#it's been a Garbage kinda week it seems

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tagged by @mandycore420 thank u!!! <3

shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people

1. A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

2. Blackout - Garbage

3. Even Though Our Love Is Doomed - Garbage

4. Meat & Greet - Ice Nine Kills

5. Unsainted - Slipknot

6. Magnetized - Garbage

7. Try Honesty - Billy Talent

8. You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison - My Chemical Romance

9. So We Can Stay Alive - Garbage

10. I Never Told You What I Do For A Living - My Chemical Romance

tagging (no pressure <33): @zanukavat @wizardfvcker @misspickman @speakercrab @dusty21134 @degloved @definitelynotshouting @ispybluesky @luv4ozzy @netherthelesss

[rainrot4me]

Take It

Summary: Nightmarish visions drive you to seek out their sender, constant paranoia driving you mad. But when you find out he intends to make you work for him, he realizes you can’t be broken like the others. So he must take a more… intensive approach.

Characters: Slenderman x Male Reader

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Mental torture, hallucinations, phantom touch, description of organs and blood, tentacles, eating out, overstimulation, mind-breaking, forced submission, dub-con, painful pleasure, masochism, gagging, choking, blood, tentacles, anal, stomach bulge, tearing, size-difference, suffocation, forcing, clawing, manipulation, kinda stockholm syndrome at the end

Words: 6.5k

A/N: This was my first time writing for a male pov! I hope it wasn’t too unrealistic lolol

It had been nonstop for weeks.

Visions. These crazy, nightmare-induced images continuously haunted your thoughts and dreams, leaving you nauseous every time you closed your eyes. Seeing dead family members, imagining noises and people that weren’t there, even feeling physical pain with no explanation. Sleep was nonexistent at this point, brain on high alert and checking every corner of every dark room you entered. You had no idea what was setting them off, sleep medications doing absolutely nothing for your new insomnia that kept you up into the late hours of the morning until you watched the sunrise. Quitting your job came next. Unable to stay awake and alert through a shift caused you a bad reputation, paranoia driving you to leave after imagining seeing a dead body in the garbage can. 

No matter what you tried: medicine, sleep, meditation, nothing calmed the pounding in your head. However, one thing was constant, a recurring entity that seemed to be the center of every hallucination—this grotesquely long-limbed figure with stark white skin. He was giant, towering over you and making you feel so tiny and weak, thriving from the fear it gave you. But the worst part of it, despite his rather nice suit and tie, was the complete lack of a face. His head was smoothed over, skin warping almost to resemble expressions but wrinkling and stretching against the muscles of his face buried underneath. Despite the horror, he was so intriguing, mind-wrapping around the concept of him. This figure always showed up in the corners of your vision, in the dark areas of a room or behind tall objects, like he was truly there watching you.

But you had to convince yourself it was just a trick in your mind, closing your eyes and breathing deep to center yourself back. Sometimes it was hard, body and mind under so much stress you felt like you were genuinely dying, but you always came back eventually. You were just never sure if that time would be your last. 

Dropping your groceries onto the counter, you pulled the fridge open, grabbing a bottle of water. You were scrounging now, desperate to use your money wisely to buy the things you needed now without a job. It was rough, losing a lot of the things you once took for granted due to your own mental decay. Having friends was out of the question now, your hallucinations creeping onto them as well and ruining any social ability you once had. For lack of a better term, your life was falling apart before your eyes. And there was nothing you could do about it.

Turning back to your groceries, you gripped the paper bags, dragging them to the edge of the marble counter, reaching your hand in. At first, you were confused, wet sludge touching your hand and pulling out quickly. Nervously you peered into the bag, eyes widening and throat constricting as you jerked back, gagging. 

The paper bag was filled with organs, thick blood coating the goopy tangle of insides as the sack tipped over, contents spilling onto your counter and hardwood floors. You retched, gripping the counter behind you as you forced yourself to look away, a lung landing near your foot. It wasn’t long before you were sobbing, the retched smell filling your nose and sending you hunching over, gagging as you clenched your stomach. It was everywhere, blood staining the floors as livers and kidneys slid from the marble and fell onto the ground with a wet slap. 

This couldn’t be real, this wasn’t. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply and trying your hardest to silence the screaming panic inside your body. The sounds and smells sent you reeling, sobbing into your hands as you tried to calm down, praying to whatever would listen to take your hysteria away.

As the smell dissipated, you peeked from behind your hands, stomach nervous at the sight you might find. However, apples and cans of food spread on the ground, rolling under counters and resting beside your feet. Breathing deep, you crouched down, sobbing into your hands as you tried to clean up the mess you had caused. Your mental strength was deteriorating, morale so low you couldn’t even bring yourself to care for your well-being anymore.

Googling the creature’s appearance was enough to get at least some information. This thing was called ‘Slenderman’, a well-known cryptic being around the area that was a big folklore agent. Most of the blogs you found circled a weird fan base, cultish intrigue following the lengthy being wherever it appeared. It was cringy, hysterical almost, but at least it gave you some sense of what you were working with. 

This creature was haunting you, torturing you, and you had to do something about it before it killed you.

-

The woods were dark even with a flashlight, dense trees blocking the view of the full moon overhead. Why you were out here, you weren’t sure, but it felt like a good place to start. Considering your visions, most of them took place in the forest, the tall creature always cradled amongst the branches and leaves and just barely out of view until he decided otherwise. So as you pressed through bushes and overgrown grass, it just felt right to be here, eyes scanning eagerly with every step.

You know you should’ve been scared, should’ve been consulting a therapist or a priest for these sorts of things, but your mind just wouldn’t let you rest. He was terrifying, sure, but your intrigue overruled any hesitation you might’ve had, beckoning you towards him. Maybe it was all a part of his game, luring you into a false sense of curiosity just to take advantage. But, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. You never feared a little game of cat and mouse. If this thing wanted your mind, he was gonna have to work for it. 

But your mental strength reflected poorly as you shook in your skin, heart pounding at every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig. There were no telltale signs that you were going in the right direction, having no clue if he would even be in these woods in the first place, but something in your gut told you he already knew you were here. It was like this weight holding your mind, a claw gripped tightly around your consciousness until it was suffocating you, dragging you down into the worst parts of yourself. So, if that bastard could do that, he could very well buck up and face you if he really wanted to. Taking a deep breath, you stopped, for no particular reason other than your pants becoming too loud and your body becoming too eager.

“I know you’re watching.” You stated calmly, but just loud enough for it to echo throughout the trees. There was no immediate response, just the subtle breeze wafting through the limbs and noises echoing back to you. It was unsettling, but you could feel something building, sliding through you unnaturally. It was calm at first, an irritating chill pushing up your spine and to the back of your head, throbbing gently. A normal person could have passed it by as the start of a headache, but you knew better, irritation growing.

“You’re real good at that, y'know? Hiding and teasing. What, you get off on it? Pain and all that?” You chuckled through grit teeth, flicking your flashlight off and tossing it to the ground, crossing your arms. The tension pulsed, making you flinch as you felt phantom claws curl against your insides, quickening your heartbeat. You hissed, holding your ground and examining the trees, searching for that familiar energy you had seen too much of. “Why don’t you come say hi?” You growled, digging your nails into your arms to stop you from gagging. The feeling was nauseating, mind tensing and swirling until you felt dizzy, cold energy running through you. He was here, it was evident now, but he hid behind your mind, nestled just between the corners of your consciousness just where you couldn’t reach him, couldn’t flush him out. It was torturous, but in some sadistic way, it felt good. 

Your mind tensed, neck craning as you rolled your eyes shut, pushing back against the grip. “Or are you too scared?” You smiled, shuddering as the tension pressed against your skin, faint phantom claws pressing against your back. Now it really felt good, teeth grit as you tried not to groan, back arching slightly as they slid up to your shoulders and gripped to your neck. Gasping, you open your eyes, dizzy against the dual sensations as your mind whispers a secret to yourself, begging to find the creature somewhere out here instead of just in your thoughts. “Please…”

Like a prayer, your eyes stopped, the sensation against your neck dissipating as you found that familiar stark white skin nestled just perfectly into the shadows. There was no difference between what lay before you and the image that showed in your mind, that familiar suit and energy radiating all the same. However, your idea of his height was skewed, his head almost reaching the top of the branches on the pine he stood behind. He was… huge. Towering almost an entire other person over you, your head barely coming up to his waistline as you watched him, your heart pounding against your chest as the tension in your mind gripped harder, making you groan.

He was several yards away, just visible enough to see his jaw twitch as he watched through a blank expression. You wanted to move, to press towards him and interrogate, but your mind was so numb, so mushy you couldn’t think of how to take another step. 

“Bastard…” You hissed, palms clenching as you glared, fighting against the nauseating feeling. Maybe it was the intensity of it all, the pressure and chilling sensation that crept all over your body, but you couldn’t stop your stomach from fluttering gently, thighs clenching together. Slenderman tilted his head in amusement, curiously watching as you felt the pressure creep from your skull down your chest, finally settling into the pit of your stomach. You hunched over, clenching your gut as you gasped, staring through heavy eyes at the lanky being finding amusement in your uncomfortable position. “Such a bitch… hiding…” You gasped out, stomach-lurching as you let yourself fall to your knees, jeans digging into the wet grass as you groaned, tugging at your clothes. You couldn’t compare the sensation. Almost like someone was digging their fingers into your gut, teasing and prodding at your insides until you were squirming and whining for relief. The one thing you could describe, however, was the irritable way your cock began to twitch in your boxers, curiously flinching to life. You tried to press your hands down, covering yourself as your bulge grew and pressed against your pants. 

Now Slenderman was really interested, taking a calm step out of the shadows and slowly towards you, clasping his long claws behind his back as he watched you squirm, desperate to push your aching cock back down. There was so no fucking way you were getting excited from this feeling. You were closer to throwing up than you were to cumming, but for some reason, it lit a fire under you, turning you on in some nauseating way. But as his dress shoes crunched against the wet grass closer to you, you couldn’t help but moan under your breath, gripping your jeans tightly as he stood in front of you, towering over you so tall you had to lean back to see his face.

