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Choose a muesli bar! Your future partner's favourite fantasy when touching themself now and after you will know each other

Pile 1

They actually like to imagine something romantic, a real relationship, love between 2 people. But also a little bit of light bondage maybe, and blindfolds. They like to do it with some candles or in half-dark, they like to set the mood. Feels very passionate, but more like sensual, not full of lust.

After you meet, they will have some new fantasies. Massage, oil, candles, soft, nice, long touches, very sensual. Maybe a bubble bath together too. They will want to go away with you, travel and hide in a nice, comfy room, and spend all day and night in the bed. A little bit of jealous or possessive sex too, nothing toxic, but they will be so into you, they want you to be theirs. But also love, romance is here very much, so they can be passionate or gentle, depends on their mood.

Pile 2

They have quite a big stamina and libido. They like to imagine some roleplay, and doing it in different locations, a little semi-public too, and every single position that exist. Very big fan of dirty talking, but it's not always so dirty, but the right amount of hot and passionate words. A little bit of pet play or primal play too.

Feels like they will be a little more mature when you meet. The fantasies don't seems to be all over the place. It's about passion, doing it a lot, until you both are exhausted. Maybe still imagine doing it in different locations, sometimes. A little bit of corruption kink. Can be a little pain, but I don't think it's full hardcore, maybe some hair pulling, back scratching. But they will have feelings for you very early, and they want to take care of you, cuddle a lot, and lots of kisses, so they will be more gentle.

Pile 3

They seem to be into bdsm and rough sex. Dominant and submissive stuff. On the lighter side, praise kink definitely. They are very open-minded, and not afraid of their sexuality, this is something natural to them. But also I feel they think that everything is okay if both persons want it, and they are doing it safely, though at the moment, probably not looking for a serious relationship.

But it will be different when you meet. I feel a love at first sight connection. They will be full in love, and imagine some gentle, sweet things with you. Probably a family together too. But they will be still very passionate, physical touch can be one of their love language. They will imagine some rough sex, a little bit of pain, dom-sub stuff. I think it's not so hardcore anymore, and of course they won't push you to do anything.

[rpwprpwprpwprw]

guys…………. let’s talk about COWBOY KOOK SUPREMACY!!!!!!!!!! 📍

i don’t know where i start… let’s try a nice and simple comment:

GIRL WHAT THE HELL? @kookooluvr guys guys guuuys okay no one writes jungkook as cute as her we know that okay but what about HUSBAND LOVING FUCKING WEARING COWBOY HAT LAP DANCING SO SEXY AND DEDICATED FOR HIS WIFE ONLY??????????????????

i mean not even in my sweetest, juiciest dreams I would imagine this….. BUT IM GLAD YOU DID!!!!!!!

okay so….. i think i read this chapter 3 or 4 times. you guys wanna know why? that’s because ONE OF THE BEST SMUT i read in this life!!!!!

his dirty talk penetrated my brain in such a way that not even the sharpest machete could kill the root<<<<

like my stomach was churning, bubbling with anticipation, forehead sweating. (oh my god I seriously need to stop reading this stuff at work)

I wanted to get inside your brain and see the gears working until you put together each dialogue you wrote. “you’re comfy ma’am?” “he whispers, but I promise they don't fuck like I do.”

anyway….. there’s a lot, but i cant add them all cause i don’t want to ruin the fun 😝😝😝😝😝😌😉

ain he’s such a nice dad and husband and now i’m sad that he’s not mine and that cowboy!kook isn’t real 😔😔😔😔 extremely devastated

i might as well try that tiktok thing about shifting scenarios. hmmmm awhhhh 🧘‍♀️🪬 jungkook ptd vídeo with exposed forehead hmmm 🪬🧘‍♀️ come to me… meet me in my dreams baby

okay that’s enough nosense for the day bye

GO CHECK BEIJOS 💋

OUR LITTLE LIFE — PART 3

moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader

genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: mention of a stomach bug, oc's friends go to a magic mike show, major fomo, brief appearance of jk's parents, explicit sexual content; kissing, magic mike!jk, a lap dance, oiled up jk in tight jeans and a cowboy hat, floor sex, oral (f. receiving), brief fingering, she watches him j0rk it, lots of dirty talk (stripper jk has a very dirty mouth), unprotected sex (they're married, they're used to it), missionary, doggy, dom!jk, oc has a bit of a praise kink, rough sex, soft aftercare.

a/n: THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED 🦅🦅🦅 when i tell youuuu i was giggling and kekeing while writing this likeeekajsksj shirtless, oiled up jk in a cowboy hat is my fantasy and i lived that fantasy through oc, so thank you to mrs. jeon !!!!! i'd listen to pony by genuwine during jk's stripper performance for the full effect LMAOOOSHAJAKJL anyway, once again, i love you all so incredibly much and don't forget to like, comment, reblog and do all the good thingssss 🫶🏼💋

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SERIES MASTERLIST

It's Saturday night and your friends' group chat is a crime scene.

Your phone buzzes for the tenth time in under a minute, the screen lighting up with blurry selfies, voice notes filled with screaming, and one incredibly unhinged video of Jia shouting, "He did a handstand, ___! A handstand!"

You groan dramatically into your pillow, lying face-down on the bed, the epitome of recovery-girl chic. Your stomach is still a little queasy after your stomach bug. It's not bad enough to be bedridden anymore, but not good enough to be out letting some shirtless man named 'Zeus' bodyroll in your direction.

Another buzz. Another video.

This time it's a stripper in a fireman outfit. Shirt open. Water being sprayed. One of your friends in the background sounds like she might pass out.

Before you can tap to play it again, the bathroom door creaks open, and you hear it, the slow shuffle of feet on hardwood, the quiet hiss of steam behind him, and then...

"Hey, pretty lady."

You look up and immediately regret it.

Jungkook stands in the doorway, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips, droplets of water trailing down his chest like it's a scene from a commercial you shouldn't be allowed to watch in public. One hand ruffles his wet hair while the other, looking completely unaware that you are not okay.

You blink, rolling over and sitting up straight. "Do you have to look like that right now?"

He raises an eyebrow, glancing down at his body. "Like what?"

"Like a fever dream. I'm too fragile for this."

He laughs, walking toward the dresser to grab a pair of boxer briefs and a clean t-shirt. "How're you feeling?"

You shrug, sighing heavily. "About...70% like me again. It could go up to 80 if you let me lick the water off your collarbones."

Jungkook snorts, glancing over his shoulder at you. "You sure you're still sick?"

"Barely, but sick enough to miss all the fun."

That gets his attention. He turns, his t-shirt and underwear dangling from one hand. "What's going on?"

You hold up your phone. "The girls are blowing up the group chat. They're all at the Magic Mike show tonight. You remember, the one I was supposed to go to? Shirtless men, suggestive dancing, cocktails named after body parts..."

Jungkook winces. "Damn. That was tonight?"

"Yes," you whine, plopping back down with a huff. "But stupid me had to stay home like a responsible adult with a sensitive digestive system."

He crosses his arms over his chest, his towel still intact, much to your disappointment, and raises an eyebrow. "And you're sad because…you didn't get to see hot, sweaty men grind on your friends?"

"Not sad. Devastated!" You toss your phone dramatically onto the mattress. "Nayeon said one of them did a push-up over her chest. A push-up, Jungkook. I haven't had that much physical contact since Jungwoo tried to headbutt me awake the other morning."

He stares at you for a beat, then bursts into laughter.

"I'm serious!" you groan, grabbing a pillow to hide your face. "I have FOMO. Major, crippling FOMO, Kook."

Jungkook walks over to the edge of the bed and leans down until his wet hair drips onto the pillow beside your cheek.

"I could push up over your chest," he offers casually.

You smile up at him. "Don’t joke. I might actually take you up on it."

"Oh, I'm not joking," he smirks. "I'm just mentally preparing for how ridiculous I'd look doing it."

You giggle, your heart fluttering. "You? Ridiculous? Never."

He reaches down to brush his knuckles along your jaw. "I'm sorry you had to miss it, though. You were really looking forward to it."

You shrug, your expression turning softer. "It's fine. I was barely keeping down toast 48 hours ago. It wasn't meant to be."

He smiles apologetically and stands up, walking back to the dresser to drop his towel and slide on his boxer briefs and t-shirt, walking back to the bathroom to throw his towel in the laundry basket.

You glance over at your phone with a wistful sigh, watching it buzz repeatedly.

"I'm just saying," you mumble to no one in particular. "If one of those strippers offered me a refund in the form of an interpretive dance, I wouldn't say no."

From the bathroom, Jungkook's voice drifts back. "Noted. Add interpretive dance to the husband skill list."

You snort, rolling your eyes.

Eventually, the group chat slows down, and your phone goes mercifully silent. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the hum of the house soothe your senses. It's a quiet evening, with Jungwoo already asleep and your stomach bug finally settling down after hours in the bathroom.

It's too bad you'd rather be at a Magic Mike show with your friends, screaming until your throat goes dry.

Jungkook walks back in, lazily pushing his damp hair from his forehead. He glances at you curled up on the bed, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"You need anything?" he asks. "Hot tea? Plain toast? Water bottle to put on your stomach?"

You shake your head, weakly smiling over at him. "Just you."

He crosses the room and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment. "You've got me."

You close your eyes again as he steps away, curling deeper into the blankets as the room grows quiet, your body growing tired as it fights off the last of your bug. You don't hear Jungkook unlocking his phone, or the quiet tap-tap of his fingers opening a note in his note's app.

You don't see the way his lips twitch into a grin as he types something under the heading: Operation Magic Jungkook XXL.

And yes, Jungkook might not be a professional stripper of any kind, but he's your husband, and he's about to remind you exactly who you married.

It all starts with a playlist.

Jungkook sits in the car after picking up groceries, parked outside the house while Jungwoo naps in his car seat, and scrolls through Spotify with the intensity of a man defusing a bomb.

"Songs to…strip to," he mutters under his breath. "Okay, 'Pony' is mandatory. Uhmmm...'Earned It'? Yeah, okay. 'Take You Down'...maybe. Depends on how many squats I do this week."

He adds a few more r&b songs to a playlist titled '___'s private show' and quickly tucks his phone away before a stranger walking their dog can catch him looking up "sexiest male stripper songs of all time."

He glances in the rearview mirror. Jungwoo is still snoozing peacefully with his dinosaur plushie tucked under his chin, his cheek squished against the side of the car seat. Jungkook smiles and sighs slowly.

"Alright," he whispers. "Let's get you inside."

—

Thursday afternoon he works from home and officially starts dance rehearsals.

You leave the house in a rush for your nail appointment, tossing him a casual, "Love you! Don't burn the house down!" before heading out the door.

The second you're gone, Jungkook launches into action.

He pulls the blinds. Closes all the curtains. Grabs his phone, bluetooth speaker and a bottle of water like he's about to do actual cardio.

The intro to 'Pony' starts playing. He tries a slow grind in sweatpants and checks himself in the mirror.

"No. No no no, Jungkook. That looked stupid. Focus, man."

He tries again, this time adding a wink.

"Nope. Too aggressive."

He does a full-body roll and almost pulls a muscle in his back.

"Screw it. I'm doing push-ups and calling it choreo."

