cold, like a corpse. It's okay. You reassure him, that you were just getting rid of some bad guys. Some real baddies who harm the innocent. This reassures him, wow, you're so cool! You help people by getting rid of bad guys right? Wow!

Innocent kabukimono who admires you so much. You're the coolest person out there, and he trusts you.

Pure little kabukimono who tries making you some yummy food, only to fail since for some reason it always turns out to sour, too hot, or just burnt. It was like someone was messing with him and doing it on purpose.

And when he tells you that he's messed up yet again and sees how your face falls, he can't deal with it. He's so dumb, so stupid, he can't help it! He can't do anything without you. So he starts crying, soft little hiccups turn into full-on sobs as globs of tears fall from his eyes.

Who hugs you and apologizes over and over, he's sorry he's such a dummy! He'll learn! He'll be more useful to you, he doesn't know where the dish went wrong! Please don't abandon him, he's sorry for being useless!

And it brings him so much comfort when you hug him back, holding his tiny waist as you almost feel bad for purposefully messing up his dish, not that you'll actually apologize and tell him.

When you're sitting on the couch and you pull him onto your lap, it startles him. He shifts around a bit uncomfortably, but it's fine, he'll manage. You tell him that this is what friends do! And since you both are such close friends he doesn't complain when you pull him into your lap, even in front of other people

Eventually, he gets used to it, when you assure him that, this is what friends do- and you're his dearest friend aren't you?

He's used to it. He's trained for it. He could simply be doing some work around the house but the second you pat your lap he drops whatever he's doing, crawling onto your lap like a cat.

He doesn't know any better, so while you're in important meetings with the harbingers he'll simply crawl onto your lap like it's his own personal bed. The other harbingers always stutter in their next words- they just never seem to get used to your little boytoy

Some of the harbingers find it rather amusing, questioning why you've kept him around this long. They've never seen you with one of your boy toys after the first 3 weeks. You simply shrug, perhaps it's his innocence, his naivety to the world..and people, around him. Whatever it is, he proves to be entertaining. Which is why you just can't get rid of him yet.

Cute little kabukimono who ignores any red flags. You following him around whenever you have some free time, or sending one of your henchmen after him whenever you aren't available. What do you mean that's weird? No- you just care for your friend, he's your dearest friend after all! You just wanna make sure nothing bad happens!

Innocent kabukimono who you've quickly learned has no idea of what intimacy is. He doesn't know the first thing about- love making.

Kabukimono who sits on your lap like another day, resting his head back onto your shoulder, you can hear his quiet breaths and whispers as he mumbles and rambles about his day thinking you were listening. You on the other hand were occupied by your own deranged thoughts, ...it's been long enough..hasn't it? You're sure he can handle you- fondling him further..right? You mean he should. You've done so much for him, and he can barely even cook a proper meal for you.

Biting down harshly on his neck while he was leaning it back on your shoulder eliciting gasps and whines from him. He tries grabbing your head, trying to push you away. It hurts! But you're too strong. So he sits there helpless tugging at your hair softly as he lets out little moans as you suck on his neck. He feels heat pool in between his legs... it's so weird..he doesn't like it.

Later that day he stares at himself in the mirror. Examining the big red purple-ish mark you left. Afterward, he questions you about it. Huffing as he asks the reason behind this strange good feeling mark you've left.

You reassure him, it's simply because he's your dearest friend. And you just want people to know that he's yours, he belongs to you. And no one else.

[the-flaneur]

lights, camera...cook? (mv1) | pt2

pairing: max verstappen x east asian twitch chef!reader [smau]

summary: max does not know how to cook. luckily, his next-door neighbour and resident internet chef might be able to help him out of his pickle. quite literally.

warnings: none (i think)

wc: 1716 + social media posts

a/n: thank you for all the support and love for pt1 ❤️ - hopefully pt2 is just as entertaining :)

additional pic creds: toka (youtube)

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“Mate, are you sure we’re supposed to get up at 6am to meet her? I need to sleep,” Lando whines over the phone, as Max rolls his eyes.

“She’s giving you the opportunity to eat at a Michelin star restaurant and you’re saying no,” Max snaps back, toying with Sassy, who’s climbed onto his lap from his gaming desk.

“Well count me in. Alexandra’s been pestering me to ask you if she could visit the restaurant and meet her as well. She’s a massive fan already,” Charles grins as Alexandra laughs at his quip

“When we all meet her,” Max says, “you can ask her. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

“Fine I’ll go then. Meet at the restaurant?” Lando groans.

☆

In the early dawn of the crisp December day, there were very few passerbys on the street. Those that were there, their eyes lingered on the small group standing at the entrance to Le Louis XV. It was Max, Lando and Charles, standing awkwardly and awaiting your arrival. 

You and Max had been exchanging a multitude of texts, ranging from cat pics to his maxplaining of F1 technicalities to the best recipes for homemade stroopwafel. Max would even say (hopefully), that the two of you had even begun delving into the domain of flirty friends, with your quick wit and humour, a complement to Max’s deadpan yet very humorous attitude. 

You had mentioned off-handedly wanting to meet Max in real life. It had gone on throughout the entire week, before you had invited him out to lunch at Le Louis XV. 

At first he was ready to excitedly accept your invitation; he had never actually met you in real life and really wanted to talk to you about you. But when he had stopped and actually re-read your message, his doubts about your intentions began creeping in.

What if you were only there to help him cook? What if he had taken it the wrong way? What if you didn’t actually like him, like he thought? Just wanting to be friends? What i-

Max, he chided, you’re being ridiculous. But just for good measure, he surmised, he invited Charles and Lando too. And that’s how he dragged them both (well only Lando, Charles had come quite willingly) out to a lunch “date” with the four of you.

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, the babies refused to let me leave this morning,” you yelled as you ran up to the group. 

Max was in awe.

You were gorgeous. He had already seen your pictures on your Instagram and on Twitch, but you were a real knockout in real life. Not in like the high-end supermodel way (although Max would’ve loved to see you grace the cover of a magazine if he was a horny teenager), but in the way which it felt like you were an angel on Earth, delicate and pretty, and a smile as innocent as-

“FUCK!” you swore, accidentally stumbling down the last step before the restaurant’s entrance. Max rushed forward to catch you and your bags, as they went flying towards the group. As he caught you in his arms, you looked up at him and grinned. 

“Did I fall for you?” you laughed, allowing Max to push you back up as you graciously took your bags back from him and gave him a tight hug.

“Hi Maxie. Hello Charles and Lando, nice to finally meet you! Max has loves to talk about you guys-” 

“Hi,” Max blushed at the nickname, avoiding the smirking glances of Charles and Lando as they watched that interaction. Charles and Lando quickly shook your proffered hand, before trailing behind you as you unlocked the door to the restaurant.

The intense decadent and luxury was not lost on the three, as you ascend the gilded ornate stairs. The walls were lined with classical paintings, china and candles; the Le Louis XV was truly a stark contrast of the modest personality of its namesake, instead harkening back to his predecessor, Louis XIV. Afterall, one must live according to la dolce vita.

As you began rambling on about the history and position of the restaurant in the heart of Monaco, from beside you, Max stared longingly. You were literally perfect, a great cook, funny, witty, a great conversationalist and listener, and a cat lover: what more could he want in someone?

“He’s never going to stop talking about her, is he?” Charles laughs, watching the two of you converse intensely about the climate and geography of Monaco and its food production. 

“No way mate,” Lando smiles, watching you blush at Max’s comments.

☆

“I’ve just prepared a small meal for us. It’s a bit more difficult deciding what to cook for three F1 drivers, considering our usual guests,” you smiled, pushing over a series of dishes on a cart. Their eyes bulged out when they saw your “small meal”, which actually consisted of at least eight different kinds of cheese, six starters and seven mains and a tiered display of an assortment of desserts, no less.

“Max already warned me about your…distaste for fish, Lando. So don't worry about the fish-looking dishes. They’re definitely not what you think they taste. Like this one is actually veal grilled with chard and girolle mushroom,” you gestured towards a gorgeous dish, plated with golden mushrooms and deep maroon chard. 

“Now enjoy the cooking of Le Louis XV!”  

The three men could definitely see why you were the executive chef of the three Michelin star restaurant. Between quiet conversation about everything and anything, every bite was desired and savoured, the flavours exploding on the tongue or simply melting off the dish.

The cheeses were flavoursome, some creamy and others intense, but all gorgeous with a pairing of wine (or gin and tonic in Max’s case). The starters and mains were all cooked to perfection, tender yet firm, and packed intensely full of rich aromatics and spices. The desserts were truly the cherry on top, light and fluffy, beautifully contrasting the mains.

The conversation quickly turned to you, with Lando and Charles interrogating about your life, career and everything in between. Max had tried to stop them from grilling you too much, but you seemed to enjoy all the questions, answering each one with a laugh and a smile. You were not starstruck by the trio, but appreciated their deep friendship and care for one another, especially as they asked about you and Max. You enjoyed the company of people who genuinely seemed to like you and your cooking, and it was one of the happier lunches at the restaurant in the past year.

Your mind wandered off as the three began talking about the upcoming 2024 F1 season (despite it still being another three months away). Although you and Max had not said anything yet, you knew there was a deeper connection just waiting to blossom.

It was just a matter of time.

☆

“It was lovely meeting you two today, hopefully we can catch up soon enough. I’ll message Alex for a lunch date Charles,” you promised, gifting them both a small boxed cake, before heading off with Max.

“Now to your apartment, my lady?” Max joked, as you started to enter your address in his GPS. Although he knew Monaco like the back of his hand, he didn’t want to accidentally drop you off on the other side of the country (even if he wanted to spend more time with you).

A small ding alerted Max’s attention back to you, and his eyebrow furrowed when he read the display on the screen.

“DESTINATION: HOME”

“You live here?” you both turned to each other, surprised. Max had no idea that you lived in the same building as he did, while you were surprised that you hadn’t already recognised the view from Max’s apartment in his streams and photos. 

“When did you move in? I swear I’ve never seen you before,” Max asked, slowly pulling away from the curb and back onto the road.

