#if they removed that feature thats. so fucked up. like why.

[rouge-the-bat]

.....does tumblr not let you rearrange the order of your sideblogs anymore?

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[blkkizzat]

It's sheet changing day and is this adulthood? Being excited by getting to change your sheets? Thinking of the jjk men sleeping in your bed for a week straight and finding out your little cleaning quirks.

Gojo, when he finds out you do your dishes by hand instead of using the dishwasher cause you don't trust it. At first he's exasperated cause why are you over there cleaning when you could be in his arms. Then he kinda likes it and starts doing the dishes with you cause he's needy and likes being in your space.

Geto, when he finds out you clean your own tub instead of hiring a maid. You make more than enough to hire one at least once a week. Why do something so demeaning. But he gets to stare at your ass while you do it. So who is he to complain?

Nanami finding out you change your sheets every 2-3 days. He's confused cause didn't you just change your sheets on Monday? It's only Wednesday. And you're so diligent about it. He thinks at first it's him. That you're uncomfortable sharing your space but he soon learns you just like the feeling of clean sheets fresh after a shower. Especially on days where you shave.

- 🧠

🧠 nonnyyyyy seeing u is always a treat babe 🥹🥹

EDUIHFIAHDSFKUHSD omg the situation with gojo is definitely me because the dishwasher is to SANITIZE not to clean!!!!! it irks the essence of my soul when food clumps be left on plates and shit going in there because theres always specs of it still on. LOL i was about to say if this man isnt doing dishes right next to me theres going to be problems djhkskfhds.

Geto, LOL nah I'm with him I hate bathroom cleaning so I'd definitely hire a maid (tbh id get one now but i also feel its a waste of money when i could just stop being lazy fdhfkdjhfdsj) but if he was paying for it then FUCK YESSS! LOL I'll bend over for him in the bedroom while the maid cleans the tub fjhdksbfjskhfas.

ooh the Nanami one, ideally I'd like to do this too at least twice a week but it ends up being a week because im lazy djkhsfkjfhsd.

hmmm lemme seee....

Toji would definitely have trouble with the no outside shoes on in the house. Even though its common in Japan not to bring outside shoes into the house (every entrance to a home/apt usually having some enclave/foyer to put them) since he'd live alone after his wife he just kinda stopped caring and walked around inside with them, not kicking them off until he was on the sofa. LMFAO you definitely would have to nag him a few times before it sunk in. And he'd NEVER tell you but he thinks the fuzzy matching slippers you for the both of you are super cute.

True form Sukuna doesn't wear shoes so you wouldn't have to worry about him not wearing them in the house but thats the thing, he ain't wearing slippers neither. you cringe when your plush cream moroccan rug is quickly turned a greyish brown from the grime on his feet. his answer to that though is to destroy it entirely saying you wont need the rug nor your silly little apartment because its time for you to move into his palace. in fact, he doesnt even tell you this, he just destroys it and snatches you away... you'd figure it out eventually lol.

Choso is an angel. Yet he has alot of trouble with the no outside clothes on the bed rule. When he gets home late from fighting curses he wants nothing more than to dive into bed with you. But ick! He needs to remove his clothes and take a bath first. You help him out by making sure there is always one hot and ready for when he gets home. And he is so eager to peel off all his clothes and relax with you in the tub. (lol fun fact i didnt know until i studied abroad there that since the japanese technically wash with soap etc, before they get into the bath and the bath is for soaking, that in lots of homes they typically dont dump the bath water until after a few uses. this also was a water conservation tactic back from wwii that just stuck. so because of that most of their bathtubs have a warming feature. so it really would be easy to keep a bath warm for someone until they got home. also omg imagine just being able to sit in there forever too cause the tub keeps the water warm djhksdsdjvsd, i miss those japanese tubs mannnn)

xoxo!

[mayzingly]

all the s2 ep3 parts ruined with yapping

!!SPOILERS, IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED ANY OF THEM GO WATCH THEM!!

I haven’t seen an episode be split up in parts since s1 ep10, so either Brittany decided to do it in parts instead of all at once because she knew we would complain about it literally being three months since the last one, or THEYRE COOKING

^^^^^^^^

so the episode starts with them walking on a path, which means im allowed to assume that Pyrare and Ajacenus went in the forest and then got ajavex from somewhere.

first thing I notice right off the bat is how enthusiastic they are about beating their sister up😭😭 like y’all are forgetting that whatever injuries ajaceare gets, ajacent has to deal with. they just don’t fade once she becomes uncorrupted, do they

that’s all I had to say about the first part, since it was surprisingly more boring than I remember

^^^^^^^^

this is my favorite out of the prevs.

the episode starts with ajaceare running like she just got 500$ from her mom and was told she could spend it on anything. dub then asks her how collecting pieces has been going. she pulls out a BIG ASS BAG. if im correct there are 20 artists featured in jsab minus the ones that already gave their pieces and some of them are one timers (avenza, pegboard nerds (iirc), plesco, silva hound, nanobii, TECHNICALLY omnitica, etc etc) so like where did she get all them pieces???

there are multiple theories about who those people could be, but I choose to believe theyre 2/5 out of Shirobon because

THATS A TAIL. AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAS A TAIL? A FOX. AND YOU KNOW WHATS A SONG BY SHIROBON IN JSAB? FOX!!! TOTES DIDNT RUN ON ONE HOUR OF SLEEP LAST NIGHT😃😃😃😃

also, I hope this is just a transition because OTHERWISE HOW DID SHE NOT NOTICE THEM.

one sentence to describe this episode: tri-py.

anyways, onto the next one. you better get your popcorn ready cause im about to RANT.

*cracks knuckles*

and OF COURSE SHES ON A TREE.

why is literally every monster either corrupted or a pacifist in tpc. like YALL GOT FIGHTING SKILLS, USE EM “don’t you know we monsters never attack shapes??” That’s only for YOU, your SAILOR MOON HAVING ASS HAIR LOOKING ELDER SISTER, and “SAILOR MOON”’S BITCHASS BARRACUDA HAVING FRIEND.

girl. im sorry but if I was a monster id be throwing these hands left and right.

“How could you have gotten corrupted like this?” gee idk, maybe a corrupted person touched her!??? Shocking wow “You’re supposed to stay in the mountains like the rest of us!!” bro shes 1000, im pretty sure shes able to not be huddled under u all the time.

“Now give me your pieces!!”

again, this makes

NO.

FUCKING.

SENSE!!!

IF SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT PYRARE, SHE WOULDVE SAID “Give me HIS pieces!” But instead shes saying “Your”.

I don’t know WHY the hell Ajacenus and ajavex would even have pieces, because it’s clear that they don’t have the triangle symbol like every other group member, but even if they did, IT WOULD BE INCOMPLETE BECAUSE AJACENUS IS SUPPOSED TO BE WICKED - AVENZA AND AJAVEX IS DEADLOCKED - F-777!!! SEE HOW ITS TWO DIFFERENT ARTISTS???

AND PLUS, EVEN IF SHE DID JUST MEAN PYRARE, HE WOULDNT HAVE A SINGLE PIECE BECAUSE THEY HAVENT GONE TO THE LAND OF TRIANGLES YET!!!

CAUSE I KNOW DAMN WELL SHE DIDNT FORGET TO ANIMATE THE HAIR DETAILS. I DONT GET WHY THEYRE LEFT OUT OF THIS, THEY COULDVE USED THE SHIELD FROM HER DRESS INSTEAD!!

PYRARE, MOVE!!! QUIT BEING LAZY!!! MOVE YOUR FACE!! DUMBAS-

AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CLAP. BRO.

BROOOO🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

one sentence to describe this episode: BRITTANY COOKED BUT NOBODYS HUNGRY🔥🔥

last and definitely least, is the 4th part. now, the whole video was a bossfight so I don’t have much to say except SHE GOT PUFF PONYTAILS YAAAAAAAAA

I hope she isn’t batshit ugly or I might just remove s2 ep3 part 5 from my consciousness once it comes out

…yeah I had to remove it from my consciousness because WTH is this

“What happened to me?” Girl do you have the big D? (dementia)

HAHAHHH THE STUPID FACE HE MADE IN THE HALLOWEEN SHORT IS BACK, only thing I’m happy about. However…

“It isnt right for a male to hit a female” dude sybau. you throw hands all you want if you feel provoked. pussy.

anyways, onto dub. his section was the only entertaining part. Seeing him tweak like that genuinely made me go “😧” IRL

“Which caretaker is it!? I swear if it’s the anxious one…” made me BUST OUT laughing. Though I do wonder what he would’ve done if the flower lied to him and said it was “the anxious one” who I’m assuming is cube.

“So you decided to come out of retirement?” im curious about this, because… how does he even go into retirement in the first place?

though, I’m gonna talk about three things here.

1. I think (Altered) finally gives us an answer to what Circusic meant in episode 2. “The same way you are!” So we all saw him get revived by the reaper and turn into circubit, so when he says that I can only guess that Iris got revived that same way. You get revived, but with some perks, aka ALTERATIONS.

2. Every flower is infected? That means George is probably back.

3. Circusic is infected??? Either he doesn’t know that hes uncorrupted; or HES BAAAACK!!!!

[toothlespoggers]

HOLD ON A FUCKING SECOND. WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE. HOW DID NO ONE MENTION OR NOTICE THIS BEFORE? I just got one of the fangamer undertale sticker sheets and discovered…

MEMORY HEAD, THATS A FUCKING SKELETON FACE.

ITS A FUCKING SKELETON

GUYS. WHY HAVENT I SEEN PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THIS? THIS CAN BE CHOCKED UP TO “oh well there’s a lot of inaccuracies on the stickers that relate to the artstyle and creative freedom given to the artist who made them.” BUT YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.

TOBY.

GAVE IT THE GO AHEAD

HE WOULD HAVE HAD TO APPROVE OF IT FOR IT TO EXIST.

These are NOT the same features. This was INTENTIONAL. They didn’t copy the sprite and make it cutsy. They intentionally switched features around and gave it the appearance of a skeleton. Toby knows how to indicate a skeletal structure in sprites, this was not done in the memory head sprite. HOWEVER.