He was bent at the waist, chest tensing against his suit as he breathed slowly as he leaned down closer to you, the weight in your gut growing the closer he got. “Fuck… Fuck you…” You whined, tears pricking on your waterline as he finally stopped, hot breath blowing against your face that seemingly came from nowhere.

“Interesting.” Slenderman chuckled, his voice smooth and low, every word laced with the undertone of a darker grumble, like two voices were speaking at once, overlapping each other subtly. You flinched, him speaking with the lack of a jaw movement making you uneasy, body beginning to tremble under him. “You have such a strong resolve. It’ll be satisfying to crumble it.” He stood back up, readjusting his tie around his neck as his bony stature swallowed yours. You wanted to snap something back, but your mind was cut short, swallowed by pain as phantom claws dug into your skull, piercing your mind with the nauseating noise of chalk scratching. You groaned out, gripping your head as you rolled your eyes deeply, whining against the feeling as your stomach rolled. The pain should’ve pushed your arousal down, should’ve scared you, but all your cock could do was strain, twitching with excitement the deeper it felt like the claws sunk. What the hell was wrong with you?

A crippled moan rolled from your lips, thighs tensing together as your knees dug into the ground, palming at your jeans for some sort of relief from the strain on your mind. Slenderman was watching, amusement gauging his features as he poked and prodded at you, infesting your senses. “So sensitive.” He cooed, putting pressure against your chest and stalling your breathing, forcing your lungs smaller than they wanted to be. It was exhausting, heart and mind running a mile a minute as you wheezed, staring straight into his expressionless face. “So fickle.”

“Why-” You managed to push out between coughs, head dizzy and congested with nausea. Slender pushed forward, reaching his claw out to wrap around your face, thin fingers enveloping your entire jaw in one firm grip, squeezing your cheeks close together. “You’re going to work for me. Your strength, your abilities, they’re all admirable. They would make a great asset to the little group I have,” He smiled behind the stretch of pale flesh, skin pinching into a strained grin. “I just have to crack that determination you so desperately hold onto.” 

He squeezed down tighter, claws digging into the sides of your head and making you whine, your skull feeling like it could crack under the pressure. All the while keeping your eyes trained on his smug face, flesh hot under his touch, cock twitching as you relished in the feeling of being overpowered, fear mixing with arousal uncontrollably. Your jeans pressed way too tight, sensation overloading you to the point of it hurting, begging to be touched as your sadistic brain ran rampant.

Slender took notice too, peeking past his arm and down towards your groin, spotting the obviously large bulge nestled between your legs. “Hmm…” He inquired, easing the phantom pains that pressed into your head and dragging them achingly slow down towards your legs, making your eyes widen and breath quicken. You tried to push back, reaching your hands to claw against his arm, tugging at his jacket sleeve and whining desperately. The lanky creature snickered, deep voice holding you irritable as the touch stretched down to your cock, putting heavy pressure against it. 

Groaning deep into the palm of Slender’s claw, you wrapped your hands around his arm, holding yourself steady as the phantom touch pushed down teasingly against your clothed cock. You nearly choked out a sob, pushing your hips up eagerly to create friction as your cheeks grew dark, embarrassment being lost in the relief of being touched. Slender watched eagerly, brows tensing as he hummed, mentally pushing and rubbing down onto your bulge. 

It was heavenly, eyes rolling and soft gasps muffling out, eagerly chasing the touch as it began to retreat back off of you completely. You whined, clawing at his thin arm until he let go of your face, standing back up straight. 

You had been so skewed by your hazy mind that you hadn’t realized the absolute presence of the creature before you. He was terrifying, sure, and powerful too. But you couldn’t act like you didn’t notice how powerful he felt, how easily he could mutilate or destroy you, but just how easily he could command and dominate you. It turned you on in the worst kind of way. You wanted to be angry, to tear him to shreds for the insanity he’s caused you. But as he looked down, crossing his long arms across his chest and tapping a claw onto his suit sleeve, nothing could stop your cock from aching.

“Stop looking at me like that, bastard.” You growled, sniffling your tears back at the strain against your jeans, clenching your thighs closely together for at least some friction, but more so out of embarrassment. “Quiet. I’m trying to figure out what to do with you, boy.” He snapped back, tension growing in his face. You wanted to growl, but more desperately you wanted to beg. Beg for whatever that sensation was to come back, to give you more. “Hm, I know,” He grinned, unbuttoning his suit and sliding it off of his shoulders, his white collared dress shirt sitting snug against his bony figure. “You can’t be broken like the others, it seems. You’re… in need of special treatment. Something that’ll break you in ways pain can’t.” His voice was low and husky, eagerness lacing his echoing voice as he rolled up his sleeves, tucking them up to his elbows in that hot way older men did. You were writhing, caught in the middle of terror and excitement, mind unsure of which one to pick.

But it seemed Slender was going to pick for you. As you leaned back onto your haunches, body straining, you stared wide-eyed as dark, slimy tentacles began to push out from his back, the lanky creature breathing deep as they caged around him, several veins pushing towards you slowly. To you, they blended in with the tree branches around, thick limbs curving and jagged like the wood of a tree, perfect for camouflage, you realized. But as they began to slink around you, cold warmth snaking across your arms and into the sleeves of your shirt, you couldn’t help but gasp, leaning into the feeling. It was so odd, unlike anything you could compare it to as they gripped around your legs too, pushing themselves under you and lifting slowly, stretching your body off of the ground as you tried not to panic. They held you tight, pushing your shirt up and into your pant legs, odd slime spreading across your chilled skin until you were moaning.

They worked quickly to tug your shirt over your head, Slender clasping his hands behind his back again as he watched, controlling the tendons to tug open your jeans and slide them down your legs as well, bulge embarrassingly evident against your thin boxers. “Wait… Woah…” You mewled, straining your arms to push the tentacles away but they wrapped around your wrists, holding them clasped together as they fully undressed you, finally slipping your boxers down and hooking off of your ankles. The night air was so cold, body tensing and shaking as you held suspended in the air, gasping as the slime slid scarcely close to your ass. “Where to start…” Slender crept, neck craning to examine every inch of your nude body as he pulled you closer, a large claw wrapping around your waist and smothering your hips entirely. He held your thighs, neck, arms, pale claws wrapping around them completely, easily holding your limbs in one grasp. But turning you around, suspending you higher in the air, your head dropped quickly, tentacles turning you upside down as Slender palmed at your ass, blood rushing to your face as he tugged your cheeks apart. “Here seems right.”

Wrapping his claws around your waist, he pulled you snugly against him, back pressed to his lower abdomen as tentacles repositioned, angling better to hold you in the right position. Your arms strained, grasping onto his suit for balance as you teetered upside down, bangs falling from your face and head already beginning to feel dizzy. Your heart thudded, cock hanging lazily down against your abdomen, bobbing in the air as you felt claws spread your thighs apart, asshole puckering from the cold. There was nothing you could do, no fight you could put up that wouldn’t result without you dropped on your head or thrown for distance. No matter how much your brain screamed at you to fight, you were forced to settle, forced to hold onto his clothes and beg your determination would hold out against whatever plans he had. Whines slipped as your head pounded against the pressure building between your ears, your face growing deep red as you hung.

Then came the cracking, the ear-straining tears that sounded from above you. Fear pushed you to look up, neck straining as you watched with intrigue as Slenderman’s expressionless face began to change, skin stretching right about where his mouth would be. He was creating a mouth, or better yet, exposing the one he already had. Shreds of skin tore open, pale flesh cracking to form a mouth as his jaw craned open, tugging the skin apart. That’s when you saw the teeth, rows and rows of jagged nestled inside of his wide mouth, a long tongue slipping out between the razors and lulling above you, already soaked in saliva. How was he able to conceal an entire mouth? How was he able to conceal that tongue? It was long, the muscle curling and flicking like his tentacles, wet and dark and pointed at the tip. You wanted to whine, to tug away and run. But as he slid his head down, wrapping his claws tighter around your hips, you moaned, cock twitching as he slid his tongue between your cheeks. It was cold, saliva spreading between your plump cheeks and pressing against your hole, tip teasing before continuing to wet the rest of the area. You were groaning loudly, hands gripping tight as pushing your hips back, aching for the feeling but oh so nervous as well. 

“It’s going to taste so good when you submit. When I break that willpower to resist inside of you.” Slender chuckled between laps, growling as he licked up your thighs, teeth knicking against your skin. You tensed as he finally settled between your cheeks, claws tugging your ass apart to give him clear access as he began to shove his tongue against your tight rim, giving you no time to adjust before he was shoving further. You were howling, back arching uncomfortably as Slender disregarded your body’s restraint, forcing the thick muscle deeper until it felt like you were going to tear, lower body screaming. “Oh my god-” You snapped out, teeth clenching as you forced your eyes shut, body straining against the thickness slipping inside of you. It was uncomfortable, pain snapping at your muscles but only feeding your cock to ache more, pulsing against your stomach eagerly as Slender growled against you, brows knotting. Your jaw hung lazily as he bottomed his tongue out inside of you, thick muscle straining against your tight walls as your rim stretched too wide. You were dizzy, being upside down made you nauseous now, brain pulsing between your ears. 

Slender was quick now, tugging his tongue out just enough to push it back in fast, clawing your hips back against his mouth, Lazily fucking you up onto his tongue, you moaned out loud, the wet schlick of his tongue moving inside of you echoing against the trees. You tried to resist, tried to hold your mouth shut and muffle your moans to not satisfy the cryptid, but it only irritated him, moving faster. His tongue curled inside of you, nudging against your tight walls and pressing down hard against your prostate, enveloping the bud wholly. “Oh, fuck-” You whined, hands clenching tight around his pant legs as his tentacles roamed, slithering against your hot skin and prodding at any sensitive spots you revealed. Behind your ears, curling onto your nipples, even wrapping tight around your ribs, anything to get you to make a noise. You tried to push back, to withstand, but as you clenched your eyes shut, the tentacles moved down, curiously sliding around your thighs. Tensing, you tried to clench your thighs together, Slender’s thick claws holding them wide and still, tongue continuing to milk your ass as you whined. 