He ends the session twenty minutes later, red-faced, sweaty, and laughing to himself in the hallway mirror. He can't believe he's doing this. But then he imagines the way you looked last weekend, buried under blankets, quietly watching videos of your friends having the time of their lives, and suddenly it's not funny anymore. You were sad and Jungkook never, ever wants you to feel like you're missing out.

—

Friday night, while you're in the shower, he calls his mom.

"Hey, eomma," he murmurs as soon as she answers. "Are you busy?"

"Hello to you too, Jeon Jungkook," she mutters dryly. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! I mean, not yet. Listen, do you think you and appa could watch Jungwoo overnight on Saturday?"

There's a pause, then, "Why? Are you and ___ going on a date?"

"Kinda," he scoffs, scratching the back of his neck. "It's more of a…surprise for her. She's had a rough week, and I wanted to make it special."

"Special how?" she asks, nosey as ever. "Is this romantic special or you got her pregnant again special?"

Jungkook chokes. "Eomma, what?!"

"Don't yell at me, I'm asking valid questions!"

He groans, dramatically throwing his head back against the couch. "Romantic. Just romantic, eomma. She's not pregnant."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Because I'll need to get knitting if she is. Baby clothes don't take a day to make—"

"EOMMA."

She laughs, sounding very amused by herself. "Fine, fine. Bring the little one after lunch. It'll be lovely to have him for the weekend."

"Thank you," he murmurs, letting out a relieved sigh.

"No worries, sweetheart. And don't make poor ___ do anything too crazy!"

He hangs up mid-laugh, equal parts flustered and fond. "She's unbelievable," he mutters to himself, just as he hears the shower turn off in the next room.

Time to go back to pretending like he's not planning on giving you the lap dance of your life.

The plan is simple; make it a cute, chill day. No suspicion. No giveaway.

Jungkook makes breakfast Saturday morning while Jungwoo toddles around the kitchen in his diaper, dragging a stuffed duck by one foot and babbling nonsense to himself.

"Daddy!" he shouts, smacking the fridge. "Juice, peese!"

"Yes, sir," Jungkook nods, getting the juice from the fridge and pouring some into his sippy cup.

You wander in sleepily, your hair messy, your eyes still half-closed. Jungkook hands you a mug of coffee before you even ask, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"You're spoiling me," you mumble, taking a sip of the fresh coffee.

"Of course I am," he grins. "Gotta keep the prettiest girl in the house happy."

"And Jungwoo!" the toddler grins.

Jungkook chuckles, picking Jungwoo up to press a kiss to his chubby cheek. "Yes, and Jungwoo."

The morning is spent eating breakfast, watching cartoons, and eventually taking a casual stroll through the park. Around lunchtime, on the way back home from the park, Jungkook brings up his plans.

"Hey, I was thinking I'd drop Jungwoo at my parents' house for the night. They've been begging to see him. And we haven't had a night alone in a while."

You blink, looking surprised but not suspicious. "Really?"

"Yeah" he smiles. "Just us tonight. Thought we could order dinner. Maybe light a candle. You know. Get gross and coupley."

You chuckle, feeling giddy. "Gross and coupley sounds amazing."

—

Around 5pm, Jungkook pulls into the driveway of his childhood home, turning around in the backseat to see Jungwoo already unbuckling the chest strap of his car seat like a pro.

"Wait, how do you know how to do that?"

"Daddy slow," Jungwoo declares confidently, holding his arms out for his father to pick him up.

Jungkook laughs and scoops him up, tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he walks up to the house, Jungwoo's overnight bag slung over the other arm.

Mrs. Jeon opens the door before he can even knock.

"My baby!" she squeals, not at her son, but at Jungwoo, who reaches for her immediately. "Oh, my handsome prince! Come to halmeoni!"

Jungkook barely has time to blink before Jungwoo is snatched from his arms, covered in kisses, and paraded around the kitchen like a royal guest. His dad comes around the corner a moment later, already pulling a juice box out of the fridge.

"Well, if it isn't trouble," Mr. Jeon grins, ruffling Jungwoo's hair as the toddler sips on his juice box.

"You mean me or him?" Jungkook scoffs.

"Take your pick, son."

He sits at the table while his parents take turns doting on Jungwoo, offering snacks, turning on cartoons, and letting him "help" water a very plastic plant.

Mrs. Jeon eyes Jungkook as she sets down a tray of fruit for him to snack on.

"So...this romantic night," she begins.

"Oh no," Jungkook groans, shoving a piece of melon into his mouth. "Please, I'm begging you, don't ask."

"Does it involve leather? I saw a movie about that stuff. Forty shades of something..."

"EOMMA."

"Just tell me you stretched beforehand. You're almost thirty now, Jungkook."

Mr. Jeon chuckles, finding his son's embarrassment hilarious.

"Okay!" Jungkook stands up, red-faced, swiping his keys from the counter. "I'm leaving. You people are unhinged."

Mrs. Jeon waves him off, laughing. "Have fun, son!"

"Goodbye, forever."

As Jungkook walks out the door, he hears Jungwoo shout from inside, "Bye, daddy!"

He turns, his heart going soft, and blows him a quick kiss. "Bye, little man! Love you!"

His son's cute face is almost enough to distract him from the plan, but right now, he has to get his head in the game. It's almost showtime.

The two of you have a light dinner and enjoy some alone time once he gets back from dropping Jungwoo off.

You're in the kitchen washing the dishes when Jungkook slips in behind you, freshly showered and suspiciously giddy. He wraps his arms around your waist, presses a soft kiss to the crook of your neck, and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your skin. "You trust me, right?"

You blink, immediately growing suspicious. "That's the kind of thing people ask before they do something extremely sketchy."

He laughs. "Okay, yeah, fair. But for real, I planned something for you. And you're not allowed to ask questions."

You turn around slowly, arching a brow. "What kind of something?"

"The kind where you sit tight and let your husband do all the work."

"Oh really?" you smirk, stepping closer. "And where exactly does that 'work' happen?"

"In the living room," he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "But you're not allowed to go in there yet. I'm serious. Go to the bedroom, sit on the bed, and wait for me to call you. No peeking. Pinky swear."

You narrow your eyes. "What if I just accidentally peek?"

"Nope. No peeking." He's already steering you toward the stairs, his hand firm on your lower back. "Bedroom. Now. Get cozy. Maybe stretch, just in case."

You snort. "Should I be scared?"

He grins wickedly. "A little."

You reluctantly retreat to the bedroom, your heart thudding with equal parts amusement and curiosity, closing the door behind you. As soon as it clicks shut, Jungkook bolts into action.

In the living room, he dims the lights until only a faint golden glow remains from the corner lamp. Then he adds a few candles along the coffee table and shelves, nothing too crazy, but just enough flicker to set the vibe.

Bluetooth speaker? On.

He scrolls through his curated playlist, his fingers hovering until he lands on 'Pony' by Ginuwine. He doesn't hit play just yet. He still has to get himself ready first.

"Let's go," he mutters to himself, his adrenaline pumping.

He yanks open the hallway closet and digs out the outfit he stashed behind the winter coats earlier that week.

Tight black jeans? Check.

No shirt, obviously.

Sexy black cowboy hat? Absolutely.

Confidence he does not feel qualified to have? Pending.

He peels off his hoodie and joggers in the hallway, throws on the jeans, wiggling into them dramatically, and checks himself out.

Next, he grabs the tiny bottle of coconut oil from the bathroom and, after one brief moment of hesitation, starts rubbing it into his abs and chest.

He glistens like a sexy glazed donut.

"___'s gonna lose her mind," he whispers, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "Or laugh. Or both."

Then, he makes his way to the living room, presses play on his phone and the song begins to throb through the speakers. He takes a deep breath, pops the cowboy hat onto his head, and calls out for you to come downstairs.

—

Back in the bedroom, you're scrolling through your phone when you hear it. A very familiar beat.

You blink. "Is that…'Pony'? What the—"

"Baby!" Jungkook calls out from downstairs, his voice sounding deeper, rougher than usual. "You ready for your show?!"

You sit up slowly. "What show?!"

"Come downstairs and find out!"

You push the door open and mentally prepare yourself for whatever your husband has planned.

Your jaw drops as you descend into the living room.

The room is lit by flickering candles and shadows. Music pulses low and sexy through the speaker. And standing there, shirtless, oiled up, and wearing a cowboy hat and jeans so tight you can almost see his damn intestines, is your husband.

He tips the brim of his hat at you slowly.

"M'lady..."

You immediately burst into laughter.

"WHAT is happening?!"

Jungkook grins and shrugs. "You missed Magic Mike, so I brought Magic Mike to you. Now shut up and sit."

You do. You absolutely do. Right on the chair he set up in the middle of the room. Your chair. Your throne.

And yeah, it's silly. Yeah, you're giggling. But also, holy hell, your husband is hot.

And then...he starts to move.

Jungkook circles the chair slowly like a predator, his hand dragging over the backrest, the music thumping low through the room. 'Pony' pulses around you like it was made for this moment. For him.

"You comfy, ma'am?"

You nod, your breath caught. "Very."

"Good," he smirks. "Now don't move."

He takes your hands in his larger ones. They're warm, confident, and he pulls yours forward, placing them flat against his bare, slick chest. You look up at him to find his eyes already on you, his irises containing a type of fire you've never seen before.

"Touch me," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous.

Your palms glide over his pecs instinctively. They're solid. Warm. Oiled to glow. You can feel the way his muscles flex beneath your fingertips as he breathes.

Then, he brings your hands lower, slowly, deliberately. Down his abs. Each ridge sculpted, hard beneath the glide of your fingers, your heart pounding harder with every inch.

"Feel that, baby?" he whispers. "That's all yours."

He holds your gaze as he guides your touch over the V-line carved into his pelvis, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.

And then he lets go.

"I'm gonna ruin you tonight," he mutters, smiling wickedly.

You don't have time to process that before he steps back and starts moving again.

The beat of the music kicks in harder and Jungkook rolls his shoulders once, slow and predatory, before he drags both hands down the front of his torso.

He starts to dance. Not just goofy body rolls like he's done a hundred times in the kitchen, this is controlled. Deliberate. Hot. His hips grind to the beat with precision. His hands slide down his chest, dragging over his oiled abs. He moves like he's done this before, and if he hasn't, he's a terrifyingly fast learner.

You swallow thickly as he trails his hand all the way down to cup his bulge in the front of his jeans.

He keeps eye contact with you the whole time. Not a second of this is to be missed. It's all for you.

Your thighs press together instinctively.

Then he drops to his knees. He places both hands on your thighs, spreading them and leaning in close.

"Look at you," he whispers, his eyes flashing with hunger. "Already clenching those pretty legs."

All you can do is stare, your heart racing in your chest. It's like a switch went off and he's a completely different man. It's the sexiest he's ever been.

He leans back on his hands and grinds up between your thighs, not touching, just teasing, rolling his hips to the beat like it's second nature. His abs flex with every thrust, the motion sinfully slow, obscene in how controlled it is.

You gasp as he takes your leg and holds it up over his shoulder, his nose trailing along the side of your calf, all the way up to your thigh in your little booty shorts. You feel the ghost of his breath against your skin as he inches closer to your core, your head spinning.

You let out a soft whimper, a little helpless, breathy, already completely wrecked without even being touched yet, and Jungkook smirks.