IT IS DONE. IN THIS STICKER.

WE KNOW TOBY LIKES HIDING LORE IN PLACES, AND I KNOW MERCH ISNT CANON. IM NOT SAYING IT IS.

BUT

HE HAS CONSISTENTLY USED “NON CANON” MATERIAL TO HINT TOWARDS LORE IN THE PAST.

take the tweets for example. Not canon. But he uses them. Spamton sweepstakes, not canon. But he used them. MERCH. Not canon. BUT HE USES THEM.

Toby cares enough about the integrity of his game to remove frisks name from all the merch to avoid spoiling people, (despite the fact anyone buying undertale merch probably already knows) so why, would he allow this to happen. IF IT WASNT ACCURATE ENOUGH FOR HIM TO ALLOW IT.

and ONTOP OF ALL THAT.

Why choose memory head as a sticker? Why make merch of it at all? Out of all the amalgamates, why choose that one? You could’ve made a sticker of another character, there’s definitely enough to go around. More than what’s displayed in the stickers.

but memory head. Was chosen. AND UNLIKE ALL THE OTHER STICKERS WHERE THEY FOLLOW THE SPRITES OR REFERENCE THE EXISTING CANON BEHIND THE CHARACTER (aside from a few miscolouration examples, like mad dummy being red instead of tan and Froggit being green instead of white)

we know toby likes to acknowledge the fandom, he’s written Papyrus practically swearing on the inside of the “cool dude” shirt that I haven’t seen anyone talk about yet.

(it literally has him saying “FUNK!” Angrily, as if to imply swearing.)

I’m just saying guys.. we have fresh meat I haven’t seen anyone address yet…

[fixfoxnox]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm what would you say to writing some kinda soaproach thing where they have a little fun (👀) while fantasizing about Ghost together (im def not that anon who mentioned being obsessed with soaproach hahaha why would you think that (im lying to you it's me))

I didn't know of you wanted this in like a certain AU or with like all three of them already together or not so I kinda just threw some things at a wall and this is what came out sbdnnd

Fantasies (NSFW) (Soap/Roach)

Description: Soap and Roach fantasize about Ghost together (featuring pre-established Soap/Roach)

Warnings: Smut, implied voyeurism, semi-public sex, slight angst

Roach's back hit the wall harshly, his head was only stopped from banging against the hard concrete by a hand buried in his hair. He felt so delightfully overwhelmed, a thigh slotting itself between his legs and rubbing up against him so temptingly.

He couldn't help but grind against the hard muscle of the thigh, his resulting whimper muffled against the mouth pressed messily against his own. A hand grabbed at his hips, rolling him down to grind against that hard thigh again, pulling another whimper from his throat.

The man pressed against him pulled away just slightly, just enough that he could practically growl out, "C'mon, Bug, take what you need, eh? Ride my thigh sweet boy."

"John," Roach whined out. Whatever he was going to say afterward was cut off as the other man licked into his mouth, tilting his head back to force the kiss into something deeper. Roach could do nothing but take what Soap gave to him.

Soap yanked his hips against his thigh again, the friction to Roach's stiffening cock sent jolts of pleasure through his system. His mind was begging him for more and, with Soap already having given permission, Roach wasn't one to deny himself. He rolled his hips again, his moan lost to Soap's mouth still pressed messily against his own.

After a long moment of Roach grinding against Soap's leg and their mouths moving together in a fluid dance, Soap broke away. His mouth didn't fully leave, only changed its course as he pressed kisses against Roach's chin and began quickly trailing them down his neck, leaving hittle nips in his wake.

His thigh was removed from between Roach's legs and, in the next second, their clothed cocks were rutting against one another, sending pleasured moans from both of them. Roach tilted his head back, his mouth open wide at the feelings of pleasure that Soap was wracking from his body. "John," he whined again, his hands quickly slipping under the other man's shirt to feel around his hard chest. "Please, fuck, please."

"Please what, Bug?" Soap asked, his voice just a tinge harsher than what Roach was used to. It pulled a low moan from his throat, much to his embarrassment. Who'd have known that he enjoyed his boyfriend being a bit pissy at him, not that he particularly liked that Soap was upset with him.

"Please," Roach muttered desperately, his hands moving down to tug at the waistband of the man's jeans, "Want you."

"You sure?" Soap was quick to shoot back, his voice low, "Sure you don't want Ghost? Hmm?"

Roach froze, anxiety creeping up his throat and tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. "Thats," he started lowly, his voice quiet and shakey, "That's not fair."

Soap snorted, his mouth still fixed over the skin of Roach's neck, sucking marks there. "Fair," he muttered angrily, "My boyfriend has a crush on another man, but I'm unfair."

"I'm still in love with you," Roach shot back quietly, his hands slowly trailing up to grip at Soap's shoulders. "I love you, I just," he hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry." He pushed at Soap's shoulders, forcing the other man away from him. He could feel burning hot shame creep up to his cheeks. He should have known better than to bring this up to Soap. He should have known better.

He'd thought though that Soap might understand. He'd hoped, foolishly, blinded by his own desires, that he'd seen the want in the other man too. So he'd written that stupid note to Soap and now here he was, likely on the brink of a ruined relationship with a man he loved all because he couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.

He pushed Soap away further, shoving himself off of the wall with tears forming in his eyes again. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought...I thought you wanted what I did." Roach shook his head, bringing a hand up to wipe at the tears in his eyes, "I love you."

"You thought I wanted what you did?" Soap questioned lowly, his eyes carefully watching Roach's face. Roach could see a twinge of guilt in his eyes and that only served to make him feel worse.

"Don't make me say it," Roach pleaded, trying to push past Soap. He was stopped with a hand on his arm, pulling him back and shoving him against the wall once again. He looked up, startled at the sudden move from Soap.

"Say it," Soap said easily. "What did you think I wanted?"

Roach bit his lip, turning his gaze away from Soap as shame once again burned at him, "I thought you wanted Ghost too," he muttered out, "I thought...I thought you'd want to bring him in to, well, to this." He motioned between them nervously, "to our relationship." He paused taking a deep breath before saying, "I understand though, okay, you're monogamous and I should have checked that-"

Roach was cut off as lips once again slammed back to his own, pulling him into a kiss that was far more passionate and excitable than anything had been between them moments before. Roach gasped into the kiss, the air from his lungs practically stolen by Soap as they pressed closer to one another.

Roach buried a hand in Soap's hair, tugging as the man began to speak through the constant press of their lips together. "Fuck, Bug," his words sent a pleasant vibration through Roach's chest, "You've got to...got to get better at...explaining things," he pressed closer then, biting into Roach's bottom lip before finally saying, "I fucking thought you wanted to leave me for him."

Roach gasped in horror against the other man's mouth, shaking his head as best he could. Little whimpers escaped his throat as Soap began grinding against him again, "No, never."

The feel of his jeans was becoming uncomfortable against his hard cock. The feeling of Soap rutting up against him was both too much and not enough. He needed to feel the other man against him, he wanted to press them close and take his pleasure from the other man in whatever way Soap saw fit. His hands trailed back down to Soap's jeans, unbuttoning them and quickly pulling the zipper down.

His hand immediately moved into Soap's underwear, palming his cock the best he could through the fabric still covering him. It seemed to do enough based on the loud moan that was ripped from Soap's mouth. The other man pulled away from his lips to tilt his head down against his shoulder. Panted breaths left his throat as his hips gave little jerks into the hands pressed against him.

"God, fuck, Bug," Soap's voice was still that low timber, the one that had Roach shivering and responding with a desperate whimper. "Fuck, so good. Is this," he hesitated for a moment before, "Is this what you want to do to Ghost, hmm? Wanna stroke his cock and try to make a mess of him?"

Roach tilted his head back with a gasp, his hands desperately pulling at the top of Soap's pants to pull them down just below his length. "Yes," he called shakily, his hand beginning a slow stroke up and down his boyfriends cock, "Want him. Want you."

Soap responded with a moaned out chuckle, his hands sliding under Roach's shirt to play with his nipples, "Think he'd be nice to you?" Soap's breathing was growing heavier and a bit of pre-cum escaped the tip of his cock, "Or do you think he'll just shove your face into the pillows and use that pretty little hole of yours?"

Roach gave long moan in response to the idea. Fuck, he could see it so clearly, Ghost manhandling him down onto the bed, using his strength to hold him there while he fucked him. There would be no care for his own pleasure, only Ghosts desire to get himself off. Roach would be nothing more than a toy for him.

"Oh? Like that do you?" Soap's voice was mischevious, "Maybe I'll fuck you first, huh? Force you to take my cock and abuse that tight heat until I've finished, then Ghost can have you. You want that?"

Roach gave a small roll of his hips, desperation filling him as he grew harder and harder, the pressure with no relief almost uncomfortable. Soap's fingers flicking and teasing at his nipples certainly didn't help him. "Yes," he managed to breath out lowly. He knew Soap heard him based on the way that he began to move his hips, fucking into his hand.

"Gonna be our little toy, aren't you? Just a warm hole for us to fuck." His hands moved away from Roach's chest, quickly moving down to begin undoing his pants. Roach gave a relieved whine when his pants were finally undone and, a moment later, his cock was freed from his underwear. Soap was quick to bat his hand away from his cock then, slotting them together and wrapping one of his large hands around both of their lengths.

"Fuck," Roach's head tilted back, banging into the wall behind him with a thud.

"Careful now," Soap responded with a chuckle. His hand began to slowly stroke up and down their cocks, pressing them together deliciously. Shocks of pleasure darted through Roach's system, dousing him with a haze that soon clouded his mind. He could only think of the hand around his cock, the man pressed against him, and Ghost. "Think he's big?" Soap teased further, "I bet he'd stretch you open good. Might even let him fuck me open. I'd let you watch, of course."

Roach moaned again at the mental image of watching Ghost fuck into his boyfriend, wringing all sorts of sounds from his throat as his cock would pound in and out of him. "You'd end up begging," Roach chimed teasingly, a whine leaving his throat at one particularly hard twist of Soap's hand. If the other man kept that up, he wasn't going to last long.

