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[aysrin]

Needle Felt Siffrin Build Log: (oct 6 - nov 20, 2024)

Credits goes wholely to @insertdisc5 for creating ISAT and siffrin's design! I am just here to attempt to make cool fanart (and get more people to play isat.. my devious plans are going great so far :3) As always, this isn't a tutorial- it is just a log about how i go about approaching a sculpture and I hope this collection of resources can help others make their own sifs!!

PSA: this has some spoilers for endgame CGs/sprites on my references image board ( also might see it in the backgrounds of my process pics). And bc this is needle felting, you will see some sharp needles! beware!

my inspiration was the intro cutscene where Sif eats the star, so my main goal was to adhere to the style of ISAT as closely as possible while transfering it to 3D space. And I knew i also wanted to try making the cloak for stopmotion purposes, so my process was tailored towards having control over the fabric with wire inlaid within the cloak (more on that later).

I ended up not sticking eyebrows on top of siffrin's bangs lol but anyways, first order of business is Gather Reference! v important. pureref is free and an awesome program. I also do some sketches to visualize the pose and important details i wanted to include in the sculpt.

behold the isat wiki gallery page! tawnysoup wrote an awesome ISAT style guide that absolutely rings true in 3d space too!! adrienne made a sif hair guide here!! (sorry i couldnt find the original link, but it's on the wiki). It says ref komaeda hair so that's what i looked at, along with other adjacent hairstyles! I also like doing drawovers on in progress photos to previs shapes n stuff to get a better idea of the end result.

Also if you're like me and struggle with translating stuff into 3D space, take a look at how people make 3d models and figurines! sketchfab is also a great resource! I looked at the link botw model by Christoph Schoch here for hair ref. (I used Maya, but there's a blender version too ! you can pose characters too if your model has been rigged!)

Face:

Started off blocking out the main shapes of eyelids and iris, and then filling in the colour details in the iris and the star highlights before moving onto adding thin black outlines and eyelashes. I didn't take many in-progress photos cause i kept ripping stuff out to redo them many many times, sorry!! This eye took about 3 hrs bc i just wasn't happy with it!! Sometimes it do be the vibe to give up, go to bed and see how it looks in the morning (more often than naught, it looks fine and it was the "dont trust yourself after 9pm" speaking)

The Mouth:

Couldn't decide if i even wanted to add a mouth as per usual with all my humanoid sculptures.. but i did some drawover tests first to see what expression i liked and to try to visualize it from multiple angles. (I was also testing the placement of stars on the hat brim here)

And then I redid the mouth like 3 times cause the angle just wasn't right (this went on for about the course of a week yay!)

Hair: woe baldfrin be upon ye

I made the hair strands individually first, and then since Sif has some of the hair at the back dyed black, i covered some of the tips with black wool (manually) (I think it would go much faster if i just took a marker to it, but hahaha i love pain and detailing!! )

And then the rest of it was positioning strands with sewing pins layer by layer, always looking at it from different multiple angles- sometimes tailoring the angle or swoop of individual hair flippies. At one point I thought the back looked too cluttered, but the hat covers a lot of it anyways!! yay for hiding mistakes! (imo this is a similar process to how cosplayers style wigs, but on a smaller scale and the same level of time consuming)

As always, look to your reference for guides, and I always do a whole bunch of drawovers over in progress photos to ascertain what was working and what wasn't.

Hat:

A trick to get a super pointy tip, make another tip seperately while keeping the connection point unfelted, and then combine the two to make super pointy hat!! (this also helps if you made the hat too short and need it to be taller. ask me how i know)

The embroidery on the hat brim was done in a hoop and then invisible stitched to the felted top portion. Technically you don't need a hoop but it helps keep the fabric tension, so you avoid puckers in your embroidery. You can also use iron-on stabilizer if your fabric is loose weave or particularly thin. this is the tutorial i used for the stars embroidery! particularly the fly stitch one, french knots, and the criss-cross stitches. highly recommend needlenthread for embroidery stitches and techniques! i learned all my embroidery from this single site alone.

For fabric, I think I used a polycotton i had in my stash,, unsure of the actual fiber content bc i bought it a long time ago. I used DMC Satin floss which was nice and subtle shiny but frayed a lot so it was kind of a pain to stitch with... but keep a short thread length and perservere through it!! After the embroidery was done, I folded up the raw edges and invisible sewed it to the top portion of the hat.

General shape:

Ok general structure of the body is this: wire armature body covered with black wool -> cloak lining & wire cage -> edge of lining is invisibly sewn to the main cloak at the hem -> head

Don't be afraid to mess around with the pattern, it's essentially a pizza with a slice taken out of it to form a steep cone shape!! Use draft paper before cutting into felt to save material! (i think i made like 3 cloaks before i was happy with the shape lol).

You can also hide the seam of the cloak and collars by gently messing up the fibers of the felt with your fingers or a felting needle btw! you can also sandpaper the seams according to Sarah Spaceman in this vid (highly recommend them for their in depth cosplay/crafting builds holy smokes), though since sif cloak is at such a smol scale, I just blended the seam with my felting needle.

For the lining wire cage section, I sewed in wire around the cloak, so the main rotation point is at the top neck area under the collar. These paddles are used to keep whatever pose I need the cloak to be in for stopmotion purposes. Then after the wire is done, I invisibly sewed the lining to the cloak at the hem (same technique as the hat brim to the lining there).

In hindsight, I should've used a thinner fabric for the lining, but i only had sheer white in my stash so had to go with double felt, thus resulting in a really bulky lining but oh well!

Heels:

started with the general boot shape, then tacking on the diamond shape heel stack and also diamond shape sole bc we're committed to the bit here. I skewer the boot onto the armature which also conveniently hides the connection point into the base to keep the whole thing upright and also I can rotate the boot to tweak the angle if needed.

Pins:

I kinda just trial and error'd jewellery wire with pliers into the pin shapes. They're itty bitty!! had a whole bunch of fails before i got two nice ones. A hot tip is to use needle nose pliers and wrap the wire around the tip to get a smooth circle shape!

Base:

I smoothed out the edge of a circular wood base with a dremel, and then used wood stainer to get the black colour. It ended up kinda looking like I took a sharpie to it, but whatever.... now i have a whole ass can of black wood stainer........ I then made a rough mountain of black wool and stuck the feet armature in. And now he's standing!!

Normally at this point when I'm done felting everything, to get a smooth finish, I'd take a small pair of scissors and carefully snip away any flyaway fibers, but this time, I just left them fluffy cause i think that's what sif would do :3c

Photoshoot:

Normally I do shoots using daylight but it was winter so the sun was nonexistent. So I broke out the home lighting setup aka dollarstore posterboard for a nice smooth background, and then hit it with the overhead Fill, side Fill 2, and Rim light, and use white paper/posterboard for bounce light if one side feels too dark. But if things are overexposed, you can move the light sources away until the harshness dims down. I'm using a Olympus mirrorless camera (handed down to me by my sibling so i dont remember the model exactly), which can connect to my phone as a remote so I can avoid shaking the camera when i take photos. Pretty nifty for stopmotion purposes! (yes my camera stand is a stack of notebooks, a tissuebox and some eva foam under the lens, don't judge me)

Stopmotion animation:

I'm still figuring stopmo out on my part, but my process was straight ahead animation ... move the cloak a cm, take a pic.... move another cm, click.... and repeat until i get a version I was happy with. My ref was the cloak animation from Gris (beautiful game btw). The 2d star animation was also done straight ahead using procreate, exported in png with a transparent background, and finally stitched together with the stopmotion footage in photoshop.

My turnarounds are also stopmotion! also secret hack, the turntable is a fidget spinner sticky tacked to a cake platter.

And i think that's all! i mainly wanted to share how I go about thinking about taking a 2d concept and moving it to 3D. I also didn't go in depth into how to actually do the needle felting bc I don't think I''d be very helpful I'm a very good teacher by telling yall to just keep stabbing until it looks right (i'm self taught for this hobby),,, if anyone wants it though, i can share a bunch of tutorials and other felters' process that helped me learn more needle felting!

Hopefully this was helpful to someone! Feel free to send asks if ya got any questions or if anything needs clarification! Or show me your works! I love seeing other people's crafts :3

here have a cookie for making it this far 🥐

[raleighrador]

I agree with all of this.

I think an additional 2 layers are worth reflecting on: 1) people's basic world views and relatively fixed past a certain point, regardless of how much their material circumstances change; 2) and extreme success (especially very rapid success) quite literally changes peoples brains as far as I can tell.

No matter what else is true, JK's early adult life and her career is hearth breaking and inspiring, in a very normal (and I mean that as a compliment) way. Her mother died, she had a miscarriage, an abusive husband, she was poor (genuinely very poor), she was depressed.

She was 32 when HP1 was published. She was, for all intents and purposes, her fully formed self. That self was someone who, basically, hadn't had life go her way.

Not in an any unique or specifically tragic way, but in the very mundane way that frankly most people's lives don't go how they want.

Her success was (relatively) late in life and incredibly rapid. I imagine, in her own mind, probably unconsciously, she is still basically that woman for whom things were not going well. That is her basic mindset.

Of course that is no longer true (but it once was). Of course that doesn't justify anything that came later. Mental plasticity diminishes with age, and unlearning patterns takes real hard work that you need to consciously do.

Her specific opinions about particular issues has clearly evolved, for all sorts of reasons, but I think a lot of her behaviour can be understood as her simply still occupying the same foundational mental and emotional space of a single mother who is poor and depressed and relatively fresh out of abusive marriage, whose mother recently died, whose father immediately married his secretary etc.

She is also a woman who almost literally - in a way that is basically not true for anyone who isn't a creative or perhaps an athlete - willed her own success into existence. Her success is directly a product of her own imagination - and that is awesome and inspiring.

She had nearly instant, winning the lottery level of material success but it wasn't purely luck. It wasn't random. It was because she thought of something no one else had thought of and the world loved it. They loved her imagination.

Obviously there was luck and chance and circumstance and other people and and and. But I would argue that author's, as a general rule, are in a small set of careers where one person really does have an outsized deterministic influence on the product, where it in large part really is about the quality of(or even just popularity) of one person's ideas.

That said - I genuinely think rapid and extensive material success changes peoples brains. I have met and worked with a lot of rich people: multiple billionaires, and more multi millionaires than I can feasibly count.

It really does alter your perception of the world. The world doesn't work the same way for the very rich as it does everyone else, so there is no reason to believe they would perceive it the same way.

That must be especially jarring for someone who has so much success, who has success come so quickly. JK went from scraping together coins to pay for a cappuccino so she could keep writing in a cafe to maybe 3 years later being flown on PJs to the US to do singings, staying in the best hotels, etc. Everywhere she went everyone knew her name, what she liked and didn't like, and just gave her what she wanted. Ensured the world was what she wanted.

I have been fortunate to travel a lot for work, and typically stayed in very nice hotels. I got lots of status points, I frequented the same hotels. It got to the point that at certain hotels in certain cities every staff member knew my name, how I liked my coffee, what room I preferred, my preferred breakfast etc etc etc. That was because they have a good loyalty system that they kept copious notes in, I could list my preferences in the app etc.

But it did mean that I could walk into the lobby, get greeted by name, would have a coffee waiting for me, they would ask about my wife etc. This small bubble where it felt like the world revolved around me.

I would then leave the hotel and get ignored/shouted at by other busy people, someone would sneeze into my mouth on public transport, and my clients would treat me like worthless faceless lowlife trash, so I was always put back into my place.

Imagine if the bubble encompassed the whole world? Imagine if the bubble moved with you?

It must literally rewrite your brain. Every rich person I have met - most of whom are smart and kind and good people - are also pretty weird. They just don't see the world the same way. They don't experience the world the same way.

People who take a long time to get to that level of success I think are less so, especially if ultimate success came quite late in life. On the other end you have pro athletes and people who inherit money, people who basically their entire lives including their formative teen and young adult years, who don't even know what normal is.

Imagine what it must be like to be a normal person, someone who has actually been relatively down on their luck, and then 3 years later you're the most celebrated and wealthy figure in your field in the entire world?

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

[thevibraniumveterans]

I have THOUGHTS about… ahem… the “Thunderbolts*”…

SPOILER ALERT!!!

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT…

LAST WARNING!

I’ve just watched the film this evening and I have so many thoughts off the top of my head and in no particular order

Valentina, you SCHEMING little shit, I KNEW something was up! That was insane.

Movie was big on mental health, for sure.

I previously thought we’d see Bucky going up against himself, but I was wrong; why would he ever need to do that? The MCU was his process and we’ve been watching him absolutely go through it.

And speaking of going through it, Bob and his room reminded me of Moon Knight, what with the abusive parents and whatnot, him being in the safest room he can be in, surrounded by toys.

And speaking of rooms. Yelena’s scenes around the Red Room situations, oof, that must’ve been really hard on her, that she could not change anything, that it would keep happening.

The whole you-don’t-have-to-do-this-alone aspect of the film was so well made, and that one scene near the end, the group hug, heartwarming. Very emotional scene. Loved it.

Very nearly upstaged by the previous scenes where Bucky, Walker, Ava, Yelena, and Alexei stopped that stone slab from hitting the ground, saving civilians

Alexei was hilarious throughout the whole movie, awesome at that

HOLY SHIT THE NEW AVENGERS??? I’ll get back to that in a bit but OMG.

