#in my mind there was an extra scene that got cut for being a bit too much for g/t tumblr but i'm still happy with the end result.

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Unlucky Clover

... Yeah I wasn't getting to sleep until I posted this. It's been a rough two days, so enjoy the combination of my two Normal brain cells, size scenarios and vampires.

Word Count: 2.1k

CWs: pretty heavy fearplay, and it’s a sizey story with a vampire, obviously mouthplay/vore energy

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The snow began to fall, and Clover quickly ran towards the nearby human house. Luckily, she had plenty of provisions, but she needed to escape the cold quickly or she’d freeze in this weather. As she entered the house through a hole in the siding, she was pleased to discover that it appeared to be heated, and even the space between the walls was warmed thanks to the insulation. As she sat down and curled up for warmth, waiting for her body to recover, she came to a decision that this house would be the perfect new base until the spring.

-

It was early in the evening when Nix noticed that they weren’t alone in their house. It was easy for them to smell the scent of fresh blood, but this was no pack of mice… this blood was human. Following the scent lead to a random wall, against the outside of the house. Perhaps somebody was laying against the siding? thought Nix, but it was far too cold for them to bother checking. Besides, they could wait a few more days before their next meal.

-

It took three days for Nix to finally spot the little intruder. They hardly believed their eyes as they saw her running behind their furniture. At first, they thought it was some kind of hallucination, but the scent confirmed that it was definitely real. It seemed like they had a borrower setting up shop in their house.

-

It had been two weeks, but Nix had finally spotted the little nuisance again. For the last two weeks, small objects had been disappearing around their house, which they could only conclude was due to their little “housemate”. When they saw her, the little intruder was scurrying towards a hole in the wall, holding a few hair clips in her arms as she ran.

“You know, you’re not very good at sneaking,” said Nix, a playful tone in their voice. They saw the borrower’s spine tingle, before she ran even faster into the hole in the wall.

-

It took Clover a few days to work up the nerve to leave again after that incident. This human seemed to be… more nocturnal than most humans, waking up at sunset and going to sleep before the sunrise. Clover had heard of a “night shift” job, and figured this human must have one.

There were a few other oddities as well, including the human’s distinct lack of food in their pantry, but that wasn’t enough to deter Clover. After all, she was an outdoor borrower, she was able to go out and forage for enough food to last her.

It was almost sunrise, and Clover knew the human was probably on their way to sleep. She just needed some fabric, and she knew the human had dropped a sock behind the dryer a few days ago. All she had to do was get to the laundry room and grab it and she’d have the material for a perfect winter coat.

Making sure that the human was out of the room, she began her trek, moving along the walls of the dark house. She got most of the way through the hallway, in an area with nowhere to hide, before the worst possible thing happened.

There was a moment as Clover stared fearfully at the human, taking in their appearance. This human was pale, that was the first thing she noticed. Their eyes were a bright red, almost seeming to glow, but surely that was just a trick of the light. They wore casual pajamas, just a baggy shirt and short pants, a far cry from the nice suits or dresses the human would normally wear before going out. After what felt like both seconds and years, the human spoke again, the second time they had spoken to the borrower.

“You.”

Clover was thrown off-guard as the human seemed to move at a superhuman speed, wrapping both of their giant hands around the borrower. Cold, was the first thought Clover had. Perhaps the human had been outside recently? No, that wasn’t right. Nothing was right here. Clover stared at the human fearfully as they began to speak.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? If it isn’t the little thief who’s been running around my house.”

As they spoke, Clover stared, wide-eyed, as she finally noticed the gigantic canine teeth of their captor. It was all starting to click… this wasn’t the house of a human at all…

“What’s wrong, little thief? Cat got your tongue? Or are you incapable of speaking?”

Clover blinked back to attention. Speaking to humans was expressly forbidden… but Clover was never one for rules.

“I… can speak…” hesitantly murmured the borrower, almost too quiet for a human to hear. However, at this point she knew she was talking to no ordinary human.

“Ah!” exclaimed Nix, a clear teasing tone in their voice, “It’s intelligent after all. Well, as intelligent as somebody can be when they break into the home of a vampire.”

Vampire. Clover had known it to be true, but to hear it out loud made her skin crawl. She had heard legends of vampires, humans given a thirst for blood in exchange for immortality. It was said that vampires needed to kill dozens of humans a year to quench their thirst… and humans had a lot more blood than borrowers did.

Nix quickly interrupted the borrower's thoughts as they continued to speak. “Please, I know I’m quite attractive, but surely you know it’s rude to stare,” teased Nix, as they moved the borrower to a single hand, holding the borrower ever closer to their mouth, grinning wide with their fangs out.

“I… I… I…” was all Clover could stutter, as she stared in fear as the gigantic fangs, each one half the size of the small borrower.

“Oh? It seems like the little thief found her voice again. What were you saying?” said Nix, as they moved the borrower even closer.

“I… d-didn’t know…” spoke Clover, who was starting to tremble from fear. From this close, she could smell the faint metallic scent coming from the vampire’s mouth.

“You didn’t know? Didn’t know what, little thief?”

“I didn’t know… you were… a v-v-v…” Clover stammered fearfully.

“Oh! A vampire! Is that what you’re trying to say? It’s so hard to understand you with that stutter of yours,” spoke Nix, playfully poking Clover’s nose (or rather, her whole face) with the index finger of their free hand.

Clover could only nod, her voice caught in her throat. As Nix began to laugh, Clover recoiled back, pressing her body against the far side of the vampire’s tight grip.

“I… I d-didn’t know…” repeated Clover, as if in shock. “A-are you… g-going to kill me?"

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter what you knew or didn’t, because now you’re here, in the hands of a vampire,” said Nix, a devious smile still plastered on their face.

“Y-you didn’t an-” Clover went to speak again, but was swiftly interrupted by the vampire as they continued mocking the borrower.

“I’ll be honest with you… you smell absolutely delicious, you little thief,” continued Nix, their tone playful yet predatory. “You know, it’s been a week or so since I’ve fed… and while you certainly aren’t a meal, you’d surely be a good little snack…” said Nix, as Clover trembled in fear, staring at the fangs which may soon rip her apart.

This is it, thought Clover. I’m going to die.

“Maybe if I had enough of you… tell me, little one, you wouldn't have any friends nearby, would you?” asked the vampire. They knew the answer, but wanted to hear this intruder admit it. As Clover fearfully shook her head, Nix continued, “Ah, a shame then. I guess you really are all alone, huh? Just you and me, here in this house… far from anyone who could hear you…”

Finally, Clover regained her composure just enough to speak just one simple statement, voice soft and weak as tears welled in her eyes. “I… d-don’t want to die…”

At this, Nix stared at Clover, continuing to grin that sharp grin as their glowing red eyes looked at their captive. They adjusted their grip on the borrower, holding her between their index finger and thumb, which was still enough to keep her completely unable to escape.

“Don’t worry, my dear, it will only hurt for a moment” cooed the vampire, as if soothing a child about to get a needle. They slowly, deliberately raised the now-sobbing borrower to their mouth, bringing her right up to their fang, close enough that the borrower could reach out and touch it. As Clover cowered, she heard the vampire vocalize, a sound which shook their entire mouth, including the borrower now inside it.

“Hmmmm…”

And then, before she knew it, Clover was brought out of the vampire’s mouth, and dangled in front of their eyes by her leg. She would shout in pain, if she had any fight left in her. Instead, she could only stare at the giant red eye in front of her, waiting to see what was happening.

“You know, I was hoping for a little more fight out of you. No yelling, screaming, not even kicking? Just going to lie back and accept your fate, huh?”, said the vampire, in an almost casual tone, a far cry from their tone only seconds ago.

Clover could only continue to wordlessly stare at the vampire’s eye, unsure what they wanted her to say.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of different reactions to my little games. Begging, pleading, fighting. But you? One weak little ‘I d-don’t want to die’”, Nix said, imitating the borrower’s voice with extreme precision, “and then you just cower. Is that just how you little things are? Ready to accept death at the slightest threat?”

“N-n-no…” was all Clover could say, forcing the word out of her mouth.

“N-n-no” mimicked the vampire, again perfectly mirroring the little borrower’s voice before rolling their eyes and speaking again in their own voice, “Seriously, you have to work on that stutter, my dear, it makes you sound even more pathetic than you already are.”

Dangling by her leg, tears stinging her eyes, and face-to-face with a monster that was now mocking her, the little borrower became almost completely unresponsive. Nix shook their little captive around, before continuing. “You know, if you’re going to be this boring, it makes me wonder if you’re even worth the effort to kill. I was expecting a little more of a thrill than this, weren’t you?”

Clover didn’t respond, until Nix shook her again, their voice growing more firm, “I asked you a question. Weren’t you expecting a little more of a thrill?”

“Y-yes… I mean, n-no…” said Clover, reignited with fear after hearing the change in the vampire’s tone.

“Well, that answer tells me nothing. You know what? You’re officially no fun. Do you know what that means?” asked Nix, that familiar devious grin on their face. Clover desperately tried to hide her face from the vampire, only to be shocked when she found herself being lowered to the ground. After being released, roughly landing on her shoulder blades before flipping around, Clover could only stare up at the vampire, wondering what her fate would be, before Nix spoke again.

“It means that I want you out of my sight. Now.” spoke Nix, though there was still a hint of playfulness in their voice. “Well? Are you waiting for me to pick you back up, or are you going to go scurry away somewhere?”

Clover was... confused. She had just accepted her death at the hands, or rather mouth, of a vampire, and now she was being set free? Despite her better judgment, she fearfully asked a question, taking a moment to compose herself so as not to stutter.

“You’re… not going to kill me?”

Nix leaned down and grinned before replying, “Hm? Did you want me to?”

“N-no, no, I just…”

Nix waved their hand dismissively before replying, “You have until I wake up to get the hell out of my house. After that, you’re fair game. Now scram, and think twice before stealing people’s things again, you pest!”

Clover wasted no time scrambling to her feet and starting to back away fearfully. “Y-yes sir, uh, ma’am, uh…”

“The more you stutter on, the more I’m regretting letting you go,” Nix said, as they turned around and began walking towards their bedroom. “And you don’t want me to regret this.”

Clover understood the message loud and clear, as she ran to her little hidey-hole and quickly packed only the essentials for her expedition to find a new place to live. The outdoors would prove challenging this time of year, but surely it was better than staying with a vampire.