“Well I trained in Lyon for three years, then I moved to Marseille for six months before I visited Monaco. My father’s old friend Ducasse then asked in 2018, if I wanted to become his apprentice at the restaurant, and train to become the executive chef eventually. So I left and moved to Monaco in 2019,”

“And you’ve been living and working here ever since?” Max sighed. If only he had maybe stepped outside his apartment more than three times excluding the F1 season, he could’ve met you a lot sooner.

☆

Entering the elevator, you and Max both moved to press your apartment number on the panel, your fingers brushing against each other as you pressed adjacent buttons. You quickly tore your hand away, hiding it behind your pants, as the elevator began to move upwards.

“What a coincidence that we live beside each other,” you awkwardly laughed, staring at yourself in the mirror. The elevator was once again filled with quiet silence, as the elevator near the top.

“Hey…”

“Max…”

“Oh you go first,” you laughed, staring up at Max.

“IreallylikedyourcompanytodayIwaswonderingifyouwantedtogooutonadatelikejustthetwoofus?” Max said hurriedly, his eyes straying from your gaze. You let out a small gasp, before a beaming smile was plastered across your face.

“I would love to, Max! I thought you would never ask,” you smiled bashfully, grinning at him as the doors opened.

The two of you walked out and awkwardly lingered in the hallway between your two apartments, not wanting to say goodbye just yet. “Thank you for today Max. I can’t wait to see you again,” you smiled, placing a quick kiss on his stubbled cheek. His eyes widened before looking down at your playful ones which sparkled in the light. A hot flush spread across his face, his hand reaching out to grasp your own. However, you quickly stepped back from his grasp, skipping down the hall to reach your own door.

“Also Maxie, I would love for you to come by my apartment some time,” you giggled, waving at him, before you closed your door behind you. Max stepped into his apartment and with a blush and a grin out into the Monaco harbour, he was struck with a sudden realisation.

It wasn’t just a major crush. He was in love.

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[mingi-s-dimples]

Lingering Desire - Woosan

KINKTOBER DAY 10; REQ. BY @la-undercover-latina (yes lovie, your other req is scheduled for 26th on your b-day)

~"Birthday sex with Woosan after you put on the viral pheromone perfume from TikTok."

pairing: woosan x reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you try a new supposedly pheromone infused perfume which... brings you the best night of your life.

wc: 2.8k

warnings: pleasure strict dom!san, cocky!wooyoung, pheromones mentioned, manhandling, eating out, 69, 3some, multiple orgasms, anal, double penetration, blowjob, making out, marking, biting, unprotected (boo wrap up irl), completely consensual, unedited, for sure forgot something.

Author's Note: THIS WAS DELICIOUSSSSSSSSSS I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I CAME UP WITH THE 3SOME SCENE. I damn loved it... fuck it, woosan are deadly. That's it, mhm. DEADLY. Posting from the grave as we speak... anywyas lovies, hope you like ittt 😋💗💗💗

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the members in any way.

You’re lying on your bed, lazily scrolling through TikTok, the soft glow of your phone lighting up the room. Video after video flies by: dances, funny skits, and then—something catches your eye. A TikToker is talking about a "pheromone perfume" that supposedly drives people crazy with attraction. They’re raving about it, explaining how it’s subtle but incredibly effective, sharing stories of people who used it and had everyone suddenly gravitating toward them.

Your curiosity is piqued. *Could it actually work?* you think, watching as the person sprays the perfume on their wrist, smiling mischievously at the camera. The comments are filled with people swearing by it, claiming it boosted their confidence and made them feel irresistible. You pause, considering. It was also your birthday so... it would've been a nice gift - to be fucked dumb by your boyfriends.

A grin slowly spreads across your face as the thought pops into your head—*Wooyoung and San*. Your heart flutters thinking about your boyfriends. It’s been a while since you tried something new, and the idea of them being even more drawn to you is too tempting to resist. Without hesitation, you swipe over to the website and order the perfume.

The confirmation page flashes across the screen, and you sit up, biting your lip with excitement. You can’t help but imagine how Wooyoung, with his playful grin, might react or how San, with his intense gaze, would notice the subtle change. The thought sends a thrill through you.

When the package finally arrives a few days later, you practically rip it open, holding the small bottle of perfume in your hands. It’s sleek, mysterious, and the promise it holds makes your heart race. You can already feel the excitement building as you imagine spraying it on before your next date with them.

Later that evening, as you stand in front of the mirror, you hold the bottle up with a small smile. “Let’s see if this really works,” you murmur to yourself, thinking about the looks you’ll get when Wooyoung and San walk through the door.

Spraying it on your wrists and neck, you close your eyes, imagining the moment they notice—how their arms might wrap around you tighter, how their teasing smiles might falter for a second, just long enough for you to know the perfume did its job. You can barely contain your excitement, eagerly waiting to see their reactions when they arrive.

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As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft, amber glow over the living room, you heard a knock at the door. You smiled to yourself, anticipating their arrival. San and Wooyoung were never late, especially when they knew you had something special planned.

Opening the door, you were greeted by San's bright grin and Wooyoung's playful smirk. "Hey, you, happy birthday," Wooyoung greeted, leaning in to give you a quick hug. San followed, his arms wrapping around you briefly, the scent of his cologne filling your senses. "Happy birthday, love. Weren't we meeting tomorrow? Tho, I won't complain seeing you again..." he said.

“You look beautiful,” San commented, eyes gleaming as he took a step into your home. His gaze lingered just a second too long on you, but you brushed it off, closing the door behind them.

“So, what’s the plan tonight?” Wooyoung asked, sitting casually on your couch, stretching his arms along the back. He looked at you expectantly, his eyes scanning you in a way that felt different—more intense than usual. San stood nearby, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you with a strange glint in his eyes.

You tried to keep your composure. The perfume was working faster than you had expected. “Just hanging out for now. I thought we could relax.”

But as you sat down between them, the air seemed to thicken. San shifted uncomfortably beside you, his breathing becoming more shallow. His hand, which had been resting on his thigh, now twitched as if he was fighting some internal urge.

“You smell… different tonight,” Wooyoung muttered, his voice lower than usual. His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned closer, inhaling your scent. His hand brushed against your arm, lingering longer than it should.

San, on the other hand, wasn’t as subtle. He moved closer, almost instinctively, his fingers lightly grazing your thigh. He looked at you with wide eyes, clearly trying to control himself but failing. “I don’t know what’s going on,” he confessed, his voice tight with tension. “But I can’t stop thinking about you… touching you.”

Wooyoung let out a low chuckle, his fingers trailing down your arm. “Same here. It’s like something’s pulling me to you, and I can’t stop.”

You smirked, unable to hide your satisfaction any longer. “It might have something to do with this new perfume I got,” you revealed, watching their expressions shift from confusion to understanding. “It’s infused with pheromones.”

San’s eyes darkened, his breath catching in his throat. “You… did this on purpose? What a nice birthday gift you got yourself, sweetie..."

Wooyoung’s lips curled into a grin as his hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer. “You sneaky little thing. You wanted to see how we’d react, huh?"

You didn’t think it would affect them this much.

Wooyoung was the first to approach, his eyes narrowing playfully as he leaned in close. “What is this?” he asked, voice teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted his head to catch more of your scent. “You’re trying to drive us crazy, aren’t you?” His tone was cocky, but his gaze betrayed just how much the scent had gotten to him. He reached out, his fingers brushing against your neck where the fragrance lingered. “I didn’t know you had this side to you.” His touch lingered, his thumb brushing softly over your skin, almost testing your reaction.

San stood behind him, quieter but no less affected. He stepped forward, his eyes dark with a softness that contrasted with Wooyoung’s playful energy. He didn’t speak at first, but his hands gently cupped your shoulders, fingers slowly tracing the line of your arms. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. “You smell… intoxicating,” he murmured, his voice low and sensual, lips hovering near your ear. His touch was deliberate, slow, as though savoring the moment.

Wooyoung chuckled, watching your reaction. “Look at you,” he said, his grin widening as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, tugging at it slightly. “This perfume might be too dangerous to wear around us,” he teased, though his fingers were already pulling the fabric up, exposing your skin little by little. “Let’s see what else you’re hiding.”

San’s hands followed Wooyoung’s lead, but his movements were gentler, more intimate. His fingers slid beneath the fabric, helping ease the shirt over your head. The way he looked at you made your breath hitch—admiring, as though you were something precious to be unwrapped. “You don’t need the perfume,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. “But it’s impossible to resist you like this.”

Once the shirt was gone, Wooyoung took a step back, his gaze raking over you with unabashed appreciation. His fingers trailed lightly over your collarbone, then down to your waist, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “You’re not making this easy,” he quipped, his voice laced with amusement, but his touch was soft, almost reverent despite his teasing words.

San, ever the more sensual one, moved closer, his hands sliding around your back as he gently traced the curve of your spine. His touch was calming, grounding, even as the intensity between you all deepened. His fingertips explored slowly, appreciatively, as though savoring every inch of your skin. “You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, the sincerity in his voice sending warmth through you.

The atmosphere thickened as Wooyoung’s playful teasing combined with San’s sensual care. Every brush of their fingers was deliberate, appreciating, as they undressed you piece by piece. Neither rushed, hands exploring with soft touches, as though taking in every detail of your form. They weren’t just admiring—they were captivated.

By the time you were almost fully undressed, their hands were everywhere—light, appreciative touches tracing your skin. Wooyoung’s grin had softened, replaced with something more admiring, while San’s gaze never left you, his hands slow and intentional. “Perfect,” Wooyoung murmured, almost in awe, his teasing demeanor having given way to something deeper.

San’s hands slid up to cup your face gently, his thumb brushing your cheek as he smiled softly. “We’re lucky to be here with you like this,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and admiration.

Their touches lingered, neither rushing, taking their time to fully appreciate you, the room filled with nothing but the sound of quiet breathing and the electricity of the moment.