"Think so?" Soap asked with a groan, "Fuck, I bet he could make both of us beg for it." He gave a grunt, his hand picking up speed. Roach grabbed tight to his shoulders at the almost overwhelming feeling of pleasure. He could tell that Soap was getting closer. "Fuck, maybe he'll want to watch," he muttered out, his voice high.

"Give us directions," Roach agreed. His legs were beginning to shake with the pleasure that Soap was wringing from him. The dirty thoughts shared between them only seemed to add to the intensity. "He'll, oh god, John! Fuck, he'll make me suck your cock, take you all the way down my throat." Soap moaned against his shoulder so Roach continued. "He'd tell you to fuck me, to bend me over that table in our room and take me until I'm, oh god, until I'm crying for you."

"Fuck," Soap's voice came out harsher, his hips began to stutter, "Fuck you'd look so pretty Bug, so fucking pretty."

"He'd make me suck his cock then," Roach continued, bringing one of his hands down to join Soap's against their heated skin. A high whine left his throat, "Then he'd bend you over that same table and, oh god, fuck you until you're crying."

That seemed to be all it took for Soap and, in the next moment, his hips were jerking forward and his cock was twitching, spilling his cum onto the bottom of Roach's shirt and his still hard cock. Roach gave a groan at the feeling, still stroking at both of them in hopes of reaching his end. "Fuck, John, please!"

Soap groaned against him, his hand batting Roach's away so that he could pull his own cock away. Roach whined at the sudden absence, but couldn't complain when, a moment later, Soap had his hand right back around him.

Soap set a harsh pace, his own spend creating a smooth slide of his hand over Roach's cock. Roach could do nothing but grab on to his shoulders and take the quick pleasure that was being pulled from his body. "So pretty like this, Bug," Soap muttered into his ear, pressing sweet kisses and nips to the skin around it. "Fuck, my perfect little toy aren't you? Just made for me."

"Yes, yes," Roach could only whimper out in response, his eyes rolling back as Soap worked him closer and closer to the edge.

"Wanna be Ghost's little fuck toy too? Wanna take his cock like a good boy?" Roach could only nod, too far gone to be able to reasonably form words. His legs tensed and his cock twitched in Soap's grip, he wouldn't need much more to finish him off. "I should have known you'd like that, such a fucking cock-slut, you don't even care where its coming from, do you? Just as long as someone fills you up."

The words were harsh and mean and exactly what Roach needed to finally finish. White hot pleasure seared through his body as he came, his spend decorating Soap's hand and shirt. A strong moan was pulled from his throat and his hands dug in harshly to Soap's shoulders, trying hard to keep from collapsing as he began to come down. Soap's hand was still working his cock and he soon had to weakly push the man's hand away, overstimulation burning at him.

The two men took several moments to catch their breath, lazy kisses pressed between them. "We," Soap pressed another kiss to him, "need to change and get back to the meeting."

"They're all going to know what we did," Roach muttered back, embarrassment burning at his face.

"Let them," Soap responded simply, "Maybe it will tempt Ghost into following us next time, hmm? Might be the perfect way to ask him to join us."

Roach couldn't help but chuckle against Soap's mouth, his hands tugging the man ever closer, "Only you would want to invite him into our relationship through sex."

"There is no better way," Soap responded with a chuckle of his own before pressing closer to Roach, "And I am very tempted to watch him fuck you into the bed."

Roach gave a short groan before pushing the man away from him, "No more of that right now. We're already going to be in trouble for ducking out, we don't need to miss the whole meeting."

Soap gave a disappointed sigh but listened to his words and started to clean himself up. He hissed at the feeling as he tucked his cock back into his underwear and did his pants back up. Roach did the same a moment later and soon the two were giving each other a few last kisses.

"Alright," Soap pulled away and quickly made his way to the door of the conference room he'd locked them in, Roach followed behind. "Back to the room then the meeting. Ready?"

Roach nodded and, with one last quick kiss to his lips, Soap was pulling open the door and beginning out casually. Roach went to follow him only for the both of them to freeze, red slowly seeping over their faces as they registered the man leaning on the wall across from them.

"Sir," Roach started, his voice breaking just a bit in the middle. He didn't get to finish.

"Have fun?" Ghosts voice was low and taunting, "From the sound of it and the looks of you, I'll say you did." He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way toward them leering over the two for a moment, "Go clean yourselves up. You'll report to me after the meeting so we can deal with this little...issue."

With that, the man turned away and started down the hallway, leaving Roach and Soap alone to stare after him, a mix of lust and fear in their gazes. They knew they were fucked.

[dots-and-loops]

hello so apparently you can pin posts so I will use this power the best way i can, best hyperpop albums !!

warning: leftist wall of text about music, enjoy reading c:

fishmonger is a must no matter what you listen to, best hyperpop album out there. so much different genre mixings, so many creative ideas, so much oomfh in a single god damn album while still sounding really good. there is no bad song in this album yet there is so many elements from different genres. listen to it! its good really good it has alt/indie rock elements to it :D

jane remover is an artist who boggles my mind because the fella wasnt even 18 when she created the album that has shaped the hyperpop realm since the day it was posted, having effects to the genre to this day. album influenced the genre and i am sure of it! while some of the songs were removed from the album it is insanely fun and unique 4 songs to listen to.

apparently white tiger is digicore but it’s basically the same genre. smooth album, taking inspiration from others while still keeping it fresh and original with various cool and unique ideas. executed well and the songs transition very well, never felt like the song was forced into the album. definitely listen, this more experimental one. while the last 2 were more mainstream in the genre (that means if you listen to hyperpop you know these albums) this one not so much, but the internet sweaty nerds who listen to sematary and dg love 2hollis for some reason

sidenote: 2hollis’ new album “2” goes also extremely hard so listen to that too, even tho its more electropop

sidesidenote: i am pulling these genres from rym i dont differentiate the genres that much.

while frost children’s album “spiral” i didnt enjoy that much this one i enjoyed a lot. definite improvement can be seen. up there with fishmonger as one of the best imo, the beats of this song are impeccable. the lyrics are a point where they can improve but MAN, i can let that slide with the beats. they go hard. transitions between songs are also insanely well executed and make me tingle every time c:

very fun album, consistently high energy from start all the way till the end. all 3 six impala’s songs are very very good. hell, earwax imo is even better than wflytd. but this i would recommend listening to more, because this has everything and it has the everything in extreme quantities. have fun fucks

bit of a wild pick, since twikipedia previously made pretty generic hyperpop, but this album for some weird reason stuck to me. yeah the lyrics can be a bit lacking at some points and not all the features were,,, good. but something about this album is just, good. the beats are solid and unique even when inspired and i dont care about the lyrics when your singing voice is as good as theirs. the singing just somehow fits the music so well. it’s not what i have is so god damn underrated its borderline criminal, the song goes HARD. the buildup, delivery and the ending are just amazing. might be a bit different from previous albums but it’s a good listen. mark my words, in a few years time twiki will make an album up there with the best. but rn imo twiki needs more experience, few more albums and they are golden

honorable mention: food house - food house, SUMMER03 - midwxst, cypress grove - glaive.

sidesidesidenote: you have listened to (or at least have heard of) 100 gecs, i dont feel the need to add them here since the its pretty self explanatory. i will say that 1000 gecs was ass and 10000 gecs was miles better. sue me.

thats it, if i missed a good album then reblog or add a # or smth idfk i came here from reddit. soryy for broken english at some parts, i can use fancy dancy words all i want but english is not my first language and sentences can be confusing and broken sometimes :p. if you reached this far, first of all why and thanks for bearing my infodump, i like the silly beats music. i dont even care if you actually listen to them or not i just like talking about the albums :)

september 2023 update: frailty jane remover was an album i completely missed lmao ! listen to that too :D

after making this list i got informed about the artist duo black dresses, they are slaying hard their music bangs.

some more good albums/ep’s: recovery girl, despite everything it’s still user, I know theres something left for you

october 2023 update: listen to wallsocket listen to wallsocket listen to wallsocket listen to wallsocket listen to wallsocket

[aureliacetinn]

gerodi la forge differently designed

(image desiption

Gerodi la forge without vizor eyes unfocused going in slightly different direction, wearing his yellow uniform standing stoic but proud, the spectrum the vizor lets him see from (or should only read thread as to why I think that) it refracting of his face as the effects  surrounded him a lil like he being beamed up to a ship.)

Embrace the spectrum of blind/V.I eyes artists!, embrace the nuance of disabilities people!

Gerodi la forge is a complicated representation for the blind/chronic pain  community though probably more positive than most but still falling under the technology ruining the nuance of disability.

So I wanted to draw him and show a more accurate(imo) portrayal of his eyes without the visor to 1 cuz white clear eyes trope annoys me

2 to not want to hide blind person eyes as media often tends to do (minus sunglasses needed for blind actor due to sensitivities)

3 cuz they cause pain and so he should have them off more often.

to note a lot of what im going to say is written way better an documented better by janet jay a lot of my sources are from here amazing piece on gerodi you should read: https://www.janetjay.com/what-star-trek-got-wrong-about-geordis-disabilities/ also if you in blind community are fine with his eyes portrayed as more cataract, that’s valid too.

So gerodi la forge for me as a avid star trek fan was important, hey I can exist if he can he not been erased!  Buuuuuuuut,

 it did urk me that 1 he was kinda a lil nerdy creep trope that never got a gf which levar burton himself has called out as racism from the shows writers (sources at bottom of thread) id also argue ableism also and many able bodied people treat disabled people as sexless.

 but also that he never got to be disabled really, he suffered from chronic pain form the vizor but kept choosing to not take pain pills or treatment, which you know that’s some inner ableism right there I did to myself as a teen, and I kinda think gerodi reinforced it a lil in me,

“look where he is, he deals with the pain he never shows it”

Not a great message really, gerodi never is allowed to show the struggle they choose that the vizor existing was enough, and yes we got that amasing ep where he didn’t want to be fixed, but that would then be countered by never showing the struggle. Women at warp did a great ep where on disability karrisa mehr calling gerodi a disabled version of a “manic pixie dream girl” feels very apt.

Never allowed to complain just be quirky gerodi.