-

Nix chuckled as they entered their bedroom. By now, the little pest was probably down the block. To think, she thought they would eat her. While Nix was a vampire, they’d never drain somebody dry, even a little thief like that. What kind of mindless beast did she take them for? Regardless, hopefully they had given her a good scare, and a lesson on being more sneaky when borrowing. After all, not everybody would be as kind as they were…

[deathc-re]

you hate getting sick, who doesn't? but a part of you loves it at the same time. why? because your boyfriend always treats you so good.

he'll dote on you hand and foot. you want tea? he knows just the one. you want noddles? steaming bowl in front of you. you're too hot or cold? thermostat adjusted to the perfect temperature for you, forget him.

you wanna be close to him, be held and cuddled? anything for his sweetheart. but...what about when you're horny? when this cold/ fever takes you over right in the middle of your ovulation? it's anything for his baby, and that includes slowly torturing himself while you cock warm him under the covers. you're body basically burning up, hot to the touch against his cool skin. moans and whimpers escaping you from the aches and pains in your body but also from the feeling of his cock filling you so good.

you're so weak and tired, basically in and out of consciousness but your dripping all over him and squeezing him so tight.

when he catches that your awake again he rubs your back slowly, "baby," he breathes "can i move? please? you just- fuck-- you feel so good i can't take it."

you muster up a weak chuckle and nod your head, wrapping your arms around him tighter. slowly he switches your position, moving you onto your chest and places a pillow under your hips. the loss of him and the blanket made you whine but when he pushed back into you, you melted into the bed.

it felt like every touch to your body was heightened. your fingers gripped the sheets weakly as you arched further into the soft bed. you heard your lover moan but you were too focused on your own body, every drag of his dick along your walls felt like heaven. when he reached down to rub on your clit a jolt ran through you.

before long you were seeing stars, tired body even more tired as you gasped and whimpered into the sheets, a drool pool forming by your mouth.

your boyfriend, oh so loving, restrained every muscle in his body to keep at this pace. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. but you felt like heaven, warm walls wrapped around him so tight, your noises, the look of pleasure and daze on your face.

he gripped your ass and leaned down to nip at your ear, "i'm sorry sweetheart but i have to go fast-" he was cut off by your quick nod, reaching a hand back to grip his wrist. just that action made him twitch.

he gripped you tighter and angled his hips upward, speeding up his pace just a bit but increased the force of this thrusts by a lot. your ass shock in waves every time his pelvis met you. like energy was being pushed into you your moans got louder, more urgent, the cord in your belly tightening.

you both came almost exactly at the same time, heavy breathing filling the room. you were out, sprawled onto the bed, barely awake. your lover chuckled at the scene and leaned down to kiss your temple.

"you want a bath my love? i'll make the water extra hot for you." he called while walking to the bathroom. you hummed a response and curled into yourself, drifting off. the warm cum running down your thigh barely registering in your mind.

FAT GUM, aizawa, DEKU, kirishima, sanji, corazon, connie, gojo, CHOSO, geto, SUGAWARA + whoever else you think

[sigmasemen]

“NOT LIKE THAT.”

sae itoshi x reader

— tags: NSFW, slowburn smut, very short one shot, grinding, first time, established relationship, gender neutral!reader, sub!reader, dom!sae.

— taglist: n/a currently.

— characters: sae itoshi, reader.

— word count: 909.

— extra notes: this is a repost from my thread from here, but i still haven’t written a part two. definitely not as fancy since it was originally a twitter thread.

sae never considered himself a sexual person. of course, he had urges like any other person would. that was human. but anytime a person on his team would loudly talk about how they had a fling for the night, sae would tighten his expression before looking away.

so having a partner wasn’t much different at first. romantically and schedule wise, yes. but they hadn’t gone any farther than a few longer kisses on the couch by the 3 month mark. 

if you cut open sae’s skull and checked into his mind to see the reason, you would find the fleshy mush of his brain. romantically though, you would see an almost awkward romantic feeling. not feeling like you’re good at anything (beyond soccer) included sex.

so… could he pleasure someone else? 

that thought was small. he wasn’t thinking about it every waking second. not knowingly at least. so when he was resting on the couch after a long day of practice, being hit with the noise of water hitting the floor didn’t trigger that.

the only physical response he had to that was shifting.

the only verbal response he had to that was a hum.

the only mental response he had to that was a clear image of his partner’s body. and with a delayed response, his body shot up and his hands gripped the couch. 

sae crossed his legs (for undisclosed reasons) and tapped his arm rapidly. fuck him and fuck everything. 

was he supposed to sit and deal with it? handle it on his own? ask them about it?

all were way too embarrassing. it almost felt like it would be better to crumble on the couch and ignore it.

still, the image persisted. it grew more clear and even turned into a scene. sae couldn’t sit here and wait. he forced himself up and into the bathroom, opening the door slowly and closing his eyes as he walked in. 

“can i come in?”

“…you’re already in?” a soft laugh from his partner. it was making that image beckon him. “did you need something?”

should he try to fire off an excuse? “can i join you?” he might as well do what came naturally to him, plainness.

“oh.” there was a bit of stuttering that came out, then a nervous laugh, “yeah! uh, come right ahead.” 

sae pried his eyes open at that. the fog on the glass made it impossible to make out anything beyond a silhouette of them. it only urge him to strip himself at a quickened pace. a pace that got him in the shower within a minute.

it was worth it to force himself up because he couldn’t stop staring. not just at their chest or ass, everywhere. he wished in that moment to have photographic memory. he’d just have to settle for memorizing their body with his hands.

a hand reached out to their hips, dragging them closer. his chest pressed against their back and his eyes stuck to their neck. it was impossible to look at them directly.

“sae..?”

“you look nice.” 

“just nice?”

“i—” he let out something that was a mix of a weak laugh and a shaky sigh. “stunning. beautiful. i like seeing you like this.”

“i could say the same. i haven’t… we haven’t seen each other like this. i know we’ve seen each other topless but…”

“this is more intimate.” 

another moment of quiet. sae didn’t know how to continue with them. he had to try at least. push out that worry of not being able to satisfy.

his hand grasped their hip, then slowly moved up towards their chest. with no clue what to do, he squeezed. a gentle one, only enough to elicit a yelp. his eyes stuck on their expression. he didn’t even notice himself move closer when he squeezed again. 

“trace your finger sae, please.”

sae didn’t need to be told twice. his finger delicately traced around their nipple. the pants only grew louder. they bent forward to hold themself up against the wall. sae couldn’t help but kiss the liquid draining down their back. he also couldn’t help his finger inching closer to rub their nipples in circular motions.

“more, more…” the motions grew faster. their noises only became more clear. weaker. he couldn’t stop himself. sae moved his spare arm around them. his dick pressed right against their back. 

“i love your body,” it was stated as a fact, “i wish i could say it more. i think you deserve more than just a few kisses.”

“then give me more.”

“…maybe when we’re out of the shower.”

“you’re gonna get me to come from only stimulation on my chest?” they laughed, “i need you sae. i need—”

sae pulled them into a kiss. not a particularly good one, but the desperation of how firm he was pressing was enough to make up for that. the weak noises from both sides was enough to drive them both crazy. he needed them in every way, they needed him in every way.

they were the first to pull away. breathless with sore lips. “i want more. i need more.” 

“can we move this to the bedroom instead?”

“we’d have to dry off after this.”

“i can change the sheets after. can you let me enjoy more of you?”

“as long as you let me enjoy more of you.”

and for the first time in a long time, sae said the word, “please.”

[deadbeat-motel]

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I finally got to the design I hate the most, Alastor.

I'm not a fan of my design simplified to meet the cast's more cartoony style. I tried my best but might draw him some other time with my actual style.

Anyway, my thoughts are under the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

What can I say that hasn't been already said by so many others?

Red overpowers his entire design and he barely stands out of the background, sometimes he blends with it at times.

Supposedly a mixed person yet the average audience member who watches the show with no context can't tell that he is. I don't want to hear about how mixed people can be pale-skinned because he was never written as a white-passing poc in mind. His Creole background was an excuse to use voodoo in the show and merchandising.

Another Vivzie character that dons a shoulder-padded suit. I believe he's one of the 5 others that has this repeating design trait (Angel Dust, Charlie, Pentious, Lucifer, Valentino, Vox)

His hair bothers me a lot. A 1930s man having a scene kid's haircut? I have a hard time believing that for the sake of the show. Also, not to mention he has that awkward undercut that ends up making him a scuffed Willy Wonka cosplayer.

Twink...

Personal tidbit, but I'm not sure what his staff's design even is? an egg with a microphone in it?

The thought process:

First of all, gave him a darker skin tone, that light grey doesn't cut it for me, unfortunately.

Also heard that his inspiration was Dr. Facilier and with that in mind, I wanted to make him look like him a bit more like him.

The mostly grey and black color palette was inspired by 99monchrome's take on Alastor. Teddy's take is pretty amazing.

If I remember, there was something about him being hunted and shot at like a deer while escaping the authorities. The headshot manifests as a small red X on his forehead.

Gave him a pencil moustache since I wanted him to look like a grown man in the 1930s. Plus, there is a seemingly noticeable lack of facial hair on every male character in this show. (If you're showing me an example of the opposite, please do not give me some background character or any Helluva boss character.)

An extra set of teeth will appear within the slits on his mouth, forming to prevent Alastor from being ever able to frown.

His mouth is also constantly bleeding.

A small detail that would be easy to miss but his eyes are radio dials.

He has a tail and fur on his body because I think it's cute.

Sort of like Velvette in the series, I do want to have Alastor drastically change hairstyles from time to time. Dreads, Twists, Straightened, Buzzed, etc.

A little detail just important to me is that his eyebrows go from thin to thick at its ends.

He does have fur all over his body.

[fashionteahouse]

Heyy! Could you do a Paul x reader where she gets into fights all the time but now she’s pregnant and he’s about to fight someone and Paul has to hold her back

hii ! sure <3 hope you enjoy :)

no problems - paul x reader

Nobody cared about the distance. Paul willingly drove the extra miles away from home. The only thing that was important was your craving for a mall pretzel.

He went as far as standing in line for you, as you sat in a chair nearby. There was no way he was making you stand that long. The line was a bit long but you couldn’t really blame the people. The pretzel was just that good.

While the person in front of him was ordering, you got up, to walk to where he was in line. Paul moves to the side to let you stand in his spot in line so you could tell them exactly what you want.

After telling you the drink he wanted, he moves to go grab a straw.

A frown was staring at your back. You didn’t know. The person behind you let their frown be revealed when they cut you in line.

You at first, didn’t know if that person had lost their mind at such audacity.

You decided to play it safe at first, after all, you had a human inside of you.

Reaching forward, you tap three times on their shoulder but they don’t move their body, just their head to the side.

“You just cut in front of me.” you tell them.

“It wasn’t a problem when you did it.” they answer back smartly and turn their head back forward.

“It’s quite obvious that my place was being saved.” you tell her, gesturing towards the belly that stuck out. They just roll their eyes, showing you that they’re not paying that any type of mind.

It was their turn, ordering an ice cold drink. A large. Boiling with anger with narrowed eyes, you watch as the smug and rude person get handed their drink. They had to walk past to get to the straws.

Your hand strike up at the cup that their holding, making the cup leap up in their hands and splashing the ice mixed liquid all over their clothes and the floor.

Their jaw is dropped. They look at you but you step to them. Your anger not allowing you to think about anything else.

“What’s your problem?” they ask.

“You. You want no problems. Trust me.” you tell her as you step to her. Your hand goes up to strike her but Paul catches it and steer you away from the future crime scene.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks firmly in a volume that only you could hear.

You detach away from him, noticing that he walked you away from the situation. You were not done. Two hands wrapped around the top part of your body, pulling you back, halting you from walking back to the situation at hand.

“So, you’re on her side?” you ask, eyes wild and ferocious.

“What? No! You cannot be out here fighting while pregnant. Come on now, Y/N.” Paul says to you, trying to reason with you.

“See? You did all of that and didn’t get what you wanted.” he points out, trying to bring out logic instead of emotion.

“You’re right. I didn’t get to pulverize her like I wanted to.” you say while gritting your teeth watching the liquid soaked person try to dry themselves with thin napkins.

“Y/N. Stop. You have to think about our baby. What if something happens?” he says to you, taking a good look at you.

You take a good look at him and sees his concerned face, he even placed a hand on your stomach to gesture his point.

You sigh and decide to calm down, but only because Paul wanted you to.