You flinched when the tentacles slid around your aching cock, slithering around the girth and holding tight, slime covering the length and poking at your tip. Your back arched into the feeling, Slender grunting as he followed your hips, pushing his head forward back between your legs. The tentacles began to stroke your cock slowly, going only half the pace that the cryptid’s tongue was, gripping tight and pulling hard to milk precum from your tip already. You babbled, grinding your hips in time with Slender’s movements but failing as he read your body, speeding himself up. His goal was the break you, so he couldn’t let you become comfortable, needing to push your body further than it wanted to go. 

So a large tentacle pressed to your face, sliding against your jaw and shoving itself between your lips, filling your mouth quickly. You tried to relax, tried to take the tendon easily, but it forced itself in, shoving its way down your throat until you were gagging, throat straining against the size. If hanging upside down wasn’t bad enough, having your breathing cut by a large slimy tentacle made it all the more intense. Your lungs screamed, begging for air as the tentacle matched the pace of Slender’s tongue, tugging itself out of your throat just to shove itself back in, filling your senses with gags and slobber. Eyes rolling, slobber running out of your mouth, and body falling apart, you were already losing, already having to strain not to slip into some lost headspace. But even with the lack of eyes, you could feel his gaze burning into you, feel as he beckoned unfamiliar sensations and noises from your body. 

Your whines began to sound cracked, your voice high and pitchy as it gagged around the tentacle, vibrating around the intrusion. You tried to push, tried to pull your arms loose of the grip wrapped around your body, bucking your hips the deeper Slender probed his tongue, trying to escape. Every drag of his tongue, his tentacles, even his claws was becoming painful, overstimulation scratching at your brain as you cried, sensations becoming filled with nothing but him. It hurt so bad, the suffocation and the strain, so you couldn’t explain why a knot was growing in your gut, cock leaking desperately as it was tugged and swallowed in thick warm slime. It just hurt so good. Slender could read it too, pulling the tongue out as far as he could before slamming it back inside, curling it onto itself to stretch your hole wider, crying out as you felt your rim tear, blood pooling against the muscle. The sting sent you, body convulsing into itself as you came hard, strings of hot seed shooting down and onto your chest, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the tentacle stopped deep into your throat, nearly making you puke. Slender’s tongue rode you through your orgasm, relishing in the way your walls clenched as your cock fell flaccid, sensitive in his grasp. He slowly tugged his tongue out, groaning at the taste of blood soaking in until he was completely out, slurping up the taste vulgarly. 

He still had his tentacle pressed into your throat, your hands slamming down against him as you cried for air, slobber and obnoxious choking sounds getting so loud he almost feared you’d throw up. But maybe that would be good…

Deciding against it, he tugged the tentacle out, your lungs gasping for air as your eyes clenched shut and your face returned to a normal shade. The tendons slithered, repositioning to turn you upright, flinging your body off of Slender’s warmth and into the air, dropping you hard against the ground. You groaned, hunching into yourself as your body slammed into the cold grass, bare body wrecked by the cryptid. You were still gasping, chest heaving as you tried to wipe the cum from your chest, wiping the sweat from your brow. Slender seemed unimpressed, slipping his tongue between his teeth as he readjusted his button-up, refolding the sleeves back up to his elbows as he knelt down at your feet. “You can take more.” He stated cooly, standing back up and shooting a tentacle out, wrapping tight around your ankle and dragging you back up again.

You clawed desperately at the grass, pleading some unheard begs to stop as he slid another tentacle around your chest, pulling your eye level with his chest. You watched through heavy, tired eyes as Slender tugged another tentacle down towards his slacks, unbuttoning them as he slid his claws around your chest, pulling you closer to him. “I can���t…” You gasped, head spinning as the tentacle shoved his pants down, tugging his cock out. You watched in horror as Slender placed his length on top of you, nestling it beside your own weak cock and resting it on your stomach. It easily reached right below your chest, almost tripping your length when hard. It wasn’t normal thought, the texture and curvature more like another tentacle, but the rosy head already leaking told you it wasn’t just another tendon. Slender smiled rabidly, length twitching and pulsing on top of you as more tentacles wrapped your body, pressing and poking against all those obnoxious spaces again. “You will, boy. You’ll take it.” He snarled, tendons pushing you back as a separate one wrapped around his length, stroking himself as he crossed his arms again, watching you eagerly. 

You thought his tongue was bad. But as you watched his cock line up with your ass, you nearly screamed, heart pounding in your ears. You were so terrified, cock twitching back to life involuntarily as you watched his claws snag around your hips again, tugging you close as his head pressed against your asshole. He was going to tear you in half.

Slender groaned at your little panicked sounds when he finally began to push through, watching you as tears filled your eyes and your voice cracked with pleas of how it wouldn’t fit, how it’d kill you. He smiled, teeth glimmering as you began to stretch, rim catching impossibly tight the deeper he pushed, your body thrashing as a tentacle wrapped around your throat, clenching to alleviate your tension, but also to silence your mindless protests. Slender wanted to forfeit all restraint and tear you up, caring less if you ruptured something. But there was a science to this, a cool calculated way to make you fall apart, to make you want it more than he did. “Don’t fight it, yeah?” He growled, stopping his press when you began to gasp for air, sliding his tentacle across your cheeks and nipples to take your mind off of the sickeningly wide stretch your ass was experiencing. “Just give in already.”

Slender snapped his hips shallowly, just barely pressing an inch in more, but it was enough to make you scream, fists clenching and throat sobbing as you arched, the fullness making your head light. You tried to hold your eyes open, tried to fight against the pain and the stretch and keep your head right, but you just couldn’t. So, eyes heavy, you let your head fall, jaw unhinging as you went boneless in his grasp, cock snapping against your abdomen. Slender took the opportunity, pushing deeper until he caught on your rim again, growling at the tightness holding him still. But as he looked down, he smiled, a wicked chuckle echoing in your dizzy head as you peeked at him, and then down to what he was seeing.

Your stomach bulged, the tip of Slender’s cock pushing against your abdomen and making a clear outline for you to gawk at, eyes watering as you felt your body shake with excitement. You watched carefully as Slender slid a claw over top of the bulge, pressing down and making you gasp, tension building in your gut already. “You think I can get deeper?” You shook your head quickly, begging desperately for him not to as your body already felt like it was going to fall apart, overstimulation overtaking you wholly now. “I think I’m gonna try anyways.” You could’ve puked.

Slender tugged his hips back, replacing his claw back onto your hip and giving you a clear shot as the bulge disappeared, eyes wide as you watched him steady himself, tentacle clenching down hard around your throat as he grinned. He snapped back in quickly, length making it halfway inside of you before pushing against your walls, the bulge reappearing and making him stop. You cried out, back snapping as you cried, clawing against your own skin as your brain tensed, pain rocking you. You cock bobbed in the air, body straining as Slender hunched over you, curling his body to engulf you as he snapped again, pushing his cock in and out roughly. The cryptid didn’t seem to know the word gentle, claws already digging into your hips and drawing intensive amounts of blood, pale fingers coated in deep red. But the sight of the bulge pressing and retreating in your gut made you dizzy, throat tensing to scream as the tentacle found its way back to your mouth, shoving itself back inside as you gagged again.

Slenderman knew this was a torture method, a technique catered just to you to break your mind, making it easier for him to use you; as a proxy or otherwise. But as you cried out, cock twitching with every thrust of his thin hips, the cryptid found it hard to restrain himself, failing to hold his composure the deeper he pressed. He was supposed to be the one in charge here, supposed to break you and go from there, using you however he needed. But you just felt so good. The way you clenched around him, the way you fought but failed to disguise your secret want for the pain he was giving you, and especially how you resisted. He liked the way you tried to act hard but fell apart the moment he pushed himself onto you. It was addicting. 

Slender was panting, hot breath pushing from his mouth and brushing against your face, his nonexistent eyes baring into you at the sight of his tentacle choking you, slobber dripping down your chin as you cried. You were stunning, in the worst kind of way. 

Thrusting faster, you wanted to scream, wanted to keep yourself from tearing in half as he pounded against your walls, half words and babbles falling from your full lips. Slender groaned, pushing his phantom touch onto you and pinching your skin, prodding at your mind and body, sending you further into hysteria. “Break. Break for me, boy.” He snapped, trying his best to push more of his length into your tight ass but failing miserably as you went dumb, body hanging limp as twitching and aching at every hard thrust. You had no choice, nothing left in your body to push back with as you came, cock pulsing between your legs and cum shooting across your stomach. It was nauseating as your ass clenched, letting even less of Slender’s length enter until he was snapping his teeth, growling as he dug into your hips, rutting like an animal into you. “You wanted this, you want, you wanted thi-” Slender gripped as his tongue slipped from his teeth, hanging as saliva dripped onto your face, running down your dark cheeks. He couldn’t stop himself, fully aware that you were already beyond pliable, but his own chase for pleasure making him stay. If this was bad, then why did it feel so good? Why did he need to come so deep inside of your ass you’d be feeling it for hours?  He didn’t know, didn’t want to know, all he knew was to keep thrusting, keep digging into your hips until his own cock pulsed, tension building in his gut.

Slender growled low and heavy as he came inside of you, milking his cock with your tight ass as the bulge pushed hard against your stomach, a tentacle quick to wrap around and press down, making the two of you holler out. “Fuckin- Take it.” He snapped through moans, tongue slipping down across your face and lapping at your tears, teeth shining as they nipped at your hot skin. The cryptid stayed there for a minute, relishing in the feeling of you falling apart on him, fully submitted as his hot cum began to leak from your rim, speckling down your cheeks. You could barely breathe, tentacle retreating from your mouth and sliding against your stomach, mixing your cum against your skin. But when he pulled out, rim stinging at the tug, you whined, holding onto his claws as he pulled you off of him, letting his cock fall between his legs. “Boy…” Slender cooed, watching as his cum spilt from your puckered hole, the muscle tensing and untensing as you leaked, whining at the feeling. 

You couldn’t remember much after that, Slender’s tentacles laying you to the ground gently as he redressed himself, letting your cold body numbly shiver as your mind went blank, watching the leaves rustle above you. It wasn’t long before you felt his tentacles circle you again, scooping you off of the ground and covering you with his suit jacket, the fabric covering your entire body and keeping you warm against the night air. You wanted to push away, to forget this ever happened, but more than that, you wanted to sleep. 