And on to the vizor

The vizor is complicated , it apparently let him  see much of the EM spectrum", ranging from simple heat and infrared through radio waves” now I personally am all for mobility aids that have cool attachments but it’s a delicate balance of unique features and fixing and or making them more powerful than able bodied colleague-cuz thats fixing, and I feel gerodi with how show wrote it and portrayed him it was a magic fix more than an aid, why I chose to only show the thermal spectrum in image, instead of how it apparently can see everything more than human eyes can anyway which yeh defeat aid purpose.

image of vizor silver sem ring over eye with gold lines across not fullyblcokign vision 0

and it gave him chronic pain, they choose this as a balancer, okay…but then never portrayed it just did to show how gerodi overcame his disabilities and gets on with it like a good soldier. So yeh im mixed on it. They made great use in ep when it was hacked by cardassians this is the cool thing you can do with mobility aids (unless you just destroy them, fuck you then) and that was interesting for the time, but um then in he insolence of office the ebook gerodi forced to have his vizor REMOVED so he can stay in star fleet as its now a security risk- NOT OKAy you could have just had a redesign or a arc of gerodi having to fight for it if you must but no , brain surgery remove this part of you!!

(gif desicription men seeing tea they drink is funky to show how gross what they did to gerodi waas)

so yeh my ending take is gerodi is complicated overall that’s still a positive over most disabled rep in sci-fi but many mistakes were made and some part of gerodi was harmful and picard sure as hell didn’t address that. They show his eyes now but its still the white cloudy trope and knowing its for awful reasons kidna ruins that. So I hope my art here just shows his potential and blind eyes diversity, but opens up discussions in not fixing and overcoming can be toxic and that

pain is part of a disability its part of the rep and it sucks

this is very important to remember when depicting disability that there’s nuance guys.

Thank you

Levar burton on gerodi: https://boundingintocomics.com/2021/12/15/star-trek-the-next-generation-star-levar-burton-says-geordi-laforge-never-finding-love-was-racist-those-white-men-who-wrote-the-show-had-an-unconscious-bias-that-was-on-display-to-me-and-to/

[bi-polar-geminii]

i don’t mean what i’m saying with malice, however, can you please stop putting all your inbox asks regarding the issue of listener designs on the main tag. i understand you want people to know about this issue (if this is your intention), but all you’re doing is making the artists who draw as a hobby feel bad, and just adding negativity to the main tag. i understand how it feels to not see yourself represented, but that’s where you come in. for those wanting rep, you can either draw it yourself or if you can’t draw it and are so adamant on wanting rep, commission and support an artist! consistently complaining won’t get anything done but draw artists away from the fandom itself and make art we see for these characters we all love become sparse and less.

additionally, listeners, at the end of the day, are us. if an artist is an afab female, chances are that listener will also be an afab female. some artists may not draw pocs not because they just don’t want to, but because they aren’t well-versed in depicting their features and don’t want to do it an injustice. there’s no need to rush to the worst possible and negative explanation. i have never seen myself represented in a single piece of redacted fanart, however i know better than to just nonsensically complain about it — because complaining won’t get anything done (it’ll only do more harm if anything).

thank you for making your points known, and i hope what i’m saying comes across to you as i intended it to

Out of respect, I did remove the unnecessary posts from the tags bc they did clog up the main tag (my bad, but also if its that bothersome, you can literally scroll past it, your not obligated to read everything)

I’m not slamming anyone or shaming people, that was never the intention here. It was to make light on how some artists choose to make characters (not self inserts) white simply bc of mainstream/kinda racist ideas that characters in media can only be portrayed as white to be popular or liked bc of white beauty standards. I want people to reflect and think about that, but I never said ppl *couldn’t* make them white or afab. Im not trying to gatekeep or force people to suddenly get rid of all their white characters just bc i said there isn’t enough representation

Also *I do* have characters for fandom rep, I have lots of them. The only reason why I don’t post them is because they aren’t finished yet. But what’s wrong with having an opinion on something? You have to admit, people wouldn’t be in my inbox telling that *I* have to create the representation needed and that my opinion is hurting everyone’s feelings if I was a white creator. Just think about that

Also im sorry but the whole “some ppl dont draw poc characters cause they dont know how to!” is an argument thats just very fucking tiring to hear. It truly isn’t that hard, like im being serious. There are *a lot* of free recourses out there to learn if your super keen on learning how to draw the different ethnic facial features. But if you wanna create a black/brown person for example, this is what you do; draw the character, make their skin color a darker brown. Congratulations! You’ve made a poc character! Ladies and gentlemen its really not that difficult, if your not willing to challenge yourself on how to draw different types of people or your too scared to- its gonna stunt your growth as an artist

This was the first time I opened up about an opinion I had seeing in this fandom, so idk what you mean by ‘consistently complaining’ when this whole situation has only happened once (for me)

[caleanamajored]

Skincare. Haircare. Nailcare. Low cal. Glow up. Self tan. Teeth whitening. Body hair removal. Contour makeup everyday. Is it not enough to just get up in the fucking morning? Who has time to give a shit if they have face pores or not? If i could make one change to the algorithmic internet, itd be to banish "self care" from my fucking feed. Im sick of the subtle body checks, of the subtle flexing of money and free time. I dont give a flying. Fuck. If it takes you 8 hours to take care of your glossy blonde hair. My hair is on my fucking head and thats good enough. Like im for real actually fucking sick of it. If you have 2 hours a day to make sure you look airbrushed for the ppl at the grocery store, great. Thats great. Thats so great for you. Nobody gives a fuck. I wish i could see human beings on the internet with skin texture, scars, round cheeks, lumpy chins, thin eyebrows, round noses, non-symmetrical features. And i wish those ppl werent lauded for being inspirations for DARING to show their acne, their lumpy fat bodies. I feel like if i were to post a picture of myself where i thought i looked nice someone would thank me for representing "the girlies with the square stomachs". Im not trying to represent shit. Im not trying to be brave. Im not even trying to reclaim my own body. I just exist without shame for not giving a fuck. Why should i have to give a fuck? Who am i impressing? The only ppl who care are ppl who would never admit to looking down on people who dont care. Id like to say im proud to be a no bra fatso walmart dweller, but im not. I dont have to be proud or shameful. I dont give a fuck!!!!!!!

[iamshay]

You know who you are; I will air it out. Take your fake apology out of here. You suck up just getting more special treatment, and thats why you are so defensive about it. am just going call it for what it is. So take that block and unfollow your fake. Anyone I remove, that means I have seen your true color.

I said what I had to say in my post. also about the favortism, and the power trip mods can suck it! Oh, wait, you already on that 🍆🙄

I quote this again. "Even though these individuals have always been featured, they still don't stand on their own. If, for any reason whatsoever, Rumble stops supporting them—like in the case of a disagreement or a change in Rumble's management. These people won't have the audience support necessary for any significant organic growth at Rumble." This quote someone told me, and I fucking agree." and they just a few more followers; without that, they're nobody, just like the rest of us in gaming. They all sucking up it because deep down they know!

When I had 100 people watching twice without getting featured, it was not so bad for someone to never get special treatment, all because of my own network around social media, by networking even if they were not talking, just because they felt threatened by what I was doing without anyone's help.

They were in my chat, accusing me of viewbotting and making themselves known in my chat as self-promoters, almost. I am not a person who got a husband as a coder that can be cable, know how to code fake views, or know how to manipulate viewers just like the rest of them. I don't do that sh*t. I already sent a screenshot that the YouTube community hates. Watch the stalkers. Even so, thanks for the views, losers. And me streaming sports for Rumble before my partner was out. It seems they felt jealous that I was a beam viewer while they were live. Without them getting featured, nobody has their own. and that fucking bothers them. People are more attuned to people with personalities, and not everyone always sucks up and talks rumble.

There is nothing wrong with that, but when the topic is always sucking up to rumble and people get turned off by that, I saw that on Kickass as well, where people always screw up and talk about cons too, just pros. People don't like fake personas. They like what the cons are. Every platform has its cons. Transparency is very important. They never come by my stream anyway. So fuck off. You are the fake one.

I make quality content talk about streaming around gaming. While they suck, the loser has to suck up to get treatment, then have organic growth and transparency. They will hunt anyone who is honest. Me being honest that more better then lie to rumble. Then they know what is bad and what is good. How suppose they do better and try not to know for that? You fake laugh and giggle; be fake as fuck. Platform needs honesty to do better than suck up and lie to them. They need full transparency so they know.

That makes me actually want Rumble to take over and do way better than other platforms. You are always hyped, even deep down. You know it's simply wrong, just because it will benefit you if you get a few more followers to actually show you all fucking about yourself. All you care about are followers and viewers. not the health of the platform and its integrity. since you put this fake ass persona lies hype shit that wrong. Get off your high horse and stop lying.

You do not give a sh*t about rumbling at all. All you care about is yourself because you are on the feature list, and whatever critics come to you, that cost of showing favottism to you because you never told them that is wrong. Maybe we should do that. You don't care about ethics or fairness. Or care about a small streamer like yourself? You just want all the shit for yourself. Good luck with that behavior; you wont go anywhere.