"Sensitive tonight, baby?" he coos, sounding almost as if he feels sympathetic.

He rises slowly, straddling your lap without putting weight on you, and tilts your chin up with two fingers. "You missed Magic Mike," he whispers, his mouth barely brushing against yours, "but I promise they don't fuck like I do."

His cock presses against your stomach through the tight denim as he grinds against you, and you feel everything. His jaw clenches as he moves, slow, passionate thrusts against your body, rhythmically, deliberately, like he wants you to feel what's still to come.

"Been thinking about this all week. Thinking about how wet you'd get for me," he whispers, his eyes dark as they pierce through yours. "You wet for me right now, baby?"

You gasp, nodding frantically.

"Oh, you like that?" He licks his bottom lip, his nose brushing against your cheek. "Want me to show you how good this dick moves?"

He lifts your legs over his firm thighs, grips the back of your chair and thrusts forward, rolling his hips against your pulsing core, his jeans creating a delicious friction, his abs flexing with every movement.

It all feels so incredibly dirty in the best way possible.

He hisses through his teeth, never breaking eye contact. "Imagine if I was inside you right now. This deep. This slow. I'd fuck you so good, you won't remember your own name."

Your head tilts back, your lashes fluttering, feeling like you're on another planet.

"Fuck, look at you," he growls. "Already so needy for me and I haven't even kissed you yet."

"Then kiss me," you breathe, reaching out to touch his glistening chest.

He scoffs, leaning in closer, his breath teasing your lips. "Not yet," he whispers, wanting to get you a little more desperate. "Your show's just beginning."

You groan, growing impatient to have his mouth on yours.

He grins, leaning in to kiss your throat, your jaw, your cheek, never quite your mouth, his tongue just barely flicking the shell of your ear and you nearly combust.

"You still sad about missing Magic Mike?"

You shake your head slowly, looking dazed. "I take it back. I'm so glad I stayed home."

He laughs against your ear, then pulls back just enough to hook one arm behind your back and the other beneath your thighs, scooping you up like it's nothing. You gasp, gripping his shoulders as he lifts you and lays you down on the soft rug on the floor.

He starts crawling up your body, looking like a lion ready to attack. Your legs spread to make space for him and your hands slide up his chest as he leans down to kiss you, slow, deep, and filthy.

"Still think I'm ridiculous?" he murmurs against your lips.

"Yes," you breathe. "You're the sexiest idiot I've ever met."

He grins, taking your hands to lift them above your head, holding them in place against the rug. "Hold them there. No more touching."

"Baby—"

"Hold. Them. There."

You press your lips together and do as he says, feeling a jolt of excitement shoot all the way down to your pussy, your panties growing wetter at his firm tone.

"Yes, sir."

He grins. "Atta girl."

In a swift motion, he sits back and lifts one of your legs over his hip. He starts grinding at a deeper angle, his body rolling in slow waves, the cowboy hat tilted low to cover his eyes.

His grip tightens on your thigh as he rolls his hips, dragging the thick bulge of his cock against your clothed core at a maddening pace.

"Feel that, baby?" he murmurs, low and breathless, grinding with measured intent. "That's what you do to me. Just sitting there in that chair, looking so fucking good in those little shorts. I was hard the minute you sat down."

You whimper, your hands locked in place above your head, your thighs trembling from how close he is, how good it all feels.

He grins again, looking almost devilish. "You want more, don't you, baby?"

You nod, your lip trembling. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, fuck me..."

"Hmmm." He leans in, dragging his lips up along your throat, letting them rest just below your ear. "You gonna take it like a good girl?"

"Yes," you groan. "I'll be so good for you, baby."

"You always are," he breathes, licking a slow stripe up your neck. "My perfect girl."

He takes the cowboy hat off, revealing his messy hair, and places it on the coffee table next to him before turning his attention back to you.

"Arms up."

You do as he says and he starts pealing your t-shirt up over your head, tossing it aside with a flick of his wrist. His gaze drops to your bare skin like he's starved.

"Fuck," he breathes. "Always so fucking sexy."

His hands cup your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples until they're fully hard under his touch. Then he leans in, his warm mouth closing over one of your nipples with a soft moan.

You gasp, your back arching as he sucks and tugs on your nipple, his other hand massaging the other breast with reverence. His tongue flicks, circles, and teases the sensitive bud until you're trembling beneath him, your hands tangled in his hair.

"God, I love these titties. I could spend hours right here," he murmurs, switching sides.

You moan, your thighs rubbing together for relief, your pussy clenching.

Once he's satisfied, he starts moving lower. He kisses along your ribs, then your stomach. Slowly. Lazily. Like he has all the time in the world.

He tugs your shorts down harshly and tosses them aside, but when he reaches the waistband of your thong, he pauses.

"This pretty little thing…" he breathes, two of his fingers slipping down to rub your clit through the fabric. "You're already soaked through, baby."

You whimper, your back arching off the floor in anticipation and sexual frustration.

He doesn't take it off. He simply pushes your thighs apart, pulls your thong to the side and lowers his mouth.

One hot breath. One filthy groan. And then—

He spits.

A slow, wet string of his spit lands right on your pussy, mixing with your arousal and making your thighs shake. It's messy and tingly between your legs and all you want is some relief.

"Such a dirty girl," he murmurs, licking his lips. "Keep these legs open for me. Let me taste how bad you want it."

And then he dives in.

His tongue is ravenous. Licking long, slow stripes through your dripping folds, the tip of his tongue circling your clit before giving it a slow, hard suck.

Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure making your thighs shake and your toes curl as he sucks on your clit. He starts lapping at it, alternating between going fast and slow, gentle and intense.

He grips your thighs and spreads you open wider, the tip of his tongue trailing down to your entrance while his nose rubs against your swollen clit, fucking into you with obscene, wet sounds. He moans into your cunt like it's his favourite thing in this world.

You writhe on the floor, one hand gripping the rug beneath you, the other tangled in his hair. "Jungkook...fuck, baby...please—"

"That's it," he pants against your pussy, lapping through your folds to collect every drop of your essence. "Feels good, huh?"

He circles your entrance and slides two fingers inside your pussy, no warning, just thick and deep, curling perfectly against your inner walls while his mouth returns to your clit.

You choke on a moan. "Oh my...fuck..!"

His pace is relentless, his fingers pumping, tongue flicking, chin soaked. Your legs start to tremble harder and faster, your walls tightening around his fingers, your skin burning with an intense pleasure.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?" he growls.

You're so close. So close.

"Don't you dare hold back," he warns. "Be a good girl and let me taste it."

One more flick of his tongue and you cum with a cry, your legs locking around his head as you grind against his face, soaked and moaning like a desperate puppy in heat.

He licks your clit through your orgasm, helping you through the aftershocks, pulling his fingers out and slipping them into his mouth with a groan.

"Fuck," he pants, his chest heaving. "You taste so fucking good, holy shit."

He crawls up your body, his eyes dark and wild, his cock straining against his jeans, and kisses you. The kiss is messy and sensual, letting you taste your juices on his tongue.

"Ready for more?" he growls. "'Cause I'm not done with you yet."

You nod, your pussy throbbing after the intense orgasm.

He grins down at you, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "Take it out for me, baby," he whispers, taking your hand to guide it to his bulge.

Your fingers fumble with the button of his jeans, your hands shaking as you loosen it and pull the zipper down. He kicks off the jeans to free his cock. It's thick, and flushed, and already leaking precum down the shaft.

You moan just at the sight of it.

"Open your legs wider," he rasps. "Let me see that pussy."

You spread your legs for him and watch as he watches you, his eyes zeroing in on the mess he made of your pussy. He hisses, then wraps one hand around the base of his cock and starts pumping.

"Eyes on me," he rasps.

You're hypnotised, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He fists his cock from base to tip, his thumb teasing the leaking slit, his jaw clenched as he pleasures himself.

"You see how hard I am for you, baby?" he groans. "How fucking desperate I am to be inside you?"

You whimper. "Please, Kook. I need it so bad."

"Yeah? Legs up."

You lift your knees to your chest as he pushes forward, lining himself up with your soaked, pulsating entrance. He doesn't tease you like he usually does, doesn't ease in slowly. He drives forward in one deep, smooth thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

You cry out, your hands flying to his shoulders.

"Too much?" he mutters softly, his hips stilling, waiting for the go-ahead.

You shake your head, your eyebrows furrowing at the fullness. "No...no, it's good. So good."

"That's my girl," he growls. "Gonna give it to you nice and hard."

He pulls back, then thrusts again, harder. Again. And again. The sound of your soaked pussy welcoming him back in is dirty, filling the room with every slap of skin against skin.

His forearms cage you in, his chest hovering above yours as he pounds into you relentlessly, sweat dripping from his temple, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You take me so fucking well," he groans. "God, you feel like heaven. Tight, perfect little pussy, made for me."

You moan loudly, your nails digging into his back. Your moans are drowned out by his lips on yours as he drives his cock into you, his hips snapping in perfect rhythm with the pounding bass of the music in the background. The sound of skin slapping echoes, but neither of you hears anything except each other, panting, moaning, gasping for air.

"I could stay here forever," he mutters lowly, his hips stuttering slightly as you start to clench around him. "You close, baby? You gonna cum again?"

You can barely think, all you can do is hold onto him like a lifeline as he pounds into you harder, deeper, the filthy rhythm of his thrusts sending you spiraling.

"Y-Yeah," you gasp. "Don't stop. Please...don't stop—"

He shifts just enough to hit that perfect spot, and you shatter without a warning, your legs shaking, back arching, cunt clenching around him like you're trying to drag him down with you.

"Fuck, that't it. That't it, baby, just like that. Good fucking girl."

You're still gasping through the aftershocks when Jungkook sits up, "Flip over for me."

You're barely coherent, but you roll over, cheek pressed to the rug, ass in the air. You don't even have time to breathe before his hand lands firmly against your asscheek.

You gasp out loud.

"Fuck!"

He palms your ass, groaning low. "So fucking perfect like this. You know how sexy you look with my handprint on your ass?"

You smile, wiggling back toward him.

He lands another slap against your ass, firm and sharp, just hard enough to make you whine.

"Always do good for me," he praises, dragging the head of his cock through your soaked folds from behind. "You love this cock, don't you?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing back against his cock. "I love it. I love you."

"Fuck, I love you too, baby," he breathes, then pushes into you again, deeper than before.

You're face-down, moaning like a prayer, fingers clenched in the rug as he fucks you in doggy, his hips snapping with precision. His fingers dig into your hips, his head thrown back as the pleasure pulses through his cock.

He fucks you into the rug, deep, fast, ruthless...when his eyes flicker to the coffee table.

The cowboy hat. Still sitting there. Taunting him.

You barely register his hips slowing down as he reaches over for the hat and places it on your head. You blink in confusion, feeling breathless and disoriented. "What are you—"

"Giddy up, baby," Jungkook grins.

The hat settles onto your head, big and ridiculous and slightly crooked, but you barely have time to laugh before he shifts behind you again.

His hand grabs the thin middle strip of your thong, twisting it around his fist and pulls. Not too hard, just enough to control it. Enough to use it like makeshift reins as he starts fucking into you like he's breaking in a wild mare.