"But I just can't hold back anymore-" Woo rapidly said and leaned in for a kiss. It wasn't the usual one... it was wild, messy and playful, feeling every corner of your mouth, biting your bottom lip and sucking on it. It was damn fun and hot.. to be kissed like this. "I should do this more often" you thought to yourself, but your thoughts were interrupted by San behind you. He slowly took your panties off, cupping your ass with his hands. He hugged you thightly, letting you feel his erection along the curve of your lower back and ass. San then did something totally unexpected. As he slid his hands all over your ass he spread it out, making you flinch at the action.

"W-what are you doing?" you said, voice already trembling from all the kissing and touching from Woo.

"You know.. we're gonna try something djfferent today, my love." he said and kissed your ass, then as he spread you out he pulled you in. He turned around and placed his head between your legs, your knees flexing over his body. He then kissed your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your now-dripping folds. His hands went to your back and held onto your ass, for dear life, to which he then started soflty liking your folds. You moaned at the sensation. This had never happened and.. oh god, your legs were trembling under all the thingd happening.

"Stay still-" San said and started eating you out properly, his hands roaming around. He squeezed your ass once or twice, and then one of his hands went to your hole and used a finger, inserting it in. You clenched onto it, a moan leaving his rapidly rising chest and revrebrating through you.

"You taste so good-" he pants out, looking up at Wooyoung, which was out of it. He was leaving marks all over your body: breasts, collarbones, shoulders, neck... everywhere.

San unbucked his pants and the next thing you knew was that his right hand went for his aching and throbbing rock hard cock, to pump it, while his other hand was holding you close to his mouth. You felt the knot in your belly starting to get tighter and tighter, legs trembling and both boys overstimulating you. As soon as San hit your g-spot a couple of times with both his finger and his tongue, you came messily, silky white liquid dripping on his face, framing it beautifully. He looked up at you, pleased of your performance and kissed your thigh, softly biting the flesh. "What a good girl.." San said and marked you in a spot closest to your cunt, leaving you breathless. You were barely standing on your legs, half-held by San's strong hands. He got up and went behind your back, messing with your breasts in front, watching Wooyoung contently. The younger one was still making out with you, his hands now roaming on your body, holding onto your ass.

"I think it's time you know what a bad choice you made... teasing us like this." San spoke, barely above a whisper and barely letting you know what he had in plan. Wooyoung did as San commanded, nodding in the bedroom's way. The older one lifted you up with one hand and put you on his biceps and shoulder, holding you like you're just a feather.

Wooyoung opened the door and as soon as they stepped in, San threw you on the bed, creaking under your weight and his powerful throw. "Let's see it now.. what you've got in you that made you think this was a good idea for you." Wooyoung said, smiling cockily while climbing on the bed. "San?"

"Hm?"

"Top or under?" the younger one asked.

"Under, of course. I wanna eat her out-" San said and you didn't even have time to react.

"H-huh" you gasped as soon as you saw both men getting undressed completely right ij front of you, their cocks springing out forcefully and as hard as ever. San's was already leaking with precum.. Woo's too.

The younger one got on the bed and kneeled while San took you in his grip and placed you on all fours, right in front of Wooyoung. He then slid under you, his cock at your mouth and your pussy at his.

"Oh- my god.." you gasped, the idea of having 69 while being fucked dumb by Woooyoung never crossed your mind but... this was more than thrilling.

San's hands rode your back and as soon as they got to your ass, he pressed you down onto his face and started eating you out, to which you followed and started lickikg his cock. Wooyoung also worked his way in, prepped your hole with two of his fingers and lubed you up with his pre cum, to which he then started fucking you rapidly. Your moans revrebrating through San's cock as you engulfed his length. He was.. big. As fuck. Not necessarily lenght wise, which was safe to say too long for you... his girth always drove you insnae. As you were pounded by Woooyoung, you slowly started sucking San's cock. You first started sucking on the tip, circling it with your tongue. Then you licked him down to the base, leaving a soft trail of kissing along. Then without warning, you took a deep breath and took his whole lengh as deep as you could down your throat, San flinching at the sudden action. You stood like that for a moment, rhen when you lifted your hair you gasped for airz choking slightly. Tho, your plan was to get him off so, you got to seriously sucking him off, using your hands to lightly pump him from his base.

He was already squirming in your hand, under you, in search of friction. You were already coming close to your high, the knot in your belly tightening. San's nose hit your spots just right, his tongue was working wonders, and Wooyoung's hands on your lower waist were doing no good. Within a few more thrusts and muffled moans along San's cock you came messily, cum dripping once again on his face. He slurped everything, sucking on your swollen clit. You moaned loudly at his action, tho which your mouth soflty clenched onto his cock, leaving him agape. Strings of silky white liquid filled your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat while you waited for him to finish completely. You sucked everything off and swallowed-

"Such a good girl..." his breath hitched from under you. "I'm not done yet-" he slid to the side and switched the positions. He flipped you over, your back against his chest in a milisecond, not giving a shit about the fact that Wooyoung was still fucking you, catching his high. They basically switched.., safe to say, your holes. Wooyoung, very eagerly started ramming into your cunt. Your hands sprung to his head, holding him close and ruffling his hair. San, on the other way, was taking his time prepping your ass, his cock way girthier than Woo's.

"That damned perfume.." Wooyoung started.

"It's so intoxicating." he said and rammed once into you, bottoming out and leaving you breathless. One of his hands went for your throat, holding you down onto San's chest.

Both men were now fucking you dumb, synchronised and hitting all your spots.

"I'm- close" Woooyung muttered, becoming more noisy. He softly started whining and quietly moaning with every thrust, sign that proved his words. His thrusts started getting sloppier, messier, to which he finally finished, filling you up. He fucked you through his orgasm, San also feeling overwhelmed under you. As soon as he felt you clench... around both cocks, he caught his high and finished.

As soon as both of them were done with filling you up, they pulled out and laid you down on the mattress, spreading your legs out. Their fluids seeped out of your holes, both men looking satisfied, proud of their work.

"What do you think about a 2nd round, huh" Woo asked you.

"-yes, please!" you shouted.

"Look at how needy you are... San, get the cuffs. It doesn’t seem like she yet learned her place." Woo said and topped over you, proof that the night was just about to start.

"Happy birthday, our love." the boys said, grinning at you.

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What are you sorry for wwhat

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𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 || w.maximoff

boudoir photography: (.n) a photographic style featuring intimate, sensual, romantic, and sometimes erotic images of its subjects.

☰ PAIRING: sub!collegestudent!wanda x dom!amab!professor!reader

☰ REQUEST: I do have a prompt idea, subcollegestudent!wanda x domteacher!reader... where readers assigns an assignment that requires taking pictures that students have to sumbit for there final or something. Wanda submits a photo of her naked... reader gets flustered and holds her back after class and maybe reader tells wanda to meet them somewhere (an apartment or hotel) and then yeah reader fucks the shit out of wanda (sorry), also maybe G!P reader and some kinks like breeding, being tied up etc, whatever youre comfortable with and feel free to add your own touch.

☰ TAGS: smut (18+), college!au, lesbian sex, you're like the hot professor, and wanda is horny af, you can guess how that ends, bondage, breeding kink, professor kink, elements of brat-taming, mentions of reader smoking but i don’t condone smoking irl, shit eats your lungs up but its hot in fiction (to a certain extent), wanda is obsessed with your hands, sadism, degradation kink, humiliation kink

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albeit it might seem arrogant, you were quite aware of the fact that you were attractive.

in your defense, it was incredibly hard not to notice.

enrolling into the prestigious avengers college as a psychology professor with no less than two PhDs, you were quickly classified into the category of ‘the cool and funny one who’s too hot to be a professor’. those words weren’t yours, just for clarification.

the first time you walked into your class, donning a casual suit, laptop tucked under a thick arm of muscle that fabric didn’t conceal, your peripheral vision exposed the dropped jaws of female students and the impressed eyes of the male ones. 

stunned silence at your strangely stark presence quickly turned into sheer admiration when you did your little introduction. whenever you tried to make eye contact with the students to be engaging, you were almost always guaranteed a flirty wink from the ladies. you nearly choked several times.

it didn’t help that your face was a little too good-looking, or that your smirk was a little too sexy. so when you started the lecture, it was plainly obvious that none of them were actually paying attention to the lesson, but more so you. 

word spread fast, and soon it seemed like every student in avengers’ college wanted to sign up for professor l/n’s psychology class.

however, as much as the attention filled your pride, none of your students ever did quite catch your eye like a certain redheaded one.

photo-psychology. 

human relationships, personal identity, interpersonal communication, perception, creativity. they helped to explain how we, as humans, create visual images, how we share them, and how people react to what they see.

though an expert in this field, you don’t think you would ever really be able to put into words the emotions you felt, when you saw wanda maximoff’s submission for her finals.

dear god.

when you said there was a photography assignment that would cost about 40% of the final grade, you presumed it meant well-thought-out imageries of subjects that represented the current state of one’s psychological wellbeing.

not this. certainly not this. nothing could have ever prepared you for this.

wanda maximoff, the redheaded student you held an inexplicable attraction towards, in a set of some of the most erotically compromising positions you had ever seen. 

the first image she had submitted was of herself in a skirt that was far too tiny to leave anything to the imagination, black fishnet stockings tightly hugging sinful thighs, sitting on her knees. 

the second image had wanda in a dark room, the only illumination being the moonlight from outside her window. the minimal lighting fell on her side, bringing light to a generous cleavage. wanda was cleverly and outragingly positioned so that the darkness prevented you from seeing more.

and the third image, god, the third image. it was a sight you would never forget. the redhead was dressed in nothing, sprawled out on her bed, one hand shoved up her pussy, the other probably holding the camera. 

wanda’s face was contorted into an expression of euphoria, on the brink of an orgasm. pretty eyes glassy and her mouth slightly open, of which you swore you could hear her needy moans of release. 

to add insult to injury, the camera was angled just so you could see a hint of wet, pink, folds, but not quite nearly enough to fully capture the entirety of her beauty, leaving you on the edge of precipice to crave more.

you stiffened in your seat, still in the middle of grading of the submissions during class. you swallowed, trying not to let it show. without looking up, you could feel those mischievous viridescent eyes on you.

while it was undeniably wrong, these were the most captivating, alluring, and entrapping images you had ever laid your experienced eyes upon.