-

You truly had no clue how you had gotten into an unfamiliar bed, let alone one in a mansion. The place was huge, with old architecture and a weathered feel surrounding you as you tried to move, sore body preventing you from doing so much as rolling over. But it didn’t take long until you were recovered, Slender appearing every so often to give you mystery food and water before disappearing again. You soon learned of the ‘others’, the proxies that were manipulated, much differently than you, but broken all the same.

You soon learned the purpose of your visions and the reasons behind the horrors you were experiencing. Slender wanted you, and he got you, traditionally or not. You worked for him now, mind pushed well past reason and compliant to his every command with the help of that pesky phantom touch. He used it well, touching you just enough to get you stirred and motivated, eager to please him. 

However, instead of horrific visions of organs and torture, you were met with vibrant flashbacks of that night in the woods, the reason you were even here. It was teasing, almost, like an invitation to sneak away to Slender’s office where the others didn’t dare go, where only you spent the quiet parts of the night. 

So, as you sat on his lap, tentacles twirling around your body and pushing into your lips, you couldn’t be happier.

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wrath - santiago garcia

i am cooking on these holyy. lowkey proud of myself. I think i'll do an aftercare series next because not every fic has that and sometimes it's nice to have some fluff.

cw: hate (?) sex, darkish santi but dw everything is okay, enemies to enemies who fuck, banter, badassery gone wrong, riding, biting, degradation, mentions of injury and violence (pg description), kinda pwp

songs to listen to: caroline by artemas, you've been a bad girl by artemas...anything by artemas....

OKAY HOT TAKE I THINK SANTI WAS OSCAR'S HOTTEST ROLE. highkey a snack.

okay okay on with the show xox

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Fish and Will, the other two on your team, had been wise enough to take a separate Jeep, seeing the venomous look in Santi's eye.

A quiet rattling from the undercarriage over the rocky terrain was the only sound between you.

You held an ice pack to your chest, trying to soothe the burning ache. A rubber mallet to the sternum was a hard hit to take, and you'd only recently regained the ability to breathe. Trying to swallow air as quietly as you could, you shifted towards the window, determined not to look at your partner.

Santi hadn't said a word, jaw clenched sharp enough to cut diamond. The anger rolling off of him clouded the air; a mix of sweat, heat and loamy soil. An irony twinge made your skin crawl. Blood was still caked under your fingernails and flecked on his cheek.

The stakeout hadn't gone well. In fact, Murphy's law seemed to be the only rule in action out in the backwoods, because nothing had gone to plan. The bodyguards for your target had switched shifts, the numbers were wrong, the target came home early...in short, it was a bloodbath.

Fish and Will took the supply van, trundling along in front of the armored Jeep Pope was currently driving.

Guilt and anger roiled in your gut. Yes, you'd been reckless. yes, Santi had reason to be angry. Did you get out alive and with the cash? Also yes, so at this point you weren't sure why it was still an issue.

"There's more ice in the back," Santi's low rumble broke the silence. His gaze was still locked forward, tone giving no room for further conversation.

You nodded thanks, grabbing a new pack and throwing the melted one into the garbage bag. The cold bite made you hiss. Santi flicked his eyes to yours in the mirror, then back on the road.

"Grab the map."

Sighing through your nose, you complied, shoving the messily folded sheet at him. His hand stalled as he grabbed the paper, clenching hard enough to tear.

"Interesting," he growled, "you can listen."

You glared daggers. This was not the conversation you wanted to have right now. Don't engage, just leave him alone.

"About time you decided to act right."

okay, fuck you.

Shoving forwards to the passenger seat, you stuck your face as close as possible to Pope's fuming profile.

"I got out," you spat, "and I got out alive, and I got out with an extra 50k. I was gonna offer it to you, but-"

Santi revved the engine and swerved off the road, swearing in heated Spanish. You screamed, thrown against the door from the force of the vehicle. Shrubs and branches crunched under the heavy wheels, and you tumbled onto the dash, chest searing with pain.

Hands hooked under your arms and dragged you into the humid fog. You thrashed and wailed, choking on breath. A familiar tan palm slapped over your mouth, and you felt Pope's grip tighten around your bicep.

While you struggled to comprehend what the fuck just happened, Santiago brought your ear up to his mouth and seethed.

"Listen very closely," he said quietly. "I have put up with you for five weeks. Five. Cinco. I am going to give you five minutes to run as fast as you possibly fucking can until I drive off without you. Otherwise, I'll put a round through your skull. Comprende?"

You shivered and coughed, mind doing pirouettes. Where did this come from? No, you didn't like Pope, but he'd never...

"Wh-why?" you croaked around his hand. With an umph you were shoved to the mossy floor, scrabbling away from him. Santi stalked forwards, dark gaze heavy and strong.

"You don't listen. You don't shoot. you fight good, but you risked all of us for what, a moment of glory? Puta," he hissed, grabbing your jaw again.

His arms rippled under a sheen of sweat and dewy raindrops. You struggled to suck in a breath, the injury on your chest throbbing with every inhale.

"P-please don't," you stuttered, trying to stand. He shoved you down, broad palm strong against your chest. A defeated whimper slipped between your lips. Santi clicked his tongue. Mocking.

"Cry later, you've got some ground to cover."

With a shove, you were stumbling forwards into a loping run. The jungle terrain was unfamiliar but you plowed forwards. Sharp leaves whipped your cheeks, wet bark and sticky sap clinging to your already drenched clothes.

Pitter pat pitter pat pitter pat. You had five minutes. 180 steps a minute, that meant you had 900 steps before-

A loud crashing came behind you. He cheated. It had not been five minutes, and Santi was a lot faster. You sprinted hard, trying not to slip on the slick leaves.

With a huge leap, you crossed a small creek and crawled up the bank. A few seconds later you heard Santi splash through.

You weren't going to outrun him. Hide. You could hide. you were good at that; being quiet and still. There was enough mud and foliage caked on you to blend in with the shrubbery.

Trying to quell your shivering limbs, you crept beneath a rotting log, rutting out a small ditch to cower in.

The forest was quiet. Every sound you made sounded amplified. Your ears strained to pick up Santi's careful footsteps.

Trying to track a Marine, huh? Good fucking luck.

You settled lower and sniffled. Better just to accept it.

"You can come out now."

It stunned you to silence. You weren't expecting him to catch up so soon. Biting your lip, you shakily crawled out of your hiding spot, hands timidly raised to your ears.

Santi stood a few feet away, posture relaxed and wide. His powerful legs were strong and steady, arms folded over his chest. Fish. God, you should have called Fish.

Fear choking your throat, your shook as he walked closer, stopping nose to nose. Raw anger radiated off of him, almost in visible rays. You met his gaze bravely, but the tears bubbling gave away your terror.

Santi's hand moved to his waistband and you flinched reflexively. His hand came up to smack you and you barreled forwards, tackling him to the soggy jungle floor. Desperately, you clawed at his chest, trying to stave him off and get back to the car. He grabbed your ankle, yanking you back into his chest.

A splitting scream tore from your throat before he stuck a thumb in your mouth, efficiently gagging you.

"Stop it, st- shut it-" he growled, pinning your arms at your sides. You grunted furiously, kicking at his ankle. Santi swore again and hitched up so your feet flailed in the air.

"I'm not gonna shoot you," he spat, wrestling you against a tree, "would you fucking stay still chrissakes, stop hitting me." Your brain took a moment to catch up, after which you fell limp.

Relief coursed through your veins.

Santi breathed heavily. "Can you...jesus can you stop moving? I need to-"

"Drop your gun," you said as soon as he removed his hand.

"Wh...I don't have a gun." His eyes were genuinely perplexed.

You kneed up to his waist, connecting with the hardness there. "yes, you do."

He buckled, groaning. Bewildered, you watched him swallow a curse before it clicked.

"...Are you-"

"Shut up," he growled, before devouring your mouth.

Oxygen deprivation was getting to you. You went slack when his tongue pushed into your mouth, harsh and greedy. Santi's grip was bruising on your arms as he kept them pinned to your sides.

"Why," he panted between sucks, "do you have to be so fucking difficult-" a groan cut him off and he returned to your neck, biting and licking for dear life.

You huffed and whimpered, overwhelmed by his attention. He kissed you angrily, teeth gnashing and clicking. A tang of iron when you bit his lip made him moan, grinding up against you.

The sharp grain of the tree you were pressed against dug into your shoulder. Lust burning, you ground back against him, urging him to kiss lower. He complied, still growling obscenities as he migrated to your collarbones.

"You hah have got to s-stop," he groaned again, flexing his hips, "f-ffucking around."

Your hands, free from his punishing grip, fumbled with his zipper. Pope shoved up against the tree harder, shucking his jeans in one go. You yelped before his hand jammed down your pants, finding the wet patch on your panties. A muffled whine was cut off by his lips while he dug his thumb into your soft, waiting heat.

A guttural purr rumbled out of his still-bloody lips, pressed against your temple. You buried your face shamefully in his neck as he thrust his fingers roughly into you, tearing blinding heat through your spine. You wailed and bucked, trying to urge him to slow down.

His thick digits were dragging against your puffy walls, spreading slick over his hand. Santi felt his eyes cross with the feeling of your wonderfully tight folds fluttering. He gritted his teeth and curled harder, wanting to see the tears threating to fall.

You gave him his wish, shuddering back against the branches as a sudden wave crashed into you, wetness gushing as your cunt sucked desperately at his fingers. He stopped moving and you screamed, wanting to ride it out with some semblance of comfort.

"Don't be greedy," he growled, ripping his soaking fingers from your hole. You whined and wriggled in his tight grip. Santi scowled and nipped your jaw, shoving down his boxers.

The cool evening air tickled, sending gooseflesh down his legs. He stammered a sigh, yanking your hips down over him. You choked at the intrusion, his girth tearing at your walls.

"S-slow down," you pleaded, pushing against his firm chest, "hurts-"

Santi cooed menacingly, thrusting up as hard as he could go. Tears cascaded down your flushed cheeks as he began a punishing pace, the scrape of your tender flesh against the rough floor was music to his ears.

"Hush," he whispered in your ear, groping at your chest, "just hush." You mewled and hiccupped, hips rolling against your will. Burning pleasure twirled up your core as he humped against your spongy center, stroking just there oh-

As he felt your walls pulse and tighten, Pope pulled away, stifling a moan at the loss. Your wet warmth was addicting - but watching you struggle was so much more satisfying. His eyes were heavy-lidded and drunk on the power, seeing your gaze shift from defiant to submissive.