Your moan breaks through a chuckle. "You are...s-so...s-stupid...fuck..!"

"And you're letting me do it," he growls, snapping his hips forward so hard you jolt. "You love it."

You can't argue, not when it feels this good, his cock dragging against every perfect spot inside you, his fist curling your delicate thong tighter.

"You look so good like this," he pants, watching the cowboy hat bounce with every thrust. "Bent over for me. Taking this fat cock."

You choke on a moan, the hat nearly falling off with the force of his thrusts.

He catches it with one hand, slaps your ass with the other, and keeps going.

"Keep it on," he growls, fucking you faster and deeper than before.

You're practically sobbing, overwhelmed and overstimulated and completely gone for him.

"Listen to you," he pants. "So cock-drunk. You want me to fill you up, baby? Want me to cum inside this pretty pussy?"

"Yes...please...cum in me, Jungkook, please..."

He keeps going until he can't hold out any longer, then thrusts in deep, stays there, and empties himself in you with a guttural moan, his hips jerking as he paints your insides with thick, hot spurts of cum, pulling the thong taut as he jerks forward one final time.

You collapse forward, completely spent, his weight sinking down on top of you, both of you gasping and sweating and wrecked.

"Now do you still think I'm ridiculous?" he pants against your skin, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You smile, letting out a weak, breathless chuckle. "So fucking ridiculous."

"But hot, right?"

"…You might have outstripped Magic Mike."

He groans, burying his face in your neck. "Don't say that, I'll wanna go again."

You laugh until your stomach aches, your legs still shaky, your heart so full it could burst.

The living room is quiet now, save for the soft hum of the playlist still playing from the corner. The candles are still flickering, long forgotten, casting golden light over the mess you've both made of the rug. The rug that definitely needs dry cleaning in the morning.

And you? You're lying on your side, completely boneless, skin flushed, lips kiss-swollen, and your heart still hammering from the onslaught that was your husband's body. One leg is draped lazily over Jungkook's thigh, your head cradled in the crook of his arm as he breathes hard against your temple.

Neither of you speaks for a moment. You can't. You've been stripped, literally and emotionally, of all strength.

Then Jungkook shifts a little, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "Hey."

You hum, your eyes still closed.

"You alive?"

"Barely."

He laughs, pulling you a little closer. "You feeling good?"

You finally blink up at him, your lips curved in the faintest, blissful smile. "You oiled your abs."

He snorts. "I did it for you."

"You're never topping that," you chuckle softly. "You peaked."

"I know," he sighs dramatically. "Everything from now on is just a footnote in the legacy of Cowboy Kook."

You both lie there for a little longer, just tangled up in each other, the tension of the performance fading into something soft and syrupy and full of love.

Eventually, Jungkook shifts and gives your ass a little pat. "Alright, my girl needs a bubble bath. And at least two types of snacks."

"I need a medal."

"That too."

He helps you to your feet, gentle, careful, his hands cradling your waist like you might break, and carries you bridal style to the bathroom with dramatic flair.

"I can walk," you chuckle.

"You've earned the full treatment," he grins, nudging the bathroom door open with his hip. "Queen service only tonight."

He sets you on the closed toilet lid while he runs the bath, pouring in your favourite bubbles without even asking, and grabs one of his clean oversized t-shirts from the laundry pile for you to wear after. You watch him, your chin propped in your hand, your heart full to the brim.

God, you love him so much it's stupid.

Once the water is ready, he helps you sink into the tub and then kneels beside it, trailing his fingers over the surface as you melt into the warmth.

"Need anything?" he asks with a soft smile.

"Maybe a new pelvis," you scoff, and he wheezes.

"You're welcome," he grins, leaning in to kiss your forehead before quickly padding out of the room.

A few minutes later, he's back with a glass of cold water and a plate of snacks. There's some cut up fruit, chocolate squares, and cookies he found in the pantry.

"For my lady," he announces proudly, offering you a strawberry like you're royalty.

You giggle as you take a bite, your eyes soft. "You know this is unfair, right? You can't give me a lap dance and then feed me snacks."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll have to marry you all over again."

He smiles, leans down to brush a kiss against your lips, then whispers, "Deal."

—

Later, when the bath is done and the snacks are eaten and your skin smells like lavender and chamomile, you both collapse into bed, clean, warm, exhausted, and wrapped around each other like the world outside doesn't exist.

Jungkook pulls the blanket up over your hips, one arm snug around your waist, the other tucked under your head as your fingers trace the faint outline of his tattoos on his bicep, Jungwoo's name written in little cursive letters.

You're close to falling asleep, limbs tangled, your face pressed to his chest. And just before sleep takes you completely, you mumble one last thing into his skin.

"Next time," you whisper, "you're wearing chaps."

Jungkook snorts, already planning another stripper playlist in his head.

"…Say less."

PART 2 || PART 4

[landossnorriss]

Pairing: lando x she. Summary: he’s her dad’s star driver . she’s the boss’s daughter . one stolen night under fairy lights — and now their best bad idea might cost them everything . Word Count: 1.5k Warning: just fluffy stuff. AN: this is part one ? maybe ? i also know this idea is already done but i wanted to do it sigh , as usual i wrote with vibes and not spell check <3 .

they’d known each other forever , in that strange , distant way that people in the paddock did . zak’s daughter was a familiar face — polite , sweet , often glimpsed at races when she’d come along on her uni breaks . she’d always been around just enough to be untouchable : standing beside her dad , making polite small talk , or giving lando a quick , encouraging smile before a big race . he’d always thought she was nice. pretty , too , in that “ definitely don’t look too long ” kind of way . lando was known for making wreckless moves some times , but not even he was stupid enough to believe anything other than polite passing's would go down well with the boss .

' i love my guys ' - that was the elder browns new favorite phrase and he wondered how long that would last if he knew where lando's thought's strayed when he caught sight of her in the paddock for a moment too long .

so he never really knew her . not until that night in provence , under fairy lights and soft vineyard air , when zak and his wife renewed their vows in front of their closest friends , family and , of course , the entire mclaren circus .

it started with the seating chart . one long table , names scrawled in zak’s wife’s perfect handwriting . lando found his name tucked right beside hers , a coincidence , he told himself , even though zak’s wife had always had a soft spot for him .

he sat first , early for the first time in a while . she appeared a moment later, in a slip dress the color of champagne . her hair was pinned up in an easy twist , a few soft strands falling loose . she carried her heels in her hand, already barefoot in the grass . the sight brought a warm smile to landos face despite himself .

“ hey , superstar ” she teased as she dropped into her seat beside him . she smelled heavenly and the driver had to stop himself from leaning in to figure out .

“ hey, little brown . ” he shot back , as he nudged her knee under the table . “ you look nice.”

her face was quick to twist in disgust . " firstly , never call me that again . " she arched a brow. “ and secondly , nice ? ”

lando could only laugh , cheeks warm. “ fine — you look… i don’t know , wow . ”

she just rolled her eyes and poured him a glass of wine from the bottle already sweating in the ice bucket between them . “ careful , norris . you flatter me like that and i might have to tell my dad . ” she would rather actually walk on hot coal but there was no need to tell him that .

the conversation started like any civil interaction would . the pair talked about the ceremony , how zak had choked up reading his vows , how his wife had slipped in a cheeky “ for richer or richer ” line that had everyone howling , how beautiful she looked . they teased each other about the speeches, lando was fairly certain he had owned his and thought it was unfair he was the only driver that had been given such a task , the spoke about the food , about how drunk pato was already getting down at the far end of the table .

and slowly , without either of them realising , something shifted . something lando had been worried about whenever he had spent more than five minutes with her in the past , something wine was allowing him to ignore . something that seemed less alarming during summer break .

she leaned in when she laughed and lando leaned back , like he couldn’t help but orbit closer . her bare knee brushed his under the white linen tablecloth , neither of them moving it away . she topped up his wine when she refilled her own . he pulled a flower from the centrepiece and tucked it behind her ear , and she swatted his hand , laughing , cheeks flushed . she told him to stop it - she didn't mean it .

around them , the party blurred . wags and mechanics started dancing in the grass . some of the engineers were making up a ridiculous conga line with pato in the lead , kyle already filming it for blackmail . zak stood with his arm around his wife , beaming like the king of his own little world .

but here, at their end of the table, where the sun set had cast them into candle lit darkness , it was just them . elbows brushing, soft confessions slipping free under the cloak of too much wine and summer night air . they were in trouble .

she told him about how lonely it sometimes felt to be “ the boss’s daughter ” . how people either sucked up to her or stayed away . how she’d once had a crush on a junior driver , but it felt too weird .

lando told her about how the pressure had been crushing lately , the noise in his head, the expectations . how he’d never really let anyone see him when it was bad . not even max .

“ it’s like…” he fumbled for the words, tapping his glass for emphasis . “ i dunno , everyone thinks they know me , right ? they see the wins , the jokes , the smiles . but they don’t see when i'm home , just staring at the ceiling , worrying i'm gonna fuck it all up , how long it takes me to peel myself of the sim i've been there so long practising my laps . "

she didn’t flinch . she didn’t pity him, either , she just looked at him like she heard him , like he wasn’t crazy for saying it out loud .

“ you’re not gonna fuck it up . ” she said softly . “ and if you do , you’ll fix it . you always do . ” their hands brushed under the table . her fingers , warm and soft , slipped around his . neither of them moved to let go .

by the time dessert came , most people were too drunk to care that they were deep in each other’s space . she kicked off her shoes for good . he found himself twisting a lock of her hair around his finger absently while she talked . she fed him a bite of cake . he pretended it was terrible , she threw her napkin at him. her own fingers stayed to his curls that had only gotten more unruly through the night and she wondered for a second , what it would be like to rearrange them for him forever .

“ wanna get out of here ? ” he asked , voice low , when someone fired up a bluetooth speaker and ABBA started blasting through the vineyard , even if it was his karaoke song .

she hesitated - just for a moment . “ lando… this is stupid . ”

“ yeah , probably ” he said , his grin all teeth and mischief and adrenaline . “ it’s the best kind of stupid though . "

so they slipped away, no one the wiser — not oscar doing shots with the engineers , not her mum dancing with zak under the twinkle lights.

they ended up behind the old stone winery , pressed up against a warm brick wall , giggling like teenagers when she almost tripped over her own dress . he kissed her , slow, at first, like he was asking permission with every brush of his lips , waiting for a change of mind that never came . she kissed him back harder , fingers in his hair.

when they pulled away , foreheads pressed together , she said it again , voice breathless and giddy “ we really , really shouldn’t do this . ”

lando pulled back for a moment , taking her in , every piece of her perfect as she looked up at him . if this was how he was going to go down , at least it would be worth it. slowly he kissed her cheek , her jaw , her mouth again . “ already doing it . ”

she laughed , burying her face in his neck . “ god , my dad’s gonna kill you . ”

he just smiled , tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear like he’d wanted to do for years . “ yeah ” he said “ worth it . ” and then he kissed her again , hand looping with hers as he pulled her up to his room for the night . so god damn worth it .