“see me after class, ms. maximoff.” you said, as calmly as you could, voice only a touch rougher than usual.

“yes, professor,” wanda said back, ‘professor’ rolling off her tongue in a manner far too seductive to be respectful. you gripped the paper a little harder. 

nearly an hour rolled past with strained silence, unbeknownst to the rest of the class. you waited patiently as the students filed out, watching wanda shove her friends playfully at their playful teasing, before waving goodbye as she walked up to you.

but you decided to leave her hanging, not making any move to speak. wanda was waiting for you to say anything, to do anything. 

by the expression on your face, it looked like you were going to bend her over the table and take her right then and there, but while it was a desire rooted deeply in her heart, wanda knew you would never do that. you were an enigma of your own accord, too gentlemanly to be brash with your actions, but too dangerous to be undermined.

you were smart, obviously, calculated in everything that you did. but beyond that was an effortlessly alluring aura that drew everyone towards you like a moth a flame, wanda being no exception from the rule.

so when those calculated began scanning over her body, not in greedy lust but in the knowing acknowledgment that it was yours, wanda felt the inevitable wetness pool in her panties. the flush blossomed on her cheeks, spreading to her ears and her neck.

your eyes rested on her thighs, the ones that had been clad in stockings in the photo, your imagination running wild but your exterior ever-collected. wanda felt her thighs clench, and you licked your lips for a fraction of a second.

it seemed like an eternity of thick tension spreading across the expanse of the room, just her and you in a little bubble of forbidden desires better left unsaid.

then you absent-mindedly began typing on your laptop, not even half of your attention paid on wanda anymore. the redhead stiffened, wondering how you could’ve been so careless in that very moment.

but she caught sight of the paper that had been slipped to her previously. a slip with a neatly-written address, a time below it.

“it’s for you,” you pointed out offhandedly, finally, not even giving her a second glance.

nevertheless, wanda saw the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at your lips, and she felt the excitement bubble. or maybe it was something less innocent than excitement.

you stayed seated under your desk as she left, eyes burning into the back of wanda’s head, noting her flushed dizziness and the entrancing sway of pretty hips.

it was till she was gone that you let out a deep groan, spreading your legs and leaning back, having hidden a throbbing erection in your pants for nearly an hour.

it was 4 p.m. when wanda arrived at the hotel, her legs bouncing with excitement.

high heels clicked against marble tiling, hands shifting to tug down the incredibly short dress she had chosen. the air-conditioning was cold against bare skin, raising goosebumps.

the hotel you had chosen was expensive, the particular unit tucked away in some ungodly frivolous suite. wanda wasn’t sure how many zeroes you had spent on her.

but beyond all that, she was nervous. even though you were the object of her wet dreams encased in dapper black suits, you were still a professor, after all.

she took a deep breath, checking the unit number for the hundredth time before rapping on the door sharply. 

wanda held her breath, wondering if you would even open the door. maybe it was wrong to trust you so foolishly. to crave and want someone she was forbidden to love.

“come in,” called a voice from inside, raspy with something wanda couldn’t quite pinpoint, but definitely turned on by.

your breath caught in your throat when you laid your eyes on wanda. 

she was dressed in a juniper-green silk dress, one that clung to all the right curves. brilliantly crimson lipstick only magnetized all your attention to soft lips, ripe for the taking.

"hi," wanda murmured softly, stopping right before you. her eyes raked over your less formal figure, manspreading as you sat on the edge of the king-sized bed. 

what captured her attention was a cigarette resting between your lips, being toyed with by two fingers. wanda didn't exactly mind, only further turned on at the sight of a partially unbuttoned blouse.

you hummed in response, extending your arms in a gesture to grasp her hips. wanda flushed at your straightforwardness, swallowing at the sight of long, ring-adorned fingers.

stepping closer to let you pull her into your personal space, wanda sighed in relief, relaxing into your touch.

using a free hand to press chaste kisses on the back of her knuckles, you grunted when wanda gently scraped painted nails on the sharpness of your jawline. 

unspoken words between gentle caresses quickly became rougher gropes of bare skin, your impatience getting the better of you at wanda's eagerness.

"i- i want you, please." wanda whispered, palming at the erection in your pants. 

"are you sure?" you voiced again, almost as if foreshadowing what could ensue. "i can- i can be a bit, well, rough."

wanda shook her head, swallowing when your hands roamed further southward. "i like it rough, professor."

then your hands were cupping her ass, pulling the redhead down onto your lap. gauging her reaction with watchful eyes, you wrapped a hand around her neck to pull her in.

wanda whined at the touch of your hand on her neck, squirming in your lap when you let out a puff of smoke into her mouth. her eyes got hazy as you rested a thumb on her bottom lip, tracing mindlessly.

the taste of the smoke made her dizzy, her breathing clogged for a moment when you began kissing her. gasping needily for oxygen, she tried to pull away.

but you were adamant in getting what you wanted, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, as wanda clawed at your exposed skin with shaky moans.

soon enough, the kiss was all tongue and teeth, clashing with fervency. you tilted your head to let your tongue slide between her soft lips, and wanda let out a moan that reverberated in your ears.

"please," she whined, tugging at the back of your shirt, taut with the expanse of expensively crafted muscles.

"i don't think so, miss maximoff," you responded with a breath of escapism, low decibels making her ears blush. "misbehaving today, hm?"

“i don’t know, maybe you should punish me first.” wanda replied almost instantaneously, haughty but with an air of brattiness that you wanted to fuck out of her.

your eyes narrowed, hands trailing over her pretty thighs, then slapping it roughly, making her jolt with a gasp. “maybe i should.” you murmured hotly, the kisses on her collarbone turning downright possessive.

wanda moaned, hips jerking against your crotch area. you groaned, hastily flipping her over onto your bed. effectively trapping her in, with knees on either side of her lithe figure, you didn’t think you had ever seen a more breathtaking sight.

"you alright with bondage?" you breathily asked, pupils dilating at wanda's hazy eyes of arousal. the fight she had in her earlier seemed to dissipate with each passing second you denied her of pleasure.

wanda nodded eagerly at the suggestion, tilting her head to suck at your fingers, tongue trailing around the cold metal of your rings. 

you bit back a guttaral growl. "let go," you muttered, gaze tearing into her pliant mouth still sucking. wanda seemed to ignore you, only taking two fingers further down her throat, letting out a pretty gag.

"let go," you repeated again, slower, in disbelief at how disobedient wanda could be. but you shouldn't have been surprised, for she had quite literally sent her professor nudes for her finals. 

��...you’re a fuckin’ brat, you know?”

“mhm, you should fuck it outta me.”

sooner than wanda thought physically feasible, you had her wrists bound by handcuffs, pinned to the headboard. the restraints allowed for minimal movement, but not nearly enough to satiate the redhead’s unrelenting need for alleviation.

you let your hands roam over her exposed body, now barren of clothing. she was divine, in every state of matter, with or without.

“you remember the first image?” you quizzed, hovering above wanda’s restrained form. she tried to reach for you, to touch and feel, but the only thing she was greeted with was cold metal of handcuffs.

"what image?" wanda gasps, her whine breaking off into a shrill shriek of pleasure when your lips wrap around her cute, stiff nipple.

"don't play innocent," you reprimanded with a dangerous seriousness. pulling down your pants, wanda ogled at the sight of your huge cock straining against the pants of your boxers. then you pulled that off, too, letting it spring free, and wanda wondered how the hell it was going to ever fit inside her.

but her train of thought was halted by a harsh slap to her thighs. you seemed to like that, watching porcelain turn crimson, watching the shake of the ass in its aftermath.

"you know the first image," you begin, sliding your cock against her wet folds. wanda cries, groping for you, fighting against the cuffs. "the one with the tight stockings, and the little skirt."

your practiced self-restraint left wanda a bumbling mess, cock brushing against her clit in the slightest. it was so frustrating yet satisfying to be bound by the cuffs, denying her of pleasure yet giving her that in abundance.

"you got all dressed up for me?" you hummed with a satisfied grin at her state of duress. "such a whore, mhm?"

"i- i'm not - ah! - m'not a whore- f-fuck," wanda fell apart at your commanding jurisdiction, like she had been subjected to imprisonment within your unrelenting hold.

"but you are," you insisted, letting your cock enter her dripping cunt in the slightest, then pulling out. "so wet, fuck."

wanda let out a disparaged cry, as you smirked. "and the second image." you continued. "you remember that?"

wanda nodded frantically, the cuffs on her wrist leaving red marks in its wake. she knew better than to disobey you now, to let her brattiness be the cause of that loss of euphoric pleasure.

"i remember, professor. i'm s-sorry. please-"

before wanda could even finish her sentence of wailed apologies, you slid your cock into her properly, as wanda let out a moan so pornographic she looked divine.

the redhead undulated her hips frantically against that little bit of friction, chasing her high as you pulled out yet again. "you sure you're sorry?" you questioned. "'cos i don't remember telling you to fuck yourself on me like a little slut."

"fill me up, professor, please," wanda begged.

"oh, i don't think so, miss maximoff," you said dryly, plucking at her nipple so harshly she screamed. "not until you tell me about that third picture. so fuckin' needy, huh? what if i just reported it to school's authorities? then you'd be expelled 'cos you were all too whorish for your professor." 

wanda thrashed under you, fighting against the handcuffs in a futile attempt, as you began sucking on a hardened nipple. "just wanted to take your pups, please. please, i need it." she rambled, gasps and moans escaping her divine lips.

your unrelenting tempo of cruel erotica left wanda a mindless mess of babbles and she was so, so wet. 

you stole away orgasm after orgasm, and wanda cried at each lost, knowing she had brought it upon herself. 