The thing about Bob punching his own dark reflection and almost becoming what he feared the most was just… so so well done, that even when he was being mocked, he found the strength to get up and fight back, inspiring the others to get up and fight back too, and fight back together

Taskmaster? Yeah, we knew she was toast within the first 20 minutes but not how, now we know that Val had sent Taskmaster to kill Walker to kill Yelena to kill Ghost

That was one hell of an introduction though

And speaking of introductions, I gotta say something about the post-credits scene. First off, those new outfits are really cool; Walker getting a beret?? BUCKY GETTING A NEW OUTFIT AND A STAR OVER HIS RIGHT ARM?? I love that it’s navy blue now. AND THE FANTASTIC FOUR SHIP?? We know F4 is right around the corner this summer; I’m guessing that in the mid- and/or post-credits scene(s) of that movie we’ll have the F4 interact with the New Avengers before DOOMSDAY

And speaking of the New Avengers! That was Val’s whole setup! She had to get all shady and morally grey and villainy-like, trying to get her potential Avengers members to kill each other in some kind of wretched test to see how’d they fare against each other.

And oh right, BUCKY SAID SAM ISN’T HAPPY about the New Avengers; remember in CABNW Sam said that Ross told him to form a new team? What kind of beef is Val having with whoever is the president now? I mean it’s not like Bucky put together a team, it was just convenient that four of them were in the same car. But think about it, in the Doomsday lineup video, Anthony Mackie was third and Sebastian fourth, so the fact that they’re really high up on the roster and right next to each other tells me that Sam may be mad an Avengers team has been formed and there was nothing he could do about it

And like, it’s 2027 in the MCU now, right? The movie ends like 14 months later so now it’s freakin’ 2028 in the MCU now.

Bob is a cool person, I think, Sentry was the midpoint between Bob and the Void, and Bob doesn’t want to become the Sentry due to how he’d also become the Void - this avoidance is kinda like how Banner didn’t want to become Hulk but then reconciled. I like Bob’s dynamic with Yelena.

The whole metaphor of walking into the void is like choosing to confront your shame, your darkness, the things you think you don’t deserve sympathy for, but then again the whole point of Yelena, Bucky, Walker, and Ava coming together to group hug Bob was just so good.

It’s hilarious that Val didn’t just go “I’m putting together a team”, she went “Imma send these misfits to kill each other, send my latest project to kill them, ALL IN THE GUISE OF HOPING THEY ALL TEAM THE EFF UP but I can’t tell anyone that until the events I put into motion cause them to save the city and become the heroes I always knew they were” and honestly? What the hell, Valentina?! 🤣 You played them, you played us, well effing done, loved it, 15/10 no notes.

Bucky with the good hair! 🤩

Oh and the mid-credits artwork referencing famous historical promo, the Yelena “We can do it” poster referencing the WWII Rosie the Riveter propaganda, the team shot referencing the “Raising the Flag on Iwo Jima” photo

And part of the artwork also being in-universe headlines of people not exactly loving the New Avengers

And the classic Avengers theme song as the undercurrent for the main theme of this movie!

I may have other points but I’ll save them for later, I think??

[dantes-jacket]

All the little things

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: Dante loves all the little things you do for him so he writes them down so he will always remember them. You then find his writings and read them. Pure flufffff, I really have a soft spot for soft Dante <33 I also had an idea of a part two and kinda mentioned the idea in this so lmk if you want it !!

Dante has never met a more attentive person than you. Even before you two started dating, he saw that no matter what you were doing you were always doing it with the utmost care and attention. You have a kind heart and it shows easily.

When you two started dating you got even more attentive or maybe he’s just realizing it. He always was a little slow to catch onto things, he didn’t even know you liked him for a long time before you two got together. He hates himself for making you wait so long but at least he has you now and that’s all the matter to him.

But Dante swears you’re out to make his heart explode, in a good way. He started writing down all the awesome things you do for him so he won’t forget anything. He keeps the little notebook hidden on the top shelf in his closest so you won’t be able to find it. Or well he hoped you didn’t find it.

You were cleaning his room because it really became so dirty and you don’t know how. He was on a mission for the past few weeks and you swear you’ve been cleaning so how did it get so bad? You started with trying to sort through the laundry, after you realized how that was going to be you decided to sort through his closest.

You start with what you can reach first. You throw out any clothes stained with demon blood, have too many holes, or just aren’t fit or anyone to wear anymore. You then make a pile for donations because there’s stuff that is literally covered in dust or still have tags on it. You know he won’t wear them because he wears the same three things.

Once you’re done with the stuff you can reach you grab a little stool and stand on it to clean the top shelf. You pull down a couple of clothes then see a random notebook lying up there. Maybe it’s something from his mom? You’re a little nosy and want to take a quick peek.

You grab the notebook and sit down on the stool. You open the first page to see neatly written handwriting saying “All the little things.” The handwriting looks like Dante’s but normally his is pretty messy because he doesn’t care and puts no effort into whatever he’s writing.

You flip the next page to see a well written paragraph with the date on it. You recognize the date because it was you two when on your first date together. You see he’s talking about you, so you sit back and read.

Today we went on our first date but man I was so nervous. We didn’t see each other for a while because of me being so busy demon hunting. But she never held it against me. She waited and I really appreciate it.

We met at the restaurant because she was coming from work and when I saw her, my heart couldn’t stop racing. I was so nervous. I wanted to make this perfect and not ruin anything. So my smart self thought that yapping the ENTIRE time would help.

It didn’t help my nerves at all because after I realized I was the only one talking and not letting her say anything or talk about herself I felt awful. I was so stressed that she’d think I was annoying and selfish. I brought that up and apologized and all she said was, “Why apologize? You’re a great story teller and I love hearing all I can about you. I want to know more about you Dante. So keep talking. Don’t ever feel bad for talking about something that excites you or something you find funny. Even if it’s sad, I’ll comfort you. Just know I’ll always listen.”

She said that with so much love and kindness. The rest of night when I’d talk her eyes would shine. Even the biggest diamond wouldn’t hold a candle to how much she was shining with each story I was telling. She made all the stress leave my body and was a safe space I didn’t even realize she created. I couldn’t help but falling for her even more then. This may have happened early into our relationship but it’ll be one of the moments that stick with me the most.

You feel your face heat up and your stomach fill with butterflies. You never knew how nervous he was, he never showed it. You thought you were the only nervous one. But now knowing you helped him so much without even having a little bit of an idea makes you happy.

You can’t help yourself so you turn to the next page to see what he wrote. You look at the date and it doesn’t jump out to you. So you wonder what it could be.

This beautiful girl only proves to blow my mind each and every day. She pays attention so much and it’s crazy. Well not in a bad way obviously but a way you didn’t think was possible.

So if we spend the night with each other it’s normally always at Devil May Cry because of my schedule. But I know she loves to host and cook a meal in her own place so I try to spend the nights I can at her place.

The first time I ever spent the night I kinda forgot to bring all my shower stuff. Man I was so mad and embarrassed. She noticed my annoyance with myself and asked what’s wrong. I explained it to her and all she did was grab my hand and drag me to the bathroom. In there she pulled out a basket under the sink filled with all the stuff I use. All I could do I stare at the basket.

She noticed my quietness and started quietly apologizing and explaining. “I’m sorry if this is weird. I just noticed all the products you used when I spend the night so I wrote them down. I know you are trying to spent more nights here so I wanted to make sure you were comfortable and if you ever forgot something you wouldn’t have to worry or stress. But again I’m really sorry if this is creepy or weird.”

I never even realized she took note of everything single thing I used. She put so much thought and effort into this. How could I ever think this is weird? It is so thoughtful and sweet. I did the only thing I could think of in the moment and kiss her.

We’ve kissed plenty of times but I tried to put so much gratitude behind it. I’ll never know if she felt that but I couldn’t help but thank her a million times. Her kind heart and beautiful mind always puts me first without a second hesitation. I hope I come off to her in the same way but I really do appreciate her more than anything. I am so happy she’s my girlfriend. We haven’t said it to each other yet but I really do love her.

Now you remember this. Again you didn’t know it meant so much to him. You’ve always known that he puts everyone before himself and tends to forget to take care of himself. All you wanted was to have a little safety net just in case he forgot. If he won’t look after himself, you always will.

But seeing he’s loved you since that moment and had those words on the tip of his tongue for a while makes you smile big. You’re on such a high reading these so you turn to the next page. This date again doesn’t stick out to you but you’re assuming most of these weren’t since this is about little things you’ve done.

Coming home was probably always my favorite part of the mission. I can get bored quite easily on missions especially if the demon is easy to kill. But ever since we got together, the best part is coming home to her. She basically has been living at Devil May Cry but I’ve been too much of a coward to ask her to move in.

For about four months into our relationship I didn’t have a long mission that kept me away longer than two or three days. But this time I was going to be gone for two weeks. She looked sad when I told her but she didn’t complain. She just said “I know you’re needed but please be safe and come back home.”

That gave me the biggest push to make sure I came back safe and in one piece. Normally with missions I didn’t care what happened because I always knew I could heal and I knew deep down no one was really worried about me. But now I had someone that did and I couldn’t bear the thought of her knowing something bad happened to me and I wouldn’t be coming home.

The mission was long and tiring. I was dragging myself back home. It was about two in the morning and I wasn’t expecting her to be up and at Devil May Cry. She normally stays at her apartment when I’m on a mission because she said it’s lonely there without me.

Once I finally got back I kicked open the door then locked it. I was greeted by her in the kitchen. We both froze when we saw each other not expecting to see each other in this moment. Then all I knew was she was in my arms holding me tightly. I asked her why she was up so late and what she was doing here.

“Well I was feeling lonely in my apartment. This place is nice because it reminds me of you and seeing all of your stuff makes me happy. But I was up because I was expecting you to be home later today so I wanted to get all the things ready to make you a sweet treat for when you got back. I taught myself how to make ice cream so I could make your sundae so I just finished making it and was putting it away.”

I hugged her tighter and didn’t stumble on my words when I asked her to move in. I know we haven’t been together for long but I need her with me. I need her in my home. I can’t have my home away from me and my physical home. She belongs here with me. When she hugged me tighter and said yes, I felt like everything in the world was right.

You smile brightly at his comment about how you’re his home and everything feels right when you’re around. You agree but obviously you think this with him in mind. He is your everything and the world hasn’t felt the same since you two got together because he is your world.

You look real quick to see how filled this notebook is. You run through the pages and see this whole thing is almost full. He’s done this without you knowing at all!? That’s crazy, you wonder when he does it.

You turn the page again and recognize this date. It was the date you two first said I love you to each other.

I’m lazy and everyone knows this. So with my laziness I don’t shave sometimes. I like my look with and without the stubble I grow. But sometimes the stubble bugs me and I just want it off. Of course the every time I went to do it today, something new came up that needed my attention.

By the time I finally had free time it was about eleven at night and I was tired. I took a quick shower but by the time I was done I really didn’t want to shave. When I got out of the shower she was standing there getting everything ready for me to shave. I told her I was too tired to do it and I’ll just let it grow.

She turned around and just simply told me, “Yeah I saw you were busy and now tired. I watched videos this afternoon about how to shave a beard so I could do it for you.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the sink. I think I shocked her because I picked her up and placed her on the counter. I knew she’d have an easier time shaving if she could reach and see my face closer. She got everything ready then started preparing me.

She put shaving cream on me the grabbed my razor. She lightly took my face in her hands and slowly worked. She was nervous you could tell by the little shake in her hand but she really wanted to help so I didn’t have the heart to tell her to stop. Especially when she learned how to do this for me.

When she was all done she put my aftershave and moisturizer on and smiled all happily while saying, “All done!”

I looked in the mirror and see she did great. I leaned my forehead against hers and thanked her before kissing her. After I pulled away I couldn’t help but tell her I love her. I know, I had her move in before I told her I love her. But I just had to tell her now. I couldn’t keep my love for her hidden anymore. She had to know.

I could tell she was shocked but then she smiled even brighter than earlier and easily told me that she loved me. It made my heart race. I couldn’t believe this perfect girl loved me and she was all mine. I really am the luckiest guy in the world.

At this you start crying. He has written so many beautiful things down to always remember them. Dante never hesitates to write something in here. He really is the best boyfriend you could ask for. He isn’t the luckiest, you’re the luckiest. This really makes you want to show him your memory book you’ve made with you two.

You failed to hear your name getting called but you hear Dante come into the closet.

“There you are! I thought you took a nap without me. Hey what do you got there?”

You freeze at the sudden voice and slam the notebook. You turn to face him and he sees the tears running down your face. Dante quickly rushes over freaking out, “What happened!? Why are you crying?”

He looks you up and down then sees it. The notebook. His eyes widen then snap to meet yours.

“Uh, so um- you found it?” Dante stumbles out.

You just nod and wrap your arms around his neck holding him close. He doesn’t hesitate to return the embrace but you can tell he’s nervous. Does he think you won’t like it?

“Dante I know this was suppose to be a secret but it made me so happy while reading it. Knowing you hold moments like these so dear to your heart is such an incredible feeling. I’m so lucky I can call you my boyfriend. I love you so much.”

Dante grips you tighter and kisses your temple. “Every second I get to spend with you is a second I don’t want to forget. You mean the world to me and I’m happy this showed that to you. Sorry I never told you about it, I just really wanted to write these down. But I’m the lucky one, I get an incredible woman like you to call my girlfriend. I love you more than you know baby.”

You pull back from the hug and place the notebook on the floor. You place your hands on his cheeks and pull Dante into a kiss. You’re pulling a card from his notebook and try to put all your emotions into the kiss. Sometimes words are hard and actions can convey what you’re thinking way better than words ever could.

Dante seems to be doing the same thing. The kiss is soft with so much love behind it. It fills you with such warmth and comfort. It’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket.

You two separate and just look at each other. “Dante?” You call out to him. He hums to have you ask your question.

“Can you keep writing about these moments?”

He just smile, “Of course. I love all our little moments and will always keep them in my heart.”

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthdaymonth Shana! Hope you have awesome birthday 🎂🥳 Would love some Psych, either Lassie (Shassie) centred or a contiuation of the abduction one!

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He lost his son five years ago.