"There we go," he breathed, reaching down to massage at your clit. You whined and leaned forwards, sucking his jaw into your mouth. "Feels better now that you listen, huh? See, see, you don't have to fight m-me ah ohffuck," he whined high and sharp when you yanked his hips forward into yours, crushing his cock between you.

Santi stumbled as you rutted hard, grinding against his weeping length. Stammering and swearing, he grappled for the upper hand, but you pressed him down firmly. Your shirt was rucked high, rosy nipples bouncing with every stroke. You refused to take him inside, face set as you chased a high.

He breathed hard, trying to stave off the rollicking pleasure singing through his veins.

"Stop," he growled, "S-stop, be gahhh," he howled when you reached down and squeezed his balls, making his thighs twitch and seize violently.

"Doesn't feel good, does it," you spat, eyes hazy and chest heaving. You looked desperately beautiful atop him, and Santi felt a strong surge coming through his length.

Your wet heat slid quickly against him, slick dripping onto his stomach. The smell of musk wafted up, adding to the tantalizing taste of you on his lips. Twigs and brambles dug into his back. Pope had stopped fighting, submitting entirely to your strong pace.

Short, stuttering whines lilted from your slack pout as you got closer. He grabbed your hips, grinding you hard on his needy tip. You sighed with pleasure and began rubbing your clit furiously, the rosy, stiff bud shining like a pearl in your velvety folds.

He was in heaven. You shuddered and moaned, folds fluttering and gushing hard over him. Santi bucked at the feeling of your climax, finishing quickly over his abs. You kept thrusting, pleasure overriding your mind.

"More," you breathed, digging your heels into the soft soil, "oh Santi please."

He couldn't deny that, though every nerve was screaming in overstimulation. You continued to wreck him on the jungle floor, simmering in lustful heat.

Later he crawled back to the Jeep, a half-conscious you slung over his shoulders. Fish and Will were waiting, but made no comment at your kiss-bitten neck and Santi's lust-blown eyes.

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[callhermyname]

you're not going | e.m. x reader - prologue

summary: you and Eddie meet for the first time (a few weeks before the start of s1);

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI!! mostly fluff, just a tiny bit of angst, reader is Dustin's cousin, mentions of absent father, postpartum depression, parents death, self-esteem issues, bullying (let me know if I missed anything).

a/n: HEY so this is my first fic ever so even if it's absolute garbage pls be nice to me😭 also sorry for any grammar mistakes english is not my first language. this is supposed to be the start of a s4 rewrite series, so if you want more please like this post, reblog and let me know what you think. hope u enjoy it!

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You've been living at aunt Claudia's since you were 14. After your mom died, you had nowhere else to go — you can't even remember the last time your dad was in the picture, so when your aunt took you in, you kinda felt thankful that you got to start over, have a fresh start in another town, away from your old life (that you hated). You were still grieving, but aunt Claudia was always very sweet and caring, and soon after you moved in you started to see Dustin as the little brother you never had. It felt a little weird at first — even though your mother did her best, she never really liked the situation you were both in. She never planned to have kids, at least not before graduating from college, especially if it meant being a single mom at such a young age, so you couldn't really blame her for drowning in postpartum depression after you were born until she passed away. So, when her older sister took you in, you didn't expect for her to be so different from your mom, so caring, so gentle, so loving, such a good mom for Dustin and now to you too. 

When you first got to Hawkins, you didn't really have any friends besides your 11 year old cousin. One of his friends had a sister about your age — Mike's sister, Nancy — but, although she was always nice to you, you never really quite hit it off. She was sweet, but you didn't have a lot in common and her friends could be really mean. Will's brother, Jonathan, was always very shy and quiet, never really made conversation and you were definitely not the kind of person to force social interaction with someone that obviously didn't care for it, so you just kept it to yourself for most of the first year you spent at Hawkins.

A couple of weeks before Will went missing, Nancy was picking Mike up at your place and invited you to a party at her boyfriend's house. Your aunt overheard the conversation and was very excited to see you were making friends, so you decided to go just so she wouldn't worry about you being an absolute loser. You were always quite self-conscious of your appearance so it took some time to pick out an outfit, but you finally settled for something comfy and not that flashy, but flattering: your best Queen shirt under your favorite jeans overalls and a flannel and your only pair of shoes — basic black chuck taylors.

It was late October and the air was chilly, wind blowing through your hair and cutting your face like tiny little blades as you rode your bike to Steve Harrington's house, hoping to god Nancy was already there so you wouldn't be alone and awkward. You could already hear the music from two blocks away, and when you got to the front door, Nancy was waiting for you with her friend Barb. You knew Barb from school, you took English together, but didn't really talk about anything not school related, but she seemed nice. 

"You made it! I was already getting worried you wouldn't show up" Nancy greeted you. "You know Barb, right?"

"Yeah, hey Barb" you agreed and Barb nodded. "Sorry it took me so long to get here, my bike has seen better days…"

"It's fine, don't worry. Let's get in, I'll show you around. You can leave your bike at the back of the garage, outside of the backyard fence."

You left your bike where Nancy told you to and followed her into the house as she showed you where the bathroom was, stumbling over people coming in and out of the house, up and down the stairs. The house was so crowded, it felt like people were coming out of the walls. When she led you to the back of the house, she sat down by the pool and introduced you to her boyfriend and his friends, who were around the pool. 

From the start, you felt out of place. Steve and his friends didn't know you, but you already knew them. It was ridiculous to you how those people had made fun of you more than once at school but did not remember your face when Nancy introduced you as her friend. Maybe because you weren't wearing your big squared glasses, or because you tried something different with your hair? It didn't really matter anyways. At least they were not making fun of you. Poor Barb wasn't so lucky — they gave her a really hard time, and Nancy was just completely powerless over the situation, too afraid to say anything to try and defend her friend. After an hour, Barb got fed up and left, leaving you alone with Nancy and those assholes who were absolutely wasted and wouldn't shut up about playing spin the bottle or truth or dare.

"Come on, what are you, twelve?" Steve protested, "We're not kids man, that's just boring."

"You're absolutely right Harrington. But, we could spice it up, ya know?" Tommy offered, trying to convince Steve to play the game "For every truth or dare you refuse to tell or do, you have to take a shot of tequila. What do you say, Harrington? Wanna get absolutely wasted?"

Next thing you know, you were excusing yourself to go to the bathroom while at least 10 people were gathering around forming a circle on the floor of Steve's backyard. You didn't really need to use the bathroom, you just needed to cool off a little before getting hammered — you were NOT about to tell any truths or do any dares around these people you barely knew. Before you could go back outside, you got yourself a glass of water in the kitchen. As you threw away the red plastic cup, now empty, you heard a conversation through the kitchen window that headed to the backyard.

"So, can we start the game already?"

"Wait, where's Wheeler's  friend?"

"Barb left like, half an hour ago, Carol" you heard Nancy reply.

"No, not the chubby one, the other one, the weird one with the ugly hair."

"I think she needed to use the bathroom…?"

"Oh my god do you think she's like, brushing her teeth or something? Thinking someone's gonna want to kiss her?" Carol laughed.

"We better not wait for her then, I do NOT want to spin the bottle and end up having to kiss that weird ass bitch!" Tommy said, getting a good laugh out of everyone.

Your eyes teared up as you backed away from the window, thinking about what to do. You thought you could just sneak out and go home, cry yourself to sleep, but then you remembered you had left your bike chained up by the backyard fence. There was no way you could get your bike without anyone noticing you sneaking out. Fuck, you knew you should've stayed home reading something or watching TV.

Since you couldn't go home without your bike, you decided to wait until everyone was back inside. It couldn't take that long, you thought, it was freezing out there. But you couldn't stay inside either. Not by yourself. So, you walked over to the front door and opened it, feeling the cold air hit your cheeks. You walked out of the house and into the woods beside the house, where you could still see the backyard, but would be out of sight, a little further from the backyard fence and hidden in the dark shadow of the trees that surrounded the Harrington's property. Once you were settled, seated on the ground, you bursted into tears. Hot, salty tears running through your face as you sobbed, hating everything about yourself, hating the fact that, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape the fact that you were always different. Not in an obvious way — you didn't have that much of a fashion sense that was bold enough to earn dirty looks from old ladies —, but sometimes you felt like you didn't feel things the same way other people did. You felt fragile, small, vulnerable, like you were exposed all the time. It made you feel like shit.

You were so quiet, you couldn't help but to jump out when you heard footsteps behind you and then something snapping, like someone had stepped on a branch or something. You turned around wide eyed, heart pounding, just to see a silhouette standing behind you, holding a little metal lunchbox. It was a boy, shaggy curly hair down to right below his earlobes, Iron Maiden shirt, leather jacket and denim vest, dark loose jeans and heavy black boots.

"Dude, what the fuck" you panted, trying to not look as spooked and jumpy as you were "where did you came from?"

"Shit, sorry" he said, trying to hold back his laughter "didn't mean to scare ya, normally i don't run by anyone when i take this shortcut, though it has been a while since i actually used this shortcut — see, i usually drive mostly everywhere, but i ran out of gas money for the month and i thought 'hey, i could actually use a little walk through the woods to cool my head off a little' so i just decided to- whoa, wait, are you crying? I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you like that!" he stopped his rambling when he noticed you were drying your tears with the sleeve of your jacket.

"No, it's not- really, i'm fine" you panicked, noticing he seemed a little hurt by your reaction "i was already crying before you- sorry, it wasn't you, i'm fine don't worry"

He walked over to you and sat down beside you, a concerned look on his face.

"I don't wanna be nosy or anything, I know you don't really know me" he started, you now realizing you did recognise him from school, how could you not? He's always drawing attention to himself "but you can talk to me if you want. I'm guessing you were at Harrington's party? Everyone down there sitting at that circle in the backyard is kinda known for being a pain in the ass"

"What gave it away?" you brushed off your tears, slightly smiling at his comment "Just didn't wanna play truth or dare with… you know, those guys. But it seems they were glad I didn't join them, so they wouldn't have to kiss me if someone decided to play spin the bottle" 

"Wait, what?" he seemed surprised "They told you that?"