"please, please, please, i need you inside now." she whimpered.

but your patience had soon run thin, and you could never feasibly deny such a breathtaking woman before you, so you finally gave in to her desires.

your grip on her hips so harsh wanda was sure it would bruise the next day. the thought of going back to school and seeing you at your desk with the knowledge that her body was yours made her shiver, but then that thought was thrown out the window when you entered her.

"oh, fuck," you cursed, eyes wide, a breathy rasp in your voice that was ear candy for wanda.

the redhead had taken the entirety of your cock in her hungry pussy on the first thrust, velvet walls hugged around you so wet and hot you never wanted free reign again.

"professor," wanda's pathetic little mewl had your grip on her hips tightening. 

"you're soaked." you groaned out, shifting inside her to make yourself comfortable. the redhead thrashed again at your actions, and you had to shove two fingers in her mouth to shut her up.

the familiar feeling of cold metal against her tongue had wanda relaxing for the slightest, but you took that opportunity to begin fucking her like it was the last thing on earth you would do.

again and again, using her like a little doll, releasing your healthy amounts of seed into her gaping pussy as she begged to be bred.

orgasm after orgasm, as wanda cried your name, as you marked her with sharp teeth and even sharper thrusts.

over and over, until the hotel room reeked of sex, and the both of you were covered in slick and sweat, and until the management security came knocking on your door.

it was 2 a.m. when wanda left the hotel, her legs barely able to move.

this took way too long lmao also i loved the contrast between “it was 4pm when wanda arrived at the hotel, her legs bouncing with excitement.” and “it was 2am when wanda left the hotel, her legs barely able to move.” it’s a parallel i thought was pretty cool so hopefully yall noticed that detail too :o

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Some replieeeees, also hey it’s Summer (just noticed that)

Anonymous asked:

WELL I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GETTING BLESSED WITH SAVANACLAW ROOK TITS TODAY

GOOD LORD I'M GOING TO MOTORBOAT ON THEM VROOM VROOM 😚😚😚

SURPRISE, ANON! Motorboat them to your heart’s content.

I am very happy that you liked Rook tits; it was probably very naïve of me to think that his nipple won’t be the main star of the drawing lol

Anonymous asked:

Planning on revisiting aus?

We might, but there isn’t any planning involved here; we just randomly remember about them from time to time and sometimes want to add to them lol

 I’ve sketched a comic for the mafia AU not so long ago, but we only posted it on ko-fi for now…

Anonymous asked:

More Lilia content when?

Hopefully soon! We have some new stuff with him, so it’s a matter of time... If everything goes well, you should see a lot of more stuff relatively soon. For now he’s also on ko-fi, being unable to post regularly has fucked up our posting flow really badly.

Anonymous asked:

I'm not exactly caught up on the Savanaclaw Rook stuff,

But that doesn't mean I don't have some pretty fun thoughts.

Like one I had while looking at that art you recently posted.

And I'm just imagining Savanaclaw Rook and Pomefiore Rook are in the same room, for whatever reason, who knows, and Vil walks in-

And Pomefiore Rook looks at Savanaclaw Rook-

And he just sees the hearts in Savanclaw Rook's eyes while looking at Vil.

And he knows that Savanaclaw Rook's already as hooked on Vil as he is.

Cause Rook just having an "on sight" moment when first meeting Vil is something I absolutely love.

:)

Awwww, this is so cute. At first I thought you were going to make a ménage à trios joke…

He absolutely had an “on sight” moment when he first saw him at NRC; and while I think it’s fair to assume that this isn’t Rook’s actual first time seeing him (being such a theatre nerd and all),  seeing him irl probably felt different somehow.

Looking at S!Rook’s reaction is probably pretty nostalgic for P!Rook.

No but really they really should hug Vil together and show him all kinds of love-

Anonymous asked:

Thinking nonstop about the characters being called daddy and master post,, it makes me imagine a scenario where Silver's sleeping around campus (probably because his father told him to so he could live a little) and someone asks him to call them daddy... He would be so confused like "???? I am not your son 🤨" save my boy LOL

Silver calling Lilia daddy or papa in bed would just end up being so cute 😭 Lilia stopping what he's doing and totally breaking his image as a cool and strict dom to be like "Eh?? Ehh??? You haven't called me that in years 🥺"

(this is about this post)

I am very happy you enjoyed that one, Anon!

Oh poor Silver lol Or should I say poor people who will never be the father that Silver loves dearly… even though this isn’t what they wanted from him at all. And these poor fools would think that the issue is that the word is too familial, and this is why Silver doesn’t consider it sexy. If only they knew…

Imagining Lilia dropping his dom thing to gush over his precious son being very cute and suddenly calling him daddy/papa is very funny though, he wouldn’t expect that at all. Despite being all kinds of cursed, for some reason  this is the one moment that Lilia would consider pretty wholesome… which only makes it even more cursed lol

Although to be honest it’s surprisingly difficult to imagine Silver calling Lilia anything other than “oyaji-dono”. Imagine Silver’s first word being not “papa” but “oyaji-dono” instead…

[txtssera]

chicago fan experience | i met matthew lillard!

so i went to chicago fan expo to meet matthew lillard, and at first the line situation was bonkers (/neg), had to wait an extra hour from when they said he would be back, no updates given during the entire time we were in the line and it wasn’t posted anywhere that it was cash only (my family was getting four different autographs so it would’ve been easier to card) and we only found out that it was cash only like 4 ppl before we were supposed to go up to him, and then his handler looked annoyed that we complained that it wasn’t posted anywhere about cash only (even tho we even said it wasn’t directly her fault).

which none of this was directly matthew’s fault at all and this isn’t me blaming him for it!!

but YALLLL when he did get back, it was probably the best autograph experience i’ve ever had and that’s as a frequent comic con etc goer. when he came back, he walked directly through the line itself, he was giving out high fives and he even hugged a small child that was on top of their parents shoulders (yall i got to HIGH FIVE MATTHEW LILLARDDDD and i got it on video). so some quick things about his autograph experience:

- he plays his own music from a speaker and he was listening to the hamilton soundtrack (he screamed the LADIES part in a winters ball in my face and i think ill forever think of him when listening to hamilton from now on), and then while my sister was in line for someone else he was playing Shinedown which is another win for me personally

- he was standing in front of the table and was giving hugs etc while doing stuff, he’s not one of those ones who just sits there and signs and sends you on your way

- he didn’t like the first signature he did on my moms print so he signed it again (4 more times in fact)

- he is so fine like don’t even get me started on how attractive he is irl

- i told him he needs to get into the new saw movie (sorry i need that cross over in my life) and he looked surprised and he said smth along the lines of “ill make it my mission” or smth like that

- so chatty and does a lot of banter, he said hamilton isn’t his favorite but it’s definitely up there!

- he does the voices of whatever’s he’s writing on your autograph (zoinks for shaggy, i always come back for afton etc)

we also got a photo op with him as well so if anyone wants to see the autographs or the photo op photo lmk!! i can also talk about other autographs i got too as matthew wasn’t the only one i met if anyone wants (jim cummings, butch hartman, grey delisle, diane pershing). and i might post a haul of everything i bought later if i feel like it idk.

i know this is getting long but i think ill be geeked out over this for the rest of my life especially as scooby doo was my very first and is my longest lasting hyperfixation and it definitely was the best m&g type experience ive ever had!!

[doingherbestbutnot]

One of the most important things Nightow did to develop his plot (read: psychologically fuck up the twins) was create isolation between Kni and Vash with the rest of humankind early in their lives. Specifically talking about how in Stampede and the manga the vast majority of humanity appear frozen.

We see in both how Vash clearly wants connection (Stampede he's literally naming them [using their real names?? unsure] and talking to them) but Kni's full background wasn't explored with as much depth in Stampede (read: not a criticism of Stampede, she's only 12 eps long 🤣🤣 and I love herrrrrr she can do no wrong in my eyes).

But looking at Kni's background, especially in the manga?? Like damn bro lol Kni is basing his entire world view off of like four people for 100+ years essentially (confirmation bias is a powerful drug my friends) meanwhile I can’t help but think of all the people I know IRL that - even the non-anime watchers - who would meet someone like Kni and be like "you’re under our protection now; our rate is one hug per hour. Would you like to pay up front or create a payment plan? Also, here’s a list of recommended local mental health professionals. No shame in the game; we’re all mad here.”

Both as a joke and partially serious like… I just imagine the girlies on TikTok telling Kni he's fucking awesome, he just needs to meet more people, diversify his experiences, and check in with the squad/friendship-board of directors before acting when he gets upset 🤣🤣

I think the brilliance and horror behind Kni's character portrayal is how he forces you to question what is true "evil" and the juxtaposition with Legato and other characters is amazingggg. Like, reasonable people can conclude Kni's not truly evil and the most controversial part of him (and, conversely, Vash's pacifism) is how you can see and know people like Kni IRL and still love/defend them just as Vash does, but the moment you see another do the same you see the morally grey spots and flaws in your own actions. Kni's actions may be perceived as evil but the moment you divorce his actions from his mental processes he’s really just misguided, afraid, and so deep in a hole of his own making he can't see anything else.

Y’all have already (correctly imo) pointed out Kni isn’t Vash’s true foil in Trigun (he's more of a mirror), I just think it bears emphasizing that Kni and Vash are both so intolerably human in so many ways while both thinking themselves so different from humans. Which, I get is the entire point of fiction here but 🤣🤣

I just think it's real neat, okay?!?! I love that the twins aren't real foils to each other but one is a mass murderer for a cause and the other is so starkly pacifistic that he refuses to be "logical" and kill the killer.