Henry tries support groups at Karen's urging, the warning about what's likely to happen to him if he doesn't get the drinking under control unspoken but clear. He wonders if Fenich said something to her and tries not to feel too resentful about it. The groups don't do shit, just push him into a rage that reminds him too much of his grandfather. He cuts back on the drinking enough that no one can smell it on him anymore and that appears to be enough, thank god.

His job is all that he has left. And he still would have lost that if it weren't for Gus.

It was only a few months after Shawn went missing. Maddy was off on some work trip, saying the break would be good for them. Henry had mostly resigned himself to the divorce. He'd drank too much that night like he always did and when the doorbell had pierced through his pounding head he'd groaned and rolled off the couch. He stumbled to his feet and lurched over to the door, yanking it open in a desperation to make the doorbell stop. He looks down with bleary eyes and sees Gus standing in front of him, wide eyed. "You here for Shawn?" he yawns, already nudging the door open out of habit before he remembers.

Shawn's gone.

Gus swallows then nods. He'd stopped talking. The Gusters have already gone through two therapists. His sister insists he still talks to her, but it's possible she's just covering for him.

"What do you mean?" he asks, expecting Gus to take out the pen and notebook he's always carrying around with him. He needs to call his parents since they definitely don't know he's here. Ever since Shawn went missing, the Gusters haven't let Gus out of their sight. Henry can't blame them.

Except Gus swallows and says, "I overheard my parents talking. They say you're not doing good. I mean, well. Not doing well."

Henry looks down at him in shock. The last time he heard Gus's voice was when he'd told him they were calling off the search for Shawn, that they couldn't find him and he wasn't coming back. Gus had sobbed in his arms then, hit his chest, begged and yelled and been more out of sorts than any of them had ever seen him.

"Shawn loved you," he says and Henry doesn't even flinch at the past tense. "He was really proud of you and he'd want you to be okay."

If he had anything like pride left, he'd probably feel something about the hot tears on his cheeks. "He loved you too, Gus. He'd want you to be okay too."

Gus swallows and holds out his hand. "I'll try if you will."

"Alright," he says, because what the hell else is he supposed to say to that, to his son's best friend who has snuck away from his parents and broken his silence and is looking up at him with such earnest pleading. He shakes his hand. "Deal."

The Gusters are in hysterics when he gets them on the phone. But Gus starts talking again after that and Henry drinks a little less and it doesn't hurt as much as he'd thought it would.

Gus is a senior this year. Shawn would be too if he was alive.

The both of them have good days and bad ones.

"Henry!" He looks up. "Martha wants you in the interrogation room. She's got her anonymous tipper on the line."

He bites back a sigh. Martha's a good officer. She's also a recent transfer and is convinced that some guy who calls in with the occasional tip is the same one who used to call into her precinct in Boston and she's woven a whole conspiracy theory around it. She's been trying to get him interested for weeks, but frankly the whole thing sounds insane.

Karen nudges him in the side. "Come on, it'll at least get her off your back."

Or encourage her. "Fine."

They head down, peeking around the door. Martha's face lights up and she waves him and Karen in eagerly. He's just shut the door behind him when she puts down the receiver and switches it to speaker. "Can you repeat what you told me?"

"Again?" huffs an aggrieved, young male voice. "Aren't you supposed to be taking notes or something?"

Henry can't feel his knees.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but you if you wouldn't mind," Martha insists.

"Fine. You're wasting your time going after the family in the Robertson case, their performative grief is weird, I'll give you that, but they're just attention seekers. You need to talk to the maid, the jumpy one that's in the background of the newsclips. Look under her nails."

It's different, older, more mature, slower.

He stumbles over to the table, knocking over a pencil cup as he grabs a pen with a shaking hand. He writes over Martha's notes, who's looking at him like he's lost his mind, but he's never cared about anything less.

"How many hats?" she reads aloud dubiously.

"What's that going to help?" he asks, like always, intonation and whining just the same.

"Uh," Martha looks at him but has to hold onto the edge of the table to keep from passing out. "You never know what will help. How many hats are in the clip that you first noticed her nails?"

There's a moment of silence, then faint humming, and Henry can see Shawn closing his eyes and lifting his hand to his head like he always did when he was trying to remember something. "Red baseball cap, weird little outdated doilie looking thing on the maid, and the Mom had a black veil. Which isn't technically a hat," he adds, almost as soon as Henry thinks it. "But it she only wore it in two clips, it should narrow it down. Or you could stop wasting time and just call her in for questioning. You should take better notes."

The dial tone is a shock, snapping him out of it. "No! Shawn? Shawn!"

Martha is new, she doesn't know, he's sure someone told her about his dead son but probably not his name. Karen puts a tentative hand on his shoulder. "Henry, don't do this-"

"It was him," he insists. "I have to - I've got," he stops, runs a hand over his face, and says to Martha, "Get me everything you have on this. Everything."

"Okay?" she says, bewildered, and Karen is shaking her head and Henry doesn't waste time convincing her.

He makes it out to the car before he breaks, trying to control his breathing as he takes out his phone with shaking hands and dials a number that he only calls on Christmas and Shawn's birthday.

"Henry?" Maddy greets, voice understandably concerned. He hasn't talked to her sober in years. "What's wrong?"

He opens his mouth to answer, but all that comes out is a sob. It's as much of a surprise to him as it is to her. He raises a hand to his face and finds that he's crying.

"Oh god," she whispers and he hears her voice break. "Is this about - it's about Shawn, isn't it? Did you find - was he," she takes a deep, steadying breath. "Tell me it was quick, Henry, please."

He forces out, "You were right."

There's silence on the other end.

"I'm sorry," he says, because he should have listened to her, he should have looked harder, he doesn't know how this happened or what exactly is going on. "I'm so sorry, Mads, you were right."

She swallows. "Henry. Are you saying-"

"He's alive," he says, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "Our son's alive."

[captainjackscoat]

okay just went to see Thunderbolts* so, opinions under the cut :)

I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB I WOULD DIE FOR BOB

MY BOYYYYYY I WANT TO HUG HIM AND GIVE HIM AT LEAST ONE OF MY STUFFED TOYS. AND THEN TELL HIM HE IS SO LOVED. MY POOR BOB.

Solid 9/10.

Yelena was beautifully done, Ava was brilliant, Bob was OH MY GOD BEAUTIFULLY DONE, Walker was...

okay I am Walker's no.1 hater (fight me for it) and even I can say Wyatt did a brilliant job of that. Walker was well written and well played and I cannot fault that. However I still hate him. You can't blame me - he just has a punchable face.

EDIT HERE BC A COMMENT HAS INFORMED ME ALEXEI FUCKING SUCKS: My entire knowledge of Alexei before watching Thunderbolts* was that he was Yelena and Natasha's dad. Basically my entire memory of watching Black Widow is my dad identifying Smells Like Teen Spirit at the start. I was not aware Alexei was complicit in child trafficking, I now recognise he fucking sucks, and for moral reasons I hate him more than Walker. I'm still Walker's no.1 hater though like I've maintained this title, given to me by my father, for four years. I'm not dropping it now. So while I now hate Alexei, it's not going to change the fact that I hate Walker. I just hate Alexei more.

Taskmaster... I am a little disappointed about. i was really looking forward to more of her, and her death was just... why? I kept expecting her to show up and she didn't. It felt a bit flat. I didn't exactly miss her, as I have no emotional attachment to her like I do for Yelena, Bucky and Ava, but I felt she was not done justice.

Pausing writing this to inform anyone reading this that I am writing this with Yelena's voice in my head saying it. She's speaking my internal monologue now. It's quite funny.

Anyway.

I went into the film fully aware that the villain was Bob's insecurities, but I was. I was not ready enough. Oh my god. That was absolutely incredible. Bob's plot line on his own was 10/10 omfg. I'm still recovering from really, really shit mental health and it keeps coming back and the way mental health was handled in Thunderbolts* has made me feel seen in a way nothing else has. We watch mental health videos at school and I feel nothing, or I watch films that are entirely about mental health and yeah, okay, they're sad and they're good but I feel nothing. This? Nothing has explained it more than the Void. I have rarely hated any character more than I hated the Void, because in a weird fucking way, I know him. He's fictional, but he's also very, very real.

Florence Pugh's acting was phenomenal. I cannot praise her enough. The line "I have so many" broke something in me, I think. She was simultaneously heartbreaking, healing and hilarious and I fucking adored her. Also, kudos to the makeup department because she looked fucking incredible.

Kudos to the stunt doubles too. I love stunt doubles, y'all are awesome, and you were NOT pulling punches on this one.

Things I wished there was more of:

Bucky screen time. I know he was there a lot, but I felt like there was more Alexei than there was more Bucky, which makes sense but also I'm more of a Bucky fan so I WANT MORE BUCKY :(((((( also we were promised a film about Bucky and he was sidelined. I know this is being said a lot, and it's annoying as fuck, but it is true. He doesn't have any special reason for being a main character, but Sebastian Stan has worked his ASS off as Bucky and he is always the side guy for someone. Steve, Sam (although I do have things to say on him), now Yelena? Bucky needs his own time too.

Alpine. GIVE ME MY GIRL PLEASEEEEEEE MARVEL I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES GIVE ME MY CAT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-

Scenes of the team in their day to day life. We saw a snippet of Bucky, we saw half a glimpse of Alexei, and it wasn't enough. I am more interested in the daily lives of these guys than I am in half the shit with Valen-fucking-tina.

Speaking of Valentina, she continues to piss me off. I can't even like her because she's hot. She's a fucking cunt. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hate her more than I hate Walker. I would like more scenes of her being fucking DECIMATED please.

I was going to say I wanted more scenes of Mel being brave, but actually, we got enough. I really liked her. She wasn't any big hero, but she called the right person for help, and I think sometimes if that's the best you can do, that's being a hero in itself. So I love her, and I think she was incredibly brave for calling Bucky at all.

Right. Some people are gonna be pissed at me for this one, but Sam. I wanted more Sam. I'm going to step away for a second as a Sambucky shipper, and just be a Sam fan. Actually this needs its own section.

SAM. I understand that this is a film about the Thunderbolts*, and about Yelena and this group of people who aren't exactly perfect but they're heroes all the same etc etc. And I know people are angry that they're making the New Avengers without Sam because MARVEL is sidelining him, and I absolutely agree that he has been sidelined too much. He gets the shield, it goes to Walker. He gets it back, now Captain Carter is the famous captain. It's shit, and he's being treated like shit, and I'm so angry about it. But I think, in this instance, as much as it is absolutely shit, it kinda makes sense?. Valentina's character was always going to take credit for it, and so she was always going to try and make the New Avengers. I'm not saying it was inevitable, I'm saying that from a plot point of view, it makes sense. They've got Sam pissed about it, they've been setting up Sam's avengers for a while, and we can all see that. They aren't being subtle about it. I, for some fucking reason, have faith that Sam will get another few moments to shine at the very least, and he will lead his own Avengers. I don't think Bucky and Sam are fighting as much as you guys think they are. I honestly think it will be okay. Maybe not as peachy as we would like, but it will be okayish. Sam will get his team and his recognition, and Bucky will get... his team. Bucky gets a family, anyway.

Considering the main cast consisted of Bucky AND Walker, there should have at least been a reference to Sam. Again, not from a Sambucky POV (kinda from a sambucky pov but hey, I'm just a little pathetic gay. let me be biased). Okay, not ENTIRELY from a Sambucky POV. But anyway. Bucky is now TIED to Captain America. He has been Captain America's close friend (that hurt to type) TWICE. He is INTERTWINED with Captain America. And Walker's fall from grace is BECAUSE of Sam. You know what would have been good? Walker making an offhand comment about it and Bucky making a little comment defending Sam. Nothing big, just a REFERENCE. Sam is huge. He's Captain fucking America. He has been sidelined for far too long. He isn't just the Falcon now. Captain America, whoever holds that shield correctly, is the face of MARVEL. Sam Wilson is the face of MARVEL and if there is a film that has characters who are that close to him? He should be mentioned. Not just because I want him to be, but because he deserves to be.

Anyway my main issues were Taskmaster's death, Bucky not getting enough screen time, Sam not getting so much as a crumb, a lack of Alpine, and not getting enough of the team's daily lives. Valentina getting punched in the face would just be a wonderful bonus.

Overall, a brilliant movie. Highly recommend. I cried, so that tells you it's worth something. Go watch it, if only for Bob and Yelena and Bucky on a motorbike.

(EVERY SCENE BUCKY WAS IN WAS SEXY AS FUCK. THIS IS THE REASON I'M NOT A FULL TIME LESBIAN BECAUSE HOLY SHIIIIIIIT HE WAS HOT.)

(SO WAS FLORENCE PUGH ACTUALLY LIKE GODDAMN GIRL WHAT WERE YOUR PARENTS PACKING????? I'M SO FUCKING GAY OH MY GOD YOU GO QUEEN, SLAYING LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY. FUCK YES.)

Very good movie. Not enough Sam, Bucky or Alpine. Much good other things though. Very good. Very very good. Holy fucking shit. I would die for Bob.

Okay I'm done now bye enjoy your day as much as you can, hydrate, take your meds, get at least six hours sleep, and you're doing great just by being awake, okay love you <3

[castieldelamancha]

Dean hits the side of the vending machine getting more and more frustrated with each passing second. He pointedly ignores the pain he can feel in his hand now.

Inside the machine the chocolate bar he has been trying to get for the last ten minutes stares back smugly at him. It doesn't even have eyes to stare back, or a face to look smug, but Dean can feel its condescending judgment anyway, same as those stale chips watching from the second row that probably expired back in 1986.

"All these stupid motels with their stupid, ancient, vending machines." He mutters.

He is well aware in some corner of his tired brain he isn't this mad about something as insignificant as a damn chocolate bar, he is frustrated because he hasn't slept more than two hours in a row, he is angry because neither him nor Sam seem to know what they are after, the trip here was long and the case seems overly complicated.