[pretty-little-martyr]

hi I'm sorry if this is. idk awkward but I saw your tags on that post about changing how people talk about getting gynecologic care and you might want to look into vaginismus. It's a condition that causes those muscles to tighten up often very painfully anytime any sort of penetration is attempted. Physical therapy, dilators and muscles relaxers can help but ofc its something that should be discussed with a doctor to make sure you're getting the correct treatment. ALSO! You can request laughing gas for pap smears and other invasive gyno procedures. It is something they do. Usually if you tell them any insertion at all is extremely painful it'll be offered but if not you can ask for it. Some places might be able to do full sedation but I think that'd just depend on the facilities since that would require an anesthesiologist as well

and also vaginismus is like extremely super common (iirc at least 20% of people with vaginas experience it at some point in their lives) the problem is just that nobody talks about it because well. Society. this is not something abnormal or wrong with you in a bad way, it's just a medical condition that you happen to have and need accommodations for. if that helps at all

hey thank you for reaching out fr, it's not weird at all! ive been trying to figure out if it's that or just general "pelvic floor problems" whatever that entails. im getting HRT/gender care from Planned Parenthood these days, and they have told me i would Have to get another exam/smear next year (which i am terrified about tbqh) and they've mentioned they'd give me something or other to help, probably laughing gas like you've said (which ive never actually had).

i did tell that gyno that i'd never put anything in me and that even tampons were horribly painful, and their reaction was to act like i was crazy and lying and that never happens to anybody lmao the woman literally stared at me as if she was waiting for me to say 'haha just kidding' and asked me like 3 times over if i was sure i was a virgin at my big age (21 at the time). even after i was crying and bleeding and having a panic attack they were incredibly apathetic towards me. so! yeah. to be quite honest i'm not interested in dilators or physical therapy--not to knock them, i just want my whole shit removed, so why put in that effort and (probably) gain new trauma from putting things in me, yknow? the mere concept kinda makes me ill. im considering looking into surgery sometime soon-ish. my family might lose their shit about it, but, i dont think they can stop me now that i live by myself, and unless their insurance blocks it, i should be good to go on that.

anyway. id be so down to get fully sedated for it. put me under for like 30 minutes to get all that shit done and i dont have to be present for it or acknowledge it at all thanks. also might help in general, if the muscle tightening is something semi-voluntary/if that even is my issue. ive also considered if i just have a very small hole. i think thats referred to as a neovagina? i dunno.

i really appreciate these asks <3 very kind of you and. somehow i did not really register the potential of asking a different doctor about their thoughts on it i guess ASDFGHJK i just sort of. the initial event was traumatizing enough i still sometimes have nightmares, which is super dope, and remembering it too hard makes me feel very violated, so really i try not to talk about it so much. i was super fucking stoned last night, is probably why i even left those tags jhgvbhnjkm.

tldr thank you for your kindness and i am really hoping my next exam will feature me either Unconscious or Off My Ass On Laughing Gas Or Something. if theres some chance i HAVE to keep my equipment rather than getting surgery i may genuinely look into therapies just for my own convenience but beyond that i just really ... really do not want any items up in there.

[melissa-titanium]

I M LITE RALY ; GOI NGTOC;RY O H MYGO D WAI TI NEED TO ANSPWER AL LOF THIS OHM YGOD OHM Y GOD OK WOKOK WAITIWAITIATW.

O M G OKWAIT WHATSSO FUNNY ABOUT TH PEACOCK TAIL IS THAT. Q. HIS SQUADMATE. I S BA SED OF FO F A PEA CO CK.

hes kind of a cunt <3 shes not even related to this but like. giggles

HIS WH ISKER S DO GLOQW THEY DO THEY DO !!!!!!! ESPECIALLY TH ONES ON THE TAIL TIP THE;Y GET LIKE S UUUUU PER BRIGHT; !!!!!!!

AND OM G YE S YSESYE SYESYE THE THETHETHE.REASON HE NEVER WEARS CLOTHES IS BECAUSE OF HEA;TREGULATION i straight up wrote an entire fic about his fucked up heat regulation acutally. something wrong with him. he only wears the coat around other drones because as feral as he is he has SOME sense of embarassment

Would you say his Sensor Crown is like broken glass? If he was just hot metallic sludge id imagine that caused the glass to melt and shit to be a little worse for wear. Is that the reason why his vision is so ass?

Y E./S .YES.SYE.SYE. OMG. HIS VISION IS LIKE. he is S U UUUU PER FAR SIGHTED. his true eyes were warped from the heat from how fast he fell towards the surface of c9, which is also why hes weirdly spiky everywhere GIGGL;ES. basically made him able to see like, MILES away but anything closer than 10 feet away from him is muddled as hell . its like pulling the edges of your eyes back....

Does he have a core similar to other DDs? Or did his get fucked up? (Asking cause he had that large hole in his chest)

HE;DOES HE DOES !!! PRE-REPAIR HIS CORE HAD MALFUNCTIONED DUE TO HARDWARE DAMAGE BUT HIS CORE HAD ALWAUS BEEN LIKE. A NORMAL DD CORE WITH THE FLESH BITS ON IT AND EVEYTHING :) after th repair tho enid COMPLETELY scrapes his core... which;

Also on that note, is he immune to Cyn? Enid is on her way to crazy town, but would the virus also jump to him too?

..MAKES HIM SAFE FROM CYN!!!!! he still overheats from his mechanical core but since enid scraped his core off of all the flesh/ "solver" parts, his core is basically just... okay wait. i see a wd core as a shitty 400 dollar laptop and a dd core as a super fucking powerful like 15k gaming pc but it has a virus & nonfunctional cooling systems. what enid did was just remove the virus (software) so his core is still that 15k gaming pc with hardware damage (cooling systems) but no more virus. so cyn CANT get him :)

When he gets new parts, do they end up melding on him during say one of his meltdowns? Did he have to functionally rewrite his own code to compensate for so much being missing? Or is it his dysfunctional code causing him to look so fucked in the first place?

YES YE SSYE YE S THATS EXACTL QHAT HAPPENS. HE BASICALLY RIPS HIS DAMAGED LIMB CASINGS OFF AND SLAPS REPLACEMENTS ON... theyre usually good for like. a Couple Days (first few days they rattle around because theyre not fully melded on, then they stick on and then if he keeps them on for too long without having oil he risks having them straight up just melt off his endoskeleton)

THAT IS WHAT ENID DID;!!!!!! his antivirus and bodily defense systems kept him from Completely fucking obliterating himself but because of his coding knowledge being so barebones the best he could do was teach himself how to reorient and attach spare parts . help .

Would you say he was a scavenger during those 5 years? If thats the case what skill sets does he have a larger advantage in than a regular DDs? Did he also hunt other DDs?

YE S Y ESYES SYEYES HEEEEEE TOOK IN ANY CORPSES HE COULD FIND AT ANY TI.ME ON HIS HUNTING TRIPS . he has a lot of like. area knowledge. a distinct feature of him is another reason he's named "the comet" -- he can fly around at mach speed. he's traveled EVERY single location on the planet and knows a good deal of where all the worker drone bunker locations are at. he also knows where all the spires are so when he needs he tends to pluck corpses from them . esp if they have oil

he also knows how to fight dirty. to answer your question YES he hunts other dds... the worker drone parts only really work for his upper arm and leg joints so he needed to learn how to hunt dds. a big thing he's learned about dds is they really like to toy with their food/enemies, and if they think they're about to kill you its a guarantee they won't notice a sneak attack because they get all smug about winning.

M's inverted crater-spire is like a fucking moth's lamp to all kinds of drones. it appears "abandoned," meaning that dds think there's no competition and wds think theres no danger for them to explore literal scrap heaven. it's literally on top of a mountain so its pretty hard to get to for wds so intruders tend to be dds, so he was able to more easily train himself to attack them.

dds tend to be calculated, more attuned to slower-moving prey's movements. they don't think about strength or strategy, only speed, not used to any differing task besides killing wds. M, however, is so wildly unpredictable, quick, and brutal with all of his attacks, PLUS his constant overheating causing other dds to become sluggish and disoriented, is literally a deathtrap for other dds. his knowledge of the land is also a big one, if they try to escape and he doesn't manage to keep up with them, he can easily just find a quick path to where they are.

AND POST-REPAIR HE HAS HIS FLAMETHROWERS AND HEAT PROTECTION SO HE BASICALLY. JUST. CAN SET DDS ON FIRE AND MELT THEM BECAUSE THEYRE SUPER SENSITIVE TO HEAT .

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and oh mygod enid eni.d enid. FOR REFERENCE this is her most recent piece of art... from uh. checks watch. 8 months ago

Was she supposed to be cannon fodder for the DDs? Like when they landed she would basically be “life support” food for when the DDs over heated?

OMG SOMETHING LIKE THT ACTUALLY!!!! she was meant to act as something of a mediator for the dds on the ship and since she had such a specific job as a regular wd the solver decided to just. keep her that way since she wouldn't have been better off as a dd. she's a hyper advanced medical/technician (same thing for robots LOL) drone who could totally find some way to repair the dds on the ship if something happened . the issue of losing spares isnt really on the top of cyn's list but she figured she may as well make this wd useful

If she was already a medical type bot, was her job especially made to service M because he WAS a prototype? Or was she there for general maintenance ?

GENERAL MAINTENANCE!!!!!!! :) also kind of to keep them all in line. i havent reallu thought past that actually igotta... THINK MORE about her..eenidddd <3

Where exactly did Enid and the other Drones get separated? I really love idea of these things SLAMMING into mountains and changing the entire look of them . It sounds so cool and adds so much weight to just how much of a desecrated state M was left in.

OMGOMG THE !!!!!! THEY STARTED HITTING ROCKS AND SHIT AS THEY WERE ENTERING THE ATMOSPHERE AND AT SOME POINT M JUST GOT. FUCKING. B L ASTED OUT OF TH POD'S WINDOW WHEN Q ENID AND U HAD LIKE. GONE INTO A SAFER PART OF THE SHIP AND THEY ALL GOT SEPERATE;D MID AIR ... ihavent actually fully figured out the details because at some point when i was coming up with his lore m's pod landed in the mountain but i also wanted them to be seperated so. i think m falling from a bit farther up makes more sense. .... what happened when they all fell was like. m crash landed and was completely fucked up. enid DIED. u wakes up first and runs off. q wakes up second with the intention of eating enid but can't find her body then runs off. enid is the last to come back. when cyn contacts her, she doesn't accept the offer out of fear, she's like. man i have a fucking job and being dead is boring. when she comes back she sees like, broken parts of q and u that they shedded and assumes they died, but remembers that M fell out super early and is like. fucks sake i gotta go find this stupid cunt now. she takes her job like VERY seriously so shes like if this drone is fucked up i Will find him and Fix him i Swear to God

OKAY IM DONE. I LVEO UOU YORKI THANKYOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY DUMB FUCK OCS; AAAIUIUIUIU GHHH

MINOR M REDESIGN :))

[ptergwen]

could you do a peter parker (mcu) x reader where reader is touch starved but doesnt tell peter bc she doesnt want him to think she's annoying or clingy but then he finds out and tells her he doesnt care lots of fluff at the end (if you dont wanna write this thats completely ok! i love your work so much <3)

warnings: angst and one swear

a/n: thank you so much lovely!! sorry for the wait omg but comfort fics are my absolute favorite so i adored this idea <3 happy reading

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you’re huddled under your blankets while mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you’ve been in bed for the better part of the day, your only company your stuffed animals. you feel rather lonely as of late. the lack of human interaction you’ve had certainly isn’t helping.

you grab a stuffed animal, hugging it to your chest with a huff. you throw the blankets over your head so they engulf you completely. to further distract from your sorrows, you tap on tiktok and continue to scroll away.

you’d tried texting peter, but all your messages have gone unanswered. he must be busy, as per usual. you’re used to it. you understand. he’s got a lot on his plate, being a straight-A’s student by day and superhero by night.

nevertheless, peter is an incredible boyfriend. every ounce of his free time is spent with you, and he always finds a way to make up for what isn’t. peter loves you dearly, you know that. he just hasn’t been around as much as you wish he was recently.

you long to hold him close, kiss his soft lips, listen to his stories about spider-manning and the sweet nothings he whispers in your ears. you’d never want to bother him with that, though. he has enough going on already.

you’re watching someone apply one hundred layers of plumping lip gloss when you hear your bedroom door creak open. you shut off your phone and pull down the covers to investigate. light from the hallway creeps in, burning your eyes.