This started as a small thought... and got out of hand. OH WELL LOL might expand more on it later but that's all for now ✌️✌️

[morvantmortuary]

Sorry to hear you've had a rough day. Sending you good vibes and virtual hugs 🖤🖤🖤

thank you for this, darling, I super appreciate you thinking of me 🥰

some of it was honestly funny in hindsight? like, the two campus buses I have to take to get to work somehow stretched my commute into an hour each way

…I live ten minutes from my office 🙃

then I sent this job listing I really liked to the director of our professionalization committee for this year, which I knew wasn’t my exact specialization but I have other circumstances that made me think it would work, only for the director to explain I would be a super duper long shot (if I was considered at all) bc they’re actually looking for an MFA student but they didn’t outright say it in the listing

did I mention I switched to applying for my phd five years ago even though I originally wanted an mfa, I somehow thought a phd would be more practical

so then I went looking through all the job app websites I’m signed up for, and while I found a lot of openings for other specializations (ukrainian lit, italian lit, pre-1000 bce), I found maybe one or two for what’s considered the most general application of what I do

and they were both for military academies :’D which I really, uh, don’t want to work at

so then I was like “okay, boot and rally, it’s gonna be fine, let’s just finally get the committee together” and sent out an email being like “hey guys we still haven’t decided on a date to meet and it’s like month 2 of the semester, how about [x day]” bc I’m feeling really unsteady about my dissertation and I’m under a lot of pressure from my dad to finish as soon as possible, so I’ve been trying to get ahold of them for weeks now it feels like

only for my new chair to immediately be like “nope sry”

so then I got home (an hour later) (I still only live ten minutes away) and realized that I think my best friend since I was little forgot to send me a birthday present when she usually always remembers

which she’s not obligated to do obviously, we’re both adults and she’s had some stuff going on, but between that and the fact that the two friends whom I supported through their dissertation/defense periods have just, like, left - one is on the other side of the world, one might as well be - I just got feeling very lonely :’D as much as I love all my friends in my phone, it’s just kind of hard sometimes in meatspace. no one else in my family has been to graduate school before (hell, I’m the second person in my immediate family to graduate from college and the first to not fail out temporarily in the process) and sometimes I feel weird talking to my non-grad irl friends bc they treat me like I’m still in college/don’t have a real job yet (they don’t mean to, it’s just how people think of grad school in the states), so. yeah.

…and then the scary possession movie I rented to feel better turned out to be a conservative religious propaganda movie in disguise, which was just the cherry on top

(that’s the last time I rent a movie without checking imdb first)

but then the next day was better: my committee chair swung by my desk himself (we work across the hall from one another) and hung out and talked me through some of my biggest worries for a bit (and even said he liked my chapter, which was amazing bc I was afraid it was hot garbage), and my boss was really nice and gave me some cake balls from the local bakery for a belated birthday present (I can’t eat them due to food allergies but the thought counts!!), and I actually drove myself to work instead of taking one of the buses, which shouldn’t be a big deal but is for me bc I hate driving anywhere after a bad accident I had a few years ago :’D then my committee members emailed me like “hey how about next week!!” and I was like “oh phew okay” and found out one of them hasn’t been avoiding me, he’s just on teaching leave for the semester lmao (he’d sent me comments first and I hadn’t seen him since, so I was like “omg was it that bad” even though his comments were fairly chill) so I guess my lesson for the week is that I just need to be patient and let things work out

…then this morning I woke up with a migraine :’D but it’s not the worst one I’ve had so far, so. it evens out I guess!!

anyway, sorry to hurgle all this at you after your super nice ask, it’s just been A Lot. if you read this far, you’re a saint and I love you 😂🖤

cheers to the rest of this week looking better!! hopefully!!! knock on wood!!!

[depravedangelbaby]

best of 2023 ♡ tagged by the sweet @trazynstolemygender ! gonna throw it under a read more bc I will be oversharing for sure :)

movie- I.... do not remember a lot of the movies we watched this year. The only one I can think of from this year is Barbarian n I absolutely would not say that it was the best lol. I looked up a list lol but I enjoyed the D&D movie and Fool's Paradise

tv show- gotta be Dimension 20!! Neverafter, Dungeons n Drag Queens, n Burrow's End (we still need to finish it) gave me liiiife. dungeons n drag queens also kickstarted my current drag race obsession!! I've watched 12 seasons in 3 months haha. I also really enjoyed The Last of Us bc my girl told me all the video game lore as we watched hehe

book- I embarrassingly do not read enough books! I started reading For Small Creatures Such As We by Sasha Sagan and that was... incredible. I need to get back into it n finish it!! (I read it aloud to my partner when she was in the hospital n we haven't read together in a while)

album- ooo tough tie between the whaler by home is where (hiwf♡♡♡) and So Much (for) Stardust by Fall Out Boy. the whaler is so full of raw emotion I can't help but feel it deep in my soul when I listen (it's been my go-to album for when I need to ~sob~), the singing saw just *gets* me. I'm seeing them live in 2024 and I'm going to sing at the top of my lungs and cry. I might even be brave enough to get in the pit lol. so much for stardust rekindled a childish joy I haven't felt in years (fob was THE soundtrack to me n my childhood bestie's adolescence), gave me energy on my bad days, n got me through a very, very, very hard month (when my babe got in her accident). I don't really listen to it much anymore bc it's kinda connected to that now.

food- we started going to this Venezuelan place in town that is *to die for*. omg. I eat sooo good every time we get it and get it for all of our guests when they visit!! I literally can't decide what I like the most from them

new thing- my tattoos!!! I got four this year after not getting any for 7 years- I'm so desperate for more!! I found a shop ran by queer folks for queer folks n I'm simply in love with them (definitely need to book with my artist asap for a thigh piece). exploring my gender more has been such a nice experience too. supporting my girl during her transition!!! huge!!!!! (she's been on hrt for almost 5 months now ♡♡♡!!!)

misc- I got to see NADDPOD live!! one of the happiest moments of this year for sure :) I made really good friends with my coworkers, we went to many concerts together (and I got to see merch I printed at multiple shows!!), and went to a few parties together. it's just really nice to have irl friends where I live haha. and I got to meet/talk with a lot of musicians bc of my job which is.. actually so fucking cool???? I made a lot of friends on here too n y'all have been so sweet and wonderful :)

favorite picture- honestly? one of my favorite photos from this year is one I took of all the staples in my girl's arm (she had to get 40) after her surgery.. it's a gross pic though so i will nottt be posting it lol. so instead have this cute one my friend took when we were out for my birthday :) I just love my maya kern bee skirt n had so much fun that day haha. it's actually not a great picture but you can see how happy I was so I like it :) (ps start masking again in public if you stopped!!)

feels a bit strange tagging people to add theirs but!! any mutuals that see this n wanna post theirs I'd love to see it!! ♡♡ sending you all a lot of love n hugs!! I hope your 2024's are kind to you and full of love n joy ♡♡

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Sneak Peek to Solar Opposites in Mighty Solars Issue #49: “Monster Mayhem Part 2”

Loretta: Oh my God.

Brittany: What?!

Loretta: Someone disliked a picture of me in dance class! I’m getting trolled right now!

Then, more of Black Mirror ends up receiving troll texts which terrified them. Black Mirror growls.

Mia: What the F? Jack, why did you tweeted I was going out with some loser?!

Jack: I didn’t!

Rebecca: I’m totally getting troll right now too!

Loretta: What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

Maurie: I have to get home to a computer! runs off

Loretta: What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

Black Mirror: This ain’t over! I still got those witches! Meet me at dusk or else! flies off

Mighton is confused. Suddenly, a familiar figure shows up as she breaks the ground after landing with one fist. The Mighty Solars turned around and gasp

Stacy G/???: Hello Mighty Solars…

Mighty Solars: Huh?

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Who are you?

Stacy G/???: Don’t worry. I’m sure I got enough trolling taken care off. You gotta be careful when you’re a new superhero. Some say girls don’t make great superheroes until Fung-irl came along.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: True.

Stacy G/???: And if you’re asking who I am, you can call me… Spikerella!

Suddenly, Fung-irl recognize notices the same eyes underneath Spikerella’s mask.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Stacy G?

Stacy G/Spikerella: Hey guys.

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: There’s no way.

Louise/Magma: Oh my god! My sweet young lady has turned into a hero! I am so proud of you hugs Spikerella

Vil-Gil-An-T faints.

Stacy G/Spikerella: smiling Thanks mom.

Then, she notice Terry’s eyes glowing orange

Stacy G/Spikerella: Uh, Terry? Are you-

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: What the?! Why is my eyes glowing orange? I didn’t get hit with the same potion my husband did and-

Suddenly, Mighton feel something that is painful as his skin suddenly starts turning black.

Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst: Uh, what the fuck is happening?

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: I don’t know, but I think we should run!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: No! We have to help Terry before-

Suddenly, Mighton starts growing bigger and muscular as his super suit rips apart, but his mask is still on him as he began to moan in pleasure by this

Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: OOOOOH YEEEAAAH! voice gets deeper I! FEEEEEL! GOOOOOOOOOD!

Montez: Holy shit!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: Oh my god! Terry! Are you okay?!

And with that Mighton has fully become Mundane as he roars and then looks at Mega Mundane Korvo and growls.

Nova/Heartstar: Mighton? What are you-

Mundane Mighton grows to a mega form as he growls and heads towards Mega Mundane Korvo as he roars. Mega Mundane Korvo sees him and growls, which made the other Mighty Solars nervous.

Stacy G/Spikerella: Uh oh. This is not good! We have to stop them!

Cherie: Yeah and fast! We must tell them who each of them are! Mighton might have lost his sanity!

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: I agree!

As the heroes race towards their transforms friends, Mega Mundane Mighton roars and Mega Mundane Korvo pummels to the ground as the two Mundane husbands lost their sanities.

Jesse Solar-Opposites/Fung-irl: Guys! Stop it!

Yumyulack Solar-Opposites/Vil-Gil-An-T: It’s okay Mighton! That’s your husband, Quasarblast!

Sherbet/Fizziepop: Snap out of it Quasarblast! It’s okay! The Mega Mundane you just met is your husband! Mighton!

Mega Mundane Quasarblast gasps when he realizes the truth.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: whines in shock

Mega Mundane Mighton snarls but then ends up gasping in shock as he regain his sanity and sees his husband.

Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Oh god. What have I done?!

Mega Mundane Quasarblast starts whimpering as he starts crying but Mega Mundane Mighton starts soothing his face while calming down his hubby.

Mega Mundane Terry Solar-Opposites/Mighton: Ssh. Ssh. You’re okay, babe.