[transformers-spike]

back at it with tfa hybrid project stuff, have some tidbits about random sires:

botanica has enough clout as an ambassador that she's given a spot in the program. she's a very gentle and affectionate partner, but her human's gonna have to deal with her acting extremely clingy as soon as they start showing. lots of sparkling bump nuzzles and praise over how well her little sprout is coming along.

mirage makes a generous donation to the science division aka buys his way onto the sire list. he gets special permission to take his human out for public excursions and enjoys showing them off to the other hoity-toity socialites. they can look but not touch, only mirage gets to hold and pet his cute little mate.

the constructicons are gross dolts with awful impulse control, megatron wouldn't reward them with a human plaything, but they've already chased a 2-door sedan down the street because they wanted to fuck it. just a matter of time before they do that again and actually catch the car this time. the terrified driver throws themself out just as mixmaster gets into position to mount the unfortunate honda civic, and scrapper's not as interested in the car after watching megatron toy with his human as a power move in front of the henchmen. he'll steal this human and keep them in a nice little secret place so he won't have to share with the other structies.

alpha trion was the guy on the autobot council who insisted that they hear ultra magnus out about the hybrid project. cliffjumper was on sentinel's side, he doesn't like enabling these dirty old mechs, but they were outvoted. now ultra magnus and alpha trion are openly talking about putting collars on humans they want to keep beyond the 3 year program terms. do the humans themselves want to stay? of course. that's silly. they have everything they need here, why would they ever want to leave?

- 💀

dude - thank you so much for mentioning these guys omg

Botanica is especially interested in her sprout's development, cooing at her human's belly and already reaching out her EM field in the hope of her sparkling responding. She's also very likely to organize a pregnant photoshoot:

She thinks her human looks gorgeous

It's so funny that Mirage is so against a lot of Ultra Magnus's policies except for this one. Cliffjumper is onto him but Mirage legit doesn't care, nor does his human. If they get to be paraded around in pretty clothes and get backshots during the afterparty, that's all that matters

Bro my main question with the Constructicons is: Did the Allspark give them spikes as well or was getting interface arrays installed part of the deal Megatron offered them?

Either way, I'm DYING thinking about Mixmaster mounting and fragging a poor innocent honda civic. Something tells me Scrapper won't keep his human a secret forever, Mixmaster's bound to figure out the truth somehow (also they're both dumbasses)

A lot of people think Bumblebee and the Jettwins are the horniest Cybertronians in TFA... but I disagree. It's the Constructicons who saw a car and IMMEDIATELY wanted to fuck it despite not even knowing what sex was. Let's all send a collective prayer to their human because they're about to get filled with transfluid on a daily basis. Primus forbid they get pregnant...

Alpha Trion is the true G. Cliffjumper and Sentinel are the only normal members who are like "This is clearly an excuse for xenophilia!" but can't straight up accuse their Magnus of it.

It actually makes me wonder what Longarm would have said. If he chose to stay neutral or vote one way or the other...

Either way, I'm loving the idea of Alpha Trion and Ultra Magnus being in cahoots and discussing the possibility of making some humans PERMANENT residents on Cybertron. Very morally dubious, very hot - I love the image of their tiny humans with collars on

Do they have the Autobot insignia? or do they have their owner's name on there so everyone knows who they belong to?

Either way, this is quickly turning into a human pet trade and I for one love it

[cladu-blue-bird]

I really didn't wanna make this post but I couldn't help myself. The Hellaverse hatedom is full of toxic bullies that pretend to care about victims, but completely undermine their feelings the second they can't use them for their hate campaign anymore.

You know what really, really bothers me about them? It's the fact that they filled the comment section of the Stolas fan animation (you know the one) with stuff like this.

Now, now now.

Do you guys remember what these same people were saying about Poison?

But you wanna know the bast part? These tweets were all posted between January 12th and January 14th of 2024. Hazbin Hotel came out on January 19th. All we had seen before that was a 5 seconds l*aked clip of Poison, completely missing context, and some of these people hadn't even watched that.

Antis were calling Hazbin fetishistic and all kinds of names just upon hearing that there was a SA scene, period. Without context, without watching it, without even waiting for the show to come out.

Y'all who say that 'you wish this actually happened in Helluva Boss'... no you fucking don't. You only say that because this isn't Viv. Because if she came up with something like this, you guys would have CRUCIFIED her. I can already picture the hundreds and hundreds of tweets accusing her of 'glamourizing suicide' and 'using it for shock value', the people berating her because 'how DARE she represent something so GRAPHIC and UPSETTING on screen??? How DARE she make a scene that TRIGGERS me personally??? She's such an AWFUL person she doesn't understand depressed and suicidal people AT ALL she should DIE and FUCK Helluva Boss". Tell me that you wouldn't have done that.

What bothers me the most, is the hypocrisy. You threw a tantrum over Masquerade not having a trigger warning for SA, but when this video comes out having a graphic suicide scene, and only a trigger warning for 'blood'? Silence. Or even worse, the joke at the end. The fan animation literally ends with Blitzø passing by Stolas' corpse and yelling 'Wake up, fuck head'. I haven't heard a SINGLE one of you talking about this. Meanwhile, you're still using that joke about Sir Pentious getting dragged into the sex room to prove that 'Viv doesn't actually care about victims', despite Hazbin having a character's entire arch being about SA, an entire episode and two musical numbers about his trauma, but no no, that's not important, this 3 SECONDS joke is! This shows Viv's true colors, right? Meanwhile that other joke wasn't made by someone you're running a parasocial hate campaign against, so it's not worth fussing over.

But you know what I think is the worst thing of all? Last year, you were presenting yourselves as the protectors of the victims who felt triggered, demanding that everyone respected your opinions, your traumas and your reactions, and that's totally fair. When we get triggered, however? You call us 'over emotional teenagers' and you say that we're 'built soft' for getting uncomfortable at a very disturbing suicide scene drawn in an extremely crude way.

And then you say shit like this.

You, who have made a career out of telling people to kill themselves over their opinions on fictional characters because "fiction affects reality! If you like a bad character you're a bad person too!" say shit like this. Ykw I'm not even explaining why that's hypocritical I'm tired.

I just want to end this post with a comparison. From what I've seen, the fandom's reaction the animation has been amazing. I've seen people showering the animator with praise, and even making fanart of it. Even the ones who found it disturbing still went out of their way to point out that whoever made the video was extremely talented and that it was amazing, but it was too much for them. The antis, on the other hand...

...still as nice and respectful as ever.

[abyssalaerlocke]

I used to constantly crash because of lag spikes, so I headcanoned it that the chip damage is causing mini blackouts and stuff — one minute you're fine, then suddenly you're falling over the rail.

I have an (unposted) fic where Jackie didn't take the chip out, and it revived him. V's been telling him to be careful, especially as it progresses and gets worse. Eventually he ends up taking a dive into the canal, with the implication he died and rezzed again. Calls V, who picks him up with a change of dry clothes.

This playthrough, I fell in with the bike on my way to pick up Rogue for our date — good time to switch to Johnny's Porsche, but they're gonna show up soaking wet and smelling rank. Should have waited til I got there to switch to Johnny's clothes, they would have been dry 😅

(these were gonna be tags, but it's a lot of fun:)

Johnny crying about how Kerry's gonna put us in a ditch. Like *I've put us in the canal 3 TIMES this playthrough!*

Always prefer the bike though; Handling's better, Narrowness gives more leeway to avoid hitting things, can even drive on the walls and barriers

had a nice shot of the tire tracks where I safely passed over the heads of a couple junkies at the side of a tunnel

That Jackie fic I said V only rides, because they're a terrible driver. They very rarely drive a car, and describe themself as a "bad parking AI" — basically, whatever AI lets you call your vehicle, but isn't fit to drive passengers 🙄

Did give the Murkman car a full driving (and talking) AI like Delamain though, which gave V the versatility to have a passenger. Since Murkman's a reference to Batman, I called it Al — which is both short for Alfred, and looks like A.I.

I miss Al; what started as just a neat option for V to have a car, turned into an involved character. Joined in a firefight once, and got Johnny and Rogue to come when Scavs had V upstairs; couldn't access their phone HUD without their physical phone nearby, but could call vehicles — Al's just capable of understanding and doing more than the usual ride. When Johnny was too drunk to drive, and wanted their next impromptu date destination to be a surprise, V let him tell Al where to take them before getting in.

i do find it funny how everyone in the cyberpunk 2077 community has collectively decided their V is a horrible driver and just made it a character quirk and not reflective of us as players finding it difficult to drive

[clockwork-stars]

no because grinning while watching superman is so real??? I spent like half the movie holding in my laughter after I accidentally made too much noise for a public setting. It was such an amazing movie!! I need to know your favourite things about it

Hiiiiii. This movie was so, so good and it was actually all I wanted it to be ☝

Okay non exhaustive list of stuffs I adored in it (there are probably spoilers but trying to keep it as spoiler free as possible :

Krypto!!!!! My sweet darling, he's so great I adore him and I love how stuborn he is. You can feel that the scenarist is a dog owner

Random thing but: the dc logo. It was nice.

Lex!!!! Nicholas Hoult did such a great job, he was absolutely perfect for the role.

Lois Lane the godess that you are

David did suuuuuuch a great job, he is excellent.

How different looking Clark and Sup are!!

James Gunn understands Kal El so well, I could actually cry thinking about it. At his core Superman is hope and empathy and that director understood it so well.

Also rb a post talking about that already but?? How Human Clark is???

Kindness is punk rock <33

CLOIS. They are so perfect my sweet darlings. I love how not perfect and messy their relation is <3

Technical thing but how they moved the camera!! It added so much depth (??) and live to the movie i adored it

The where is my dog scene . Perfection

How colorfull and hopefull it was.

Anyway go see Superman (2025) it is peak <3

DCU is starting and we are so back‼️

[mimie-and-the-visions]

AAAAA IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING

May I request a boothill x reader or boothill flirting headcanons? only if you want to ofc(ㆀ˘･з･˘)

Also can I be kiwi anon?🥝 :3

Admirin' the view

Boothill - Flirting Hcs

▪︎ First of all, very smooth talker. Fork found in kitchen. His voice and words seem to slow time itself as he steals minuets and hours from you without even trying. His robotic tone, accent and the.. interesting curse words.. are certainly easy to get distracted by. (Doesn't help that the guy LOVES to talk and has a thousand awesome stories about how TOTALLY badass he is dfsnjkfnsgfsdlkgfn)

▪︎ Might be a bit of a showoff, always sneaking a sly glance over his shoulder to check if you saw how cool he looked (definitely not giggling and kicking his feet internally if you have a cute awestruck expression.. definitely). As smooth and charming as he is i can still imagine him as the type to say "this ones for you!" before fucking up whatever cool stunt he's trying to pull.

▪︎If you're easily flustered he only doubles down on his words, leaning down closer to your face with a grin as you continuously shy and turn away. He's quite good at reading expressions and tone, but despite knowing well when to quit he cant help but want to push you flustered buttons some more. You're just too cute! (Definitely the type to get cuteness aggression, he just wants to chew on you and shake you around)

▪︎ He refrains from any sort of physical stuff, and while its true that its mostly out of respect that he keeps his hands to himself, its also due to an insecurity about his form. He thinks being mostly made of metal will turn any soft touch into a cold and unwanted discomfort.

▪︎ He was perhaps not shy about touch before his new body, and now lives with the same yearning to show and feel the affection, but now denies himself to reach out in that way. Out of habit he might lean in or place a hand on your shoulder, feeling guilty as you yelp at the sensation of cold metal.