“Here. Drink this.” he tells you and hands you his drink and guides you to another table and chair, “Sit here. Just calm down. You’re okay.” he says and gives you a kiss. “I’ll go back in line to get what you came here for, okay?” he tells you.

You nod and place the straw between your lips as you watch him walk back in line. It wasn’t as long as the first time but you were a bit glad about the situation. You watch the workers take fresh hot pretzels out of the oven. They were way better being fresh.

[nipuni]

Time for an old school blog post, Hello!

Just various updates about life and shows and clothes and some photos! Adding a read more cut because I talk too much 😊

Happy equinox everyone!! The mild weather has been wonderful for daily park walks. We have been taking our meals outside as often as we can to make the most of it before summer scorches the land and all life. The longer days allow for a lot more wandering too but the imminent return of the heat is also making the longing to move up north worse by the day. We miss the choppy ocean and seaside cliffs 😭 We love the silence and the rain and the nippy sea breeze!! it's like being suspended in early spring for half the year and a rainy autumn the other half, Ideal if you don't mind humidity, but that's what wellies and flat caps are for. We have been looking for properties to rent to show up everyday so for now we lie in wait.

Speaking of nature, a few months ago we discovered a free app called Plantnet that you use to take and upload photos of plants, trees, flowers and it will identify them for you. You keep a log with their locations and can share them too to help contribute to each local biodiversity database. It feels like a pokedex for plants. There are many apps like this one to choose from too. It's been so fun learning what all these plants are called and memorizing them! I recommend it, is like a little educational side quest to take on while stretching your legs and getting some fresh air. This is not an ad I promise lmao I just think it's neat! kind of sad feeling the need to clarify that.

This weather is also making me want to start making outfit posts again! It's been so long since I made any!! my winter wardrobe is mostly long wool coats or capes and boots so the inspiration wasn't there but now I'm ready to pull out all my stuff back from under my bed storage and experiment again 👏 I've also been meaning to share some of Nicolas outfits for ages too so there is more variety, could be fun!

Speaking of clothes, lately I've grown more and more frustrated with how poorly most clothes fit me to the point where I'm considering learning how to make them from scratch. I usually have to take in the tops and hem the bottoms but most things I try on are just built weird even if I fix the size, or maybe I'm built weird! I think it may be both. Nicolas also said he would love to learn along with me so we will probably embark on that adventure soon. OH and on a short tangent, I got myself a sort of binder-like top that flattens the chest a bit and I'm loving it! I'm very flat already but what little bust I do have has always bothered me when I dress and I've found I feel a lot more comfortable in this type of top. I'm glad I tried it out so if you feel similarly you may want to give it a go too, see how it feels!

On the media side of things we have also been watching more of David Tennant's work. We are still very much in love with him to an embarrassing degree, you can probably tell if you follow me anywhere, my likes on twitter alone give me away alksjdf and Nicolas isn't any better! if he used social media his would look the same lmao.

Since my last report we have watched and absolutely LOVED "There She Goes" we already want to watch it again honestly. The family dynamics for all his characters are always so real and refreshing!! Their relationship with their wives especially are always so believable in every series we've seen, the comfort and camaraderie, the banter and just friendship! You can tell they enjoy each other's company, it feels true. I love it so much!!

We also watched "Inside man" which was..a very stressful mess but David was incredible as always, also very hot and very pitiful which is always great, and Stanley Tucci was on it! so that's also fun.

Then we rewatched season one of Good Omens and the first 4 seasons of Doctor Who, with all the extra content like the Confidentials, deleted scenes, video diaries and more, they are just so good!! our list of favourite episodes keeps growing, season four is incredible, we are loving all these seasons even more the second time around!! Now we are probably going to start watching either Classic Who or Torchwood, along with more of David's work. We were trying to pick what to watch during dinner the other day and Nicolas was like 'damn, David is not in this though, I miss him' and lmao same so now we just watch one show without him and one with him right after to cope 😂

OH we have also been doing more historical reenactment! Since the last one in the 20's we jumped back to Regency times. We have been putting our outfits together for a ball soon and hopefully another one in autumn in the UK 😊 1800 is the farthest back in time we've been yet so it's been fun doing research, finding pieces and learning the dances in class but also very hectic. I'll share more about this soon!

Then we also have a couple of 1900 events coming soon, so I'll be sharing more Edwardian looks as well, our favourite era!!

Anyway I think that's all for now, thanks for reading to whoever is doing so!! I know this is long and not a popular blogging format anymore but I enjoy it a lot, maybe some of you do too 🥰 I will reply to some messages soon, I'm so sorry I'm so bad at keeping up with those!! I've read them all and cherish every word 🥺 Thank you for supporting my art and shenanigans as always!! I hope you have a great week!!

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bliss redesign based off one I made in my teens

thought process + various other bits and bobs under the cut

I was 15 and annoyed by everything that moved when this character first came out, so in my own head I was very much making a Point with this redesign. Hence, I made very minimal changes. I wanted to work with what was already there and basically just make the existing design more thought-through. Little breakdown ahead (keeping in mind i myself am very much An Amateur who doesn’t know shit and am just ranting about my opinions and i also haven’t seen a single second of the 2016 reboot so i don’t know much about Bliss to begin with)

1. one of my Biggest pet peeves with Bliss is that the powerpuff girls each have bangs that are simple, memorable, and iconic while also being unique from each other and being reminiscent of irl little girls hairstyles. It’s very neat and clever and I like it a lot

and then Bliss has this confusing jumble of shapes that looks like it changes in style halfway across her forehead

i have absolutely no idea what the intent is here. My only guess is maybe it’s meant to look weird on purpose like she was trying to cut it herself or something (I suspect it’s something like that since she seems to have normal looking bangs as a little kid from what I can see) but it doesn’t really come off that way if that’s the case. It just looks like baby’s first PPG OC where you Understand that it’s meant to be hair and that it is made out of shapes but have 0 understanding of hairstyle or character design in general. Heck I might have put this exact hairline on a character in the past at the age of like 8

So in my redesign she’s got 5 even notches across her bangs, not thee most exciting change but it does the job I think. It is pretty reminiscent of Blossom but they look different enough from each other that I wasn’t too worried about it

2. low-hanging fruit time, Bliss’s hair color is horrible on the eyes. I’m bewildered at the decision to do this, especially since there is just so much of it, I struggle to think of how she could exist in any scene without hogging all the viewer’s attention constantly. That said, I understand they wanted her to have an unnatural hair color to really signal that she is a Fresh new Teen character from the late 2010’s, which is. Whatever, that’s fine, so she gets purple hair now. I kept the streak for the same reason, especially since she’s got a lot of hair, so no harm in a little extra interest in there.

I also learned recently that her hair glows sometimes? which i did Not know when first drawing her but well i think the darker color helps anyway. It adds some contrast for when she’s normal vs when she’s glowing and makes the latter appear more,, idk threatening or powerful or whatever the mood generally is when she’s doing that.

I did re-add that toothpaste blue to her eyelids though. I like to think it’s also the color of her lasers. It’s a cute color, just not as like 70% of this character’s palette

3. real talk I was drawing this from memory and didn’t mean to change the way her hair flares out from her head. realistically I think the original is fine, maybe just a little boring but fine, so that part of the redesign was an accident. Only thing is, it’s in the exact same position in every screenshot I’ve seen? It doesn’t seem to whip around when she’s flying or anything which looks weird and probably looks weirder in motion, especially since it takes up so much space onscreen. Idk it’s a strange decision, esp since the original show liked to use the ppg’s hair to emphasize their movement, so I’d just bring more movement into her hair. I mean if nothing else it’d make her look cooler.

very very rough little visual of what I mean

I also ended up making it shorter in my redesign—again, not really intentional, but I think it’s better that it eats up a little less of her silhouette

4. Her headband is largely the same, I didn’t hate the idea of her having an accessory, so I just toned down the colors. I’m not personally a fan of the powder blue and that pink heart is very bright and just doesn’t go with the rest of her (once again the color of her hair is doing it no favors). I also moved the heart over. Not necessarily needed I think, but I feel like it reads quicker as a headband and not a weird crown that way+introduces some asymmetry into her design that I think is nice.

5. my biggest gripe other than her bangs are her hips. I’m not against adding anatomy to this character design to make her read visually as older than the girls, but it’s so awkwardly done and distracting. I feel like it even interferes with her line of action more often than not (which is not helped by her unmoving hair).

Part of the issue is she still has the teeny tiny torso, just… with those square-ish hips slapped on, which makes her legs look all gangly and stretched out. I tried to balance out the proportions more in my redesign, as well as change the hips to a flared skirt. I think it helps differentiate her from the girls and still implies hips underneath, it just also functions as a less clunky transition from her torso to her legs.

Lengthening her torso also allows the stripe to look more like a belt above the skirt, which I think helps to sell her as “similar, but not the same” from the ppg

6. Her leggings(? Idk Im not a fashion person) aren’t a bad idea I think. like a more mature version of the girls’ stockings, but I think the white makes them look really distracting. It would help to make them a darker color I think, but since I wanted to keep them reminiscent of the girls’ socks I kept them white and just shortened them.

7. Not really sure what Bliss is wearing on her feet. I think they’re Mary Janes, but they’re drawn a bit different from the girls’ and I honestly think it’s too babyish a shoe for her to wear. I’m not sure what she’s actually wearing in my redesign either honestly, but the goal was just to make them look like the girls’ Mary Janes while clearly being something different.

8. Uh her signature color is something I’ve contemplated changing a lot but to be real I think it’s fine. I feel it was a very bad idea from a marketing standpoint because people were hype about Bunny and would obviously be mad they didn’t get her once the character actually dropped (and in the long-run she would just end up being overshadowed by the character everyone has already assigned that color to) but I’m personally not bugged by her being purple beyond that. If I were to draw them together though I think Bunny would have a more pinky shade of purple and Bliss leans more blue.

Loosely on the same topic, because of Bliss I’ve had a running headcanon that “only child” types of powerpuffs tend to come out purple. Kind of like how trios tend to have a red, blue, and green. It’s a fun little piece of fake lore to rotate around in my brain

Anyway with all that out of the way, here’s some redesigns I decided to have some fun with. Wasn’t being too precious about recognizability or simplicity or anything like that, but I did run out of steam partway through. There’s also one based off Whoopass Bell bc idk, why not

Finally, here’s some OCs I only ever drew once before out of a desire to give Bliss her own teen girl archetypes to form a team with. This is Bee and Beetle, who I’ll probably definitely forget about again immediately after posting this

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Spoilery thoughts on Batman #148:

This story was pretty clearly drafted to be a 5 or 6 issue story, probably originally resolving in #150 as bringing the family together is a nice round number issue sort of event. My best guess is that the Nakano and Vandal Savage plot and some more of the back ups around the captured villains got cut to the bone to speed things up after Zdarsky was told #150 was needed for Absolute Power (and #149 is apparently doing the epilogue to set up for whatever goes on in Absolute Power). There’s a couple of really clear “and we just skipped 3-4 pages” sort of moments in the shape of the script for this issue (and in hindsight in #147) that if it had been allowed even an extra issue the story would have more space to breathe.

And despite that revised pagecount, Zdarsky still manages to deliver the moments he wanted to bring for Dick, Babs, Jason, Tim and Damian, so I’m impressed by that. Cass unfortunately did get relegated, but if I’m being objective about this, DC’s still waffling over whether Current Cass is adopted or not, and Zdarsky was already juggling a big list of characters (plus part of the point of having a big cast is that you don’t HAVE to focus on all the cast).