Right when he is about to give up with an exhausted sigh and go back to their room to stare at their files again, he hears that telltale flutter of wings he is so familiar with at his back.

He turns around, his exhaustion and frustration all but forgotten at the sight of Cas.

He looks tired too, but he is smiling at Dean, that small, private thing he has only for Dean and that makes his eyes shine bright. His trench coat is a bit wrinkled, as is the white shirt he is wearing underneath, he is not wearing a tie today, and Dean hopes Cas isn't annoyed at him for taking the blue one he prefers to use with him the last time they saw each other to wear it with his fed suit.

Cas doesn't say anything, he does stares past Dean at the offending vending machine, squinting his eyes at it, Dean turns around once more to look at it too when he hears the sound of something falling on the tray at the bottom.

"My hero," he exclaims, a little out of breath, he had wanted it to come out as amused but he sounds too in love for the joke to land, "thanks babe." He throws a glance and a cheeky wink at Cas over his shoulder before bending down to retrieve his loot. "Awesome." He had been sure he had lost his money and the chance to get any food but Cas has miracled him a bunch of bars and some water.

They could debate if his grace was intended to be used this way and then Cas would get that intense look on his face and say some shit like "it was created to help humans, to care for them, and I love doing those things for you, no better use for my grace, Dean." and Dean would get all teary-eyed and he is too tired for all of that.

He simply stands straight again and looks at Cas.

"Of course, Dean, always." He always, always, replies that to Dean whenever he shows he is thankful.

Dean transfers all the drinks and food he is carrying to the crook of his elbow, freeing one hand that he closes around Cas' own hand, allowing the angel to tangle their fingers together and slowly rock their hands back and forth as they walk back to Dean and Sam's room.

"You gonna stay for a while or is this just a quick visit? Because, huh, we need some new ideas and perspective for this case and all," he wants to smack himself, this is Cas, for goodness' sake, no need to act like a nervous teenager with a crush, he can just tell him 'it would be nice to have you around.' and Cas would be delighted.

Luckily for him Castiel's inability to read any human interaction or its meaning doesn't apply to Dean's own lacking communication skills, he just smiles again and nods once, "I would love to be of assistance." and what he means is 'it would be nice to be around you too.' Dean's heart can't almost take it.

"Cool, gotta tell Sam to get his own room, though."

[losver07]

lmao it's fine i wouldnt care much about repeating tbh, i think slowing down a bit might be good for me :)

"why am i always sick? well you see, every full moon i— seriously mate i have a fucking chronic illness, and you have a problem with being nosey. god, i'm not allowed to break bones anymore? for fucks sake"

i mean please look at him and tell me that's not a baby version of timothee. like a special edition lmaoo

oof yea i get that :((

yeah!!! like it happens to me with writing & drawing, my hand just doesn't wanna pick a side lol

obv it makes sense babe we share a braincell

yuppp she's lowkey crazy so it's fun to hear from my bedroom lmao. anyway they've broken up now so ig i won't see her until..... tomorrow probably (and then three days later aprox they'll break up again, so fun)

YES have you seen futurama cause i think there's a chapter where they have a time machine and it's like. the same shit over and over again. like there's a ton of liberty statues buried one on top of each other. gosh that show is my childood

AXOLOTLS ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!! and yea moles are awesome. i identify as a mole when im out in the sun (astigmatism)

oh definitely we should french revolutionise her. and yup the stuff she says does not even make sense?? like did an actual human being say that??? idk it makes me depressed tbh she's having a huge economical impact in the worst stuff when she could be donating to orgs that at least don't harm anybody. like ok, you don't like trans ppl. fine. you can donate to OTHER stuff. idk, help orphan children? she should care about them taking into account hp.

i honestly think she's just stubborn and wants to piss us all off. i took a look at her birth chart some time ago and i think she's a leo so yea. she think she the loudest roarer but we used to screamin our lungs out!!!!

↑ idk what that was i just woke up if you couldn't tell :)

i mean how could i reject a cute doggo pic.....

YES IM CONVINCED ITS THEIR REINCARNATION!!!

lmaooo im suuuuch a shakespeare (im not i say dumb shit so the occasional smart shit sounds exceptional)

YAY ill be listening tomorrow hehehee

lol no please god i cannot let my tumblr comments be better than my actual writing jsbckdbckd

okay i can confirm the brush is not that bad. but the expensive ones last years and this one is probably gonna last two months at best (again, can't complain for 4€)

REMUS REEINCARNATION???? we need to find the rest. it's a quest.

sorry did i hear shark tooth collection???? 1. yes that smells like neurospice 2. THAT IS SO FUCKING COOL WTF

in my case i think both my parents have something going on lol, like i very clearly got the ocd from my mum but my dad has over 2k books and probably around 100 game consoles at home so..... (also he has like 6 copies of the divine comedy which is fun cause of course you need six of em dad, sure)

anyway not complaining cause i can play street fighter in a big ass arcade machine :)

not sims but if i wake up from a coma and they tell me i've been dreaming everything since 2020 i would fully believe it. literally every single aspect of my life changed that year. crazy. a lil too crazy...

nuh uh i totally didn't adapt my fashion sense to a fandom.... that's embarrassinggggg......

WE THE FUKIN BEST!!!!

oh shit we already do that LMAO, i have one w a wolf howling at the moon (cause we're cubs but also.... rjl) and one w just the cover of the dark side of the moon. and i have a bowie one in my scarf but that's second hand shopped i fear. we have a lot of meme pins it's scarily funny (the most popular one is the "I DONT SELL COOKIES" one)

you ARE a disney princess like whatttt that's so sweet!!! poor birdie i hope it's okay :(

this is one of the best interactions in the history of tumblr btw. like wtf

"my child is fine" ma'am your child prioritises memorising every single full moon that happened in 1975 over their schoolwork

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Scribblenaut

Debut: Scribblenauts

Scribblenauts is a game about everything! Everything's in there! Well, a lot of things are. They don't have Earthworm! What's the deal with that? Trying to summon an Earthworm will spawn a Tapeworm instead. I know it's a lot of work to add so many assets to a game, but I would really expect Earthworm to be added before Tapeworm, you know? It's a much more beloved worm. But I'm not complaining, just musing! Most games don't even get one tapeworm. I don't even get one tapeworm. Some people get all the luck!

It's very possible that you could have played Scribblenauts before, yet have never seen this character. And yet, this is The Scribblenaut! Is this who this is all about? No, it's not. But once upon a time, it would have been!

The Scribblenaut, as we know it, is a design that was originally worked on with the intention of being the game's protagonist. The Scribblenaut would have traveled across planets, helping their inhabitants, hence the name! This kind of roboty astroguy is a very Me design, so of course I would have been just fine if it ended up being the hero! However, the game's concept shifted, and with it so did the design. Any semblance of a story was removed, and you know what they say! "All's well that macks well"!

They say this because now Maxwell was the protagonist! While I love Scribblenaut, Maxwell is a really great design, and a great main character. Human and relatable, though with a rather eccentric outfit, and an iconic little smirk. This kid has the ability to do anything, you'd better believe he'd at least be MILDLY cheeky while doing so!

And that was the end of Scribblenaut (character)'s story, over before it ever actually began. Like it was absorbed by a twin in the womb. But this was only the beginning of its implications!

This here wispy-doodle is called monstermagic! It's formatted in game with an @ in front, but I don't want to ping some random blog that has not posted since 2014. (On that note, 2014 is closer to this blog's creation than the date of this post's publishing is!) Monstermagic comes from the monstergun, and these things have weirdly formatted names because they are not meant to be used by the player, who cannot type @ signs using the in-game keyboard. With some sufficient sneakery, though, the player can spawn these objects, including monstermagic, which transforms a human into a random monster on contact!

Why is this relevant? Because Scribblenaut is one of the possible monsters! This is no mere human in a suit, this is a CREATURE, some kind of alien or robot or who knows what. That's awesome! The one downside of the design was the implication that there might be a boring old human in that suit, but we know that is NOT the case! It's even in the "Mythical Creatures" avatar pack in Scribblenauts Remix, alongside other creatures, such as Mime.

Despite this, there is still the implication that one can Become a Scribblenaut. The 100% completion reward in the first game is the Scribblenaut as an avatar, as if Maxwell finally attained this elusive rank! Though, it seems like over time, this concept faded away, and "Scribblenaut" took on a less formal definition, with Maxwell's entire family being referred to as Scribblenauts. Perhaps the real Scribblenauts were the random kids who stole our identities and relegated us to mere cameos along the way...!

[lettherebelightzine]

Hi everyone! Applications to the zine have been going great and the team has been very impressed with all the awesome work submitted thus far!

As pages start getting filled up, the team has expressed an interest in seeing more applications featuring a wider range of the moralton cast. The characters with the highest volume of applications are currently Orel & Clay! That's not a surprising result, but we do want to showcase more than just them, so remember: you can and are encouraged to apply with multiple ideas!

We won't police how it is you apply, but the team is keeping an eye out for more characters outside of the nuclear puppington household!

Lastly, the theme that has had the most applications has been reflection so ideas you have with the themes of refraction or emission would be a good idea to start submitting!

Thanks again moraltons! Hope to see more of your amazing work soon!

[nab3rries]

i'll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies

yeah, awesome, right?

                             ( homemade dynamite, lorde )

                          🂱           golden trio reality introduction………..:::

       born to ada tombs and a father of unknown whereabouts on the 26th of july 1980, alie tombs has always had the soul of an adventurer. the metamorphmagus would always find a way to wander off, which her mother got used to only after the girl (at the age of eight) had gone off to investigate some shiny pebbles on the pavement for the tenth time in the week (it was tuesday). alie has never been a good friend for the faint of the heart——always purposefully inserting herself into some mess, some sort of adventure, and laughing in the concerned faces of her loved ones afterwards.

‘i wouldn’t have done it if i was unprepared!’ she would exclaim.

well, alie, your mother who has barely lived a third of her very long witch lifespan doesn’t know that, does she? …………………..moving on.

alie has always seemed like she was a little bit of god a little bit of angel and a little bit of human combined. she has always been powerful and she has always been weird as fuck. ‘she talks to the bloody bugs in the bloody forbidden forest!’ said ron weasley, probably. ‘leave her be!’ responded hermione granger or luna lovegood in wildly different tones, probably. the girl is so keen on mapping the entire forbidden forest that she created a spell to read her books out loud to only her so that she can get into trouble without losing out on reading time. she has incredible potential to be a prankster, which the weasley twins definitely plan on doing something with. she loves a little bit of a curse, a little bit of a hex, a jinx, which draco malfoy unfortunately knows about (she hates his guts! for good reason too!).

she is also ridiculously curious about most things for a gryffindor, which caught the attention of one tom riddle (more on that later). she wants to study whatever magic has to offer, similar to how physicists study subatomic particles in CERN. she wants to investigate all things archaic, to explore, to understand….. it is no surprise that she wants to be an archeologist (or curse breaker. more or less the same thing. more on that later too, but perhaps another day).

despite the divided opinions on her personality, most can agree that she is free in a way most people aren’t: she does whatever she wants and makes sure nobody can say anything about it. how people say it….. well that differs. professor snape prefers the word ‘impertinent’. her best friends, ron and hermione prefer ‘daring’. her arch-nemesis tom riddle prefers ‘reckless’ or ‘headstrong’ or ‘madcap’. he finds her amusing. actually, lets get onto whatever’s going on with those two, shall we?

    you see, alie tombs met draco malfoy at madam malkin’s robes for all occasions in diagon alley before even getting on the train to hogwarts and promptly decided that she would NOT be sorted into slytherin, against all odds if needed. and the odds were that the sorting hat was very keen on sorting her into the damn snake den, but she said ‘no’ and the hat miraculously listened. what does this have anything to do with tom riddle and alie tombs, you say? well. tom riddle has slytherin energy vibrating out of his every single strand of hair perfectly gelled into place. and alie tombs? well, you would never think that the hat wanted her in slytherin——she is courageous and determined like nobody else. tom and alie? they’ve always butted heads. not in the way draco and alie have, no, this has always meant a bit more. always striking up an argument in the hallways, trying to one up each other in classes, irritating each other willingly so that they can have the others eye on them for longer, to have each others attention for a couple more minutes. they’ve been obsessed with each other for longer than they like to admit.

she likes his hair and his stupid smug smirk and hates his hair and stupid smug smirk. she wants to punch him with a kiss. she wants to make him trip with a jinx so that she can see his exasperatedly-amused-but-also-slightly-irritated face. she wants to say a bold-faced-lie to him just to see him raise that perfect eyebrow and to have him amusedly question her with that tone of his that annoys her so much. he likes her pretty laughter and the mischief that twinkles in her eyes and hates her pretty laughter and the mischief that twinkles in her eyes. he wants to cast the tickling charm on her just to hear her shocked laughter and to face the brunt of her prickly attitude afterwards. its all very lovesick and obsessive and they’re annoying freaks for the rest of hogwarts castle, because how are they not fucking already???????

let us pray that they get their shit together soon. there are many bets placed already .

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the dumbass but also very smart, reckless but somehow formulates plans from a to z the moment things go terribly wrong, favorite colour is pink but her patronus is a crow energy of my dr self is quite difficult to write, but here’s to hoping that this introduction was nice enough. i got inspired and wanted to share a bit about it hahah. i’ve been focusing a lot on my other hogwarts reality on this tumblr but i can never forget this reality. i’m genuinely unhinged here. its very fun. i’ll be signing off now…………… BYE

[ladyloveandjustice]

I've been reading some older Batman stories and I love how in Batman #20 Bruce actually loses custody of Dick because a lawyer says 'this man is too much of a SLUTTY PARTY BOY to take care of this child" and it works. Bruce's like 'darnit I can't tell them I'm only a slut because of my secret identity!!!"