"Not exactly" you explained "I was at the kitchen and overheard someone saying that outside, so i bailed"

"What are you still doing here then?- Oh, I'm Eddie, by the way." he introduced himself, shaking your hand as you introduced yourself.

You explained the whole situation to him and he offered to keep you company until you could get your bike back and go home. After an hour of nonsense conversation filled with Eddie's dramatic sense of humor, you actually got to know each other a little bit. He told you about his band and how he really liked Lord of the Rings and fantasy RPG.

"I'm not really a huge fan of fantasy books" you shared, causing him to gasp, as he was offended by your comment.

"How dare you? Are you not a huge fan of happiness too? Or maybe you hate puppies and ice cream?" he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "How can you not like the only way to escape this boring non-fictional world we are FORCED to live in?"

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I do like fiction. Just not... fantasy fiction."

"So what do you like then?"

"I really enjoy science fiction."

"What, like androids and shit?"

"No, not that kind of science fiction. I mean science fiction like... Clockwork Orange, or Flowers for Algernon."

"Oh so you're a nerd too!" he teased "I was almost buying all that 'not a nerd' act, but you're into Kubrick? That's so nerdy!"

"You do know Stanley Kubrick didn't write the book right?"

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

Once he started to talk about music, he just couldn't stop talking for a second. He told you about his band, and you felt as if he was the first person to ever understand your passion for music. After another 30 minutes or so of energetic conversation about how much you both liked 70s rock, he ended up telling you he only attended this kind of party to sell some weed and make a quick buck.

"Don't get me wrong, i fucking hate these people" he explained himself "but they ARE in fact my biggest costumers. Guess daddy's money might not be enough for them to feel loved, but it does buy whatever else they need to feel better about themselves. So, they always make sure I'm 'invited' to every party they want me to bring my little lunchbox to."

"Yeah, that makes sense i guess" you agreed, turning your head over to the backyard, people already heading inside due to the cold. You felt your heart sink, even though all you've been wanting was to take your bike and leave. You were actually really enjoying getting to talk to Eddie.

"Well, i guess this is it" he said, noticing as you watched everyone getting into the house "now you can go home and not listen to me and my rambling about whatever it is i was talking about. Hell, even i can't remember what the hell i was talking about most of the time" he laughed. 

"To be honest, it wasn't that bad" you laughed back "it was definitely better than spin the bottle!"

He chuckled, helping you get up and unchain your bike from the fence, giving you a dorky smile as you hopped up on your bike. 

"Well, I better get back to work huh? Got a lot of customers waiting on me" he gestured to the house as you secured your helmet under your chin.

"Yeah, I better get back home too. My aunt refuses to go to sleep until i get home safe, don't wanna keep her waiting"

"So, I guess I'll see you at school, huh?" he shifted at his feet and kicked the ground, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his vest.

"Yeah, if there's any seats left for another nerd at your table for lunch" you chuckled awkwardly, looking at your feet.

"For a pretty one like you? Always."

You exchanged an awkward look and smiled at each other again, and with that you followed your way back home, feeling hopeful about how the next few weeks would play out. You thought you had finally found someone you could trust and spend time with, someone who got you — a friend.

For the next week or so, you and Eddie hung out a lot. Finally, you had someone you could call a friend, and things seemed to be going not so bad for the first time in months. He would always save you a seat at the table at lunch and walk you to your classes, he would even give you a ride every once in a while, when his van was not running out of gas. It was something you could get used to — at least until a couple of weeks later, when you, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve ended up trauma bonding over setting a demogorgon on fire. After that, your life had (literally) turned upside down and you didn't hang out with Eddie that much anymore. As the years went by, you would hang out more with Steve and Robin once Nancy and Jonathan started dating. You would still talk to Eddie though, just... not like you talked to your other friends. They were the only ones who actually understood what you were going through, and — even though you missed his company — it would be selfish to tell Eddie everything and drag him into that nightmare. Until of course, the nightmare caught up to him.

[prince-liest]

I’m a sex-repulsed ace, and reading the latest chapter of 666 (as well as your analysis here on Tumblr) made me realize that I have been subconsciously thinking about MY OWN sexuality from an allo perspective? And that it has kinda been messing me up?? Like, ever since I learned that sexual attraction was actually a Thing and that it’s Important To People, I had been carrying around a fear of being deficient in some way and not being able to love to the same extent as allos. (1)

Even though I know logically that’s complete garbage and totally untrue, I felt left out of the loop because people seemed to care strongly about this thing I couldn’t even imagine. Whenever it looked like a relationship might happen I panicked for a reason that I couldn’t understand. But now I’m starting to realize that it’s because I was subconsciously terrified of an ‘ulterior motive’ behind the other person’s reasons for wanting to be with me. (2) That part of the reason they even cared was because of something I don’t experience. So thank you, because this realization just clicked into place while reading your work. The thing is, this way of thinking was just internalized in such a way that I didn’t even realize it was there until literally this week. And I think you’re right; one of the main reasons behind that is because I’ve always consumed media written from an allo perspective. (3) If ace/aros are shown at all, they’re depicted as “lacking” and their character development usually revolves around being “fixed” by the story. When I was ~10 years old my mom sometimes let me watch the Big Bang Theory with her (looking back, maybe not the best decision). Anyways, there was one episode deep into the series where Sheldon (who for the past nineish seasons was probably the closest thing to mainstream ace rep) has sex with his girlfriend for the first time. (4) Afterwards, he says something along the lines of “that was better than I thought it would be”, and it’s presented as a Very Good Thing and a big step in their relationship. I think a lifetime of stuff like that makes it very easy to internalize aphobia and feel like the lesser part of the relationship. Or to feel like the other partner is making a huge sacrifice to be with you. That got wayy too long, sorry. All that was just a lot of words to say that I appreciate you. Take care of yourself!(5)

The portrayal of asexuality that you see in media being almost exclusively as you described is very tedious to me because it presumes that something is inherently lacking in aro/aceness rather than that feeling of "lacking" being something that is induced by societal norms. Actually, one of the things that I find additionally alienating is that fandom spaces specifically have been getting better and better about ace characters - but got damn does fandom not jive with aromanticism. Like, a character doesn't want to fuck? That's becoming a liiiittle more fine, it's 2024, we stan consent. But not shipping someone romantically?? Not so easy, now.

I'm glad that my work has been something that resonated with you in this respect! Alastor cares a lot about his reputation as a demon but is pretty blatantly a person who could not possibly give less of a shit about being "wrong" for not being experiencing romantic or sexual attraction. The explanation Viv gave at one point for his own understanding of himself (that he thinks he's just "waiting for the right woman") actually stuck out to me a lot because it's a very "well, nothing is wrong with me for not feeling anything, it's the world that's failed to produce a suitable person" perspective.

But having that kind of confident perspective of your own rightness in the world is really not often portrayed in media, or even in fandom, which even ten years ago was still in the throes of standardizing "Oh, no! Me, gay? These feelings are so wrong!" style m/m content and is honestly not that far off from essentially that for aro/ace characters.

Anyway, all of that is to say that there's not yet much out there that doesn't frame allo/amatonormative values as the default that "even aro/ace people can (and should want to) achieve," and that it's really fun to write a fic that is unequivocally from the perspective of a character who is aroace and doesn't see it as even remotely a fault in himself. Does he have moments where he's a little confused and trying to process how things fit for him? Absolutely. But he just doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who thinks he owes romance to Vox of all people, hahaha. I've written him trying to conform to allo/amatonormativity more with Mimzy, because I think the social standards of their time could push him into it, but Vox? Absolutely not, he does not respect Vox enough for it to even enter his mind.

And then, on the other hand, writing it from an aroace perspective centers the way that romantic and sexual interest can feel like a betrayal of a good thing. With a character like Alastor, it frames romantic and sexual attraction the same alien way that we usually see aromanticism and asexuality framed as.

In the end, this is just one of a plethora of different experiences that aro/ace people can have, but it's one that I really wanted to see represented more, so I'm very happy to write it. I'm glad that you're enjoying it!

[tmntxthings]

一∑ Collection of Lies・゜・。

author’s note: it’s high time for something slightly fluffy, not all the way, but kinda sorta, at least not dead on heart-stomping angst right??? RIGHT???

warnings: crack, cursing, gaslighting, manipulation, slight angst, sprinkle of fluff, attempt at dry humor, unedited

word association: compulsive liars, denial, heartbreak, telephone-game, sarcasm, dramatic flair

song: “ 50 Ways to Die by Train ”

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When you thought the next couple of weeks were going to be rough. You didn’t think people were going to call you worried about fatal accidents. Not once did this happen. Not twice. An unreasonable amount of times did your friends call you up, texted you, or even barged into your humble abode to question your wellbeing.

It had been heartwarming at first. Cute afterwards. And quickly became annoying and overplayed later on.

You hadn’t been to the lair in a week. You were busy watching a show when Mikey called your phone that night. You answered on the second ring, before you could speak a word, Mikey could be heard wailing. So much so you had to bring the phone away from your ear. You put it on speaker instead.

“Mikey?!?” You shouted over his sobs.

“Y-y/n?!!???!!?” He sounded surprised that you had answered. “Is that really you???” He was all sniffles. “Uh, yeah, you called me!” You reminded him.

“But I thought you were in a plane crash!” He exasperated. You were stunned to say the least. “What???” Was all you could think of.

“You went to Tahiti or at least tried to! But the plane went down and you died!” Michelangelo expounded further, only furthering your confusion. “Mikey, none of those things happened. Who told you that??”

The line went silent for a moment.

A moment more.

“Hello???” You said into the receiver wondering if the call was still going.

“Still here! Hmm! Looks like I got some things mixed up, whoopsy! OH— gotta go Y/n it’s Hypno—“

And just like that the line was dead.

Now that last bit was nothing out of the usual. The turtles all seemed to be perfectly fine with calling you during odd times like fighting a villain.

What was not normal was the death assumption?!

Whatever!

…

The next day.

Donatello texted you.

[ Is it true that you got crushed in the back of a garbage truck? ]

[ .-. no. wtf? ]

[ Thought so. Thanks. ]

[ hey, you can’t just drop that bomb and dip! ]

[ donnie??? ]

[ akwkcjkwpifiowpwjdeppqoddjqk ]

He didn’t text you back until you had just dropped the topic completely.