I did like how much space Zdarsky still found for the Damian-Tim-ZEA Robin plot. That did NOT resolve the way I predicted from the costume’s first hints in the background (I was totally on team ‘Tim puts on the costume sacrificially to try to get through to ZEA Bruce thinking he can handle this, and gets brainwashed’), but it was satisfying in terms of acknowledging Tim and Damian’s relationship (it was giving me Gates of Gotham vibes, which are the best Tim and Damian working together vibes), there was more discussion of the different elements both bring to the role of Robin and what’s good and bad about each, and how ZEA Robin doesn’t understand what makes you Robin. It was a pretty balanced fight scene. Tim gives Damian an assist, Damian gives Tim an assist, Tim’s a bit too overconfident and pays for it, Damian was a bit petulant about having to sit part of it out (though being tied up is like, PURE Robin aesthetic).

As far as the costumes go for the Robins Fight scene: honestly, switching Tim into a darker costume that was black and green with red accents complemented Damian’s black and grey with red accents aesthetic well, and contrasted with the ZEA costume being so bright red and yellow (which is playing off the original red, yellow and purple ZEA suit). Jimenez also gave everyone a different mask shape, which also helped distinguish everyone when you have three ‘Robins’ appearing in the same fight. All the Bat redesigns at the moment are leaning into darker palettes, and I appreciated the choice to go back to green as Tim’s ‘colour’, rather than red, given: his pre-2006 history used to use green quite often as his distinguishing colour; he can share it with Babs (team green for the computer nerds!); it’s not a colour they’ve particularly focused on for Damian for ages; and it gets him out from under having to share colour palette with Jason, given Jason can’t keep a costume consistent for a year.

It’s fine. It’s not my favourite Robin design I’ve ever seen, it’s not the worst Robin design I’ve ever seen (even on Tim), and it made the fight a lot clearer to follow.

I really liked that Barbara’s contribution was Oracle based and it made her inclusion make sense. I cackled at Dick getting to punch Daniel Captio (I was having serious echoes of the Cave argument in Bruce Wayne: Murderer/Fugitive, and from Tim’s delighted face for that punch I think Tim was too).

In terms of Jason, having him volunteer to take on the Lazarus-linked part of the plot and tell Bruce “let us have control of our own decisions” IS the resolution and apology for the mind alteration plot (which I am still pretty sure was a Rosenberg driven decision, not a Zdarsky one, in Gotham War), and look. That’s the sort of resolution you get a lot for comics plots. They’re cool. It was never going to end up as a big song and dance.

I like that the resolution pulled everything back to Failsafe. Good way to round off 2 years on the title. Nice extended story arc, with shout outs all the way back to #125.

I did have to laugh at Nakano calling Cass, Steph and Duke ‘child soldiers’ though. Those are all actual adults, sir! Even Duke’s supposed to be 18+ now.

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IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - The Ep8 Script (Pt2)

Thanks to slitwrstsavior sharing the script and @memorian for digitizing it! <3

Had to do Pt1 in chunks, cuz of Tumblr's 30-pic limit.

DANGIT. So this was INTENTIONALLY vague, not just some weird choppiness or cut footage.

Ohhhh.... They added just a tiny extra line--

But it's a SPICY line, cuz it implies that Les wasn't fully cooperating/on board with the rehearsal. BUT! Like I said, there's no effing mention/emphasis/indication that he was INJURED, either, which is an L.

They changed it--Louis looks UP, into the middle distance.

I'm fine with it either way--this scene had me and my bff SCREECHING.

Pet peeve, but the crew really should've been spritzing these vampires with a spray bottle of red blood, so we'd SEE the BLOOD SWEAT. (I was thinking about this when that post was circulating about vampire sex in IWTV fanfiction, like, AMC didn't show visual vampiric cues like Blood Sweat or blood (ejaculate) stains on the coffin lining--Les' was WHITE, and we KNOW Loustat was going at it in the coffins, so were they just reupholstering CONSTANTLY?) The books mention Blood Sweat all the time, all over their clothes, but the show just focused on Blood Tears (and ofc Les' ear hemorrhages).

OOOOOOOO.....!!! 👀 That highlighted bit was cut out! "You have grown warm again, filled with the love which you first came to Paris with." WUUUUT!?! So Armand's mind-wipe gaslighting BS against Louis was in the exact same vein as Claudia "finding her childlike wonder again"--which was IMPOSSIBLE, since ARMAND was the one that beat it out of her, Mr. 500 Performances, Mr. Sleep In Your Costume; Mr. They Gave Me A Choice; Mr. I Will Not Harm You.

I seriously suspect that every time Louis had an "outburst" like he said in 1x2, or "acted out," Armand would be like "Go back to your first night in Paris--forget all the bad stuff, just be warm & happy [with me];" but then Lou would FIGHT it (or rather: Daniel's constant prodding would PUSH Louis to fight it), and Armand would have to do it all over again. (My question's why didn't he just kill Daniel? Arrogance, I reckon--he severely underestimated just how good Daniel was; and "You can get lazy," like Lou said, cuz Armand didn't even bother to read Dan's thoughts to learn that the Talamasca was feeding Daniel all this extra information).

They cut that line, too--was Louis parroting him (fighting hypnosis), asking him (for clarification), or challenging him (indignant)?

That might also explain the new couches, LOL, if he wrecked them from the impact or bled on them or something.

(We already know Jacob improvised shaking Eric's hand.)

MLS = LePere Schloop?

Too bad we didn't get this--I wanted to see the main door/lobby of the penthouse (certainly not for my The Sims Dubai penthouse layout, no sir~!) .

They added extra lines about the hurricane being pre-July.

Uhhh.... This might imply certain things. Cuz I've been saying that the post-Paris timeline makes no effing sense (X X), and now we have confirmation(?) that Louis' had an Amex membership since 1951.... Even though Amex credit cards were only started in 1958, as a competitor for the Diner's Card that started in 1950 -- so was Louis an INVESTOR who helped launch the Amex credit card!? XD STFU, AMC! I thought y'all said No Forrest Gumpness!? XD

Also: HOW does Louis qualify for all these credit cards? (We saw he had a regular Amex Green Card in 1973 SanFran). According to Amex application qualifications, you need a US SSN or ITIN; OR a foreign credit card to apply.

And France isn't listed. (Unless anyone's French and has an Amex card who can correct me?)

SSNs have been issued since FDR (1936), so Louis SHOULD have one...but it would be from 1936-40 (pre-Mardi Gras), or after Paris () . Meaning on paper he'd be in his 80s in 2022, so I don't imagine he'd be a Black Card carrier for too much longer, unless he's got someone on the inside cooking the books for him.

Omfg AMC I hate y'all. got me out here overthinking effing PROPS.

They added a few lines about the green "pearly gates" of 1132:

And took out a few lines:

And took out an interesting bit of tea:

So the people of ~1940s NOLA thought Claudia was Louis' daughter (Claudia DPDL confirmed???) but the grapevine ALSO rumored that she was his child bride--OOF! 💀 (Which tracks with the AR pedo/incest stuff. Thank goodness they DON'T remember his name!)

Rolin keeps mentioning this smashed piano, but I HAVE LOOKED, but I also have crap eyesight (curse you, midnight gaming sessions), and I just don't frikkin see any smashed piano. HELP.

DEFINITELY not the Mayfair mansion though! XD DANG, I wish they'd included a few frames of gangs tryna rob the Garden District homes, coming up on the Mayfair house, and IMMEDIATELY booking past it like they'd seen a ghost. CROSSOVER, AMC, COME ONNNN.

Drats, I wanted to see Millennial Fledgling try to square up against Lou, and get one of Lou's patented condescending smirks. XD

And Les looked dirty, but he didn't look malnourished, sadly; which I'm still mad about.

In the FLOORBOARDS? OK, come through, BRUCE--I been saying this about Lestat, yet people wanna call me names!

New rule, AMC: NEVER remove Loustat lines. We need ALL the angst. Les out here like: ain't no way a baddie like Lou is SINGLE! XD

S3 BETTER show us Les watching the most vapid ish on Youtube, omg.

LOL

Drats--it might have been cool to see him with those huge pupils he gets when he's mad/hungry, but ah well; he still looked like a gorgeous BAMF.

EXCELLENT SCRIPT, EXCELLENT SHOW, GAAAAAAAH!!! ❤️

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JUST SAW THE "Wanting to write x Autistic!Reader" POST AND IMMEDIATELY CAME HERE TO SUGGEST! How about Cillian x Autistic!Actress!Reader??? Let's say the reader was doing silly little things when the director gave them a break after filming a long scene? Rest of it can be your choice since i don't know much about autism! 😭

I FUCKING LOVE THIS IDEA AS SOMEONE WHO LOVES CILLIAN, WANTS TO BE AN ACTOR, AND IS AUTISTIC. COMING RIGHT UP.

That’s a Wrap! | Cillian Murphy x Autistic!Actress!Reader

Wc: 1k

Summary: after a long day of filming your overstimulated and tired and just need to unwind, thankfully your boyfriend Cillian is there to help you out

Includes: Pure tooth rotting fluff, happy & overwhelmed stimming, Overstimulation (not in a sexual way.), generally common autism symptoms

Disclaimer: I’ve written this based on my personal experiences with autism, everyone experiences it differently though so I apologize if this doesn’t fully relate to how it affects you. (+ Not proofread)

“That’s a wrap for today!” Yelled the director as the cameras cut. “Go home, get some rest and make sure those of you on schedule for tomorrow are here on time!” he reminded before beginning to help pack up some of the equipment.

A grateful sigh left your lips as the shooting for the day finally ended. It was late and today’s schedule had been crazy, shooting since 9 AM and going almost non stop till 11 PM.

You wasted no time rushing off set and towards your trailer, leaving your boyfriend and cast mate Cillian behind. This didn’t bother him though, he knew your day was long and you didn’t think you needed to wait for him, there was no logical reason for you too since you had stuff to get done without him.

So, Cillian took his time getting back to his trailer and changed out of his costume. Meanwhile you did the same. You arrived at your trailer and immediately washed off all the makeup on your face, the feeling of it caked on made you feel so dirty and you had to scrub like crazy to feel clean, even past the point where visually it was all gone.

You relished the feeling of being able to peel off your costume, this one being not a great one as the fabric left your neck a bit itchy and it was tight around your arms. The costume made its way onto a hanger and was swiftly hung on a wrack for the costume people to come grab later.

Once you were in comfy clothes and felt clean you just stood in the middle of your trailer for a moment, your hands softly opening and closing into fists as you tried to get out all your stress and unwind. Your senses had just been extra off the wall today, all the noises on set bothering you more than usual and then the costume and makeup and your stupid hairdo for the scene you did earlier. It all just had you so frustrated.

A frown crept onto your face as you realized that in your frustration you stomped off right as the scene ended and didn’t wait for Cillian. You have honestly completely forgot about him, outta sight outta mind really.

As if on cue there was a soft knock at the door to your trailer. Your eyes lit up and you rushed over to open the door. There standing on the steps was Cillian, in his comfortable clothes and a cozy jacket to protect him from the cold. In his hands you noticed what he had brought, your headphones! You had left them in his trailer before shooting started.

Your hands reached forward and immediately grabbed the headphones from him. “My headphones! I was wondering where they went!” You exclaimed.