Bruce is SO SAD without his son, look at him sitting alone moping in front of his fireplace.

It's kind of neat how this story had the "Batman needs a Robin" themes like, so early on. As if Bill Finger was somehow anticipating years of discourse .

"HOW CAN I LIVE WITHOUT THAT BOY'S STUPID-ASS PUNS!"

Literally if Robin goes away Batman gets so depressed he can't even fight. This is like the whole breakdown after Jason died and Tim's entire thesis about Robins condensed into two panels. It's really interesting to see an early comic go "yeah Batman used to work alone, but now that he has Robin, he needs him. Why would you want him to be alone again? He's a mess without him, There's no joy in that."

"YOUR STUPID FUCKING PUNS ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS ON EARTH AND NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE"

BTW the people who've taken custody of Dick are his EVIL uncle and aunt, who only did it so they could get some money out of Bruce.

And Bruce is like "oh man whatever will I do about this :("

"omg I literally forgot I'm Batman and I fight criminals. Alfred what would I do without you reminding me about things like this". See this is why you could never kill off Alfred he's always been the braincell of this family. (I also love Bruce's yellow cravat here)

I thought it would be revealed that this wasn't really Dick's uncle or something, but no! Dick had an evil uncle that heard his brother was murdered along with his wife, orphaning his nephew, and then his nephew got taken in by a millionaire and was like "awesome I can make money off of this". Comics love bringing old characters back, I'm surprised I've never seen one bring back Dick's evil uncle for the drama. I need to see modern Bruce Wayne battle for custody.

"Sir I know Bruce Wayne is a slut but he's also a good father. Also he's super cool and smart." "well I trust your judgement Batman"

Bruce is like "I could never make a deal with crooks" but then has no problem tricking the judge by testifying for himself in court lmao.

but the funniest thing about this story is they just...do it all over again in issue 57? See under the cut.

They were literally like "well it's been long enough they won't know we already did this" and we get version that doesn't involve Dick's evil uncle, it's someone Bruce exposed for running a phony charity just wanting to make him suffer, thinking that losing his son would hurt him more than killing him.

like they just want to throw Dick in an orphanage. This one does put a little more work into arguing for Bruce as a bad guardian, they make it look like he got into a fight at a nightclub etc.

But yes, Bruce does testify for himself in court as Batman all over again, in person this time.

champion of the law.

The empty Batman suit here is so disturbing. why.

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hii, I recently became OBSESSED with Spencer Agnew from smosh, and I was hoping for a story that would fill my heart about him. I try and try to find something where he dates ethnic people but can't find anything (I'm Mexican) I want something about, reader owns a restaurant and he becomes a regular, and we hit it off. Something very real. I own a small restaurant so this is something I be daydreaming about a lot 💀

(I don't want to be that person but I want spiciness too but I understand if you don't like crossing that line you just write him so good!!!)

Come Here Often? || Spencer Agnew x mexican!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist  ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆

summary: when spencer becomes a regular at your restaurant, you begin to form a relationship

word count: 3.1k

warnings: implied smut, language, i’m not mexican so i hope i did ok

a/n: *cue that intro music in crazy in love* i’m baaack! i am so so sorry this took me like 4718 business days to get to but i hope it was worth the wait? anyways i’m so stoked to be back writing fics again!! i don’t write smut so i just made this fade to black, hope you still enjoy. gn!reader. mexican!reader but this fic is for everyone xx

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     “(Y/n), there are two customers waiting but we’re all full. What should I tell them?” A voice said from behind you.

     You turned around, seeing your hostess looking at you. “Tell them there’s a thirty minute wait.”

      “I tried. Multiple times—but they said they wanted to speak to the owner so…”

     You sighed. “Ok, let’s go.”

     You followed the hostess out to the front where an angry looking woman and what must have been her husband stood.

     “Finally,” the woman threw her arms up. “Someone with some real power here. Are you aware your employee is refusing to seat me and my husband?”

     You steeled yourself for this conversation. “Señora, as you can see we are all full. If you’d like to wait another half and hour or so—”

     “I don’t think you’re understanding me,” the woman said. “I’d like to be seated now.”

     You plastered a smile on your face. You heard the bell on the front door jingle behind the woman. Great, another customer, just what you needed. 

     “I understand that,” you said. “But unfortunately, our tables are all—” 

     “Excuse me, but do you know who I am?” The woman jabbed a finger at you. 

     Your eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry?”

     “Let me enlighten you then,” the woman sneered. “I am—”

     “A massive Karen?” a voice behind her interrupted. 

     The Karen in question turned around slowly and you were given a view of the man who had spoken. He put his hands in his pockets as the woman glared at him. 

     “What did you say?”

     “Oh sorry, you probably can’t hear me under all that hairspray,” he said, almost smiling. “I said you’re a Karen.”

     Her husband let out a cough that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. 

     “I’ll have you know—” she started, but the man interrupted.

     “Look, they said there’s a wait so either wait or go somewhere else,” he shrugged.

     The woman huffed, grabbing her husbands arm. “Let’s go, Howard. Don’t think my lawyer won’t be hearing about this.”

     With that, she was gone, shooting daggers at you as she let the door shut behind her. 

     The man who had challenged her rolled his eyes, calling after her. “Whatever, Draco Malfoy.”

     He smiled at you conspiratorially, stepping towards you and shrugging. “Rich people.”

     You smiled back. “I could’ve handled that, you know.”

     “Oh I have no doubt you’re a total badass, but I’ve kinda had that Malfoy joke just waiting in the chamber so…”

     You chuckled. “Well, gracias. I’d offer you a table, but as you know, we’re packed.”

     “I don’t mind waiting. This place looks dope—send the owner my regards, or whatever people say.”

     You smiled. “You’re speaking to them—I’m actually the owner.”

     “Dude, no way. That’s so awesome that you own this place. So you’re like, your own boss.”

    You finally let yourself look over him as he spoke. Your gaze traveling from his curls to the glasses that sat atop his face to the jean jacket and cargo pants he wore. He put his hands back in his pockets, one leg crossing over the other. 

     You caught yourself checking him out and quickly looked up. 

     “Um, yeah I guess I am,” you recovered. “This has been my dream since I was young. Dealing with people like that ‘Karen’, as you called her? Less of the dream.”

     He chuckled, gasping dramatically. “No! But seriously, you should get a sign or something. Y’know, like the pool ones. ‘We don’t come to your wine bunko night so you don’t come to our upstanding establishments’ or something. We could workshop it.”

     You laughed. “You’re funny.”

     “Somehow I’ve made a career out of it,” he shrugged. When you raised an eyebrow he continued. “I work for a comedy company—Smosh. We do stuff on YouTube. ”

      “Wow, that’s so cool,” you told him. “So you’re famous then?”

     “I mean, I am ranked 8,267th on famous birthdays so you tell me.”

     “You keep track?” You joked.

     “For the sake of my aura let’s just say that was a random guess,” Spencer said, scratching the back of his neck. 

     “One which I will now be fact checking later,” you said. 

     He shrugged. “Go ahead. I already lost enough aura making a Harry Potter reference in the year of our lord 2025. I’m Spencer, by the way, Spencer Agnew. Y’know, for when you google me later.”

     “(Y/n). It’s nice to meet you,” you reached out your hand.

     Only after you did it did you internally smack yourself—what was this, a corporate meeting? But his mouth just quirked up into a smile as he took your hand. Your hand lingered in his a moment before you pulled back, straightening your top. 

     “Right back at you,” Spencer answered. “It’s not every day I get to come face to face with an entrepreneur.” 

     “It’s not every day I get to meet a famous  comedian,” you said. 

     The hostess cleared her throat. You were immediately brought back to reality. Up until now, you’d almost forgotten she was here. That anyone was here for that matter. You’d gotten so caught up in talking to Spencer that you’d momentarily forgot about your responsibilities. 

     “Right well, I’d better get back,” you said. “An entrepreneur’s work is never done.”

     “I don’t doubt it,” he nodded.

     “But feel free to wait,” you added. “Unless you’re a Karen in disguise.

     “You got me,” Spencer played along. “There’s a blonde bob under this.”

     He pretended to pull his hair off his head like it was a wig. 

     “This is why I need a sign,” you said.

     “I’ll start working on it right now.” Spencer smiled, going to sit in one of the chairs by the door, crossing his legs.

     “So this means I do get your business?”

     He nodded, looking up at you. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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     A week later, you saw him again. You were making your rounds, checking to make sure everything was running smoothly when he walked up to the reception desk. He came in with a few other people this time but you recognized him immediately. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as you remembered your last encounter.

     It hadn’t been long but you’d been thinking about him ever since. He was so easy to talk to. And he was funny and charming and it didn’t hurt that he was cute as hell.

     He looked around the restaurant, saying something to his friends and your eyes raked over him. You quickly shook off your momentary distraction and you were just about to look away when he caught your eye. His eyes lit up and he waved. It was as if your feet moved of their own accord and  were drawn to him. You had no choice but to walk over. 

     “Hola señor,” you greeted him. 

     “We meet again,” Spencer said. 

     “That’s not really an act of fate, you did come back into my restaurant.”

     “Ok you got me,” he held up his hands. “But your specials were so good I had to bring these guys.”

     He gestured to three of his friends. 

     “Hola,” you greeted them, smiling at Spencer’s party. “Do you all work together?”

     “Yeah,” he said. 

     “So you’re all comedians too,” you observed.

     “Most of us,” Spencer whispered dramatically, gesturing to the woman next to him and shaking his head. 

     “Hey!” She exclaimed in outrage, smacking his arm. 

     The man on Spencer’s other side laughed loudly.

     “(Y/n), this is Angela, Chanse, and Shayne,” Spencer introduced them. “Guys, this is (Y/n).”

     You exchanged hellos with Spencer’s group. You were about to grab the menus and tell them you’d lead them to their table but Spencer broke the momentary lull in conversation. 

     “Hey, I see you still haven’t got that anti-Karen sign up,” he commented.

     “You said you were making it,” you told him. “And I’ve been busy.”

     “Yeah dude, this place is almost as packed as last time,” Spencer noticed, glancing around the room. “You must be swamped. Do you always personally greet your customers or should I be honored that its happened to me twice?” 

     You fought the warmth creeping up to your cheeks. You shrugged. “We’re short-staffed.”

     “Short-staffed?” The woman behind Spencer—Angela—repeated, chuckling. “Things in Spencer’s Tinder bio.”

     “Angela!” The man next to her—Chanse—scolded. “This is why we can’t take you anywhere.”

     “Well excuse me for being well-versed in observational comedy,” Angela replied.

     “I don’t think that’s what that—” Another man—Shayne—started, but Spencer turned around to speak to them.

     “Dude, don’t make me go all dad and make you guys wait in the car,” he whisper- yelled. He turned back to you. “Sorry, there’s a gas leak where we work so…”

     You just laughed. “Don’t be.”

     Then you leaned toward Angela. “I thought it was funny.”

     “Yes!” Angela pumped her fist, sticking her tongue out Chanse and then flipping of Spencer. “See bitches, I am a comedian!”

     Spencer feigned offense, looking at you like he was betrayed. “Damn ok, I thought we were friends.”

     “That depends on how well you tip,” you said.

     “Shayne how well do I tip?” Spencer said out of the side of his mouth.

      Shayne sighed and pulled out his wallet. “I don’t know, twenty-five percent?” 

     “Twenty-five percent,” Spencer repeated to you.

      You rolled your eyes at him, but you wouldn’t help the grin on your face. “Amigos it is then.”

     “Does that get me some sort of discount?” Spencer asked.

     “Nice try. I don’t think my boss would be too happy about that.”

     “Aren’t you—” 

     “Yes and I don’t think I would be too happy about it,” you retorted.

     “Well your boss is no fun,” Spencer played along. “But, on an unrelated note, they are working those pants.”

     You giggled. “I’ll make sure to pass along the message. But I’m sure they’d say thank you and that they think your jacket is bonito.”

     “Bro knows what I’m wearing? Sounds like a creep.”

      “Oh they definitely are,” you teased. “Can I take you to your table.”

     “Lead the way,” Spencer said.

     You turned around and began walking them to a table towards the back. You thought you heard whispering behind you but when you turned around all of them were just smiling at you.

     “This one ok?” You asked, stopping.

     Spencer adjusted his glasses. “Actually no and my husband’s on the city council so I—”

     “Legally I can kick you out,” you threatened.

     Spencer put his hands up in surrender. “Kidding, kidding. This is great.”

     “Perfect. Your server will be with you shortly, but if you need anything ask for me. You know, since we’re short staffed and apparently we’re friends.”

     Spencer grinned. “Apparently.”

     As they sat down and you walked away you thought you heard Spencer say to his group. “See? Told you me and the owner were tight.”

    You rolled your eyes but you were smiling as you walked farther towards the back of the restaurant, pausing to take one last glance back at Spencer. 

     There was no denying it now—you were completely down bad for Spencer Agnew.

     Lord, give you strength. 

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     Before long, not a week went by that you didn’t see Spencer. Sometimes multiple days in a row. Sometimes with friends, sometimes alone. 

     It was nearing a month since you’d first met him, and you tried to convince yourself that this had to mean something—you really hoped, at least. He was by far your most frequent customer. But other than have casual conversations with you and make eye contact with you across the room, he’d never exactly made a move. 

     He could have just enjoyed the food or liked supporting small businesses and the attraction was entirely one-sided on your part. 

     Right now, he was sitting at a table towards the front with the people you’d come to know as Amanda, Shayne, Courtney, and Kiana. 

     You passed by their table, which definitely had everything to do with the fact that you wanted to see how everything was tasting and nothing to do with the fact that you just wanted an excuse to talk to him.

     “How’s my favorite customer doing?” You asked brightly.