But you’ll never guess what happened the day after that. April checked up on you! Visiting your apartment, when you had opened the door to greet her, her face instantly looked relieved! Like she was expecting the worse.

“Hey April?” Long into the visit you decided to ask what had been bugging you. “You didn’t hear anything weird like I’d died in a plane or garbage truck did you?” You were sure April had been asked weirder questions.

“No no nothing like that!” She assured. But her eyes darted away after holding contact for three seconds. Your eyes narrowed quickly. “But?” You threw out.

“…but I heard you fell into a pool of cement mix..”

Your eyebrows couldn’t raise any further. Conveniently. Too conveniently. A call buzzed April’s phone, saying it was her mom and she had to rush back home. She spoke over all your hurried questions and thrown out accusations.

This was getting fucking weird!

And Raph, the last person to check-up, had no hopes of getting out of your questions. Because when he landed on your fire escape. Tapping on your window. You didn’t say a peep until he got inside your room. And just as quickly as you let him in, you locked the windowsill. Now you knew Raph could easily break down the wall if he wanted to escape. But that was the thing, he hadn’t really wanted to. In fact he looked pretty torn up whenever you asked who had spread the rumor “that you had been eaten by a lion.”

A fucking. LION. Where in New York City would I—

“At the zoo!” Raph said tapping his index fingers together meekly.

“Raph, just tell me what I want to hear.”

You had a pretty good guess as to who was behind what now but you needed the affirmation that you weren’t just going batshit crazy.

“It’s…”

“Well…”

You wanted to pull out your hair!! He was being torturously slow. “Spit it out Raphala!”

“Ever since last week Leo’s been acting so weird! And every time we ask why you’re not hanging around or coming over he keeps giving us these weirdly detailed responses about…well how you died!” He says this in one big breath, like he couldn’t get it out fast enough.

You had clued in on it being Leo, but it was just too childish. All because you had broken up with him? He was going this far??

Raph watched as the gears in your head turned. As your expression grew harsher. He cleared his throat. “Ya know.. Raph thinks Leo’s pretty torn up about the whole thing. He won’t admit that you two broke up. He’ll say anything other than that.”

Oh boy had he. Raph thought it was helping to provide the list of lies Leo had fed them all this past week, ‘That you had:

Met a shark underwater,

Drowned in a hot tub,

Fried getting a suntan,

Struck by lightning,

Fell down a flight of stairs,

Caught in a mudslide,

Run over by a crappy minivan,

Danced to death at an east-side night club.’

By the time Raph noticed this wasn’t helping whatever case he was trying to build he coughed and went back on track. “What Raph is trying to say, is Leo’s in denial. Bad. What happened between you two?? If you don’t mind Raph asking..”

You sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. “It’s for his own good Raph, a case of the right person, wrong time.” Your eyes were set in stone on that one. Raph nodded in understanding. “A-and I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings so I was pretty honest.. maybe brutally..”

You rubbed the back of your neck. You hadn’t wanted to give him any hope. As mean as that sounded. If he wanted a chance in the future with you, then he needed to seriously focus on himself for now. At least that’s what you had thought. Leo obviously didn’t agree. You smiled at his pranks now. Rolling your eyes at the drama of it all.

“I don’t want there to be any hard feelings Raph, especially between all of you.. Mikey, Donnie, April.. you guys are my friends!”

Raph gave you a soft smile. Nodding. “And you’re ours. He just needs more time. The lies were pretty unbelievable to begin with but ya know, we had to check just in case!” He gave you a teasing wink before standing and going over to the window. He unlocked it and you watched from your seat.

“Tell him, he’s being ridiculous!” You called as Raph gingerly maneuvered out of your window.

“Oh he knows that already.” Raph assured.

You got up, racing to the window to watch Raph take off to the building next door. “Tell him… he’ll be okay.” It was spoken low, but you knew Raph heard it as he jumped from your building to the next.

You closed the window. Locking it.

Wondering how many more ways you would die.

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。・゜・。{ Leo’s POV }。・゜・。

He heard fractions of words.

His heart was paralyzed.

“…Meant to be…It’s me not you….For your own good…”

Words from your lips.

Hurting him. Stinging his heart and pride.

Whatever. He didn’t care. It’s cool.

How could you leave him??? The two of you were perfect! It was meant to be! You wanted space??? Fine! He’d go on like this never had happened in the first place.

So when his brothers asked where you were? Since ya know the two of you had been attached at the hip for so long! He lied. Lied recklessly. Lied habitually. Lied in detail with intensive background. He didn’t care as long as it meant he didn’t have to say the words “broken up.”

He’d never ever admit to that.

“Huh? Y/n? Oh she took a trip to the Sahara, Desert and dried up! Yeah just poof sand!”

Okay maybe they weren’t the best lies ever created. But it got the job done. It spelled out, “don’t ask.” And yet all his brothers kept doing was just that. Like they were expecting him to finally say something different.

Like he was going to say how disappointed he was. Not even in you. But in himself. For not changing, not seeing the signs, not doing enough before it was too late and now the consequences were at his shell.

Leo sighed, flipping a page of a Jupiter Jim comic without even really reading it. He wasn’t good at goodbyes. You knew that. Surely you knew this was how it would be. What was worse, Leo still wanted you. Wished for you to be back already. Missed you. He still had some of your things too! But until you saw the error you drastically made, or he somehow lost his big old ego! Things were at a standstill and he surely wouldn’t quit lying…

Until he ran out of them. That and ways to say ‘die.’

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for throwing out expired food from the family fridge?

I (17F) live with my dad (54M) and my mom (53F), but my mom works out of the country a lot. My dad is normal and seems to have a sense of shame(? for lack of a better word) when my mom's at home, but when she's working abroad, sometimes for months at a time, my dad kinda spirals. Necessary background is I'm also mildly immunocompromised.

When mom's home, he never does weird stuff, but once she's been gone for about 3 weeks, he starts getting weird.

He does things like cut mold chunks out of (soft) cheese and then put it back in the fridge, and once full on tried to convince me that so called 'live foods' like yogurt and kefir and tofu don't expire because 'they're already fermented' and putting expiration dates on them is either (when he's being more normal) a technicality/regulation or (when he's being weirder) a lie by Big Grocery™ to sell more food (for those who aren't familiar, live foods are fermented in specific ways with very specific bacteria, after they expire they go bad with things like mold just like any other food).

I've tried ignoring it and just not eating it, but it was making the other food in the fridge go bad faster and my dad started getting food poisoning symptoms, also my dad wouldn't buy new food if there was an expired one still in the fridge. Also, with things like the cheese, when he puts it back, I risk eating moldy food without realising it cuz there's no way to tell a mold chunk was cut out until I bite it and taste mold alos on multiple occasions, I've said I tasted mold in something and my dad has lied saying he didn't do this, only for me to see the moldy cheese trimmings in the garbage later when I'm throwing something away.

I've talked with my dad about this and it always goes something like this:

My dad: *drinks a pintglass of expired newman's own lemonaid*

*15 minutes later*

Dad: *coming back from the bathroom* I just had explosive diarrhea.

Me: You know how you drank a glass of expired lemona—

Dad: And it's delicious!

Me: Well, I'm just worried it's making you sick...

My dad: *5 minute rant about Big Grocery™*

Anyway, I started just throwing out the expired stuff, but he'd take it out of the garbage, even when there was something nasty on it, like used coffee grounds or 12 hour old egg shells dripping salmonella-y egg. So I started opening the containers of expired food and spilling them into the garbage bag (they're hefty bags, so it's not making a mess in the can) and sometimes I'd put a handfull of (clean/unused) cat litter into the bag too if it was something like bad produce (think limp carrots or slimey lettuce) so he couldn't just rince it and put it back.

Then I cleaned the fridge with bleach spray and now things aren't going moldy as fast and we have so much more room in there (I didn't get rid of anything but expired food, I wiped non-expired containers off with the bleach spray and put them back), also, my dad's stomach problems have stopped.

I still don't think I did anything wrong, since I know my mom would have done this the second she came home and my dad wouldn't have objected, but since I did it, he yelled at me for wasting money, called me a stooge to Big Grocery™ and compared me to his brother, who thinks leftovers go bad in the time it takes to drive home.

What are these acronyms?

[smokersbaby]

Smoker eats an aphrodisiac fruit

Request's text -> Captain Smoker gets hit by an aphrodisiac devil fruit but it takes awhile to take effect. But when it does let's just say breeding kink + degradation kink. 😩 This man has been my fever dream ever since he showed up in Loguetown. And post time skip Smoker? Now that's a fine piece of man. But yeah if I could request that for his bday and if you could leave my name out please? 👉👈

Thank you for your request! It was a bit difficult for me to write about degradation kink but I tried so I hope you enjoy it anyway even if it's not as much as you requested! This prompt was sooo good, I'm glad you requested me the aphrodisiac fruit since I've read fanfics about it but never with Smoker! This is the third and last fanfic about "Smoker's birthday event" I hope you enjoyed this little event!