Cillian just smiled and stepped inside the trailer, closing the door behind him and hanging his jacket up on a hook by the door. He put a hand on your shoulder and kissed the top of your head, “I saw you left them on my counter and figured you’d be needing them.” he said softly, knowing you probably didn’t want to hear anything too loud anymore. You smiled and nodded quickly. “Oh and Hi love! Sorry I just got so excited about you bringing me my stuff” you giggled before wrapping your arms around him in a sweet hug.

He wrapped his arms around you aswell, squeezing you tightly for a moment as he knew you liked, the pressure on your body calming you down. You immediately relaxed in his embrace and let him hold you there for a moment.

You pulled away from the hug after a bit, looking at him and grinning, “I’m gonna go lay down.” You said before pulling away and grabbing your favorite blanket off the trailer couch. Cillian ruffled your hair as you moved away from him, “how about I join you love?” he suggested, wanting to make sure you knew that he understood if you wanted alone time.

“Yes please! That would be nice!” You beamed, “oh can we cuddle, please!” you asked sweetly. He nodded “of course sweetheart, anything for you.” he agreed.

Your smile grew impossibly wider and your hands shook quickly to express your happiness and excitement. No matter how long you dated you always loved getting to cuddle with him and just seeing how much he loved you. He was so sweet and you weren’t super used to it even after a year.

Cillian followed you as you quickly shuffled into the small bedroom in your trailer and you flopped down dramatically onto the bed, causing Cillian to chuckle softly. “You’re so cute honey.” He mused, his tone dripping with affection.

This compliment always made you flustered, your face being impossibly red and your smile growing impossibly wide, as it always did when he flustered you or just made you so so happy. You couldn’t control his affect on you.

He climbed into the bed beside you and held his arms open. You got your stuff and snuggled close to him, your head on his chest and arms curled up by yourself. He pulled the blanket he knew you loved up so it covered you fully, keeping you nice and warm and he watched you grab it slightly and snuggle closer, if that was even possible.

you yawned once more as you finally got to really relax for the first time all day. “Thank you Cill.” You mumbled with a soft smile on your lips. He put a hand on your head and pet your hair softly. “Of course sweetheart, I love you.”

you nodded, “yeah. Or hah sorry I mean, I love you too.” you chuckled softly at yourself. Sometimes just forgetting you were supposed to also express verbally your feelings for him.

But even if you didn’t say it, he knew you loved him just as much as he loved you.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to flutter shut and you to doze off snuggled up to him, his embrace on you tight and protective just like always- and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

Fit for a King - WIP - “I never miss the shots I take”

Fit for a King - Masterlist

a/n: this got a bit darker, but to balance it all out there's some cute smutty stuff later in the chapter - hope you enjoy

König, Müller and the KorTac Team are on a mission to get a target out of a prison, everything went well, but lying in bed, Müller is uneasy and reflects on today…

TW/CW: mentions of violence and death (ptsd), nsfw explicit scenes

I lie on the bunk in my tent and I can't fucking sleep. Today's mission replays in my head, over and over again. I almost missed one of the prisonguards. König ziplined up the tower, thinking it was all clear, when the guard stepped around the corner, running into him. Luckily my eyes were on him and I dropped the guard before he could even reach König.

"Achtung, Maus1!", he shouted over the coms. A moment later he added "Nice shot though." and I could hear the smile in his voice. I was extra careful after that. My eyes didn't leave him at all, were glued to him. Everything after that went smoothly and we got the target out, no problem.

But the feel of worry didn't go away and it's still eating me up a bit. The target already got lifted by heli, brought to the nearest hospital because the injuries were too severe to leave them with the field medic. We're going to get picked up tomorrow 1100. Enough of a break for most of the team to sit in the main tent and relax a bit. I can hear their laughs faintly and I'm sure booze is involved.

I didn't want to join them. The lingering feeling that I almost failed today and almost got one of my teammates killed – not just anyone, but the Colonel – got my mind racing and overthinking. What if I hadn't seen the guard when I did? What if I had missed my shot? What if the guard had moved faster or got a shot off at König?

I wanted to apologize to him. But after we rescued the target, he didn't leave their side. Then later he was in the meeting tent, doing all the boring organisational work with Horangi. And I didn't want to disturb them. I went for a shower, washing all the dirt and grime off myself, missing warm water already (one of the few luxuries I always miss on missions). By the time, Nikto asked me if I wanted to join them in the team tent, I was already spiraling into overthinking territory and drafting apologies in my head, so I declined. And that's why I'm lying in my bunk right now, rehashing every detail and going over what happened. Again.

As the only woman on this smaller mission, they gave me my own small tent, so at least nobody will see me in this state. I groan and push my head into the pillow. Relax, Karina, nothing happened. You didn't miss the shot. He's fine. Still standing tall. Mental images of Håkon bust their way to the forefront of my mind. Breathe, I tell myself, just breathe, as the scenes of his death replay almost as vividly as when he was shot right in front of me.

I don't really register what's happening around me, as the moment his head rolls back replays over and over again, until I feel a big heavy hand on my neck. "Müller, Müller!" The voice is calling my name. The scream I let go gets swallowed up by the pillow until I'm being flipped. "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay.", the voice continues to try and calm me down as another big hand comes down on my mouth to stop my screams. "Breathe, Sergeant, breathe." The commanding tone of the voice cuts through the panic hazing my mind and my blurry vision starts to turn clear. I take two deep breaths and a t-shirt fashioned into a sniper hood fills my field of view, two eyes looking worriedly at me from the two holes cut into the front. The first thing I notice is that there is no eyeblack around them, just a bit left on the lower lashline, giving him an emo look.

"Erde an Maus2, everything okay?" I nod hesitatingly, holding back the tears I feel pricking in the corners of my eyes. I'm not gonna cry in front of the Colonel. "I'm okay.", I say, not sounding convincing at all. I'm glad he shook me out of my flashback, but his presence confronts me with the reason why I had a flashback in the first place.

"Uh, good that you're here, I guess.", I say trying to sit up. My head is swimming. "I actually wanted to talk to you about today." Even I can hear that I'm slurring my words, I'm still so loopy. "Hey, hey, langsam3." His arm loops around my waist. "Maybe you should go to the medical tent?", he suggests steadying me while he completely skips over the fact I wanted to talk to him. I try to ignore the feeling, as I'm reminded of the way he grabbed me just a few days ago, which was so different from now. "No, it... It'll be fine, I just need to bring oxygen back into my body." I slump down. "I guess, I didn't get proper air when… the pillow..."

His big hand strokes over my back just once, in a comforting manner, and I sigh. "Okay, you know best.", he says simply and relief floods my veins. "But I'm gonna stay here for a bit, so you don't collapse while nobody is here, okay, Mauserl4?" Mauserl. What a weird word. The ‘au’ is long and broad and the ‘l’ sounds soft and breathy. I nod and keep breathing.

"Oh, this is so stupid.", I groan and bury my face in my hands ashamedly. "Hey, stop it.", he says, carefully pulling them away again. "It's not stupid. That's just the way it is in our line of work, unfortunately.", he says and I can hear the sad smile in his voice. "I can't count all the times I actually pulled somebody from a flashback and then comforted them. You're one of us and unfortunately that comes with the package." His hand continues to stroke up and down my back, and we just sit in silence for a few moments.

"I almost fucked up today.", I say then, soundlessly. "How?", he asks, confusion mixing into his voice. "I almost missed the guard that was on the tower you infiltrated." – "Müller, that was not your assignment. And you eliminated him on sight.", he explains calmly. “But what if I hadn’t seen him or missed or something like that?”, I worry. “Did that ever happen?”, he asks softer than I would have expected him to ever talk to me. I shake my head and smile sadly. “I never miss the shots I take.” His hand stills for a moment and then starts to caress me again. “Then what happened?” I sigh. “I- I hesitated. For just a second. And instead of me dropping the enemy, my teammate got a headshot from them.” I’m looking at my hands. They’re shaking hard. A sniper’s hand should never shake. I ball them into fists, swallowing down the next wave of tears. “It was my fault that he died.” His other hand softly grips my chin and makes me look up at him.

I meet his eyes and they’re soft, so soft. He wipes away one stray tear rolling down my face. “You can’t change what happened. That’s the way it is unfortunately.”, he says, honestly, stern, and yet calm enough to give me some weird kind of comfort. “Beating yourself up doesn’t bring them back. We still all do it.” There’s sadness in his expression as well. “It’s the harsh truth. But we can still look out for our comrades that are still alive and kicking.” He’s smiling at me, I can see it by the way his nose is scrunching up and the laugh lines around his eyes get more prominent. It looks downright cute. “So, you don’t need to apologize for anything. Thank you for looking out for me.”, he tells me and I hear the sincerity in his voice. I nod and cast my eyes down. “I would do that for anyone of my mates.”, I say. “I know, but still. Thank you.”, he repeats again, with that soft voice that is making me feel things. I can’t look at him right now, feeling vulnerable and shy. It was easier to be stand-off-ish and flirty with him rather than… like this! Whatever this is.

“Hm, so shy, I don’t know you like this.”, he chuckles. “Weren’t you the woman that threw me over her back? That wanted me to take her and eat her up just a few day ago?” That pulls me out of my shyness. My head whips up to look at him again, and I feel heat creep up my face. “You started it. Both times.”, I say poutily, but I can’t help the little smile coming through. He shrugs lightly. “Maybe…” His eyes are twinkling and I would have given anything to see the grin on his face right now. His hand is on my cheek again. “Mh, look, already smiling again.” His thumb is caressing my cheek. And he’s close, so close.

“What do you say? You want me to take your mind off of it? Distract you a little bit?”, he asks, his face just a few inches from mine. You don’t have to be a psychic to know what kind of distraction he’s talking about. I nod, starring into his eyes, biting my own lip at the thought of him making some of his words true. “Use your words, Liebes5.”, he coos pulling my lip down. “Yes please.”, I blurt out without hesitation. He chuckles again, satisfied at my answer. His hands let go of me and grab the waist of my pants. I help him get it off, hurriedly, and he signals me to slow down. “Just let me, okay?” And I let him.

König gets rid of my panties as well, then he gets up from the floor and sits next to me on the bunk, pulling me into his lap, so my back is against his front, hard, warm, comforting. One arm he hooks under my leg, spreading me for him. My nerves are starting to get to me, but then I hear him groan, right beside my ear. It sends a wave of arousal over me because it’s so fucking hot when men make those little sounds. His right hand is slowly trailing down my stomach, the fingers softly caressing me. My breath hitches in my throat as he’s almost reached my pussy, and I can feel him hesitating as well for just the shortest moment. It feels like crossing a boundary. A boundary we’re both willing to leave behind us.

His fingers slide down and we both moan, almost in unison, when he touches me for the first time, definitely needy and already a bit wet. “We have to be quiet”, he whispers and I bite my lip again as he explores, stroking, caressing. I whimper as he slowly begins to circle my clit with two of his digits, dipping a bit deeper down with every flick of his wrist. I can feel myself growing wetter, more turned on, and I grab onto his arm that is still holding up my left leg while my other hand is sliding up to his shoulder. I just need to touch him too, and I don’t want to reach for his face because of his mask…

Then he pushes into me, one finger at first, slowly in and out. “Hmm, so wet for me.” He adds another finger, stretching me out. I let out a deep sigh. “More, please.” He chuckles. “Aye, Ma’am.” He finds a rhythm with his fingers and the palm of his hand presses against me with every push. His touches get me worked up fast and my hips move out of their own volition, grinding against him. “Yes, ride my fingers.”, he coos.