“y/n? you there?”

although your vision is blurred, you recognize the voice as peter’s. you squint to see him in the darkness.

“uh, yeah. come in,” you murmur. you sound hoarse, those being the first words you’ve spoken today.

peter quietly closes the door behind him. he takes a seat at the edge of your bed, you sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest.

“your mom let me in,” peter explains, glancing over at you. “i got your texts. i was catching up on some homework, and…” he shoots you a smile. “i figured i’d check in on you instead.”

he sets a hand on your shoulder, fingers running up and down. warmth washes over your body.

“how’re you doing, sweetness? is everything okay?” peter wonders. “i’m fine,” you reply on autopilot, “why wouldn’t i be?” your brows knit together, peter still smiling reassuringly. “seems like something’s bugging you. i don’t wanna push, but i think we should talk about it,” he encourages.

“what are you on about, peter? i just told you, i’m fine,” you force a laugh. “no, i know. i know,” peter coos, nodding quickly. “whenever you’re ready, i’m here to listen.” he rubs your shoulder. you shake your head, face hot from your growing anger. “you don’t believe me,” you state.

peter waits a beat before he responds.

“i never said that. i’m only offering you the space to-“

“i’m fucking fine, okay?” you cut him off, although the tears that fill your eyes contradict you.

peter removes his hand from your shoulder, a frown forming on his lips. he begins to scoot away from you. losing his touch is enough to push you over the edge.

“wait, don’t!” you cry out, capturing peter’s arm in both your hands. “come back, peter. please. i- i-“

the tears now streaming down your face, you tug peter towards you. you’re gripping onto him in a desperate attempt to keep him from moving. concern flashes across peter’s features.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asks, almost in a whisper. “i- i miss you. i don’t mean to be clingy or whatever, but i just-“ you struggle to catch your breath, your tears and snot mixing together. “i just want you to hold me, peter. no, i need you to hold me. please?” you sob.

“oh,” peter breathes, finally understanding. “oh! oh my god, of course! c‘mere, angel.”

you instantly crawl into peter’s lap. peter tightens his arms around your middle, your own arms curling around his shoulders. you dig your nails into him to hold him in place. he kisses the tears off both your cheeks, then your chin, then leaves one last kiss on your forehead. it lingers even after his lips detach from your skin.

“i love you so much, y/n. what do you need, angel?“ peter’s eyes search for yours. “this,” you give him a teary smile. “just this. just you. i love you, too,” you sigh, easing your grasp at his shoulders.

you press the side of your face against his chest so you can listen to his steady heartbeat. he kisses the top of your head.

“you could’ve told me you were feeling this way, hm?” peter reminds you, bringing a hand up so he’s supporting you by the small of your back. “i dunno. i was worried you’d think i’m annoying, or needy, or something like that,” you counter.

“hey, hey,” peter speaks lowly. “all you want is a little extra love. i’m more than happy to give it to you,” he grins. you let out the biggest breath of relief. “thank you, peter. thank you. in that case, don’t let me go,” you hide your face further in his cozy, sweater clad chest.

he squeezes your waist in response.

“never.”

[danielfuckingricciardo]

That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 2)

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Word Count - 5.3k

Content Warning - Swearing, oral sex, unprotected sex, blood mention, daddy kink, Ginger Spice’s husband mention

Synopsis - After a passionate night with Max, the reader finds herself wondering what the fuck happened, and what the fuck would happen next.

Author’s Note - Sorry for not posting in a while, I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, life and stuff, the usual. I have been having a lot of thoughts relating to this specific fic universe lately, maybe it’s just me and my desire to hate fuck Max big time lmaooo. In my head this fic has four parts in it’s entirety, and Daniel does feature quite heavily in the third part, I did say he would be in this one but I was wrong whoopsie! Anyway, hope you enjoy, feel free to drop me a DM or an ask or whatever if you have any suggestions for future chapters! I was thinking four parts but I could probably keep going if thats a thing people want me to do! Enjoy!

You stop to remove your heels as you enter the hotel, forever thankful for the hotel staff for allowing you to use the service entrance. Members of the press had been crowding the lobby ever since your explosive outburst against your teammate. Horner had you sworn to silence, partly to save face and also as he seemed slightly nervous of what you might say next, possibly making the situation even worse than it already was. The media loved your temper, and loved it even more when they were able to get something out of you that they could write about, framing you once again as some psychopathic woman hell-bent on destroying the sanctity of F1. You rub your sore ankles, letting out an exasperated sigh as you realise the skin there had broken, leaving a sore, bleeding wound. Fucking wonderful.

“Are you okay, Ms. (L/N)” A young woman in hotel uniform asks you, and you stand up to look at her, giving her a reassuring nod. “Yeah, thanks, the decision to wear nice shoes today came back to bite me in the ass big time.” You laugh, slinging your heels back over your left shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s someone in your room to see you, I wouldn’t normally let someone in without the room owner’s permission, but I figured with who it is, it wouldn’t be a problem.” She says, a slightly nervous smile on her face. “Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s fine, thanks for letting me know. I’m heading back up there anyway, need to rest my poor aching feet. Fucking louboutins.” You say, rolling your eyes dramatically and laughing slightly. You assumed it was Daniel, waiting to hear about the new asshole that Horner had verbally torn for you in today’s meeting. “I hate heels, they’re the worst. But they look good though, and you look amazing today.” The woman says, and you can’t help but smile at her. In preparation for your verbal beatdown by your boss, you’d made sure to dress nicely, solely for the purpose of making it look like you were okay - the picture of a strong woman who refuses to take any bullshit. Little did he know of what had happened that night, scenes which you were trying to push out of your mind and forget. “Thanks. I do try my best to dress up nicely, I spend most of my time in fireproofs and team shirts, they’re not the sexiest of garments.” You say, and the woman chuckles. “I’ll let you get on your way to meet your guest, good to meet you.” She says, and begins to hurry back down the service corridor, before stopping and turning back to meet you again. “Thought you could maybe do with these?” She says, grabbing two plasters from her pocket and passing them to you. “I carry a few of these things around for heel-related emergencies.” “Thank you so much!” You say, taking the plasters and stashing them in the jacket pocket of your suit. The woman scurries away, the sound of her own heels clicking away on the tiled floor. Why as a society we encourage women to wear shoes which make them bleed you could never understand, and then you remember the woman’s previous words. They do look good.

You get out of the lift on your floor, one that luckily had been reserved solely for drivers, so you wouldn’t have to worry about being accosted by some sleazy journalist. You swipe your key in the door and open it, “I assume you’re here to gossip about all the shit that went down with Horner today, right?” You shout around the corner, throwing your heels down by the wall and walking across the room to the bed. You stop at the foot of the bed as you look up, realising that the person sat against your pillows wasn’t Daniel at all - it was Max. “Oh” You utter, your mouth dropping open as if to say something, but your head is suddenly empty of things to say. “I am curious about what happened today, but that’s now why I’m here.” He says, a small smirk appearing on his lips. “Fuck, I thought you were Daniel. What are you doing here?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You assumed that him leaving early in the morning before you awoke meant he didn’t want to talk to you again. That you’d be keeping your distance and only engaging when necessary for work.