     “I am doing fantastic!” Amanda answered.

     “Dude, she meant me,” Spencer scoffed. “Please tell me you meant me otherwise this is really embarrassing.”

     You chuckled. “I meant all of you. But I guess no one else has come in 8,267 times—I should really put your picture on the wall.”

     “I see what you did there. And I’d be honored,” Spencer said, taking a sip of his drink. “As long as you get my good side.”

     “Which is every side,” Kiana added.

     “I mean I was gonna be all nonchalant and humble but you heard the woman,” Spencer shrugged. “But hey, I guess I’m a regular Barney Stinson.”

     “Hey, can we get some more chips when you get a chance,” Courtney asked you. “Shayne ate the whole basket.”

     Shayne tried to defend himself but his mouth was full of said chips and everyone laughed.

     “I’ll get right on it,” you told her, starting to walk away.

      “Uh, wait!” Spencer called you.

     “If this is about the picture—”

     “No,” he told you. “No, I just—I wondered if—I mean, I think—Is there any chance—”

     He looked like he wanted to say something else but he settled on, “—that you could bring some salsa out with the chips.”

     “Sure,” you said, nodding as you turned and went to go relay the information to the kitchen. 

     “Duuuude,” you heard Shayne say.

     “I know, I know.” Spencer sighed.

     “You were so close!” Kiana’s voice added.

     You wondered what that was about. You put it out of your mind as you walked to the back of the house, making a quick stop in the kitchen before you made your way to your office.

     Well, the closet with a desk in it that you made into your office. 

     Shutting the door and sitting down, you pondered your relationship with Spencer as you sat and tried to get some work done. 

     It definitely seemed like he liked you—you were friends at least. But maybe that’s all it was. Maybe this was just how he acted with all of his friends. You didn’t know him that well. He could have just been nice.

     But that didn’t stop you from wanting it to be more. 

     The minutes passed by as you were lost in thought, the only sound the ticking of a clock on the wall.

     Until the sound of the door opening snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up to find none other than Spencer standing in the doorway. 

     Speak of the devil. You had to blink a couple times to make sure it was actually him and not just a figment of your imagination, your previous thoughts about him somehow summoning him 

     He backed up awkwardly, apologizing. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I thought this was the bathroom I swear,” Spencer said, putting his hands up. “I promise I’m not a creep just lurking around and shit.”

     “No worries, my boss is a creep remember? I’m used to it,” you teased. “The bathroom’s one more door down on the left, by the way.”

     “Thanks,” he said but he made no move to leave. You stood up from your desk and took a step towards him. 

     “I can show you, if you want,” you prompted.

     He looked like he had been snapped out of a trance. “No its—I’ll be fine. Sorry again for accidentally barging into your office.”

     You smiled, deciding to tease him. “And here I was thinking you just wanted to see me.”

     “God forbid a guy has no sense of direction,” Spencer joked but then he looked down, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say his cheeks looked slightly pink. “Seeing you is just an added bonus.”

     He took a step towards you. He looked like he was debating saying something and then he finally spoke. 

     “I mean, I think it’s not really a secret how I feel about you,” he mumbled.

     Your heart rate picked up as your gaze snapped to his. He looked up at you. 

    “What?” You asked breathlessly. 

     “I mean, I’ve come to your restaurant like 12 times in the past month,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “I figured I was pretty obvious. Don’t get me wrong, the food’s great, but that’s not why I keep coming back.”

      “So it’s for the charming atmosphere then?” You joked weakly.

     “(Y/n),” he stopped you, taking a step in your direction. “I really like you. I think you’re cool and funny and super successful and you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen and—”

     But he didn’t get to finish the rest because you closed the distance between you, kissing him. 

     It only took a moment, and then he kissed you back, his hand coming up to cup your face as your hands tangled in his hair. 

     After what felt like seconds or maybe an eternity, he pulled back. “Damn, I’m glad this is the way this turned out because my bank account’s taken a serious hit.”

     You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, running a finger down his chest. “You mean Shayne’s bank account.”

     Spencer laughed and then shook his head. “You have no idea, I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks but all I came up with were a bunch of food-themed pick up lines that were cheesy as hell—pun intended.” 

     “Well I’d love to hear them sometime,” you said. 

     “Yeah?” 

     “Not really, I just want an excuse to see you again—off the clock this time,” you answered.

     “Yeah, I’d—I’d like that a lot.” 

     He paused. 

     “Well, I guess I should get back before my friends think I’m violently sick or something,” Spencer said, making no move to leave. 

     You knew he was right. He needed to rejoin his table and you had work to get back to. And yet you didn’t want him to leave. 

     “Or—” You said. 

     “Or?”

     You didn’t know what possessed you to do it but you looked to your side at your desk and slid all of the items to the floor in one dramatic sweep.

     Spencer raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

     “I mean, mostly I’ve just always wanted to do that,” you told him, a mischievous glint in your eye. “But I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”

     Spencer nodded, kicking the door shut  behind him, his eyes never leaving you. Traveling from your eyes to your lips to your  body. 

     “Well then, who am I to argue,” he shrugged, closing the distance between you and pushing you up against the desk.

     “You are the boss.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope I enjoyed loves!! more stuff coming soon 💋

[alexanderlightweight]

Your writing is awesome as always! Hope you are enjoying writing it as much as I am reading it - Because its a hell of a lot! Also prompt for you if you like! SfW or NSfW is fine - Alec writing all sorts of lists about Magnus so he remembers things - Things he wants to do with Magnus, ideas to run past him, things to ask him, ideas for gifts, things to thank Magnus for, etc. Possibly with Magnus finding and annotating the lists?

thank you so much!!!

also this is, kind of a mishmash of this prompt I hope? I think? I feel like i'm writing fine but when I try to communicate today my words go all wonky.

but also yes I am enjoying it very much and if you're enjoying it as much as I am than that is a very extreme amount and i'm glad to share the joy! because I seriously thrive more when I write malec and while I do have those moments of being tired and stuck and staring at the laptop wondering which fic I have the spoons to navigate (without forgetting the dozens of plot points I have for different fics or mix them up) before i start writing, but I never stop wishing I could just write constantly. it's very frustrating that life keeps going without constant writing breaks ^_^

I hope you enjoy this too <3

lumine

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to wish upon a list

It starts because Alec is frustratingly busy, his phone is probably monitored by the clave more than he’d like to admit and also, he likes the intimacy of it.

Oh he has dozens upon dozens of lists in his head that he keeps very careful track of, but memories and minds can be altered or affected. 

So it soothes something in him, to write them down as well.

The current list he’s going over is what exactly to get Magnus next.

Alec tends to go for the more simpler aspects.  

Magnus has many things, centuries of collections and gifts and what Alec can give him is rarely something he hasn’t already seen, hard, already once owned, or doesn’t like enough to consider.

But that’s only with fancy things, things that everyone knows Magnus likes and have overused.

So Alec stays simple, but meaningful.

The omamori was a good start, and it showed him where to go with things.

The list he’s currently working on is half crossed out and out of the two dozen gifts he’s already given, he’s pretty sure he finally has a better understanding of what Magnus likes.

It’s been a process of both trial and error.

The omamori, a huge hit.

A pot of flowers that Alec had carefully grown from an illegal cutting from Idris, Magnus almost smothered the plant with how he tried to gratefully kiss Alec while he was still holding it.

... giving Magnus a necklace made with the arrowhead that almost killed Alec had apparently been a mistake. The arrowhead was well received — apparently Magnus could melt it down and create a protective spell with it. However the idea of wearing something that almost killed Alec had him furious.

Doing Magnus’ nails wasn’t exactly a gift, but it had been an idea. The years that Alec spent painting Izzy’s nail and also the time he’s recently consumed on the mundane youtube internet have been helpful.

True, perhaps he went a little overkill in carving small, priceless gems to be used as decorations in Magnus’ latest nail design, but if he couldn’t spoil Magnus a little then what was the point of any of his skills?

Alec’s spare time at the Institute is spent trying to get ahead of paperwork, not carving gems as he practiced during his childhood.

Izzy uses her talents for a plethora of things but even she would find the nail art bit ridiculous.

Alec knows she will.

If only out of pettiness because he once glared at her till she left the room when she said she wanted to use real stones and gold on her nails. For Izzy, it’s ridiculous with how much she uses her hands.

She trains every day, doesn’t have magical protection for her nails, constantly has to get ichor on her, or is elbow deep in a corpse. It’s not just impractical, it’s a hazard to her job and makes her a liability to her own health and qualifications.

But for Magnus? 

His hands were created to be adored and for a few gemstones to be the background to his elegance, well Alec doesn’t find that wasteful at all.

Even if Magnus did spend almost an hour gleefully cackling and sending fire messages and texts as he admired his nails from Alec’s lap between kisses.

The rest of them have been a small series of successes, each better and better as Alec betters learns who Magnus is and just what it is that he values.

—-

“Darling, what on earth are these?” Magnus finds himself beyond bewildered when he finds a small stack of papers on the kitchen table alongside newly set out dishes. Since they’ve decided to eat breakfast together before going to bed.

Alexander looks over from the kitchen, smile on his face as he sleepily nods to Magnus before turning his back to finish cooking.

Without answering.

With a little laugh, Magnus leaves the papers till they eat and goes to make sure his beloved doesn’t try to lift the hot pans without precautions while this tired.

“You, my lovely shadowhunter should not be cooking when this exhausted.” Magnus is trying to be strict but Alexander has fallen into his hug, chin hooking over Magnus’ shoulder and spatula drooping.

Thankfully, Alexander’s attempts were less cooking and more reheating and Magnus glides the food to the table so he can make sure Alexander doesn’t fall over on the way there.

“Potion?” Magnus asks gently and Alexander presses a grateful kiss to his hair and a moment later Magnus upends the potion into his own mouth before pressing his lips to Alexander’s.

His darling drinks it softly and then sighs, parting only to swallow and then he kisses Magnus again, licking the remnants of the potion before pulling back with a wistful smile.

“Thank you.” 

Magnus hardly needs the thanks, when it ensures Alexander will be awake enough to enjoy eating with him, but he always appreciates the gesture all the same.

“The papers darling?”

Alexander blinks at him and then at the stack, as if he never heard the question earlier at all and perhaps, he didn’t.

“Oh, I made lists of some different dishes I thought we could try to make together. Or I could experiment with.  They’re arranged by difficulty and then by what we like the most or sounds more interesting. Also I found some restaurants with the dishes that you mentioned you wanted to try, most of them are overseas but I didn't think you'd mind that."

Alexander is watching him — now that he’s alert enough to do so. There’s a calculated casualness to his demeanor that means he’s very interested in what Magnus thinks.

And what Magnus thinks is that it’s absolutely adorable.

“I think it’s a lovely thought, my darling.” Magnus leans over to press a kiss to Alexander’s cheek and spears a berry with his fork to offer as an apology for when his lips must leave. “You never cease charming me. Now, shall we start now? Or when we're fresh after sleep?” 

-

AN:

Alec's thoughts: okay, so this is good. step one is working. we will slowly introduce the lists.

Magnus' thoughts : this is adorable, I need to know how far he goes with these little lists of his. I could build him an entire office for his thoughts.

Magnus outloud: how charming.

Alec's thoughts: ... would he think that if he saw the lists both in my mind and the two file cabinets in my personal safe at the institute?

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Since everyone’s talking about follower counts, I want to bring something up:

When I first joined dtblr in 2023, I would CONSISTENTLY get 0 notes: you can check my archive and see it for yourself.

In over a year of posting, rehlogging, and interacting, I got maybe 10 followers total. 10.

It wasn’t until the Gituation that I amassed a bunch of followers because I made the “In Regards to the GNF situation” post.

It wasn’t better than any of my other posts. It wasn’t snazzy art or fanfic: it just happened to be the post that made me get my following.

So, please don’t see all the people mentioning getting 100+ followers and feel bad.

Your art and work is good! Please keep tagging them using #dtblr so I can find and reblog. Please keep contributing to this fandom because it absolutely makes a huge difference for artists and writers.

And, if any of you ever want me to reblog your art or writing or posts, my door is and always will be open for asks and DMs.

You’re all doing lovely, and there’s no need to compare yourself when what you do is already incredibly awesome :)

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

No Caller ID - Ticci Toby x female reader NSFW

Warnings: dubcon?

Originally published on AO3, which you can read here if you’d prefer :)

Tags: Phone Sex, Stalking, Breaking and Entering, Mutual Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Choking, Degradation, Obsessive Behavior, German dirty talk, Hide and Seek

Words: 6.3k

Summary: Your friend canceling on you gives you an unexpected treat: a night in to yourself. Your boredom leads you to entertain a stranger that dialed the wrong number. Little do you know, he's watching from your window.

As always:

⋆˙⟡ All canon will be flexible to make way for sexy ⟡˙⋆

Alright so YES this was supposed to be for Toby’s bday and it’s a bit belated… I knew I had to write something for Toby's bday but I was crunched for time so I went for a ghost face-esque sort of theme. A basic idea I know but I kind of love the way it turned out so… slay?

“I can’t make it tonight.” Your friend’s voice rang through the phone’s speaker.

“What? No way.” You said, hanging your keys back up.

“My car won’t start. Fucking battery is busted or something. I’m really sorry. Can we reschedule?” She really did sound sorry. If only she knew how much she didn’t need to be.

“Man, that fucking sucks… No big deal though, we can always hang another day.” You tried to contain your glee, slipping your shoes off.

“Totally! I’ll talk to you later. I gotta get this car shit figured out. Love youuuu, bye.”

“Okay, love you byeeeeeeee.” You hung up quickly.

Immediately after you set down your phone, you did a little happy dance.

Fuck yes!

It was a true rarity for you to have a night in to yourself. You already had the perfect idea. You had a tub of ice cream that was waiting in the fridge and a box of brownie mix that was screaming at you to bake it.