Mega Mundane Quasarblast weeps as he finally regain his sanity and Mega Mundane Mighton embraces him.

Mega Mundane Korvo Solar-Opposites/Quasarblast: I’m so sorry…

Mega Mundane Terry-Solar Opposites/Mighton: It’s okay honey. Everything’s gonna be okay…

The two husbands then kiss.

Mighty Solars: Aaaw…

Fung-irl starts crying her eyes out after being touched by this moment while Spikerella giggles and pats Fung-irl’s shoulder softly in comfort.

[gust-jar-simulator]

I currently have Veil of Elysium by Kamelot stuck in my head and it won't come out, possibly because I don't have a good character to apply it to.

I think... hm. I've had an idea spinning in my head. I'm putting this under a read more because TW frank discussion of death.

So the chorus of the song is this:

One day I know we will meet again

In the shade of a life to die for,

Watching the world through the eyes of a child in Elysium.

Will I know you then?

My favorite little guy in LOZ is the Hero of the Four Sword, because from a narrative perspective I can project on him in fun ways. I'm a system, he's very system coded, it's fun to explore- especially in a hero character, because in fiction most systems and system coded characters are villains.

Because it's mostly seen in villains, one aspect of being a system- especially a system that doesn't want to integrate- is never addressed.

What does it mean to die when you're multiple people?

Obviously death is death and there's no cheating it, but the reality is that most of us are undercover. A close friend or partner might know. I'm open about it on the internet because it has no impact on my irl life. But when you die, your grave has one body and one name. That's not even getting into concepts like souls.

In the LOZ series, the player character is a reincarnation of the Hero's Spirit (usually). The Hero of the Four Sword gets ripped apart into four people, and then they're all shoved back into one body. And then, at some point, they die. Who their successor is might be up for debate, but it's proof enough that at the very least after they die they become one. Given the Palace of the Four Sword, maybe the only way they could remain separate would be infection with dark magic, becoming bound to their own sword like liches.

Vio and Shadow, Blue and Red- they don't get the immortal connection that Link and Zelda do. They don't get that "in every life I'll find you" promise. They exist and then they simply don't, not in a way that would let them hug eachother or count the stars together or tell shitty puns to eachother. What must it be like, to know that not only is the Four Sword lost to time and the legend of Vaati erased, not only will time forget you, but even your grave will have the wrong name? The other three heroes you love and protect like your own heartbeat, gone, never to truly reincarnate or even be talked about?

Sure they'll exist, all as one, as an alloy, but honestly that's not even the same as the person they were before the split. Sure, what makes Vio Vio and Blue Blue will get passed on to their descendent, but not in a way where they'll be able to say hello again. In every way that matters they'd be erased.

No wonder the Palace of the Four Sword exists. It's not like Hyrule at large could be trusted to keep their memory alive, they probably took the matter of planning their tomb into their own hands.

[italic-doing-random-shit]

im too lazy to read all those questions so all of them

well fuck here we go

~

this took me three days-

1: Whats your biggest insecurity?

I've got three; my body(I feel too feminine), peoples true feelings in me, and my work ethic and effort

2: Biggest physical insecurity?

My chest/torso area

3: Do you like the person your becoming?

Yeah, I like the life I'm working towards is good and i can't wait to live in it

4: Whats the one thing that you thar everyone but you can do?

Actually get peoples attention irl, my voice isn't very loud

5: Do you suffer from anxiety/depression/ptsd/etc?

Yes, I used to, and I think so.

6: Where were you born?

Southern Texas, much more humid

7: What do you think people say behind your back

No good stuff, but that might be the anxiety

8: Do you look up to anyone?

Not really, most of my idols were shitty

9: What makes you feel guilty?

Do not get me started, I can start feeling guilty for someone's tone towards me

10: Boring hobby you enjoy?

Watching gaming videos

11: Do you like who you are around people

No, not really. I'm often forgotten and not included because I'm to anxious to start a conversation

12: Future plans?

Go to art school, start a comfy, domestic life

13: Tell a secret

I hate celery

14: Whats an embarrassing event your still really petty about?

I once got in trouble for involuntarily screamed during sex ed because there were pictures

15: Do you get wonderlust?

YES. EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME

16: Romantic prefernce

I prefer women/femenine people, but I am not closed to anything

17: How many parents do you have?

Four, two step and two bio

18: Do they get along?

No, not really. My dad and mom can never communicate and cause me to mediate since I was little. Plus, my step mom and dad often scream at eachother

19: Do you swear?

Fuck yeah

20: How many siblings? Relationship with them?

Four step siblings, two sisters, both older, two brothers, on older and one younger. I'm very close with my younger brother, Bold. I'm not very close with my older siblings, as they are on my dads side.

21: Ever hurt someone emotionally?

I really try not to unless they have hurt me badly enough, but I have had to turn people down.

22: Has someone hurt you emotionally?

Constantly

23: Do you believe in the afterlife?

Yeah! There's gotta be something after this!

24: What lies do you believe anyways

That my friend is straight, he sent a group chat that I was in a bunch of thirst traps

25: Do you consider yourself to be poor, average, or wealthy?

I'd consider my family to be better then average but not wealthy

26: tattoo meanings?

Id like a flower tattoo of something meaningfull, I'm not sure yet however

27: How many friend groups do you have? How do they vary?

I don't really have friend groups, but my irl friends vary so much

28: Do you work?

Not quite, I have a practicum do school however

29: do you want a partner for life?

Yes

30: Who have you never forgiven?

Nobody

31: What are you looking forward to now?

Long term: Meeting all of you and giving you all cupcakes

Short term: I'm going out of town soon

32: If there's anything you could've changed about your past, what would it be?

I wish I didn't show as much academic potential then what I truly have when I was younger. Less stress and maybe I could've been diagnosed sooner

33: favorite color

RED LOVE RED

34: Unpopular opinion

I don't like pizza, unless its hiiwain

35: Last good book you read

To kill a mocking bird, as boring as it was to read for school, it was still good

36: Favorite book

Wishtree

37: Favorite poem?

Don't have one

38: Favorite movie?

Luca

39: Favorite song?

This rotates very often, but currently, Partners in crime by Set it off

40: Favorite kind of food?

Sweet and chewy

41: What kind of food trigger your gag reflex?

No foods. But when I bone breaks and you can see the break, ill need a moment

42: What are you missing in your life

As fucking cheesy as it sounds, you guys. I don't like the majorit of people here and i need to hug you all

43:if you could chose your name—

I did, it’s Parker

44/45/46: earliest/recent/beautiful Dream you remember having?

I don’t dream

47: do you have a car?

nope! I’m not able to legally allowed to drive and I have hamaxophobia

48: are you scared of death?

nope, it happens to all of us. I just don’t want to speed up the process

50: Dream job?

I would love to create something like TADC, lackidasiy, or something like that. I’d love to create the story and work on the animation

51: are you religious?

Kinda, I grew up with a Christian belief, but I don’t affiliate with any specific religion. I believe there’s something out there, but not anything specifically.

52: how do you calm yourself?

distraction, if I get my mind off of what’s bothering me, then I’ll be fine

53: most annoying thing that happens daily

my bones popping and hurting

54: urban, suburban, or rural

Urban

55: one talent you wish you had?

I wanna play piano

56: do well or struggle in school?

depends on the class

57: speech impediment?

I have a bit of a stutter when I speak because I’m thinking to fast

58: most terrifying thing that ever happened to you?

getting outed without my consent

59: Happiest day of your life?

Meeting all of you, especially Zain

60: early, on time, or late?

yes

61: quirks?

None that I can think of, most that are visible is just me stimming

62: do you wish you could start tomorrow with a clean slate?

I mean, don’t I already do that every morning. In a sense of course

63: do you ever get paranoid?

yes quite often

64: do you believe in human souls?

kinda??? I mean, I think people are born with certain personality characteristics, but also I think it can be altered by environment

65: what’s a mistake you’ll never make again

making a chocolate pie and trusting certain people

66: what fandoms do you belong to?

utmv mainly, but I enjoy anything that you guys and gals bring me

67: Old urls

Used to be CallMeAdam, i was rotating through names I'd like to call myself, but I much prefer Parker and Italic now

68: How often do you lie?

A lot. Compulsively. Only to teachers and parents.

69: do you like the attention you get?

mostly, there’s some that I don’t like but that’s mostly irl attention

70: are you dating someone? What’s your favorite thing about them?

I am indeed! I love her confidence, but I adore everything about her

71: are you concerned about the environment?

yes

72: what stresses you out most?

Drama that gets blown out of proportion, school, going to my dads

73: credit, debit, EBT, or cash

cash. It’s much harder to track back to me

74: favorite historical figure?

I don’t know his name, but the dude who consumed his entire supply of pervirtin or however you spell it

75: what’s a movie you know is bad but enjoy anyways

Big, it’s awful but so funny

77: what’s your kink?

got a few; praise, dominance, and a few others I will only mention in private

78: what’s the on thing you don’t feel comfortable doing around friends?

there’s a lot of things, but talking is a big one

79: most prized possession?

heart necklace

80: are ever proud of yourself?

sometimes

81: do you ever tear yourself down?

yep

82: do you ever tell people how you feel?

maybe, depends

83: do you like it when people guess how you feel?

depends. If you’re wrong, im punching you(unless we’re joking around). If your right, then it make both of our lives so much easier

84: are you worried about someone close to you?

constantly, we’re all mentally I’ll and I’m way too empathetic for my own good

85: How many interview questions do you answer to yourself?

I don't exactly understand what this is asking, but I have done interviews before so just standard questions about my art work and life

86: if you could meet anyone living or dead, who would it be?

you already know who I’m going to say

87: if I had a clone of myself, and there’s not enough resources, would you get along?

most likely, im am very self sacrificing when it come to my mental and physical health

88: what kind of things confuse you

it can be anything if you try an describe it to me verbally

89: are to hot or too cold?

yes

90: What time period, other then the current one, would you like to be in

Well, probably somewhere in the 1500's,

91: what’s your sign? Does it match you?