I look to the side and find his eyes that are already on me. And suddenly the cheeky reach-around, a little impersonal, is getting way too hot, and all too real. Those are my Colonel’s fingers in my pussy and from the thinly veiled lust in his eyes, he’s enjoying this. A lot. The little distraction, meant for my pleasure, is getting to him. “Feel so fucking good.”, he grunts. He pushes deeper, his fingertips brushing over the most sensitive spot inside me. Fuck, that’s only his fingers, and I already feel so full. How would it be like to take his dick?

His head dips down, breaking the eye contact, until his lips touch the side of my neck. Kissing, nibbling, licking, and I’m reminded of how he bit me, and I almost want to tell him to mark me, but the last shred of sanity is holding me back. “Come on, Prinzessin6, come for me.”, he breathes against my skin, the breath skitting over the wet patches he left with his mouth and tongue. “I wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His thumb is strumming over my clit and his mouth sucks on the most sensitive spot on my neck, and the sensations push me over the edge and I follow his command. He doesn’t stop fingerfucking me and helps me ride the orgasm out until I’m spent and breathing heavily in his arms. My head rolls back onto his shoulder and we just stay like this for a moment.

I look back at him, aware that he’s still inside me. But he pulls out his fingers and before I realise, he brings them to his lips. I can’t really see what he’s doing because of his hood, but the way his hand moves and how his eyes roll back, he must be… he’s licking my arousal of his fingers. My chin drops. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.”, he finally says meeting my eyes again, and I can’t help the blush rising to my cheeks. I’m at a loss for words, but the way he looks at me… my god. I consider dropping down on the floor, to my knees, just freeing his dick and taking him in my mouth. But he gets up with me in his arms, holding me against his chest for just a moment. I let myself enjoy the embrace, his scent and warmth giving me another sense of comfort.

König sets me down on the bunk bed, pulling my sleeping bag over me. “Good night, Mauserl4, sleep tight.”, he says pressing a kiss on my forehead and I melt a little. God damn it. I look after him as he leaves, maybe admiring his butt a bit, the sway of his hips bringing more dirty thoughts to my mind. He peeks out the tent, looking around and then he’s gone. I sit up, reaching for my pants and… my panties are gone. Did he fucking steal them? I shake my head, laughing to myself, sigh and snuggle myself into my sleeping bag. Well, I guess, that just happened.

Maus: 'mouse', Müller's callsign (see chapter “If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis”)

Erde an Maus: 'earth to mouse'

langsam: 'slow

Mauserl: 'little mouse' (a more austrian version to 'Mäuschen', sounding a bit like: <mow-suhl>)

Liebes: 'lovely'

Prinzessin: 'princess'

[fullscoreshenanigans]

No other option for this poll since it's based on the options that won a top 2 spot in the previous rounds.

Grace Field Kids Edition Goldy Pond Edition Lambda 7214/Paradise Hideout Edition Free-For-All Edition Other Platonic Duo Polls Suggestions Post

Copypasta'd propaganda from my other posts under the cut:

Grace Field Poll: I was glad to see how well Don & Emma and Gilda & Ray were doing on the Grace Field poll. ;w; Both feel the most criminal to me given how big of a role Don and Gilda play in the series, but ultimately I went with Gilda & Ray because I couldn't think of any moment for them that was equivalent to Don being the first of the larger group of kids to voice his support for Emma's plan:

(Chapter 130)

Except for maybe this brief exchange they added to the anime:

(S1 Episode 12)

Episode 10 also nixes the scene of Don and Gilda privately conversing in the woods in chapter 31 and instead has Ray apologizing to Don and Gilda directly rather than just Emma, which is made even more poignant when you consider how strongly he reacted to Emma and Norman giving them false hope about still being able to save Conny in chapter 11/episode 4.

He's not even trying to feign the distance he self-imposed between them in his mind at this point. He's genuinely sorry for failing them for their own sakes, not as extra able bodies who could assist Emma and Norman outside the wall. And it's a genuinely distressing sight for the two of them, seeing him at his lowest point after everything he sacrificed for this plan.

To have her then knowingly hum and hold that look of fondness for him when she sees how shocked is, after years of believing a better outcome was impossible, and how worried he is, because try as he might to keep the other children at arm's length mentally there's a way Ray frets over and looks after them that is reminiscent of Gilda's own (they are united in being the Mom Friends™ of the escapees 🤝), is such a sweet, gentle kindness that they didn't have to include but I'm very glad they did.

Goldy Pond Poll: Emma & Oliver has always felt like one of the most pertinent dynamics to come out of Goldy Pond alongside Emma & Violet with the amount of focus each are given individually as effectively the leaders of the Grace Field escapees and Goldy Pond kids, respectively, and together. The latter is significantly less, unfortunately, but Oliver usually acts as Emma's point person when she needs to confer information/plans and Norman and Ray won't work for the situation because symbolically the scene calls for a representation of larger group cohesion with the kids she didn't grow up with.

Also, after losing so many older siblings at Grace Field and becoming the big sister/leader of them, it's nice to have her regain that kind of relationship with any of the Goldy Pond group; Oliver just happens to have more panels dedicated to it lol

(Chapter 69)

(Chapter 110 & 111)

(Chapter 122; this moment is so minuscule, but again we have Oliver acting in a leader role and Emma using him as a point of reference to confirm that taking it easy in this new place is wise and safe for everyone. If even Oliver thinks it's okay to act like this—to say nothing of the way he tells her so gently and in so few words—then she can rest a little more soundly.)

(Chapter 161)

(Chapter 179; he's not the only one given focus here, but I like that he's the one this bit ends on to drive the point home to Norman and Ray about Emma.)

And then this piece by @nagaikei-ajin is my favorite of the two of them for the intensity and parallels.

i want to believe emma and oliver are carrying on yugo and lucas’ will and even got a pair of gloves for remembrance... 

Free-For-All Poll: I'm glad other people are also fucked up by this panel of Ayshe & Mujika:

(Chapter 144)

The way she's staring at Mujika in rapt attention, left hand grabbing for hers while she holds her right in front of her chest to show how animated she is in the conversation, either because she's gesturing to herself or is at a loss for words in the the excitement of the moment or because the adrenaline from the skirmish with Hayato and Jin is wearing off and trying to will the words to spill forth.

It's been months since she's been able to hold a conversation with anyone in the language her father passed down to her because he believed it was something worth preserving of his culture from a millennia ago, so to be able to have that back with someone as kind and graciously loving as Mujika is something special.

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Lyle Wainfleet x Human Reader x Zdog

Okay so this is the smut that follows my Showering with Lyle (Gym Buddy Edition) fic, I know quite a few people asked for this so I hope you enjoy. This is actually a series with my original fic being Lyle being your flirty gym buddy which was inspired by @xandy-toady and their Lyle fic and they also made me realize how hawt Zdog is. I know that @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed loves this series so extra thanks to them!

This is smut minors DNI. Fic includes: nsfw scenes, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, piv. Reader is female and is referred as she/her. Let me know if I should tag anything else

* When the squad got back to the house it was pretty late at night. Several of the recoms grabbed a bite to eat, cleaned up, and went right to bed. Lyle stuck around the kitchen the longest, waiting for everyone to leave so he could have a few minutes with you. You had been thinking about potential places ever since he left and couldn’t think of a good place you would have private time so you were hoping Lyle had one in mind.

* "I think my room is the best bet, I mean Z's going to be there but she's a heavy sleeper. Besides she's going to hit the shower anyway." You agree and follow Lyle back to his room, sneaking through the door before the other recoms can hear your footsteps. Lyle proceeds to strip down to his boxers and turns on a small dim lamp by the bedside before turning off the main light.

* You strip down and Lyle scoops you up and carries you to the bed not wasting any time. His hands are rough and travel over your body as he leaves kisses and bites on your chest and neck. Lyle lies you on your back and his hands go to take off his boxers before he covers you with his body and rubs his dick against your heat teasing you. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a bottle of what you're assuming is lube.

* "You call that foreplay?" Zdog's voice cuts through and Lyle lets out a groan before he pulls back and looks at his roommate. "Yeah, I do, got a problem?" Zdog huffs and sends Lyle an irritated glare. "Have you seen what you're packing? You can't just stick your shit up there like that. You're going to hurt her." Zdog walks farther into the room and turns the lock on the door. You felt a bit self-conscious being naked in front of both of them so you grabbed the pillow from behind your head and use it to shield yourself while the two recoms bickered at each other

* "I'm not going to hurt her, butt out man." Lyle turns his head back toward you and Zdog takes the opportunity to land a slap to the back of his head. That seemed to make Lyle even more irritated and he lets out a hiss in her direction. "Fuck off Z, I'm serious." Zdog is unfazed and decides to make herself comfortable on the edge of the bed next to you, one giant hand coming to rest on top of the pillow covering your body.

* "So am I Wainfleet. I know you got interrupted earlier but don’t get lazy. Men only want to get their dick wet and they never give a damn about the woman they're with. If you don't want to warm her up then I will." You felt your face heat up and you squirmed a tiny bit under her weight.

* You played for both teams happily and on more than one occasion wondered what a night with Zdog would entail. It was hard to find other queer people on the base and you had formed a semi-flirty but friendly relationship with each other. You didn't want to assume that she was into you just because you also happened to be attracted to women, so you never pursued anything more than just a friendship.

* "Stop trying to cockblock me! Just because you have the hots for her doesn't mean shit, I got her first." Lyle leaned forward and roughly grabbed Zdog's hand from the pillow. With an angry growl, he pushed it back onto her lap. In retaliation Zdog lifted her hand up and pushed it into Lyle's forehead, forcing him to back up a bit. Zdog's ears tilted back and she growled back at Lyle. "Stop being a selfish ass and maybe I wouldn't have to get involved!" When Lyle started to flash his fangs you decided to pipe up before things got worse.

* "Not to pick sides or anything, but she does have a point. I don't think I could take you right now." Your face was warm and you could feel the heavy stares from the pair boring into your skin. "Not that I don't want to though! I've just never taken something so big before." Your voice trailed off and you wondered if you should have said anything at all. Zdog removes her hand from Lyle's face smugly and her tail swishes side to side in satisfaction.

* Lyle's tail on the other hand thuds angrily into the bed and he scrunches up the bedsheets in a fist. "Is that what you want then?" You nod your head sheepishly and grip the pillow a bit tighter as if it could protect you from their prying eyes. Lyle lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his way off the bed to make space for Zdog to position herself. "Why don't you make yourself useful and find a towel for cleanup?" Zdog pipes up. Lyle glares daggers at her but pulls on his boxers and leaves the room momentarily.

* Zdog stands up and trails one hand from your chin to the edge of the pillow closest to your pussy, a gleam in her eye. "I know you're feeling a bit shy right now, but I'm going to need you to move this." She leans down playfully and places a kiss on your collarbone and whispers, "You might want to keep it close by though. In case you need something to bite down on later." You squeeze your legs together but do as you're told and remove the pillow. "Good girl, now why don't you turn yourself this way?" She motions for you to turn your hips towards the side of the bed.

* You do as you're told and Lyle walks in a minute later with a towel and what looks like an old t-shirt. He walks over to you still looking mildly irritated. "Lift your butt up, I'm going to slide this under you, okay?" You push your legs into the edge of the bed and prop yourself up high enough for Lyle to get the towel under you. As he pulls his hand out he takes a second to grab your ass.