▪︎ Thing is, he would struggle a bit if it was reciprocated, especially if its some form for physical affection. Something as simple as a hand on top of his, a slight lean against his arm or your head on his shoulder as you talk. The way you move in and reach out as though it was natural to, not even realizing what you do to him. For such a smooth guy he sure loses composure around you.

You look out at the sky, standing on the balcony of a fancy airship in Penacony. Boothill leaned on the railing next to you watching your awestruck expression with a proud smile.

"You always find such cool places! How have you been around all of Penacony?? This place is massive!"

Their voice is so pretty.. the wind is carrying it slightly too, they sound almost distant.. like they're talking from the sky itself.

"-and the tower! ... -its all so shiny and bright from up here ... -"

Has their hair always been this detailed? They look so nice against the clouds..

"Boothill..?"

His hat starts to slide off a bit as he only leans further into his hand, not even registering how you're facing him with a confused expression.

"Boothill!"

He finally blinks and comes back to earth.

"H-huh?? Oh- scuse me.. got a bit lost there. Can't blame a guy though can ya? Im doin' the same thing as you sugar.. admirin' the view~"

Tihihihihihihihihihihi

[z0mbee-pupee]

kinda question and/or vent-ish

haiii i have a question since you seem kinda nice. i know jirai is mental-health based so you dont need to remind me. i know that jirai girl in my school and once we were texting with each other and she sent me her cut pics. like without warning, without asking if i am okay with it etc. ive never cut myself (yet) and i am scared to start, but when i feel very bad i just scroll mindlessly through cut pics on tumblr :( i know it is bad bad but idk what to do. before that "incident" i wasn't even into sh at all.

ive been kind of in a similar situation (?)

i had a bestfriend irl who sh'd, she would talk a lot about her sh and sometimes show me without warning without asking if she can, she even seemed to subtly try get me into sh

she exposed me to sh and made it sound like something that is good, something that helps when things suck, and eventually i did start to sh

we already werent friends when i started but that was because stuff happened in the friendgroup we were in and that friendgroup made me realise how toxic my bestfriend was

but i still started to sh, my (ex)bestfriend said it helped her, so i thought it would help me

and it did, at first i did it occasionally, then i started doing it more and more and more until i started doing it everyday and getting myself in bad situations online

i started going deeper because the sh pictures i saw on here made me want to, and now i have scars on my arms, thighs, shoulders, even a few on stomach

and these aren't the kind that go away, they're raised scars

i personally love my scars and i wish i had more but now its between more scars or my dad hating me, and the urges don't go away and sometimes these urges are debilitating especially when ur trying (or are forced to) stop

jirai or not, its wrong to send people sh pics without them wanting to see, id recommend talking to her about it and telling her to stop or straight up blocking her, your mental health matters and you should prioritise it

what i might say is probably going to be hypocritical since i never wanted to stop sh and still don't, but please don't start

there's better ways of coping i promise and i would recommend trying to stop looking at sh pics and instead watching a comfort show/movie/creator or playing a comfort game

and feel free to dm me if u need to vent or rant <3 YOU MATTER AND SO DOES YOUR MENTAL HEALTH MWAH

[sabxhere]

BWHWHWNNWNWNW I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME REPLYING TO YOU, BUT LIKE, I SAW YOUR TAGS AND I WAS LITERALLY KICKING MY FEET SO SO FAST AHHHHHHH, YOU GET THAT, YOU SO GET ITTTTTTT, SMILING SO BIG💖💖💖💖💖I wanted to give a bit of a better explanation of it, I fear I will YAPPPP so feel free to ignore if you want, just know your words made me really happy and I wanted to explain my thought process while making this, RIZZING UP A LOVE SHOT PETEY INDEED, HAHAHAHA

OHHHHH, NO FOR SURESIES, while making this animatic I wanted to portray two aspects of dogman: one, the need to save the city and turn petey back to normal, and the other the indecisiveness and hesitation he feels about doing so. If I made this entire song an animatic, I think I would have put a beginning scene, before the very first lyrics, with dogman being like "oh boy,,,I dunno if I can do this" but then looking at one of petey's wanted posters and steeling himself, knowing he wants to bring him petey to his normal, if not evil self.

I talked about this a bunch with nom, and our thought process was basically "ohhhh, they're both touch starved af huh" cause this takes place before lp's birth, so petey still has no one to rely on, and dogman is living alone without knight and alice. So they're both very lonely (and they both have their gay obsession with each other, what is WROOOOOONG with them!!!!) and petey while under the effects of the love ray is a pain in the ass, overly flirty and a general menace, but he...doesn't hate dogman. And dogman ofc doesn't want him to be love rayed forever, but he does wish things could be different, that petey wouldn't hate him and maybe even be something akin to friends, in a different universe. And, he does wish petey would care for him for real, because he misses being cared that much

Love rayed petey is THE WORSTTTT, such a menace and little shit, and only thinks of and flirts with dm obnoxiously 24/7, BUT!!!! When dogman seems to correspond his affection, in the appetite animatic, he's like "OH MY GOD, IT'S HAPPENING??? IS IT REALLY HAPPENING??? COULD IT BE??? I'M WINNING I'M WINNING WBHWHWHWJWJWJW" and while the way he expresses his emotions is obviously exaggerated and ridiculous, normal petey does have still a fixation on dogman, BRO BUILT A LOVE RAY AND WANTED TO HIT HIM, ummmm, that's hella gay, methinks☝️BWHAHAHAHAH/SILLY

So!!! While dogman is like "lemme try to distract him like this so I can do [Insert Important Plot Related Thing Here"], he feels a bit uncomfy cause 1. HE ISN'T A CHARMER, HE NEVER DID SUCH A THING, THIS IS WORKING???? HOW??? 2. cause he knows it's terribly ooc of petey, to act this way and 3. because he in part feels guilty about wishing part of it could be real (the care)

My shayla is feeling conflicteddddd, YEAH THE FINAL PART WAS REFERRED TO DM BEING LIKE "why did I do that??? what just happened??? OH MY GOD, WHY AM I BLUSHING???" GIGGLING💖💖💖💖

SMIRKING EVILLY, HAHAHHAHAA, YEPPPP, petey doesn't remember all the details of what happened, just has vague memories of some instances, BUT HE DEFINITELY LEFT A MARK. EVERYWHERE. CAUSE BRO COULDN'T STFU ABOUT HOW MUCH HE WANTED THAT STUPID DOG, we were imagining so many stupid scenarios of stuff he did, hehehe, I drew a few with him taking a lotttt of photos and doing ig lives or whatever cause he wanted everyone to see how much he loves him, BWHAHAHAHAHAH, AT THE END OF IT ALL, PETEY IS JUST LIKE "WHAT. THE FUCK. HAPPENED." but also definitely keeps the folder with all of dm's pictures in his phone, HEHEHEHEHE/SILLY

Thank you again, I had so much fun reading your tags!!! SORRY FOR KINDA PUTTING YOU ON THE SPOT, IT WASN'T MY INTENTION, hope you have a very nice day/night, cause you sure made mine, hehe!!! Thank you for the chance to yap about my silly animatic, giggling💖💖💖💖

Short animatic based on this AMAZING, HILARIOUS and extremely silly what if scenario made by @empressnom THAT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS OH GOD PLEASE SEND HELP BWBWHSNSNSJSSJSJ

I think this song would fit well a possible scenario where dm needs to do something to save the day, but needs to distract his stupid, lovesick ass, HAHAHAA💖💖💖

Some of my favourite images are under the cut + some bonuses!!!

+ bonus of the beginning of the song that I couldn’t fit in

Aaaand one more drawing for the lyrics “I spent my time mad at you” HAHAHAHAHA

[goldyluna]

You seem the most experienced so what’s your ultimate death game tier list?

Not sure if I would call myself experienced. I always find new things that I haven't heard about before! But here is my current list of death game media (as I don't really want to rate them all) in no particular order! Games: Your Turn To Die Zero escape series Exit/corners No-one has to die Danganronpa (I won't write them all) Slenderman The Final Prize Is Soup Among us Gnosia Fatal Twelve Quantum Suicide Exile Election

Books/novels: Battle Royale by Koushun Takami Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins (all parts) Maze Runner by James Dasher (first book the most) The Long Walk by Stephen King Global Examination by Mu Su Li

Manga/manhwa/manhua: Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Tomadochi Game Doubt by Yoshiki Tonagi Judge by Yoshiki Tonagi Sss class suicide hunter King's Game Your Turn To Die

Graphic novels: Geis/Curse of the Chosen

Movies: Hunger Games (all parts) Maze runner (first part the most) Escape Room (2019) Escape Room: Tournament of Champions (2021) Escape Room (2017) Cube (all parts) Saw (all parts) Circle Truth or Dare (2018) Would You Rather Nerve (2016) Ready or Not The Belko Experiment Kaiji: The Ultimate Gambler The Hunt

Tv shows: Alice in Borderland Squid game

Anime: Danganronpa King's Game Deadman Wonderland Battle in 5 second Darwin's Game Btooom! Tomodachi Game Sword Art Online Talentless Nana Death Parade High Rise Invasion Alice in Borderland Mirai Nikki Kaiji Alien Stage (I will leave it here as I don't know to what category it belongs lol)

I know there is more of... everything. But yeah, that's it for now! If anyone has any recommendation that aren't on the list, please, share with us :3

[egophiliac]

Hello! Could I ask how many chapters does the jp server currently have? I believe you're at the 12th part but I'm not sure. Part 7 came out in the eng server and the measly 16 chapters with no chapters within chapters destroyed me, so I'm trying to estimate how many we'll get when parts come out

yep, we're in the middle of 7-12 right now! they started splitting them up further starting with 11, so we got chapter 11 part 1, then chapter 11 part 2, and we're due chapter 12 part 2 (and maybe 3?) later this month. we've been getting them more regularly though, so it seems like they're switching to smaller but more frequent story drops!

I think Eng is following the same chapter breakdown as JP for these ones, and they've mostly been a decent length each IMO -- 9 was on the short side (two-person dorms go by so fast...) but we're getting nice little wrap-ups to the characters' arcs so I personally haven't felt, like, shortchanged or anything so far! it is SUPER hard being patient though (I'm lucky enough to be able to play it immediately and I'm still dying over here), so. ...I'm hoping the smaller drops help with that. :')

if you want the actual chapter numbers so far:

chapter 8 - 117-139

chapter 9 - 140-157

chapter 10 - 158-191

chapter 11 - 192-211 (part 1) / 212-226 (part 2)

chapter 12 - 227-244 (part 1)

(pretty sure these are correct, but if someone notices that they're off, please let me know!)

[ancha-aus]

Horsegirl Dust!!!

I am happy to see my horsegirl dust propaganda was effective :3

and yes!! Dust jsut. doens't understand why this is all just... freely given to him. Why they are being nice to him. iving him things and letting him roam around. Dust jsut. doens't understand. His whole life has been people trying to lock him away or up. his parents meant well adn they did it for his safety but they still did it. Then he locked himself up in this country to control his storm. The gangs kept him under a tied watch.

The most freedom he had was when he was the gang-leader and that was still very stressful and dangerous. but yeah. Dust is not used to people giving him things or freedom as it is. It leaves him unsure and nervous. he still needs time to adapt and truly relax.