You quickly ran to your room, ditching your going out clothes for a pair of sleep shorts and an old band tee.

This was going to be an awesome night. You already couldn’t wait.

—

Toby watched as you danced around the kitchen, loving how adorable you looked. God, you were the perfect distraction tonight.

He had things he was supposed to be doing of course, but how was he supposed to resist you? You had no blinds on those kitchen windows, and the light from the room pouring out into the darkness of the night attracted his attention. What he saw through the window, though, was far more captivating. He was the moth and you were the flame, an irresistible force pulling him in. Those people he was supposed to murder could die anytime. He had to have you tonight.

His eyes were fixed on you as you twirled around, giving the performance of a lifetime to your cat. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out across his face and the small laugh that escaped him. You were so carefree, all caught up in your own little world. You’d never notice him watching you from the bushes outside your window.

The longer he watched you, the faster he was becoming infatuated with you. Everything about you was drawing him in. He loved the way your shirt was loosely hanging off one shoulder, exposing just the right amount of skin. Your sleep shorts were perfectly hugging your ass, and the way you moved in them around the kitchen got him in a trance.

He felt his jeans grow tighter, his bulge straining against them. His mind was already racing, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He imagined how your body would writhe under him, how your cunt would look stretched around his cock as you arched your back.

He wanted to know how you sounded when you moaned, the way you’d scream his name when you came. Right now, he needed to know what your voice sounded like.

It was time to see how much fun you’d be.

—

“So~ melodramatic but it turns me on. I clo~ose my eyes, it feels just like a movie.” You sang out, using a spoon as an imaginary microphone. “I’m convinced that we don’t make sense but I’d kill-”

Beep! Beep!

“Alright, alright. I heard ya.” You pulled the brownies out, setting them on the counter to cool. Now all you needed to do was find a good movie on Netflix and you’d be so set for tonight. You hummed as you walked to the fridge, ready to pull out that tub of ice cream, when your phone rang.

You looked down at it. It was a number you didn’t recognize. You shrugged and silenced it.

If it’s important they’ll leave a voicemail.

To your surprise, your phone started ringing again. It was the same number.

Well, if it’s a scammer at least they’re persistent.

It’d been a while since you messed with a scammer. At least you’d be able to get a laugh out of being silly with them. If they’re gonna try to waste your time, it’s fair game for you to waste theirs.

You picked up the phone. “Helloooooo~” you answered in a sing-song voice.

“Hello.” A lower, gravely voice rang through the speaker.

“So like… what’s the dealio~?” You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you got the ice cream out of the fridge.

He had to contain a giggle. You were already so much fun. He leveled his tone before speaking. “I’m looking for someone but I’m -fuck- not sure if this is the right number.” His neck cracked in tandem with the swear as he spoke. He hoped that hadn’t thrown you off too much.

You straightened up upon hearing that.

Oh shit, this is like a real guy.

You decided to be normal now. “Oh sorry, I thought you were a scammer.” You laughed a little. “Who are you trying to call?”

“Who is this?”

You raised your eyebrow a bit, slightly amused with the oddity of this situation. This was starting to feel a little like a very familiar movie scene. “I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for.” You smiled, scooping out your ice cream. “Good luck though.”

You hung up the phone and set it on the counter, finishing your scooping. Just as you set the ice cream tub back in the freezer you heard your phone ring again.

It was the same number.

You scoffed, wondering why he called again. Yet, you picked up the phone and answered. “Hello?”

“Whoops, I guess my finger slipped.” His voice was almost sultry.

Is he… trying to flirt with me?

It felt like you were jumping the gun a little to think that already but what was with that tone? Plus, he called you again after you already told him he had the wrong number. Either way, you didn’t really mind that he had. It’s not like you had anything better to do. Plus, he had a pretty nice sounding voice, and the way he had just said that was kind of hot. Nonetheless, this was some random guy calling you by mistake.

“Well, I think I’m still not who you’re looking for.”

“Are you sure?”

You walked to the living room with your ice cream, sitting down on the couch. “Oh, I’m pretty sure. I hope you find them though.”

“Wait, don’t hang up so soon.” He said as he followed you to living room, watching the way you froze for a second.

He had an even better view of you at the window beside your couch. Being this close to you, all without you knowing was stirring up his arousal. The darkness completely hid him from your view, not that you were paying much attention anyways.

Your lips curled upward a bit as you answered. “Why not? You lonely?”

So maybe flirting with some random guy who called you by accident wasn’t the best idea but who cares? You don’t know him in real life and it’s not like you’ll ever have to see him. It’s just a little harmless fun. Besides, he started it.

He was loving the banter you two had started up. The tone of your voice, your flirtatiousness, was only serving to tempt him further. “Maybe. You can’t spare a little time and humor me?”

You smiled even more. “Hmmm… I dunno. I’m kinda busy.” You sunk into the couch, resting your back against the cushions while you twirled your hair.

“Just -fuck- answer a question for me.” He bit his lip, annoyed that he couldn’t keep his tics under control while talking to you.

“Let me guess, you wanna know what I’m wearing?” You teased.

He was so amused with your behavior. You were much bolder than he was expecting. He knew you were trying to rile him up, and it was working like a charm. “Yeah? I wouldn’t mind knowing. Tell me.” His voice was low and husky, sending heat between your thighs.

“Hm…. No way~” You said cutely, a big smile on your face.

His laugh sent butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“Aw, playing hard to get? That’s cute.” He said.

Watching your jaw drop had him stifling a growl. He could just imagine that pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock. He was already starting to feel a little impatient, but he wanted to hold out for a bit longer. He wanted to play with you a little more before he pounced. “Tell me your name.”

“Well that wasn’t a question.” You said sarcastically, but your enjoyment was evident in your voice.

“C’mon, I’ll tell you mine.” He coaxed. Of course, he already knew your name though. It wasn’t hard to find your name and phone number, especially since he already knew your address. Really, it was a test of naivety. He was seeing how easily you’d give information to a stranger.

He watched as you took a bite of ice cream before you answered, loving the sight of your mouth sucking it off the spoon.

“Tell me yours then.”

“It’s Toby.” He said easily.

“Hm… Toby, Toby, Toby.” You drew out the -y part on the last one, doing a little experimenting with saying his name.

He’d never loved hearing his name more than just now when it came from your lips. “Mm, careful how you say it now.”

“Why’s that, Toby~?” You said, taking another bite of ice cream before wincing as brain freeze hit you. “Ack-”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ugh, I just got a brain freeze.” You pushed your tongue against the roof of your mouth, trying to alleviate it quickly.

“Eating something cold?” He silently wondered what that felt like, both the pain and the cold.

“Yup, I was just having some ice cream.”

“You have a big sweet tooth or something?”

“Eh, I dunno. I’m just having a little night in to myself and I thought I’d be a little indulgent.”

Crap, probably not the best idea to tell a stranger I’m alone.

“What kind of ice cream is it?”

“Cookie dough~”

“Is that your favorite flavor?” At this point Toby was just having a bit of fun chatting with you, getting you to relax and open up.

You had a thoughtful expression for a moment. “Oh, I dunno. There’s so many ice cream flavors. That’s a really hard question.”

“Well, how about an easier question? What’s your name?”

A smile broke out across your face again. “You really wanna know, huh? It’s a secret.”

“You’re really not gonna tell me? Why? You scared?” His voice was like a caress, just a little breathy and somehow making your heart race.

“Pfft, I’m not scared. It’s just fun to mess with you.”

“That’s fine. Haah… I think it’s sexy when you play hard to get.” His breathing was a little heavier.

You shifted on the couch, feeling the moisture collect in your panties. You questioned if your hearing was off or if he truly sounded like he was having a lot more fun talking to you than you thought. You were probably reading too much into it. There was no way he was… doing something like that.

Your own breathing picked up. You bit your lip, wondering if you should say something. You heard another breathy sound on the line. It sounded almost like a moan.

If he was truly doing what you were thinking he was, that would be really creepy, right? Not… hot at all. You shifted again, feeling the uncomfortable tension building between your thighs.

“Whatcha doing over there?” You asked, a little nervously.

He laughed breathlessly and you pulled your knees up, hiding your face in them.

God, I’ve only heard his voice but why the fuck is he so hot?

“Whatever do you mean?” His panting got a bit louder.

“I mean… um… it- it kind of sounds like you’re doing something… inappropriate…” You said the last word in a tiny voice, not even wanting to say it out loud.

He chuckled again, and you almost couldn’t take it.

He knew he was driving you wild, and it was only serving to make him harder as he freed himself from his boxers. He started to lazily stroke his cock. “Mm… does it?” He let out another breathy sound. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m thinking about you and all the things I wanna do to you.”

Your breath hitched at his confirmation, and it was the last straw. Your hand traveled down between your legs, lightly cupping yourself and adding just a little pressure, just enough to sate your aching clit. “Well, if you are, that’s pretty gross then.”

He bit his lip hard to stifle the growl that erupted from his throat as he watched you touch your cunt while you lied to him. His voice started to sound more ragged, “Yeah? It’s gross? Why aren’t you hanging up then? I bet you’re already wet for me.”

Your breath hitched again, getting just a bit heavier as you started to rub yourself through your sleep shorts. “As if I’m getting turned on by some pervert touching himself while he talks to me.”

He moaned breathily as he watched you start to rub yourself harder, grinding your hips against your hand. He chuckled again, “Mhm… sure you’re not. I guess you’re not rubbing your cute little pussy to the sound of my voice are you?”

A sigh escaped you as you kept grinding against your hand. “I’m not doing anything, but I bet you’re stroking your cock right now.”

This time you heard a low groan emit from the speaker. “And I bet you’re playing with your pussy like a little slut.”

You bit your lip hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. This was getting you way more worked up than you’d care to admit. You pulled off your shorts and your panties, discarding them to the side. Settling back down on the couch, you leaned back against the back of it. You spread your legs wide, letting them fall to the sides of you with your knees pulled up to your chest, exposing your cunt fully.

You kept a hard bite on your lip, trying to stifle any sounds as you slipped a finger inside.

Toby groaned again, fisting his cock harder as he watched your finger disappear into your cunt. It was taking everything in him not to just walk up to your door and let himself in. He knew you needed more than just your little fingers to satiate you. You needed something bigger. “What’s the matter, pretty girl? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too occupied to say anything back?”

You were slowly dipping your finger in and out of your cunt. You were trying to be quiet, but secretly you really wanted him to hear. You wanted him to pick up on your tiny moans and whimpers. “No, I just thought I’d let you sit here and entertain your own fantasies.” You slipped another finger in, picking up the pace. You were so dripping wet your fingers made little sticky wet sounds each time you pushed them inside.

“You think I can’t hear what you’re doing?” His voice was low and breathy, with just a tinge of roughness. “You think I can’t hear you fingerfuck your sloppy cunt?”

“Oh… god…” You moaned as you moved your fingers faster. You put the phone on speaker, setting it down beside you so you could use your other hand to rub your clit.

“Fuck… I wanna be inside you so bad… need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around my cock…” He groaned as he picked up the pace, trying to match the rhythm of your movements.

“Mm… I wanna feel your cock stretching me open.” You whined, feeling your stomach start to tense as the pleasure built deep inside you.

“God… fuck…” he grit out. “I wanna feel you coming around my cock so bad… I need to feel you come all over my cock.”

Your whines and whimpers were getting more desperate, rubbing your clit faster and pushing your fingers deeper as you imagined him fucking you. You knew it’d feel so fucking good, he’d get deeper than your fingers ever possibly could.

“Are you gonna come? Huh? Are you gonna come just from hearing my voice like the pathetic little slut you are?” His groans were also sounding more desperate. “That’s all it takes for you? All I had to do was call you and you turn into a filthy little whore.”

“You’re the one who couldn’t resist stroking your cock to the thought of fucking me.” You were so fucking close now, just a little more. “You probably called me… fuck….. just for this.”

“I know you’re so fucking close. You wanna come for me? Be a good girl and say my name while you come.”

That was it. “Fuck… Toby…!” You cried out as your cunt started to convulse around your fingers. You kept rubbing your clit, riding the waves of pleasure as you listed to a strangled growl come out of Toby.

It was the final straw for Toby too. “See you soon.” The call ended.

That had shocked you out of your post orgasm haze. Your heart immediately started to race.

What the fuck does that mean?!

You suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. This guy was a complete stranger to you and you just had phone sex with him and told him you wanted him to fuck you.

You started to look around, feeling a little less safe in your home now. You grabbed your panties and shorts, pulling them back on so you could at least go double check all your doors were locked.

You checked the front door, finding it locked. Looking around your windows, you saw nothing as you walked to your back door to make sure it was locked too.

Sure enough, it was also locked.

Maybe you were overreacting. He could’ve just said that as some kind of prank.

Pretty shitty prank.

Just as you felt the coast was clear, you heard some noise coming from the front door, like someone was trying to open it, or pick the lock.

You ran to the door, determined to lock it back if someone picked the lock. Your heart was racing, hoping you’d make it in time.

Just as you reached for the handle, the knob turned, and the door pushed open. You grabbed the door, but just as you did another, much larger hand was placed over yours.

“Toby…?” You trembled as you spoke. Your stomach dropped as his large frame pushed through, entering your home.

He was much taller than you, towering over you as he stepped inside. He had messy brown hair and dark eyes that bore into yours. His eyes were the only thing you could really focus on, the rest of his face was covered by some kind of mouth guard that sort of looked like a muzzle.

You tried to take in as much as you could about his appearance, grasping at straws to try to find something that would help you decipher his motives. There was a pair of orange scratched up goggles on his head and he wore a striped jacket along with jeans. Nothing really jumped out at you until you noticed the hatchet hooked at his hip.