“I needed to talk to you.” He says, adjusting his position on the bed to one less casual, less open. “Well, whatever you needed to say you could have said to me this morning. Oh, wait, you couldn’t could you because you fucked off before I even woke up. How long did you even stay? Did you just wait for me to fall asleep and then fuck off, is that the way you treat women?” You say, your tone sharp and voice louder than it probably should have been. “I stayed as long as I could, and I apologised for leaving. And, for the record, you can’t fucking say anything. I left you my number, asked to meet for lunch and you ghosted me. Not even a ‘no, I’m busy’ or a ‘I don’t want to see you’, that would have been enough.” Max shouts back, leaning forwards from his reclined position, gesturing angrily. “What fucking drugs are you on? You didn’t apologise, and you didn’t leave me your number. Unless you somehow hacked into my phone while I was sleeping which is fucking creepy.” You say, shuddering dramatically at your las statement. “Didn’t you read my note?” He asks, a look of confusion on his face. “What fucking note?” You say, mirroring his confusion. “The one I left for you on the bed before I left? Did you really think I’d fuck you and then sneak off like that?” “I don’t know what the fuck to think, Max, we hate each other, remember?” You say, sitting down on the bed, turning your back to him. You cradle your tender ankles, wiping away a trickle of blood that had begin to dribble down your foot. He crawls forward on the bed, sitting next to you, just enough distance between the two of you so that your shoulders don’t touch. His eyes connect with the metal trash can, empty, except for one screwed up piece of paper. He reaches forward and grabs it, unfolding the crumpled material and holding it out to you. “You threw it away without even reading it?” He asks, turning to you. “I didn’t know it was here Max, I swear, the housekeepers must have found it and thrown it away or something. Fuck.” You say, resting your head in your hands. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He says “Why the fuck would I lie? What good would that do me?” You say back, your anger still present in your voice no matter how hard you tried to disguise it. The whole day you’d found yourself wondering why he left, what you did wrong. Despite your hatred for the man, the sex was amazing, and you had been hoping to fit in a second round before leaving in the morning for your date with Horner and the gang. “I thought you might be lying to protect my feelings.” He says, and you scoff. “Why on earth would I want to do that? The only one who needs protecting here is me, from your dangerous fucking driving.” You laugh. “And from those shoes of yours.” He mumbles, and you can’t help but smile in response. “They’re a fucking nightmare.” You say, grabbing the plasters the woman from the hotel had given you from your jacket pocket. You fumble with the wrapper, unable to find the opening to the paper packaging. “Fuck” you sigh, throwing your head back and taking a deep breath. ‘Just count to ten, keep calm’ you mentally repeat to yourself. You are snapped out of your trance by the feeling of Max’s hand in yours, as he removes the plaster from your hand and opens it. He gestures for you to place your leg in his lap and he does so, removing the paper and gently sticking it over your injury. In that moment you make eye contact with him, just for a second, and immediately relax into his touch as he smooths the sticky material down onto your foot, careful not to catch the wound and cause you any pain. “Thanks.” You say, offering him a small smile. “Anytime.” He responds, mirroring your expression.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, not sure what to say, until you realise that your leg is still positioned on top of Max’s lap, his hand resting on your ankle. You jump up and smooth down your pencil skirt, trying to avoid showing the awkwardness you felt inside. It wasn’t working. “Since you stood me up for lunch, I think it’s only fair you take me to dinner.” He says, and you scoff. “I don’t think you can say I stood you up when I had no idea you’d even asked me. However, I do feel slightly guilty at the thought of you, sat alone at a dinner table waiting for me, only to never show. It’s equal parts tragic and fucking hilarious.” You say, cracking a smile, “So yeah, it’s only fair. But we’re splitting the bill.” You say, walking over to the bathroom door and going inside. “For sure, unless you order something expensive like steak covered in gold, in which case we’re paying for what we eat.” He says, and you stick your head out of the door to roll your eyes at him. “Cheapskate.” You grin, “Daddy’s money’s not running out, is it?” You say, sticking out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “Daddy wouldn’t be very happy about me spending his money on you.” He responds, and you laugh. “Oh, because the big scary lady threatened to beat up his special little guy?” You mock, and he laughs at you. “Something like that.” He says, standing from the bed. “I need to shower the Horner off me after today, meet me at the service entrance at eight?” You say, before disappearing once again behind the door and locking it. “It’s a date.” He says, as you hear him walk past the bathroom and opening the door to your room. “Oh, Daddy really wouldn’t like you saying that.” You laugh, and you hear Max tut behind the door. He leaves, shutting the door to your room quietly behind him.

7:30 rolls around quickly, and you find yourself looking through the sparsely populated wardrobe to find something to wear. Frequently hopping from one country to the next means you don’t exactly have your best items with you, and it being the end of the weekend means almost everything you could wear had already been worn. It was either the two-day-old Red Bull polo and jeans, or the dress you had brought with you just in case you had ended up attending some fancy event. Figuring it would be impolite to show up in team gear to a dinner, even when it was just some meeting with Max to clear the air between the two of you, you grab the dress from its hanger. You caress the black silk between your fingers, the soft material like a warm and gentle kiss to your skin. Daniel had been the one to convince you to buy it in the first place, as part of his plan to ‘sex you up’ for the cameras as your usual wardrobe was hardly the picture of glamour - mainly Red Bull shirts, band shirts and the occasional sundress when the weather required it. It felt a little too sexy for just a dinner with a friend, or rival, but it was all you had. So you discarded your dressing gown and slipped on the garment, the cold fabric warming up at the touch of your skin. You eye your collection of shoes by the door, consisting of a pair of tatty old Vans and your Louboutins you had discarded earlier. Sitting on the bed to consider your options, you rub your sore heel, the plaster that Max had so carefully applied still adhered to your skin. Fuck it, your ankle is already sore, how much worse can it get, right? You grab the heels and put them on, standing in front of the mirror to take a good look at yourself. It was rare you ever saw yourself dressed like this. Dates were few and far between with you constantly travelling around the world, and you always felt out of place when out with the other drivers, scared that something would kick off between you and Max and ruin the night for everyone else. And yet, here you were, wearing your best little black dress to go and meet your sworn enemy. The same enemy you had fucked the night before.

You walked down the service corridor, your heels clicking against the tiles and announcing your presence to the man stood at the end of it. “You’re late.” Max says, and you sigh dramatically at him. “I believe the kids call it being fashionably late,” you say, “not that you’d know what fashionably means.” You add, looking him up and down. Clearly also strapped for outfit options, he had chosen to wear a white shirt with black suit pants. His top button was undone and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing his forearms that were crossed around his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, and you laugh. “Well, you’re no Daniel when it comes to fashion,” you pause for a second, “Or Lewis” you chuckle, and he playfully punches you in the arm. “I like to keep it simple.” He responds, and you laugh at his remark. “Whatever you say, Verstappen, now lets go, I’m looking forward to my steak covered in gold.” You say as you push the door open, the cold air nipping at your bare legs immediately. You cross your arms over your body to keep the heat in as you step outside, and Max follows you. “Maybe you should have finished getting dressed, it’s cold out.” He says, and you take the opportunity to slap him back. “Don’t you dare try and slut shame me, Max Verstappen.” You laugh, and he laughs back as you both walk over to the black car parked on the street before you.

The restaurant owners, clearly used to having high-profile cliantele, had seated the two of you in a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of the public. God knows, all you had to do was meet up with another of the drivers one-on-one to hang out and the press were circulating rumours about you hooking up with them. It had taken a whole six months and several fake dates with random men for you and Daniel to finally shut the media up about the two of you dating. According to them, men and women were incapable of being friends without shagging each other. You hoped that if you had been spotted tonight with Max, they’d assume it was all a publicity stunt arranged by Horner to try and convince people you weren’t about to hospitalise your teammate and that you were actually good friends. It was far more believable than the truth, that you were actually there to work out what had happened the previous night.

“I like your dress, it suits you.” Max says, breaking the silence that had hung between the two of you since getting in the car. You hadn’t been exactly sure what to say, so found it easier to keep quiet while considering just how you wanted to bring up what had happened between the two of you. “What? This old thing? I wear it every time I go for dinner with a guy I threatened to knock out and then shagged.” You say, biting your lip to shut yourself up and avoid saying anything else ridiculous. “Happen often?” He asks, pouring himself a glass of water before filling yours. “Once or twice, yeah.” You chuckle, grabbing the glass and taking a sip. You both sit in silence for a moment, before the waiter shows up, handing each of you a menu. You open it up and immediately notice the lack of prices that should be accompanying each fancy sounding French dish. “There are no prices on here.” You say, your eyes lingering on a certain item as you try to decipher the description written in French. “It’s a ladies menu, or whatever non-sexist name they call it nowadays. It’s so the person who isn’t paying doesn’t try to order the least expensive thing on the menu to be courteous and actually orders what they want.” Max says, not looking up from his own menu. “I thought we were splitting the bill?” You ask, glancing up at him. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s paying.” He says, winking at you. “Ugh, the press would have a field day if they heard you say that.” You chuckle, looking down at the menu to avoid his gaze. “How so?” He asks, and you look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Could be very easily taken out of context and sound somewhat…” you pause, looking for the right word, “kinky,” you settle for, immediately regretting vocalising your perverted thought process as Max looks back at you with a bewildered look on his face. “I suppose it does.” He says, pausing for a second, “Now, be a good girl for Daddy and pick what you want, hm?” He responds, and you shake your head at him, suppressing a laugh. “Fuck you.” Is all you manage to say as you look down at the menu once again, hyper-aware of the blush now forming on your cheeks.

Your food arrives, and the sommelier pours you a suitable wine to match your dish. You swirl the beverage around in the glass before taking a sip - it tastes exactly like every other wine you’d ever tasted, so you nod your head and he walks away, leaving you and Max alone once again. “I feel like we need to address the elephant in the room before I even think about enjoying what I assume is a very expensive and fancy meal.” You say, taking a larger sip from your glass. “What elephant would that be?” Max questions, and you roll your eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me Verstappen, you know exactly what I mean.” You hiss, leaning in slightly, your voice no louder than a whisper, careful to make sure no one can hear you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, smirking. He knew exactly what you meant, the smug bastard. “So you don’t recall how I fucked you last night then, how fucking hot for me you were when I called you names, when I hurt you, when I left that mark on your neck?” You whisper across the table, pointing to the bruise peeking out above his collar. Max shifts in his seat, his hands immediately darting to his neck to cover the mark with the material of his shirt. “Oh, that” He says rather flippantly, tearing off a chunk of bread from his side plate and throwing it in his mouth. “It can’t happen again.” You say, leaning back in your seat and taking another sip of wine. He looks up at you, his eyes wide. “Why not?” He questions, reaching forward for his own glass and taking a sip. “Because it’s wrong.” You say, your grip on your glass tightening. “But did it feel wrong?” He asks, and you cross your legs tightly beneath the table. You knew that fucking him again would be a bad idea. It would only confuse the two of you and make things even more awkward in the paddock, and yet, part of you ached to feel him again. To feel his hands wrapped tightly around your neck, his hot body pressed against yours, his cock deep inside you. “It felt…good.” You say, biting your lip slightly to avoid smirking as the events of the previous night fill your mind. “So why stop?” He says, and you chew harder on your bottom lip, trying to think of a response. “There is such as thing as too much of a good thing.” You say, completely contradicting your own words as your leg reaches out beneath the table, brushing against Max’s. “Not in my experience” He utters, sipping his wine. “So what? We keep doing this, and then eventually we get caught, how do we explain it to the press, to our families, to Horner?” “Easy, we don’t get caught. Come on, (Y/N), you’re a smart girl, with the way we are around everyone else, no one will suspect a thing.” He says, a smirk appearing on his lips. “So what, are we gonna be enemies with benefits?” You say, your leg travelling higher so your shoe rests on Max’s knee. “I like the sound of that.” He responds, grabbing his fork to start eating the meal before him. You remove your leg from his and he seems almost upset at the loss of contact. “So, we should enjoy our meals, and then maybe you could join me in my room for some of those benefits afterwards?” You question, raising your eyebrow at him. “Sounds good.” He responds, and you nod, taking your fork and tucking in to the plate of food before you.