And dust? even if he rarely talks? he thinks. a lot. and i mean a LOT. he observes and thinks it over and thinks about what it means for him or COULD mean. he is very careful about all of this.

And he has opinions about everyone.

Horror is smart. clearly that is why nigghtmare hired him. because horror sees that dust is dangerous and treats him as such.

nightmare is confusing. he is suposed to be a god walking this world. paranoid and unforgiving. yet he keeps giving dust chance after chance. He didn't even blink when dust shocked him. He lets dust walk around freely and even removed once of his magic blockers.

Killer is... strange but fun? Dust wnats to act annoyed but it is nice to just have something like this... have someone who doens't tried him as glass... it is still weird that killer likes him this much and dust doesn't understand that but it is nice...

and yes!!

In the main story Dust has so muhc control over his storm. He probably trains hard. practises a LOT. does meditation. Doesn't interact wiht like horror-stories and stuff to make sure his emotions are calm. the only time it breaks free from his iron control is when Geno pushes TOO far. (even on the mountain getting near dead he didn't freak out and remained in control. no storm every happened there even if some clouds did roll up for their shift but dust send them away with some breathing exercises) so the only time we can play wiht this very concept?

in dust early days! When he is still learning and just can't control his emotions. when his storm reacts immediantly and dust is kinda late to realise and having to struggle to pull it back!

and especialyl here? having these people be... nice and giving him stuff and space? Dust is TERRIFIED of messing it all up. nightmare already forgave him ONE tiem for shocking him!! Dust doens't want to risk it again!

and you are so right. dust shcoking god-king nightmare didn't really affect him. aside from a small zap. like nightmare felt it and knows it could be VERY powerful and painful. but he was also a god at the time so it didn't truly effect him a lot. most interesting about it? nightmare could FEEL the different intent from it. it was angry and protective and... afraid? mostly stressed most of the time. Nightmare is trying to figure it out but with dust refusing to shock him again nightmare hasn't had the time yet to investigate this second intent he is feeling (he knows it isn't dust because dust was so out of it that he was fully dazed and nothing was getting through to him until he recovered from the blocker induced almost coma)

and yes!! another show of how dust just doens't have self-perserverance. Dust doens't see himself as important. he is not the one that matters. Dust isn't worried about his health because it just doens't matter to him. And with Dust's first reaction to waking up? after almost falling into a coma because of the blockers? with Killer having a knife to his throat? He asks why they would remove the blocker. it shows nightmare right away three things. one. Dust knows how dangerous his magic is. two. he has no true control over his magic. three. dust is terrified of his magic.

THAT! THAT! is why nightmare keeps giving him chances. He sees a kindred spirit! Nightmare knows what it is like to be afriad of your magic. when he first got his powers he was terrified of them. he didn't know waht they did or what they could do. he worked hard to learna dn adapt... Dust is like that. but nightmare can see that they are very different. nightmare has power and help and is king. he had the resources to give himself time to figure out his magic... dust doens't ahve that luxary. he worked in a gang for the balck market!! that is not a good spot to practise tempermental magic!! it is why nightmare wants to help him more. and the more he gets to know dust? he learns that dust has agood heart. he means well and doesn't want to hurt others. that just gives ngihtmare more reasons to help this monster control his magic and find some rest. Ngihtmare knows there is an option that once dust an control his amgic he never wants to do any shifty stuff or any missions ever again. that he wants nothing to do with this type of business. and nightmare had already accepted it (another reaosn he is happy dust shows interest in horses. it means he can do seomothign else if he wants to! he can help take care of the horses :) )

okay sorry i started rambling hahaha

but yes! so ngihtamre and dust are doing some stuff one on one to work on dust's magic. and becuase ngihtmare can't truly be hurt by it it is all safe. but dust is still hesitates. they will make it work over time :)

and yes! the forest is a place past king-gods made. with the sun and summer always on. natrue had a rough time growing. this was them giving themselves whatever they wanted. even as they destroyed everything. over time this forest will become more natural but it is still early in king's rule and nightmare ahsn't been concentrating on stuff around the castle much (aside from making nim's rooms into catrooms lmao and fixing the whole harem thing into normal rooms)

and yes! I eneded to add more nomrla family stuff for dust! Dust may have always been weak and sickly but never bedridden until puberty hit. so he could go on family trips! they mean the world to dust.

and yes! the storm also hurts dust, dust hasn't build up an immunity to the feeling quite yet as that comes with actually training his magic. so he still gets shocked. it hurt snad burns and dust jsut sees it as something he deserves for being so dangerous to everyone around him.

the ranch!! So much build up just to get to the very thing i wrote this thing for! The rnach! Horse girl dust!!

and yes! Dust is like a very skittish cat! he hides and watches and observes and sneaks around! he doesn't wnat to be seen or approached and doens't want to approach anyone (maybe part of why killer loves his new friend, he is cat coded lmao)

but dust sneaks around because he is so very curious. he tries to figure out when he saw horses and then he meets it. so unexpected but then he just stares because that is a horse... and he sneaks it a little bit of food... and then he needs to rusha dn run because the other is coming back!

but dust plans to return JUST ONCE to bring him sugarcubes <3

unknowing he will return many times until the ranch-hand speaks to him and offers to teach him about horses <3

Gifted Drabble - New Age AU - Horsing Around

Hey @spotaus !! :D My totally not scheme is done! (it has been for a while lmao. but i didn't want to ADD to the amount i already send you so it was in the backlog lmao. Waiting... like a little present... or a sniper >:D)

So here we go!! A day with Dust in his early days. Bck when he wasn't quite training to be a knight and still on parole lmao.

*-----------------------------*

His arm feels empty.

Dust rubs his arms and feels the obvious lack of another one of his bracelets.

Fucking idiot.

That is what King Nightmare is.

Who the fuck trusts a prisoner with dangerous magic?! Aparently the king of Ochard.

He can't help but touch the warm sweater covering him. It is handmade by one of the seamstresses, either in town or from the castle Dust doesn't know. It is just.. it was made for him...

Dust doesn't know how the king noticed but he noticed that Dust dislikes being uncovered... And with his normal stuff ruined after the original fight and the armour he borrows on missions not being comfortable.

It is... more than he deserves...

It is soft and warm and is slightly too large for his frame. Exactly as he likes it. That together with the beanie and the trousers? he is warm and comfortable in the cooling air. THe shoes are still his own as those are sturdy.

And Dust long ago layered rubber into them to help them survive his sudden lightning strikes.

He is outside now. In the open air as he stares at the castle. Large and Dust sometimes has the feeling it moves... but the storm in him always made him feel weird stuff about totally normal things...

His hand finds the two remaining bracelets on his arms. One on each. Secure and tight.

Dust's phalanges map out the, by now, familiar texture. It is rough and large. It is ancient technology, not at all what they looked like back home.

Back home... the designs had been slink. It had been streamlined to not bother anyone when working. To not get stuck on things and to make them harder to remove. Dust looks at these bracelets. They are nothing like that... They are large and heavy, almost as if it are weights put around his hands. They weight about the same as that as well, his arms used to ache badly with all four. that together with the obvious dark grey and purple magic shining in the runes? It is very obviously that Dust is a criminal and a dangerous one at that.

It would be nice if they were actually treating him as such!!

At least Horror isn't an idiot. He is weary and keeps a close eye on him. Which is much better than Nightmare's almost blind trust?! Dust always heard the guy was paranoid... yet here Dust was. Walking around. Not locked away in a cell. with only two magic blockers on him by now.

Worse is Killer who just... treats him as if they are hanging out? It is so confusing! what is he even suposed to do?! It wan't that long ago that Killer was trying to, unsuccessfully, interogate him!

It is a strange place.

He hears an ominious rumble in the, now, much darker clouds above him and he tightens his hold on his own hand. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Concentrating on his soul, or whatever that mess counts as, and feels the storm. It is reacting to his anxiety, like the most overactive guard dog.

It is hard to force his own soul to calm down, especially with the storm also zapping his own soul. It makes his soul feel more agitated and almost frenzied. It is difficult, to calm down, to let any emotions that had been there leave him. To just feel numb. But that is the only way to control the storm. The only way for it to calm down and to not accidentally zap someone.

The rumbling up in the air calms again and Dust glances up. Less dark but there is still a small drizzle. Great. Hopefully he doesn't ruin any gardens by drowning plants... again.

He rubs his face and his eyes find the blocker again. He wishes he was still wearing four. Sure he couldn't even feel his magic at that point and the storm had a hard time powering him. It felt like he could barely be awake. But at least then he was actually harmless! At least then he didn't have to worry that he would kill someone!

there had already been too many close calls.

Yet... when Nightmare realised what the four bracers did? How low Dust had been and how he was barely not in a coma? Ngihtmare had immediantly removed one of the blockers. Which caused his magic to spark out and zap the other. He hadn't even been fully awake yet when he found Killer glaring at him wiht a knife aimed at his neck while Nightmare had been holding on of his braces.

Dust remembers frowning at them confused before glancing at the brace and then back to the now empty spot on his arm.

"why did you remove that?"

That had been his first question because that is what had nagged him. It is dangerous. Very dangerous. They know he is dangerous! They saw the damage he did on purpose! And with the magic keeping the storms out now gone it just means that his magic will grow stronger!

Which Nightmare may want as the king is now trying to train him on controling the lightning. Dust told him already he can't but Nightmare just keeps making time for them to feel out the lightning and for Dust to practise... It has to be that Nightmare wishes for him to control the lightning so Dust can use it on missions... otherwise it would mean that... it is for Dust...

And the only people who cared about Dust had been his parents and brother. Even the mage installing the spell and making the magic directly connected to Dust hadn't cared about Dust or his health. Just that the theory he had had been right. That it was possible t use magic to power living monsters...

More rumbles in the air and Dust shakes his skull. He needs to stop thinking about it. It makes him feel like a project. As a thing. As a studycase. All things that give him anxiety which causes the storm to grow angry and... He would call it protective but Dust is pretty sure the storm can't actually feel things... and if it did it would only care about keeping Dust alive to enable itself to live on.

He needs a distraction.

He looks around and looks away from the castle. He spots the forest around the castle grounds and partly on it. Maybe a walk in the forest? just not see the castle and find soemthing to not think about what is going on now? that could work...

He walks towards the forest.

The closer he gets the more he realises it just looks like a forest. It is actually a tree garden. Carefully and skillfully maintained to make it look like a garden.

Dust studies the tree line and looks down. He can see that there is lose ground, clearly maintained to make it easy for the roots to well, take root. There are bushes alone the treeline, forming a natural looking wall to keep the trees to their area. Dust walks alongside the treeline and spots a sand rock path leading into the forest. Winding and twisting between the trees. Looking like a paht made by people often walking over it.

He crouches down and nudges some of the very small ferns and beginning patches of flowers aside. A small gravel line alongside the rocky sand path. Again, carefully maintained but looking natural. It is again all created in an image, looking exactly as these magic made gods want it to look like.

Still it is an illusion made well enough that it can work.

Dust follows the path and listens to the forest. It is much too quiet. The creatures sensing the danger that he is. Hiding in their little home sas they feel the storm brewing.