* It was Lyle's turn to sit on the edge of the bed this time as Zdog nestles herself onto the floor between your legs. She takes your lower legs and throws them over her shoulders and when you're settled in she takes her warm hands and grasps the outsides of your thighs. "You ready?" You nod your head as Lyle puts his hand on your chest and slowly pushes you down into the pillows. His fingers made their way to your nipples and he traced little circles into them, teasing you enough for a moan to slip out.

* Zdog's mouth was hot and wet and when it made contact with your pussy you let out a small cry, your hand making its way to your face. Zdog gives you a few licks and kisses before sinking her teeth into your thigh, eliciting another needy cry. Lyle grabs your hand away from your face and pushes it above your head and moves to capture your other one all while Zdog's mouth consumes your core. With both of your arms secured in Lyle's fist and your legs forced open around Zdog's head you felt utterly helpless and that seemed to turn you on even more.

* Zdog starts to suck and gently lick your clit while she brings one of her hands to your slit, her fingers rubbing against the sensitive skin. She slides a large finger in knuckle deep and you jerk your hips involuntarily into her mouth. Lyle takes his other hand and pushes your hips back down while Zdog's other hand grips your thigh tighter. Lyle leans down against you on the bed and you could feel his laugh against your skin. "I don't think so. You're the one who asked for this, there's no backing out." His hand on your hip trails up and his fingers roughly pinch your hardened nipple. Your breath comes out as a hiss and Zdog takes that as a sign to sink her finger in even farther.

* The two of them seemed to pick up on each other's work and they began to alternate their touches in a way that quickly overstimulates your senses. When Zdog adds another finger your eyes fluttered close and a loud moan sneaks its way out of your mouth, which causes Zdog to smirk into your pussy. Lyle grabs your chin and turns your face toward him, a smug smile on his lips as he brushes his thumb against yours. "If you're already making this much noise I wonder how much louder you're going to be when it's my turn." As if it was her cue Zdog starts pumping her fingers faster against your gspot and you feel your legs start to tremble.

* You squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure but Lyle grabs your chin firmly. "You're going to look me in the eyes as you cum, you hear me?" You open your eyes obediently and Lyle watches your pleasure-hazed eyes go in and out of focus on his face. Lyle was still salty that Zdog felt the need to butt into his personal business but with all things considered maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all. He felt his dick get hard again at the thought of how tight you're going to be after all this.

* Zdog slows her pace as she senses your climax gets closer, her methodical movements enough to drive you crazy with lust. You were so close and she was just toying with you now, taking her time to make your insides ache. "Please." You let out a whimper, pulling your arms against Lyle's fist as if you could reach out for Zdog's face and pull her closer to your heat. Zdog pulls away and lets out a laugh as she looks at your begging face. "Hmmm..." She slowly pumps her fingers and watches you squirm beneath her. "Please!" You whimper again and try to dig your legs into the back of her shoulders to bring her closer. "Mmm... Look at you, so cute yet so needy... I think it's Lyle's turn now." She removes her fingers and stands up, her body heat leaving you chilled and wanting.

* Before you could argue Zdog's already wiping her face on the t-shirt Lyle grabbed and moving away from you. Lyle scoops you into his arm and pulls you further onto the bed, angling you so he can get fully on the bed below you. He strips off his boxers and positions himself between your thighs, his dick resting on your stomach. Zdog grabs the bottle of lube from the floor and hands it to Lyle as she makes her way toward the top of the bed. Lyle wastes no time and covers himself from tip to base, pumping himself in his hand a few times to make sure his dick was completely lubricated.

* Lyle leans over you, his bare torso glowing in the low lights and you found yourself staring. He hesitates for a minute and glances at your small body beneath him. He wasn't sure if missionary would work with the size difference but he was going to try anyway. "Ready when you are Short Stack", he gazes down at your flustered face and finds himself smirking. He glances up at Zdog who was sitting on her bed watching with a smug smile. She had her fun and now it was time for Lyle to get his. When he was sure she wasn't going to interrupt this time he lowers his gaze to you. You make eye contact and nod your head wrapping your small hand around his wrist and tugging him down over you.

* Lyle does his best to shift his weight so he's not smothering you and lays a few gentle kisses against your neck and shoulder before sliding his hips back. He uses one hand to hold himself up and the other to guide his cock to your entrance. He pushes his tip into you and moves his hand to your side, fingers gripping harshly into your skin. His breathing hitches and so does yours as you feel the stretch from his member. Lyle's ears flatten against his head as his eyes squeeze shut. Your face reaches to about his chest and you reach up with your hands to run your fingers along his sides.

* Lyle remains stationary, almost frozen except for his tail that's swaying from side to side again. Without thinking you reach out and grab it, tugging softly like you normally do to tease him. Without warning, Lyle's hips snap up into yours and you're filled almost to the brim with his girthy dick. You let out a cry and dig your fingers into his side with the sudden movement. You couldn't tell what was more noticeable at the moment, the burning tightness you felt from being stretched or the immense heat in your core caused by the friction against your clit.

* Lyle realized what he did and suddenly draws back his hips leaving only the tip in. "Shit, I'm-" You cut him off by tugging on his tail again, this time a bit rougher. Lyle lets out a deep groan and his hips buck instinctively into you again but this time he doesn't pull back. When his hips stop moving he adjusts the arm he's leaning on and then slowly pushes himself even deeper inside you. The sensation was so powerful you forgot how to breathe for a moment and clawed helplessly against his side, your mouth hanging open in a silent cry. Lyle bottoms out against you and you're seeing stars. You feel the corners of your eyes get damp and you let go of Lyle's tail in order to wipe them.

* Lyle looks down at you, watching your movements carefully in case you needed him to move. Except after you dab your eyes you bring your hand up to his nipple and give it a tug while biting your bottom lip. Lyle lets out a groan and makes eye contact with you. He might have been hurting you, but damn you were not backing down. You were so needy and he filled you so good, the pain turning into its own kind of pleasure. With your encouragement and little touches, Lyle began thrusting into you. He went slowly at first but with each moan and cry you made he found it hard to hold back and ended up thrusting needily into your heat.

* His cock hitting your cervix filled your eyes with tears again but you didn't bother brushing them away this time. You were too busy holding onto his sides, your nails digging into his soft flesh which brought out groans and low growls from Lyle. The pain and the pleasure started to blend together and you felt yourself approaching your climax again, just praying that he wouldn't stop his assault. Lyle felt you flutter around his cock and his ears titled back against his head as he tried his best not to nut inside you. He was going to make you cum first and cum hard if it was the last thing he would do. He reached down and wrapped a hand around your throat, just tight enough to make you notice.

* Your mouth fell open in a loud moan and you brought both your hands up around this forearm and made eye contact with Lyle, your tears glistening on your face. Lyle picked up his assault and went even faster as his fingers tightened a bit more around your delicate neck. You were so overly stimulated right now you could do nothing but moan and grasp his arm desperately. Your legs shook and you felt your core tightening as you got closer. It was any moment now and Lyle could feel you get tighter with every stroke.

* This was the moment he went all out and started slamming his hips into yours. He felt you clench hard around him as you let out a breathless cry but he didn't stop, he kept fucking you through your orgasm. And when he couldn't control his orgasm anymore he let himself finish inside you, grunting and grinding into your sensitive cunt until he was empty and you were a mess.

* He pulls out and watches his seed slowly leak out of your slit. Just for good measure he took his fingers and pushed his cum back inside your leaking pussy, satisfaction evident on his face when you throw your head back against the pillows. He leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of your eye before grabbing the towel under you and pushing it against your pussy so you could clean yourself up. Lyle looks at Zdog who was now lying down on her bed, her head propped up on her hand. "You're welcome by the way." Zdog tuts playfully and Lyle throws a pillow at her face. "Yeah, whatever."

[arsonisticscholar]

Your mxtx posts are getting to me. I am so intrigued by the fanart. So my question is

Where do I start? 👀

Ooooo heheheh

Sorry I kinda went on a rant there but I hope this helps lol

(Post typing I kinda went on a little rant but you can decide depending on the info I put in there, I’ll cut it for the sanity of my followers and I’ll separate the different sections a bit and highlight what each section talks about. Veeery mild spoilers but one is a plot ‘twist’ that gets exposed in the first book and one is a content warning so. But also they all have a bit of violence which gets graphic at times so keep that in mind)

Ok there’s three different series by mxtx in release order: scum villain self saving system(svsss) (idk the Chinese name oops) the grandmaster of demonic cultivation or mo dao zu shi (mdzs) Heaven officials blessing or tian guan ci fu (tgcf)

I won’t include major spoilers but there’s still stuff like typical trigger warnings that I might want to add

Ok there’s a few different ways you could read them depending on how familiar/comfortable with different things

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The easiest thing to say no for reading is sex, and while there are no plot points that you’ll miss by skipping anything and only once has there been a sex scene outside of an extra chapter this still could be important for some so I just wanna be sensitive. If you’re not totally comfortable with sexy stuff or want to build up to it go in this order:

Heaven officials blessing (nothing explicit, some innuendos and references and implied and it does happen but it’s never descriptive at all, I wouldn’t feel morally objectionable if I gave it to a young teenager)

The grandmaster of demonic cultivation (explicit extra chapters, is not generally sex related during the main plot)

Scum villains self saving system (has an explicit sex scene during the main plot, has multiple sex scenes in extra chapters, and has casual references to sex and sex jokes throughout)

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If you’re not super familiar with Chinese names or words (idk you’re nationality but I’m American and white and it took me a minute for sure) or if you’re not familiar with xianxia terms then read in this order

Scum villain (mostly sticks to courtesy names so only one name per character, doesn’t get too deep into politics, and doesn’t rely to heavily on genre knowledge for worldbuilding without explaining it)

Heaven officials blessing (has like three different names per character, gets pretty deep into those Heaven officials drama, but easy enough to follow once you know the characters, relies a little on the reader already being familiar with the genre but does enough of its own worldbuilding that it’s honestly fine if you were familiar with Chinese names then this would be the easiest to rawdogg and understand what’s happening)

Mo dao zu shi (uses both given and courtesy names and nicknames and every name under the Sun to refer to a character, gets suuuuper deep into inter-sect drama, and got a little hard to follow at points keeping track of family trees and which sect was where and that guys sister is who’s wife?? Might need a whiteboard idk, also most of the worldbuilding is around the politics and sects relationships so if you don’t know much about the genre might want to pull up the fandom wiki)

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If you wanted to know the length of each series it’s

Scum villain (4 volumes, 3 main plot 1 extra chapters)

Mo dao zu shi (5 volumes (eng ver.) 4 1/2 main plot second half of 5 extra chapters I think? Or 4 main plot 1 extra chapters)

Heaven officials blessing (8 volumes, first 7 1/2 main plot ends the 8th vol with extras)

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And ik you said you were curious about the fanart so if you’d like visuals to help decide,

Top left image: on the left is Luo Binghe, on the right is Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan/Shizun(just teacher but a lot of the time people in the fandom just call him shizun lmfao)

Top right image: on the left is Xie Lian, on the right is San Lang/Hua Cheng

Bottom image: on the left is Lan Zhan/Lan Wangji/Hanguang-Jun, on the right is Wei Ying/Wei Wuxian/Yiling patriarch

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I personally read them Heaven officials blessing, Mo dao zu shi, scum villain

My favorite to least favorite is scum villain, Heaven officials blessing, Mo dao zu shi

The most popular are mo dao zu shi, Heaven officials blessing, scum villain

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The content that exists for each series are:

Heaven officials blessing:the original completed book series, season 1&2 with 3 on the way of animated series, live action in production, audio drama with upcoming episodes, and a few volumes of comics

Mo dao zu shi: the original completed book series, a completed (but heavily sensored) live action show, season 1(?) of an animated series, completed(?) comic series

Scum villain: original completed books, season 1 of a 3D animated show, actually that’s it I’m starving

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Camp Camp S5E1 opinions (spoilers)

I just watched the new episode of Camp Camp and nobody cares but here's what I have to say, first:

(this is your disclaimer to please watch the new episode LEGALLY and in a way that supports the creators. Even if that means blocking spoilers for a bit so you can watch it for free when it's available. It's a small team, and they deserve all the support they can get because making cartoons is hard!)