Upon arriving back at the hotel, you immediately remove your heels, opting to once again walk barefooted through the service corridor. You sling your heels over your shoulder, but are relieved of your carrying duties as Max takes them from you. “If you keep doing things like that, we might have to forget the enemies part of this whole arrangement.” You say, turning back to the man walking behind you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to pissing you off tomorrow morning.” He says, and you chuckle. “I hope so.” “Actually, I’m going to try even harder to make you mad. You’re sexy when you’re angry.” He smirks. “Oh, fuck off.” You respond, pushing him into the wall. “I’m not gonna let you get away with that.” He says, turning to face you. You look around, making sure the corridor is empty, before pushing your body against his, his back pressed firmly into the wall. “Why? What’re you going to do to me?” You ask, your lips parted and just millimetres away from Max’s. “The sooner we get upstairs, the sooner you’ll find out.” He speaks against your lips. It takes all your self control to pull away, the desire to connect your lips with his almost winning and your fear of getting caught almost forgotten. Had you consumed another glass or two of wine that night, you would have even entertained the thought of fucking him right there and then, but you stopped yourself, pulling away and continuing down the corridor.

As soon as your door was unlocked and opened, Max had you pushed against the wall, your lips connected with his as you had wanted just a few moments earlier. It was full of passion and lust, teeth and tongues, as his hands explored your body, making their way down to the hem of your dress that grazed the top of your knees. “Fuck (Y/N) when I saw you in that dress tonight, all I could think about was how much I wanted to tear it off of you” He says, pulling away from you but pressing his forehead to your own. “Stop talking about it and fucking do it.” You hiss, tangling your hands in his hair. He reaches around your body for the zip and effortlessly pulls it down, causing the luxurious material to fall off of your form and land on the floor by your feet. His eyes travel up and down your body, admiring every curve and shape adorned by your black underwear. “Did you pick these out for me?” He asks, his hand caressing your breast through your bra, working it’s way down to your panties, his fingers ghosting your core through the lace. “Would it make you mad if I said they were the only clean ones I had left?” You question, raising an eyebrow at him. “Fuck you” He mutters, before connecting his lips with your neck, sucking hard against your soft skin in a place you were sure you wouldn’t be able to cover tomorrow - but you didn’t care. ‘If you’re lucky, you might.” You say, echoing his words from the previous night that had driven yout crazy. He looks up at you, an animalistic look of desire in his eyes, as he grabs you by the ass and drags you over to the bed, throwing you down onto the soft duvet. “What did I say earlier about being a good girl, huh?” He questions as he unfastens his belt, discarding the garment onto the floor. “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll be good.” You say, sitting forward to relieve his hands of their duties, making short work of the fastenings of his suit pants, discarding them and his underwear into a pile on the floor. You grab his rock hard cock with your fingers, gently caressing it from base to tip. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” He says, his hips bucking into your touch as he seeks for you to touch more of him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You say, before leaning forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. He groans at the contact, your tongue licking the tip and your lips pressed tightly around the shaft. You push forwards, and he throws his head back in pleasure as his cock fills your mouth, a string of profanities leaving his lips from the sensation of you. His large erection fills your mouth, grazing the back of your throat, you sit like that for a moment, your tongue touching every part of him it can reach, before you begin to suck him off. Tears fill you eyes as you try and suppress gags, clenching your thighs together on the bed to relieve the growing desire for contact at your core. Max tangles his hands in your hair to push himself deeper into you, fucking your mouth hard for a few stokes before pulling you off of him. You lick the tip of his cock to remove the string of saliva that still connected the two of you and look up at him through your eyelashes, a hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s your turn, babygirl.” He says, pushing you back on the bed, grabbing your thighs tightly and pulling them apart. He kneels before you, pressing his face between your legs, his nose grazing your clit as he begins to eat you out, using his tongue to fuck you, tasting you with every movement. A combination of profanity and his name leak from your mouth as he pleasures you, sending a sensation through your body like you’d never felt before. “Fuck, Max, I need you inside me. I want to feel you.” You groan, your words breathy and strained as his tongue plays with your clit. “I want you to cum for me, babygirl.” He speaks into you, the vibrations of his voice against your wet pussy almost too much to bear. “Yes Daddy” You moan, your hands gripping the bedsheets, knuckles white. He sucks your clit, and the pressure of his tongue against you sends you over the edge, your hips bucking towards him pushing his face deeper into you. You let out a pornographic moan, and Max can’t help but laugh, the sensation of which makes your orgasm even more pleasurable as he does so. “You’re being so good for me, babygirl.” He says, as he sits back, allowing you to catch your breath as your moment of ecstasy ends.

Max stands and looks down at you on the bed, admiring the blissed out post-orgasm expression on your face. You can’t help but look up at him, his cheeks flushed and face glistening with a combination of sweat and your juices. A smug smile lingered on his lips, obviously proud of his work to make you cum so easily. While your experience in the bedroom wasn’t as extensive as people had speculated, your past experiences had left you looking for more in a sexual partner. Despite your hatred for him on the track, Max had proved to be exactly what you needed. Most men you’d been with before hadn’t even managed to make you cum once, leaving you to fake it to save the poor idiot’s ego, or just tell him to fuck off when you were feeling particularly frustrated. Before you, stood a man who had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life, and was preparing to give you another. The thing that pissed you off the most, was that of all people to make you feel this way, it had to be Max fucking Verstappen. In this moment, however, it didn’t matter. You wanted him. More of him. All of him.

“You’re good at that.” You say between breaths, and Max chuckles. “You want me to show you what else I’m good at?” He questions, a cocky smile on his face. “Oh, I already know.” You say, laughing slightly. You sit forward to grab Max’s shoulders, causing him to collapse on top of you. You wrap your arms around his muscular back, pulling him into you, his cock pressing against your entrance. “Where did my good girl go?” He questions and you pull his face closer to yours, your mouth pressed against his ear. “I got bored of her, now I want you to fuck me.” You whisper, your tongue caressing his ear lobe gently. Max places his hands either side of you on the bed, gaining his balance and lining himself up with your throbbing cunt. You could already feel the anticipation building within you, with every second that passes your ache for him to be inside you increasing exponentially. He carefully pushes himself into you, the sensation of him filling you up elicits a filthy moan to fall from your lips. Max begins to fuck into you, your nails digging deeper into his back with every thrust of his hips. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours with every motion, an expression of pleasure shared between the two of you as he leans forward to kiss your lips sloppily. Any voyeur looking in on this interaction could be fooled into thinking that the two of you were making love as any other couple would, but the truth of it all was you weren’t a couple. Enemies-with-benefits making hate with each other, expressing their extreme emotions in the most human way possible.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself close to your second orgasm of the night, as Max’s movements became sloppier as he thrust into you. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m close” He says through heavy breaths. “Me too” You respond, your fingers clawing at the man’s back to hold him close. He is the first to fall over the edge, his hot seed filling you up inside. He continues to thrust into you through his orgasm, his movements erratic as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The sensation of his undoing begins your own, as your walls clench around him and your grip on his shoulders weakens in pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of heavy moans, the sound of both your names falling from the other’s lips, and the sound of sex. Max collapses onto you as he finishes, laying there, your arms still wrapped around him. He pulls himself off of you and lies next to you, freeing the sheets from below the two of you and covering your bare bodies. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him. “Stay with me tonight?” You ask, gazing into his bright eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” He responds, gently stroking your hip with his thumb.

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[withered-tears]

All of this is delightful.

But i feel you guys are forgetting a core component of Uryu's personality.

He would give the bats so much shit for their fashion sense

Why does that child (we'll have a TALK about the child soldiers later) looks like a walking traffic light pole. Thats so many bright colors just mashed together.

Why are so many of you wearing skin tight suits.

That one's jacket is a nice touch ill admit but that is the tackiest helmet i ever seen in my life you look like a giant red lollipop

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Uryuu one night ends up doing on the field repairs to one of their suits (this man carries a fully stocked sewing kit in his pocket we all know this) and of fucking course he sneaks in a quincy cross in there. Cue batman frantic research on everything it could possible mean

Meanwhile alfred takes one look at the patch and is like Oh this stitching is exquisite.

Dick lets Uryuu know next time they crosses path and the whole thing eventually evolves into uryuu alfred friendhip. Sorta like You are the only bitch in this house who gets me.

(Alternate, less silly outcome, Alfred recognizes the patch because turns out HE'S from a non noble quincy family, removed enough so that he doesn't have any riatsu himself but still know the general family history)

Meanwhile, what if Uryuu is one of Damian or Tim teachers? Uryuu comfronts them immediately (did they follow him to his work? Or do they actually study here?) And the bats are like How could you tell it was us

And Uryuu gives them an ACTUAL homework essay on how dominoes mask are fucking useless because you can still see like 70% of a person's facial features

Aaaaah, I forgot how weird my dreams can get when I go to sleep normally instead of taking sudaphed before bed every night!

My brain decided to dream about a bleach/dc crossover for absolutely no reason XD 

adult!Uryuu in gotham as a visiting professor at the local college. He sees a Hollow, decides he’s bored as hell and goes out to fight it. Batman goes “wtf” and grumps at him bc Archer Standing In Midair. Also You Look Familiar. Are you Seriously Not Even Going To Try To Hide Who You Are.

Uryuu is both confused and a little incredulous about this – “Who would believe you if you told them?”

And of course Batman’s just “………… So what do you know about current events in America” which confuses Uryuu more which makes Batman more grumpy XD

It was kinda hilarious, honestly. I don’t think I’ll actually write a one-shot with that crossover, but it was a fun dream.