At least this forest reminds him of home a little. They would go to the nearby forest, when their parents had the currency or it and Dsut himself was strong enough for the small trip. It was a pine tree forest. there was a small lake. They would go at any time a year. Small three day trips. They would camp right by that little lake, their dad would be teach them how to catch a fish, how to prepare it over an open fire. Their mom would than later take them a bit away from the camp, teach them how to find their way back and how to look for shelter.

He didn't get to go on many trips.

The spell around his soul was meant to make him able to live. To be able to just exist. Instead he had to make sure he didn't accidentally lost control. That he didn't feel too scared or mad or hurt as the lightning would shoot from his fingers without his consent.

The one upside was that it also hurt him. It burned his joints and mana lines whenever it zapped outwards. At least he will never hurt anyone else wihtout noticing.

It is the only punishment he got for hurting his little brother...

He tries to focus on which plants he sees. Trying to remember old classes. What is edible? what is useful to make camp? Which ones signal for many insects nearby? Which ones are used to feed larger animals and you should stay away from.

It is... A good distraction.

The path through the forest isn't as long as he had hoped. It is maybe a good fifteen minute walk when the trees thin out again. He had been walking slightly downhill.

There is a small building next to the other side of this small clearing. it is made of an light wood with pink or red ish roof. There is a pen with two horses...

There are horses in this forest?

Dust stands by the tree line and frowns as he glances around. He doesn't see anyone... Why is there just a building wiht horses?

He walks a little closer. Slowly to make sure he isn't spotted. Why is this little ranch hidden away? It looks... old. Really old. The light wood is all faded, maybe it used to be darker but the constant sun also bleached it clearly. The white painted is peeled off and the roof seems to have been red before but experienced the same conditions to turn much pinker.

He hears movement and he rushes to hide behind some hay stacks.

A monster walks out of the probaly stables. They are a mannequin monster. They are wheeling a wheelbarrow out with old hay which they throw into a bigger cart with a pitchfork.

Dust just watches them work for a while. See which steps they take and what they do to try and figure out the whys. This he asumes is cleaning out the different horse... pens? After that they move towards his hiding space and Dust realises he messed up. He is right by the fresh hay!

Dust listens carefully and moves around the stack as the other grows near. At least all those classes and training is working in his favour in a bit.

There is a long silence but the other grabs the hay and leaves again. Dust makes sure the other is back inside before rushing towards the side of the stable and steal more glances.

That is where he stays for most of the afternoon. Watching the person move around the stable as they clean and order things. They fill the feeders and water troughs. After that is done they take some tools that he can't quite get a close look at as they walk towards the horses that are outside. Dust sees two at the moment.

There is nothing he can hide behind to get a closer look to see what the other is doing. He cna however...

He goes into the stable. He glances around and ignores the smell. There is a small area to the left right by the enterance. He spots another set of large boots and some large brushes and something that looks like a metal hook? There is a small brush to the side as well. A bucket on the ground with some left over grain in there. there is a small basket with carrots. There are more things but Dust has no idea what any of those things are for.

There are six pens inside. Dust slowly walks deeper into the area and glances into the first pen. It is empty and completely clean, no straw or hay or water in any of the obivous spots. Empty? Not in use? He moves to the next and sees that while there is no horse inside there is straw and hay and water. Even some grain. He moves towards the last pen on the left side and finds it much the same as the second he saw. Ready for use but empty.

He turns around and freezes. A large horse is staring at him from inside the pen across from the third on the left. Dust is frozen. Sure he has near a few horses before. The white mare hiding the enterance to a smuggle spot was always great! She even let him pet her once in trade for an apple. But this horse looks much larger than the other had been. It didn't even make any noise!

They stand for a moment. The horse huffs as they lean a little closer. Sniffing the air before huffing and shaking its mane.

Dust blinks and glances towards the enterance, there had been carrots... He silently moves over there as grabs one, then he glances back to quickly check the other pins. Nope, just one horse inside it seems. He walks back with the one carrot and holds it out to the horse "Is... this what you wanted?" his voice is just a mumble.

The horse walks over and sniffs the treat before eating it quickly.

Dust watches and studies the horse. It looks strong but he doesn't know stuff about horses... Just that they are usually used to pull carts, transport people around, or to help in the field to prepare for more farming. He wonders what these horses are for- oh wait he knows! They used these horses to get to the farms near the border where they met Horror.

That is all he ever saw of these horses... When Killer and him have missions they usually just walk or they hire faster transport if it is further.

He never really goes towards the gardens or the farm checks as Horror doens't like to have him along, which is fair he is dangerous. Maybe the horses help there more?

Something nearby moves and Dust quickly glances out of the small windows by the empty horse stall. The ranchhand is nearing the building.

Dust rushes towards one of the empty stalls on the other side and climbs through the window. He waits a moment until he hears the door move before jumping down and rushing to hide by the treeline nearby.

He glances back and pants. That was close.

Dust isn't sure if he is even allowed to be near them. Or even here for that fact. He is still a criminal and on house-arrest after all. He glances back before making his way back to the castle. Best get back befoe anyone goes looking for him.

Maybe he will go back tomorrow... He heard horses like sugar cubes... he can try to get some to give to the horse...

[stupidlittlespirit]

im rlly rlly sorry to ask but dyk if you'll ever continue/update "Doctor, Doctor (Give me the news)"?

PLEASE feel free to ignore this ask if you dont wanna answer!! i completely understand and in NO way am i trying to rush at all! the curiosity is just getting to me

again im sososo sorry to ask and feel free to ignore this!!

I should start charging you guys for these asks. I'd be able to quit sex work and be a good Woman like the other anon wants me to be /j

Listen: I am not abandoning Doctor Doctor. I am two thirds of the way through the final chapter and am drafting for the third fic. I have every intention of continuing it. Don't panic, it's not going to be lost to the abyss or anything like that.

I know that the gap in chapter release probably seems huge because I usually update once a week or so. Perhaps that's on me for setting the schedule standard so high and making you guys expect quick updates.

If I'm absolutely frank with you (and I tell you this not to make you feel bad but to be honest and open with you) things are very difficult for me in real life at the moment.

Beyond being burnt out with writing generally, I am suffering some family (and pet) grief and have talked about my turbulent relationship with them in general, which in turn makes this all very difficult. I have to visit home soon and that's not going to be fun.

I have ongoing health issues, and my mental health has tanked quite badly in the past few months. I've been coming off of anti-psychotics and that went wrong, which caused me a lot of other issues, and also my mental health is very fragile anyway so it's difficult at the best of times. I had a nervous breakdown a few weeks ago and am still delicate from it. I have BPD, which if you're familiar with it, is not very nice. I'm in very intense therapy for it and that takes a lot out of me each week. I'm very tired.

I'm also in a difficult relationship that is very likely going to end because I came out as asexual. I have been having to come to terms with my sexuality, the inevitable end of this relationship that I value, and deal with the fall out of it, with someone who is not always very nice to me.

Things are stressful and tiring and very overwhelming for me. I am still chipping away at the chapter, but it's just taking extra time to get done because I lack the energy I had at the start. But it's just an energy thing; the passion is still there!

Again, not telling you this to make you feel bad or tell you off, I just want to be honest with you so you know that I'm truly not giving up on the fic. I just have a lot on. I have waaaaaay too many ideas and love for Ford to just walk away from my fics and I really love talking with you guys about them all, so don't worry :) It's coming, I promise.

[monarchisms]

so this is the unintentional part two of that summary post i made with geoff talking about the end of achievement hunter. for this post, i'm going to try my best to sum up what michael, trevor, and joe (but not alfredo because he was sick at the time 😔) have said about what will happen in the future on the penultimate episode of off topic, #403. there won't be a transcript this time as i am busy with schoolwork and stuff, so i'll try to make this summary as filled with as much accurate information as i can to make up for it :)

so basically,

trevor starts off by saying they'll be doing the last of various series to wrap everything up. he also notes that some of these finales will be "more nostalgic"

one of the series finales that's up right now is vs episode #150: joe vs BK. the game they played is cooking mama!

after the series finale of off topic (#404 lol), the final AH video ever will be a let's play in the remastered version of burnout paradise, and the cast will consist of geoff, jack, trevor, and michael. this is a callback to the first ever AH video they did back in 2008, and it's already been filmed! trevor says it was more emotional then he thought it would be :')

michael explains that the video will essentially be a ~70-minute podcast. in it, they'll talk more about the end of achievement hunter, where the cast members have went/what they've all moved on to, and new projects that they'll working on. he also says that he thinks that people will call this video "cathartic" while comparing the vibe to their old gta v series, sunday driving

not as important, but michael said that he was mindlessly driving and turning in burnout paradise in the same way that he'd run and jump in minecraft because he "fucking hated" playing minecraft lmfao

as said before, they decided to close AH and start something new with dogbark instead of continuing like they used to. michael acknowledges that in the last few years, most of the crew had already left rt in some way or moved on to other stuff within the company, leaving just michael, trevor, alfredo, and joe as the most consistent on-screen talent by the end. *bonus bit that wasn't mentioned until later, but alongside these 4, jarren from the post team will be their channel manager for dogbark :)

as this group makes videos for dogbark, michael says that their stuff will be both "tonally different" and "very fluid" as they're still figuring it out as they go, noting that they were balancing it and AH/let's play content at the same time

michael also talks about how he's been doing what he's wanted to do at AH for a long time, but there were some things he still couldn't do within the constraints the AH crew had put on themselves

while there will be some gameplay stuff on the dogbark channel, as mentioned in this episode and the channel trailer, they will primarily focus on live action content. trevor makes a point by saying that the style/theme in the trailer will "not be pervasive throughout the entire brand", and michael adds on to that by saying the trailer "is at 100, but every video won't be at 100"

michael and trevor make a point by saying that there will be more variety, as in "a dozen little formats", not necessarily like the shows/series they made at AH, with joe saying that they're not trying to "tie themselves down" to strict uploads and such, like they were when they were previously fitting into a mold at AH

trevor says that he has seen achievement hunter, and rooster teeth as a whole, having a unique challenge ahead of them. he refers to making content that appeals to an audience who had been following them since the early days while trying to also find new faces, both out there in the audience and internally at the company, in order for AH to stay around

he also points out how difficult it is to do that with a long-standing brand that has had different eras of content, since there would be an audience with differing expectations for them. with that, it became hard for the AH crew to balance said expectations with the authenticity they tried to show in the content they created. the crew has changed as people alongside their audience, and the stress that came with it was challenging

michael stresses that the group not only chose to make a new channel completely, they also had to fight for it for a while, and wanted to slow down on AH content before properly closing/archiving the channel to create dogbark. beyond the struggles of creating something new from scratch, they now have the challenge of preparing the audience for the jump from AH to dogbark while thinking about all the pros and cons before going forward

this week (the week of september 18th) and next week (the week of september 25th) are the last weeks of new AH content. after that, there will be a 1 or 2-day break before dogbark properly starts making new content on october 2nd. trevor feels like people will get a better idea of what dogbark is after a month or two of them uploading content

finally (subject to change, of course), they want to aim for full uploads every monday and friday, with patreon-like exclusive videos with rt first every wednesday and saturday. one of the confirmed things to expect is a first-exclusive podcast. the first week dogbark officially starts, all that content will be public as a sample of what to expect, and every week after that will follow that schedule