You started to take slow steps backwards as he closed in on you. The only thing that could be heard throughout your empty house was the sound of your own shaky breathing, trembling in fear.

You continued to back up until your back pressed against the wall, looking up into his eyes.

He placed his hands on the wall beside you on each side. “Aw, what’s-” he interrupted himself with a breathy laugh. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

He pulled off his mouth guard, revealing the rest of his face. He had a kind of grizzly attractiveness to him, but the most notable feature on his face was a large gash on his right cheek. It was jaggedly scarred up, and deep enough to go all the way through, exposing his teeth.

A wolfish grin spread across his face. “You scared?”

Honestly, you were, but not in the way he was thinking. Much to your displeasure, it was the good kind of fear. The kind that made you feel the need to press your thighs together, wondering what he was going to do with you.

God, I need mental help.

You shouldn’t be finding this hot. You really shouldn’t and you knew that. You should be running away, screaming, something other than standing here getting wetter. You truly pondered where in the evolution process you had failed. Your flight or flight response had suddenly presented you with a third option: fuck.

Your only choice was to bring your hands up to cover your face, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

He let out a sick sounding giggle when he saw you do that, eating up all your reactions. “Oh no, don’t try to hide from me.” He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face. “Don’t tell you’re all shy now. After you just came to my voice.”

Even after he moved your hands you kept your head down, trying to keep your face out of his view.

“Aw, you’re acting so pathetic, baby.” His voice was taunting. “What happened to all that boldness you had on the phone?”

He leaned in close to your ear, letting out a breathy laugh when you shivered. “Tell you what.”

Your whole body was trembling in anticipation.

“Since you wanna hide so bad, I’ll give you ten seconds to hide.”

Much to your displeasure, the idea of playing some kind of twisted hide and seek game with him excited you even more. “What happens if you find me…?” You just had to ask.

“You’ll find out when I find you.” He let go of your wrists.

You immediately broke into a sprint, already hearing him counting.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

You really had no idea where to hide. It was like the adrenaline killed your ability to think. You ended up in your bedroom, and he was already halfway to ten.

Under the bed felt too obvious, not like the closet was any better. Your eyes darted between the two places. You heard Toby call out nine and you yanked the closet door open, getting inside and shutting it just as he got to ten.

Your heart was jumping out of your chest as you heard his footsteps. Your house wasn’t that big, he was clearly just toying with you, taking his sweet time to find you.

The door to your bedroom swung open slowly. You clamped your hand over your mouth to quiet your breathing. Your heartbeat thumped loudly in your ears, loud enough you feared he could hear it.

He appeared in your field of vision through the crack of the door.

“I know you’re in here.” His voice was only slightly menacing.

He dropped down to the floor looking under the bed.

I knew that was a shitty spot.

“Not there? Guess you’re a little -fuck- smarter than I thought.”

You watched as his neck cracked uncontrollably, straightening back up before turning to the closet you were in.

A big sinister looking smile stretched across his face as he slowly approached the closet. Your heart felt like it was going to explode.

“I know where you are…” He said before yanking open the door.

You froze. Partially because there was nowhere to run to, and partially because you weren’t sure you really wanted to.

He bit his lip as he closed in on you. You looked like a bunny hiding in its burrow, eyes wide and heart racing. You couldn’t look more adorable to him. He felt his cock throb in his jeans, a painful reminder that he still hadn’t came yet.

He pressed his body up against yours, pulling your chin up to look at him. “Found you.”

His hands were already all over you, grabbing and squeezing wildly. “A little too -fuck- obvious, don’t you think? It’s like you -fuck- really wanted to be found.” His neck was cracking and twitching uncontrollably even more, like getting him riled up made it worse.

Your lips fell open in a gasp, and he took the opportunity to capture your mouth, instantly pushing his tongue into it. His kiss was desperate, like he was pouring all of his desire into you. He grabbed your waist, roughly pressing your body into his. You gripped at his hoodie, trying to anchor yourself with something as he overtook you.

He released your mouth, his lips traveling down to leave bites and suck dark marks into your neck. He moved his hand from your face down to your waistband, pushing past it and into your panties, instantly feeling how wet you were.

He laughed, pulling away from your neck. “Oh, you’re so worked up. You like this? You like being scared?”

You nodded your head, not having the courage to say it out loud.

Now it was his turn to have wide eyes. He truly hadn’t expected you to agree. You kept proving you were better than he thought. He grabbed you, pulling you out of the closet and pushing you down onto your bed.

His eyes traveled up and down your body, drinking you in. You pressed your thighs together again, trying to sate that ache. The action caught his attention and he smirked, looking up into your eyes. “Oh, you really do like this don’t you?”

He ran his hand down your neck, just a featherlight touch. You shivered as he kept going, down to your collarbone and slowly down the curve of your waist. At this point you were contemplating begging him to just touch you already.

Finally, he hooked his fingers into your waistband, yanking your shorts down and taking your panties with them.

He grabbed your legs, pushing them back to your chest and spreading you wide open. You let out an almost squeak sound in embarrassment.

“There’s that pretty pussy you showed me earlier.” He was staring hard.

“You don’t have to stare… so directly…” You mumbled nervously.

He let go of your legs, looking up at you. “Keep those there.” Just the look in his eyes was enough to keep you in place, but his tone had you set on staying put.

Your legs trembled as he continued to stare, inching his face closer to your cunt. “You’re dripping onto the bed. Fuck… that’s hot.” He said, running his finger up your slit to collect the moisture.

He grabbed your hips and jerked you to the edge on the bed as he sunk to his knees. “Need to feel your cunt coming on my tongue.” He mumbled before pressing his mouth against you.

You couldn’t help but moan out the second he did. He started sucking your clit a little before tracing slow languid strokes up your cunt. You arched off the bed, only for a second before Toby roughly grabbed your hips, holding them down with a bruising force.

You placed your hands over his, grabbing them as a way to ground yourself. He sucked your clit again, starting a slow steady rhythm that had you writhing and whimpering.

“Toby….” You whined.

You felt him chuckle into your cunt, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure even more. He moved his tongue down to your entrance, slowly pressing his tongue inside.

He moved one of his hands down to rub your clit with his thumb and the other he used to hold your hand, lacing your fingers together on top of your hip where he could still hold you down.

He started moving his tongue in and out of your cunt, while keeping pressure on your clit with his thumb. Your orgasm was building rapidly, the combination of every way he was touching you had you clenching around his tongue before you even realized you were that close.

He moaned when you came around his tongue, lapping up every bit of your arousal that flowed out. He kept going, drawing out your orgasm for as long as possible.

You thought that would be enough for him, but he switched the placement of his tongue and hand, slowly pushing a finger into you while he sucked your clit lightly.

Your head was going numb as he stretched you open with his finger, slowly working a second one in and curling them forward. At this point you didn’t even have the capacity to think about how embarrassing the sounds you were making were. You were moaning unabashedly because that was all you were able to do.

He was sloppily dragging his tongue over your clit over and over. Drool poured from the gash on his face, only making your cunt messier. He pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, making wet noises fill the room from him pressing your g-spot over and over.

You squeezed his hand you were holding hard, a pitiful whimper coming from you as you came again. He moaned on your clit when he felt you squeeze his fingers, which only served to heighten the feeling of your orgasm. Your whole body felt like it was on pins and needles, all stemming from the wet heat of his mouth and fingers torturing your cunt.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, lightly running them over your cunt as he climbed back onto the bed. “You’re so cute~” He cooed. “This time I wanna watch while you come.”

This time…?!

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest. He took a nipple in his mouth as he slowly pushed his fingers back in. Your body jolted and trembled, it was like every little touch was sending electric shocks through your body.

He laughed and then said, “Ich könnte dich jetzt sofort brechen.”

You weren’t sure what scared you more, the fact that you had no idea what the fuck he said or the tone he said it in. Either way, it had you tightening around his fingers, eliciting a growl from Toby.

His cock was so painfully hard, screaming at him to claim your pussy already. He was in a battle with himself, he wanted to come so badly, but he was also enraptured watching you come. He just needed one more from you.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, grinding them against your g-spot, his palm pressing down on your clit. You struggled to keep up when he leaned down and kissed you sloppily. Your whole body was being surrendered to him. He pulled away, loving the way your tongue stayed out a bit even after he pulled away.

He cupped the side of your face, pushing your hair back with his fingers. “Look at that slutty face you’re making. I wish you could see how much of a whore you look like right now.”

You tried to keep your eyes locked with his, failing miserably. Your head felt so fuzzy, the only thing you could focus on was the pleasure building deep in your cunt.

“You want my cock, pretty girl?” He asked.

You instantly responded with an eager nod. “Pathetic…” he said under his breath with a smirk.

His breathing was so ragged. He leaned down close to your ear, his fingers so deep in your cunt as he whispered, “Ich kann fühlen, wie gut sich deine Fotze anfühlt. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, es in dich zu stecken.”

You were so close to coming again, just a little more would tip you over the precipice.

As if he could read your mind, Toby bit your neck, sucking the skin right below the ear, right where he could feel your pulse. Your head went fully blank as you convulsed around his fingers. Your cunt was greedily sucking him in and that was the last straw for him. At this point it would be cruel to not give you what you so desperately need.

He stood up, pulling off his jacket and his shirt. Your eyes ran over his form, taking note of his slender, yet somewhat muscular form. What really stood out to you was the tattoo on his chest, right below his right collarbone. It looked like a scratchy drawn circle with an X through it.

You could practically feel the impatience coming off him in waves. His hatchet made a dull thud on your bedroom floor as it was tossed to the side. He yanked his zipper down, not even bothering to pull his pants off before pulling his throbbing hard cock out. You could hear the way his heavy breathing was shaking, how close he was to losing his restraint, how much he wanted to give into his overwhelming need for you.

He positioned his cock at your entrance, his head falling back in a groan when he ran it up your slit, your cunt coating the tip in your wetness. “Du bist so verdammt nass...es fühlt sich so gut an, dein kleines Fotze gegen mich zu reiben...” He said breathlessly.

“Please…” You whined. Feeling his hard cock press on your clit was too much. You needed him inside you before you went insane.

“Mm… You can ask better than that. C’mon, I know you want this cock. Beg for it. Show me how much you want it.”

You whimpered, already feeling pathetic enough. “Please, Toby… I need it so bad.”

He kept running the tip over your clit, teasing you with the feeling of his hard cock. “Is this what you imagined on the phone? You imagined my thick cock rubbing against your cute little clit and making you feel good? Tell me again what you said you wanted.”

You thought back to your phone call, trying to remember what you said in your cum drunk stupor. You grabbed your legs, pulling them up for him to expose your dripping cunt even more. “I wanna feel your cock stretching me open.”

“That’s a good girl.” He groaned, slowly pushing his cock into you. The gush of your cunt was audible as he filled you completely. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself. He couldn’t break his new toy already. “God…” He harshly sucked in a breath. “Your slutty fucking cunt is gushing.”

You let out a particularly lewd moan, the stretch of his cock was nothing short of pure euphoria. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he started to thrust into you, starting a slow and hard pace.

“Yeah… that’s it. Fuck… Moan and cry and gush all over my cock.” The sounds of your sloppy cunt only amplified as he picked up the pace, hooking his arms behind your shoulders. “God… you’re such a good little cock sleeve. You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that?”

Your wanton eyes met his dark lustful ones. You nodded profusely. “I’m so pathetic…” You whined.

He growled, using one of his hands to pull your mouth open. You were so obedient, giving him no resistance as he spit in your mouth. You swallowed it, still holding his gaze.

“Pretty fucking slut.” He looked absolutely enamored with you at this point. “Du bist so nass, deine Möse fühlt sich so gut an.”

He leaned back, hooking his arms under your legs so he could hold them back himself. He wrapped his hands around your neck, applying just enough pressure to feel your pulse. Your hands scrambled to his shoulders as he started drilling into you.

“Ich werde dich so sehr züchten, dass du nicht mehr klar denken kannst, mein Mädchen.” He grit out. He was getting close, your cunt wrapping around him perfectly. He could hardly take it, the slutty face you were making, the way your tits bounced each time he pounded his cock into you, the way your cunt looked stretched around him. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

His voice was getting breather, whinier almost as he rutted into you like you were his lifeline. “God… you’re such a perfect little slut, so fucking perfect. Ich werde dich zu meiner eigenen kleinen Besitzung machen und dafür sorgen, dass du nie wieder von mir weg willst.”

“So good… fuckkkk… Du wirst mir gehören, ob du willst oder nicht.” His head was scrambled, rapidly switching between English and German as he slammed into your cervix.

His cock felt so good nestled right against your cervix, pressing so deep you were seeing stars. You came hard around his cock, sucking him in.

The feeling of your cunt milking his cock pushed him over the edge. He pressed in deep, filling your cunt with his cum.

He didn’t pull out right away. Your head was spinning, feeling his cock throb inside you with his aftershocks. He captured your lips again, lazily pushing his tongue into your mouth. You were both exhausted. He pulled back, cupping your face like you were the most precious thing in the world. “You’re cute. I wanna keep you.”

He got up, pushing a hand through his hair, looking pensive for a moment. “I gotta go take care of some business though…”

“I’ll be back for you.” He said casually, he picked up his shirt, slipping it back on.

“Hm…?” You tilted your head to the side in confusion, still feeling out of it.

He smiled to himself, not really noting your confusion. “Maybe you should get some things together… probably not coming back for a while.”

You finally realized what he meant. This harmless fun of yours had gone farther than you thought it would.

He headed for your bedroom door, turning back and grabbing his hatchet. “By the way…” He said with a sick little giggle. “Don’t try to run later. I don’t wanna have to use this thing on a pretty girl like you.”

He left, leaving you alone with your thoughts and apparently giving you time to pack. It turned out your night had been more eventful than you planned.

~please remember to distinguish fiction from reality

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