Aquarius, and kinda

92: do you believe in astronomy?

no, but I still find it to be really interesting

93: do you like extreme activities?

some, im not very. Brave.

94: are you waiting for someone to save you?

not really, I want to save myself and bring others with me

95: can you remember the last time you had a deep connection with someone?

yeah, with panda on Sunday. It felt like talking to my future self/pos

96: do you like where you grew up?

nope! Terrible for my asthma, never felt accepted by people irl, plus a terrible problem with cis men being asshole and weird

97: favorite word

moonstruck; the incapability to be normal from being deeply enamored or in love with something or someone

98: do you think your interesting?

yeah!

99: what people do you wish knew me better?

my parents, all four of them. Maybe I’d be happier if they understood

100: are you okay?

not really, but I’m working towards being better

101: what’s been going on in your mind lately?

lotsa ideas for animations

[topperscumslut]

are u ever gonna post the impractical jokers 90s au

ok ok so i was kinda hesitant to post it just bcuz it’s very… not well written lol. and i wasn’t really sure if anyone would actually want to read it but it seems like there actually is a demand for it so here y’all go ig 🤷🏻‍♀️

so i wrote this when i was 14 when one of my irl best friends introduced me to her online best friend who was also obsessed with impractical jokers and we decided to start a fan account on instagram and write a self insert fic together ab us going to HS in the 90s and meeting the jokers (even tho i ended up doing all of the writing which i was actually kinda happy about lmao). so you can very much tell that a 14 yr old wrote it and a lot of the plot doesn’t make sense lmaooo but im just gonna post it as it is and not try to edit it to make it sound better or anything. for now im just gonna post it chapter by chapter which is something i haven’t done before cuz i usually only write one shots nowadays so yea just lmk if y’all wanna be added to a taglist!!! but yea anyway here y’all go.

masterlist for this fic

chapter 1 word count: 475

Intro

The year is 1994. Two best friends are going back to high school after winter break, one of which newly single and sure no one could replace her so-called “Mr. Right” - until the pair meets four boys from Staten Island who just might change their worlds forever. Prepare for something amazing.

Chapter 1 - Stupid Boy

Sarah and Kendall hadn’t seen each other for weeks due to a fun, yet long, Christmas break. Both had been super busy and weren’t able to see each other or any of their other friends since school got out. The two girls hugged and greeted each other at their lockers, before greeting their friend Jasmyn the exact same way.

The three friends stood at Kendall’s locker as she put away her coat and her water bottle, the group of them talking and laughing about everything that they’d done over break.

“Guess what guys?” Jasmyn said, “I have a new crush!”

“That’s great,” Kendall sighed, forcing a smile.

“Oh no, Jasmyn, really?” Sarah said, “K, are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. I think so. I mean Andy’s a great guy. He never meant to hurt me, so I shouldn’t let it get to me anyway. I mean, isn’t that what we both want?”

“Yeah, true. But we’re here for you.”

Kendall smiled and opened her mouth to thank the girls before hearing an eerily familiar laugh behind her. It was Andy, her ex.

The ex-lovers made eye contact for not even half a second before Kendall looked away, tears in her eyes.

“I, um,” she sniffled, “oh, I really have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” She ran off to the girl’s bathroom at the end of the hall, and didn’t even have time to lock herself in a stall before bursting out into tears like Niagara Falls. How did Andy have this effect on her?

She wiped up her tears with a scratchy paper towel, wishing she had tissues in her backpack. And wishing she had never met that stupid boy that broke up with her over the phone.

“Thank God for waterproof mascara, am I right?’

“Hey, hey, guys, did you hear that?”

Shit! She thought, Someone heard me.

She peeked outside to see a group of four boys, the voice had belonged to the ferret-like one, sandwiched between one with long, dark hair and thick eyebrows - Sarah’s type - and a handsome one with striking green eyes that she could both see and feel the empathy in.

Oh no no no, please don’t see me! Calm down, Kendall. It’s not like they could come in anyways.

“I think it was just your imagination, Murray,” the final boy said.

Thank God, Kendall thought as Sarah burst through the bathroom door, wrapping an arm around her, the four boys now lost from her mind - for the time being.

[peppermintbuttlemon]

i gotta add to the discourse bc you keep taking the literal thoughts from my brain and i love it (same soho anon from yesterday getting my unmoderated goss fix in since ive gone off the grid online - so this is long)

i literally only like him bc i think he’s cute imma be so real w you. (he is mid i know my friends dog on my terrible taste all the time and he fits my tragic pattern) i saw him in game of thrones in 2019 and was like hello and wanted to slide into his dms but was not possible bc no ig (that we knew of lol) and it became a whole joke with my friends that my celeb crush was some rando who was in game of thrones for 3 mins and then when he was in ST it just became a whole bit. when he did a con by me it was a literal 2 minute walk from my house so my friend and i went just for the plot and he was actually nice when i took my photo. idk it also might have just been early so he maybe had pep in his step but i was going to leave and he stopped me mid walk and said “thanks for coming” (obvi the standard to be polite) and i literally just said “ok” bc i was hungover and that dystopian ass JC Penny portraits curtain cubicle was disorienting me LMAO. i will never ever go to one of those things ever again. then like an hour later saw his big head active on raya.

re: weirdo fans

i have literally talked about this on other goss blogs bc it rubbed me SO WEIRD and everyone dogged on me for saying it/it was mentioned/denied in some twt thread but one of the weird fans mentioned before was hanging out with a girl that literally jogged after someone on his team and was like “what i don’t get a hug???” like you’re so bizarre but okay. they can deny it all they want but i literally watched it sitting on that musty ass convention center floor. y’all ain’t gonna gaslight me w that!!! i literally could give you a police sketch description of them if i had to💀

i feel bad for ppl that had bad experiences when they pay for it (and i know he made BANDS on those cons. like a ridiculous amount) bc clearly it means more to them than it did for me but in regards to like in public or on the street meeting him and being upset - yall gotta realize that ppl don’t you shit just bc of what they do for a living. i’d be too embarrassed to go up to someone and be like “yeo love your work” while they’re just trying to get from point a to point b or eat dinner

re the reminder that he’s just a south london dude:

there is a type!!!! they all act the same as someone who’s dated 3 of them (i have no self control and clearly do not learn from my own horror stories) they have the same attitude, ego, mindset, etc. and i have come to the conclusion that if i actually knew him irl id probably hate him or try to argue with him for fun because of it. i live to humble men and at the end of the day he is just a man!!!! a man who is basically a glorified theatre kid when you think about it

re: https://www.tumblr.com/peppermintbuttlemon/741588680956952576/httpswwwtumblrcompeppermintbuttlemon74157782

can say i do not recall what he smells like but my friend always says he looks damp so we do call him a name about it (i don’t wanna add just in case someone on twitter recognizes that it’s me lmao)

DAMP 💀💀💀😂😂 oh my god I love it!!

So what’s the south London guy thing? What are the symptoms of this disease? 😂

[selamat-linting]

my friend offered me to accompany them on their friend group outing thing. theyre all having a jam session in a proper music studio. i dont know any of their friend group guys (one of them was an old acquaintance in middle school), but i dont have anything better to do that night so i just say yes. after the short jamming session, we watched a horror movie in my friend's house. the movie was satan's slaves : communion. a sequel of a remake of a local horror movie.

god, the movie made me realize how much watching english speaking horror movies had turn me into a softie. i cant believe i turned away from the gory elevator murder scene. i even hugged my friend in fear! oh this is so unbecoming of me. oh god that was not fun at all. that was scary! but it was also awesome. like, fuck that was great. its been a while i got properly spooked and its super fun. i need to watch intense horror movies again, not just because its fun, but because i need to up my tolerance to gory shit again.

overall, this outing has been a mixed bag. the movie was fun, but im suspecting that one of the guys from that friend group is a crypto-fascist. and he's already rubbing off on them. i dont know them well, like this is the first time i actually work on remembering their names and faces, so i might be wrong but. yeah, the warning signs are there. what kind of weirdo would point out some random racial minority on the street to their friends like its some kind of spectacle? my friend and their partner are way too spineless they might as well be just like them if they let behaviors like that slide on a daily basis. i almost got into a nasty argument several times that night. geez.

i'll meet up with them one more time just in case one of them actually has a chance to be radicalized in a more revolutionary manner. but i dont have my hopes up. it was a friend group that had stood the test of time and i was only an intruder who just met them all together. oh man, they all might have crossed through the fascist line already. why did my friend hang out with them? sigh, this is the worst part of organizing. making sure if your new acquaintances are just folks who need to unlearn reactionary junk using theory and praxis or if theyre full blown fascists who already set up their irl environment and online spaces to reinfornce that belief. if i have my friend backing me up i could try to mitigate the damage even if i found out two out of three of them are professed fash, but i dont have that kind of support or social capital. also, i still have self respect. im not befriending a man who would throw microagressions at me, even if my nonbinary bestie thinks he's tolerable. im afraid you need to be more assertive, buddy.

god, those guys are probably cowards anyway. my friend say they all hung out at their house and they all bond over tiktok memes and video games like genshit midpact. i know i say shit about friend groups who made shopping and drinking coffee as their main bonding activity, but thats a lot better than getting cooped up on the online space. i dont even see any of them smoking or vaping. the way the shittiest of them crumple into 'heyy im joking' once i started to speak about how fucked up what theyre saying is? yeah, they wont survive a police questioning. literally the basic skill of all leftists, keeping your head cool when the pigs try to talk to you. and he dont seem to have the backbone necessary to learn. look, if you cant even be defensive in the proper way when a stranger intrude on your friend group and say that they think your words are creepy, you dont have it. even if youre some kind of wisecracking gigachad.

funny how fascists tend to be relatively inexperienced with fighting brutality when theyre the ones boasting over strength and power. like, whatever man, i dont see them actively ramming down a police brigade or throwing back tear gas. its always someone walking alone with no backup. if there's any win with a mass of people, they do it with surprise tactics and more funding, not raw strength or ingenuity. not to glorify fighting and martyrdom, but fascists already lost at the things theyre bragging over.