All this is my opinion, if you disagree, let me know! I genuinely want to discuss it. If you agree with me, then feel free to vent along with me and we can be excited or dissapointed together. The show qualifies as art and is open to criticism. Also WARNING: SPOILERS FOR THE NEW SEASON PREMIERE OF CAMP CAMP!

Ok with all that garbage out of the way, here's what I have to say:

Likes:

• Max’s new voice is pretty good. I got used to it pretty quick. Props to the VA!

• Dolph’s new design is cute. I totally understand why they changed it and the redesign is good.

• DAVID WITH GUN. DAVID WITH GUN.

•I think the idea of the whole camp hating the trio is funny and I kind of wish they made it real even though it went against the point of the episode kind of.

• The part where the trio is shaming Preston and they all move in sync was the one part that made me laugh. I love when they're all being goofy together.

• I liked the idea with the circle in the dirt at first because I thought it was just Max’s way of illustrating a point and I thought it was cute how he included his friends. Started as a nice moment

• Nurf lovingly flipping them off was funny.

• my gwenvid heart was soaring. They were very cute and I wish we got a more overt gwenvid moment as a send-off. Like, it doesn't have to be made canon and can stay subtle but something for the fans would have been nice.

• Gwen’s new voice did a good job. Slightly different vibe to her but it wasn't bad at all. I liked it. It was an interesting change and I didn't mind at all.

• The scene with Max and David’s hike was beautiful and the best part of the episode by far. They're both so in character, they are well-written and their dynamic is so sweet, and the message rings true. It was a nice moment and something I think Max needed to hear.

• “somebody. Fucking. Has to.” GUYS WHEN I TELL YOU I FJGKRNGKRHDNR WHAT A CALLBACK. I wish they made David’s reaction a little longer and made it more of a moment because I nearly missed it at first but once I heard it I got so excited. Really, Max’s whole pep talk in that moment is very good.

• The camera is such a thoughtful and fitting gift for Max because he's struggling with letting go of camp, and the fact he uses it himself too makes it all the more sweet.

• My lil Makki heart jumped when Max came back and Nikki shouts his name. It was sweet, the excitement and joy in her voice. I forgot it was meant to be a joke at first honestly it was so sincere.

• the animation was great! I loved the facial animations, especially on David and Nikki. Idk why those two had such good expressions but I'm not complaining.

• the trio. They're such besties. I'm love them.

• Honestly the fight cloud with Nikki and Neil was fun idk why I liked watching them wrastle. Children fighting is amusing.

• I'm glad Gwen finally got recognized for her talent. It’s a running theme throughout the show that Gwen is more talented and capable than she lets on and this was a fine way to end it. Good for her.

• Whe- WUH- THE ENDING. WHERE ARE THEY GONNA GO FROM HERE? I AM EXCITED AND INTRIGUED

Dislikes:

• opening narration was unnecessary

• wish they introduced Dolph’s new look more organically. It deserves to be it’s own moment.

• why can't Nikki write? She's 9 not 4. She was never stupid.

• plot is all over the place. It's like two or three episodes smashed into one and there's not enough extra time for any of them. It lacks focus. If it were up to me I would have cut out the first half with the social media app and the trio trying to get people to like them. It felt like filler.

• it's just not very funny. There was maybe one joke that made me laugh. And not even hard. Camp Camp is usually pretty funny to me so I don't get what happened. The comedy is all so slow despite the plot being so crammed so I wonder if the delivery was faster if we would have more time for plot. Anyway, they just lacked any sort of setup or punchline. Just nothing jokes.

• Why does Max go along with trying not to be bossy? He clearly didn't care before and the way it's written it isn't implied he's doing it for his friends. It's like he suddenly did care about being liked out of nowhere. I think it would have been funny and made more sense if maybe Nikki or Neil made him play along, like Nikki bit him until he stopped.

• the circle thing. It was a cute idea at first because I thought Max was just making some kind of metaphor, and I thought that it was cute. I wish they kept it like that and just made it a sweet moment of Max expressing his devotion to his friends in his own way but instead they stay in the circle and are just unfunny for a few minutes and then Nikki says they ran away?? Like first of all why are you running away and also no, you didn't run away because you're still at camp. WHY ARE THEY IN THE CIRCLE IT DOES NOTHING FOR THE PLOT AND MAKES NO SENSE?

• I HATED THE CLOSE-UP OF NIKKI’S NOSE SO MUCH IT WAS SO UNFUNNY WHY IS SHE MADE TO BE SO UNLIKABLE FOR THAT ONE BIT JUST SO MAX CAN LOOK AT HER IN DISGUST IT WAS SO BAD

• Is it just me or do they keep playing sad music like... A lot? It just keeps popping up every other scene and at some point it just became funny to me. It's so badly paced out lol

• I mentioned Max’s pep talk was good and it was but also I wish that it was in a better written context. Like, I think it would have been a better end to the cliff scene instead of a way to motivate David to... fight a robot cause... He thinks he can't... Because reasons? It doesn't make a whole lot of sense and I think that it's supposed to connect but it really doesn't.

• Too much Preston. Never liked Preston never will. Why did he talk so much.

• the running gag of everyone being like “oooookay” when the trio assumes they hate them is just... So unfunny omg

• This episode suffers from season 4 syndrome, which was a characteristic of season 4 that I heavily disliked where they sacrifice the outrageous personalities of the characters to have them sit around and discuss life lessons that aren't even that profound to begin with. It's boring, unnatural, and uncharacteristic. At least make it funny. I don't want to see them sit on the ground and calmly discuss basic friendship lessons like I KNOW THAT NOW PLEASE DO SOMETHING INTERESTING.

• I wish David and Max got a better goodbye. I kind of liked David’s line of “That's good enough for me.” but I wish they expanded on it. Maybe have Max struggle to be sincere and make it more obvious that he's trying to act tough and David still sees through it. So he's like “I get that's you're struggling to be sincere so ill take what I can get because I appreciate the effort.”

Overall, it was kind of a mixed bag. It had some very VERY good moments and a lot of good ideas, but I think it was messy and didn't use it's time well, as well as not taking advantage of a lot of potential jokes. I understand that they likely had limitations but they tried to tackle too much with one episode. If I were to change anything I would cut the first half and work on giving the characters a more clear and smooth arc from beginning to end. Pick a focus and stick to it! Still, I'm excited to see where this will go!

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JACK STAUBER'S OPAL BUT IT'S OPHELIA HAMLET

DO YOU SEE MY VISION IS THIS ANYTHING (this is partially inspired by @rudymentari's Frostpaw project lol) (TW for mentions of abuse, toxic family relationships and MEGA CRINGE bc I got a bit too silly mapping this out)

We begin with Ophelia in this idealized version of Elsinore where Laertes, Hamlet and Polonius are all happy and nice but THEN WE SEE THE RIVER

Ophelia's told not to pay attention to it but that night she sees some distorted figure crying there

She starts heading over, coming to the balcony of the throne room where she encounters... LAERTES!!!

Easy to Breathe in this context revolves around his dependence on her as an emotional crutch, someone who makes it "easier to breathe" in his stifling life as Polonius' son. He abandons her to go to France ("on TV") and be with the "idea salesmen" and "singing girls," leaving her all alone.

Throughout this segment, we see her simultaneously feeling jealous of Laertes' new "friends" (they just want to steal his soul, not like her, he needs her) and beginning to realize that maaaaybe they were unhealthily close???

Laertes fails to recognize her as Ophelia, chasing her into the throne room before falling off the balcony (we can see him laying there twitching in the background of some shots in the next segment)

She's discovered by HAMLET YAY MAN OF THE HOUR woo fuckin hoo

GOD I cannot put into words how much the "small growing thing" monologue fits his victim complex and casual disregard for Ophelia's humanity like HOLY SHIT THAT'S HIM

Mirror Man focuses on how he makes Ophelia feel responsible for never "turning him down," ensuring he's not "living his nightmare." He only really sees her as a mirror to view himself through-- if she doesn't like him, who will?!

He hypes himself up to her, trying to keep her interested; failing that, he proceeds to outright attack her in a blind rage

He calms himself down, only for Laertes to wake back up and attack him! Laertes continues pursuing Ophelia while Hamlet is left on the ground just like in his death scene, whimpering pitifully

She breaks through one of the mirrors, walking down a long pathway where she encounters POLONIUS

He keeps fading in and out, leading her further down the path like a Will o' the Wisp. He looks wistfully back at the palace, seeming like he's about to admit to regretting something or another, before pushing the feeling aside and talking about how he's the only other person who can understand surviving, not living, just like she does.

Virtuous Cycle shows Polonius and Ophelia's messy, codependent relationship. Polonius resents the fact that Ophelia requires extra care, and can never quite fit in, but being there for her makes him feel whole, like he's doing something good for once in his life. Likewise, Ophelia can't stand Polonius' controlling nature, but feels like she needs his approval and guidance to function.

The scene with the phone dialing 911 and the broken bottle is replaced with a shot of a bunch of thick bars in front of a small, red, abstract shape. As it cuts to Ophelia's distorted, screaming face, we're supposed to realize that it's her view of her dad's body being taken away

Polonius' voice echoes in her mind, telling her she's just as powerless as him as hands burst out of the darkness, trying to drag her back into the castle

After she escapes them, she comes to the river

I'm torn on whether the replacement for Billboard!Opal is Ophelia's reflection, showing her how she appears in part 2 of the mad scene or Ophelia's mom (as she appears in that one photo on Polonius' nightstand) bc like

While the former makes more sense in the context of the original short the latter would imply that this is a cycle where Elsinore just keeps driving people to madness; this cost Ophelia a mother and the only way she can feel her unconditional love is by joining her in death

Laertes, Hamlet and Polonius start crawling out of the bushes, and Ophelia climbs up the willow tree to escape them

Whichever of the two entities I decide on quietly approaches, pulling her into the water as she screams

How I'd deal with the reprise of We See You, Opal depends on which entity I go with

Option 1: Ophelia's spirit approaches Elsinore with Polonius in tow, ready to collect the souls of Hamlet and Laertes. At first, it looks like she's happily guiding them to Heaven, but as the scene changes and she glitches into her alternate form (the one seen at the river), it becomes clear that she's pulling them downwards, grinning wickedly as they stare at her with panicked expressions.

Option 2: The entire thing is sung by Ophelia's mother as she drags her daughter further into the depths. Ophelia struggles against her at first, but then closes her eyes and embraces her mother. Maybe it eventually fades back to Elsinore, where (ONE OF MY FIFTH HOUR OCS LOL GOTTA REVEAL THEM) is looking up at some group of authority figures, indicating that the cycle is gonna begin again.