Characters: Smoker TW: not proofread (hickeys, receiving oral sex, choking, praising kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, no protection used, creampie) Words count: 1,5k MINORS DNI

Gardening was a new thing to you, but you decided to give it a chance when you heard someone talking about a special fruit with an aphrodisiac effect: a strange man at the fruit and vegetables market sold you some seeds, he defined the fruit that should have grown from them having an "aphrodisiac" effect, so you decided to give those seeds a try. It's not like you and Smoker needed a boost on intimate moments, not at all, but you wanted to see if what you were told was true about this kind of fruit. One day, eventually, after weeks of cures towards the little plants, the fruits were grown and ready to be eaten: they looked like tomatoes, with a red and yellow fuzzy peel, and they seemed kinda juicy tough. The moment to harvest them had finally come. As you bring the fruits into the kitchen, you spot Smoker sitting at the dinner table, reading the marine's report. He greets you with a head movement, eyes fixed on the paper and mind concentrated on the daily news. You lean towards the sink to wash away the dirt from the fruits and to make them ready to eat. Little blueish leaves were still attached to the stem of the plant, you separate the fruits from it as you throw away the unedible parts. "What's that, love?" he asks you suddenly. You turn towards him, his brown eyes were now full of curiosity and fixed on you and the fuzzy fruits you were holding in your hands. Useless to say that you didn't want him to know what the effect of the fruit was, since you didn't want to conditionate his behaviour or to give him a chance to refuse to eat one. "It's a new kind of tomato I've found at the market, do you want to taste one?" you reply while handing him one fruit. "Sure…" he grabs one and starts squeezing it a little "It's softer than an actual tomato" Smoker seems quite hesitant but eventually bites it. You didn't waste a second to ask him how it tasted and if he was feeling different from the habit. His gaze showed a little bit of concern as you say so. "It's like an ordinary tomato. W-why should I feel different?" he questions. "No, it's nothing…" your face shows a bit of disappointment. Smoker grabs his marine's papers and starts reading again as if nothing happened. Maybe it needed more time to have its effect on him…? You decided to wait a little bit longer, staying in the kitchen and minding your own business, but controlling his behaviour changes now and then. He manages also to eat the whole fruit but after twenty… thirty minutes you notice nothing different about him. You lose all your hopes as an hour pass. Probably it was just a bizarre but normal fruit without any kind of power. And you got scammed: you've paid a lot for that seeds. The fruits you cleaned were still in the sink, you were red with anger and decided to throw them away in the garbage. You pick up all the fruits and bend over to the trash ready to throw out them. But something suddenly stops you from doing that. Your head turns slightly as you feel something grabbing your waist while you were bent over the can. Smoker was standing right behind you, his large hands on the dips of your waist and his hips rubbing against your butt. "S-Smoker…" you try to say, but he puts two of his fingers in your mouth to let you wet them.

This is happening so fast that you can't help but follow every move of his and satisfy his desires. Your tongue whirls around his two fingers, he pulls them out a second later just to stick his hand in your pants, pumping two fingers inside your core without hesitation as you are still completely dressed. A growling moan escapes your mouth, now you can feel his bulge against your butt as he fucks you with his thick fingers. "What did you do to me, love?" he whispers in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers of excitement all along your body. There's no need to reply to him since he acts so fast pulling down your trousers and panties and making you lay face down on the cold kitchen counter, your waist bent perfectly at his hips height. His face is now at your butt's height, Smoker wastes no time and starts eating you out while pounding again his fingers deep inside of you. His tongue manages to caress your slit so heavenly as if he's starving to make you cum all over his face. "You taste so good" he moans against your core as he sucks your cunt with his lips and tongue. His fingers curl inside of you reaching spots you never know you had and that makes you archer your back, losing your mind in pleasure. He pulls away from you for barely a second as you hear him unbelt his trousers and trowing every clothes he had on the ground. The tip of his cock rubs against your dripping slit, he places his hands over your waist and leans closer to you to whisper something in your ear. "Now, be a good girl and take it all for me" he sounds like he's praising you. In just one move Smoker trusts his thick cock inside your cunt, making it stretch heavenly to let him fuck you just as he desires.

You can't help but moan as you feel his length buried so deep inside of you, your gummy walls clenching around his cock as if you are begging for more. He feels how much you desire him at that moment. "My little slut… begging for my cock" he whispers with a grin on his face. Your eyes widen as you hear Smoker saying that, he has never said those things to you, the fruit affected him for sure. Hearing him saying such smutty things to you makes your body tremble in excitement, tough. You never expected to like such things. He grabs your butt and spanks it a little while trusting his length so slow and deep that makes you want to move your hips against his to let him fuck you faster. "You want more my little slut? Do you want me to breed you?" he says almost chuckling feeling you move your butt to feel him more. You can't say anything but moan in agreement, you'd let Smoker do anything as he's so wild right now. He leans his face closer to yours, you turn your head slightly thinking he's about to kiss you, but his lips start to lick and bite your neck to let you know how involved he is. His hand grabs softly your neck to choke you just right: that thing made you feel more excited than ever. His trusts become faster and faster, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix as if he wants to breed you with the biggest load he has. But Smoker is not selfish, even though he has lost his mind and has become like a wild animal due to the aphrodisiac fruit. His other hand goes down between your legs and starts to rub your clit in a circular motion while continuing to pound his thick cock as deep as he can. His breath becomes heavier, and you feel it against your neck since he won't stop biting it as he claims you as his. "S-smoker… I can't hold it anymore" you whisper to him as if you are praying for him not to hold back. "Beg for it," he says mercilessly with a grin, telling you to ask him what you want. "I beg you, Smoker, breed me" you beg him with a lewd voice. The way you asked him made something snap in Smoker's head, as he pulls you closer to him trusting his cock inside of your cunt without taking a breath and continuing rubbing your clit, ready to fill you up whole. You can't resist anymore, the way he touches you and fucks you so heavenly made your orgasm approach so suddenly that you almost didn't have time to tell him. Your moans and the way your gummy walls clenched around his length spoke for you, Smoker feels that you are cumming all over his cock and can't hold back his climax too. "Let me breed you now…" he growls against your ear as he releases probably the biggest load in his whole life inside of you. There's so much of it that starts leaking from the sides even without pulling out his cock. You can feel him pant after cumming inside of you. "Good girl… such a good girl" he whispers as he's still buried deep inside of you. You turn your head slightly to give him a wet kiss. After a couple of minutes of making out so sweetly, you try to move away thinking that moment was over. "Where are you going? I'm not done breeding you yet" he says with a deep voice pulling you closer to him, his cock has become hard-rock again. Smoker is ready to fuck the life out of you one more time. The effects of the aphrodisiac fruit would have lasted a long time.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 37 - Um???

So. That happened? UM??!?

On AO3.

Jesus fucking christ fucking lord holy fuck oh god oh god. You lost your whole mind.

You’d felt so small and weak. Had scrubbed at your skin with your nails in that ice-fuck stream until your nails started to hurt.

Then remembered the mushrooms growing outta Astarion’s arm and what if them spores just drift along in the air down here?

You got practice crying silently. All y’all farmstead kids learned it quick. You never grew outta it. Not camped out on Sasha’s couch, not in the group home she helped you find, not even when her organization helped you find a closet of a studio apartment with two garbage bags full of dollar store supplies they all pitched in to help you with. The walls in that place had been so thin, and drawing attention is always, always bad. Nothing chums the water better than audible crying.

But Astarion got fucking elf vampire ears. And he heard you anyway. Brought over a too-tight shirt that rolled up your belly to make a fucked up crop top straining at the seams. And then he gave you armor.

He’d been right there. Hadn’t made fun of you, or even acknowledged it (thank fuck). Just quietly helped you lace up (and you ain’t gonna think about how stupid you look in this, still bursting out along the edges).

On the inside, you was stripped down to nothing. Felt like somebody split you open and scooped out your insides with a rusty fucking spoon. And you remembered him leaning in, and he’s been after you for weeks and weeks and you just…you wanted to feel something that wasn’t small and pitiful.

It ain’t nothing like your first kiss. With him. All caught up in your own head back then, full of panic and shame and trying to analyze everything and figure out what you was supposed to be doing.

This…is nice. His skin is warmer than the cave air. Probably because his breath smells metallic. You don’t let yourself think too hard about that. He’s right there. Fills all your senses. Scent of blood, yeah, and that weird basement smell. But also that perfume or hair oil, and that bright, kinda spiciness you inhale deep into your lungs (maybe if you can suck down enough of that, the molecules can replace the sad, whimpering molecules you’re naturally made out of).

Then you ain’t getting enough air. Everything goes haywire. Your lips seem to buzz and your whole face goes sensitive, almost ticklish.

When his fingertips brush your cheek, a bone-deep shudder runs from the top of your head all the way down to your pinkie toes. Takes a major detour along the way to slam between your legs.

Jesus fuck. No wonder people get stupid about this. It’s like…like…crack cocaine, is what it is. You want to grab him and haul him to you. Run your hands over his face and bury your fingers in his hair (jesus, it looks soft). Want to mash your face to his and breathe him all the way in and you ain’t even tongue kissing this time.

He came back. He ran a goddamn birdshark into that camp from god knows where and he saved your ass and gave you armor. Now he’s kissing you and you can’t fucking breathe.

Then he pulls you closer and your thoughts turn to mashed fucking potatoes. All of the shit, the hurt, the humiliation; all of it gets buried under the onslaught of dopamine and good god almighty, his lips is soft and you could try tongue. That would be fine, and then he does that and you’re actually throbbing in your nethers and does that make you easy, oh who the fuck cares—

He breaks off. You stand there, blinking stupidly at him.

“Sorry,” you say reflexively. For touching him? For breathing on him? For daring to insert your presence into his awareness? You don’t even know.

He only smiles, all soft, and his fingers brush your hair and your skin almost bursts into flames. “No sorry.”

He stays like that for a long moment, fingers of his other hand still knotted through the lacing of your armor. It’s long enough you lean back to get a better look at his face.

He releases you. Blinks. Looks to the lizard and says something ending with “Move this way, darling.”

Because them drow ain’t gonna let you off after stealing their stupid crystal coordinates and their reptilian pony. Astarion helps this thought by nudging your mind: the burst of green light that hit you. Hadn’t hurt, and you thought it was a magic misfire. But he saw the X shimmer above you. It’s a tracking spell.

He helps you climb back up. There’s a bit more room now that he ditched his man-sized capri-sun. You ain’t sure what to think of that, so you bury it for now. Y’all gotta go.

He seats himself right behind you, this time. You do your best to shove down the instinctive flinch (y’all just had your lips on each other and you can still fucking taste the man).

Then you take up the reins, give the lizard a heal nudge (they’re trained like horses, interesting) and off y’all go.

Two steps in, and Astarion’s hand taps the front of your armor.

May I, he wonders.

Oh. Right.

That’s like, protocol for riding double (without a man getting drained to death between you). People ride like that on motorcycles.

“Ye-aw,” you say. It comes out more accented than you intend.

Your face could still light a match, you reckon. Kinda glad he’s behind you, so he can’t see that. Then his arm snakes around your waist, just enough to secure himself, and your ears go hot.

Jesus fucking lord, you are so screwed.

***

You come to at the thin, warbling wail in the distance. Almost launch yourself right outta the saddle. But the arm around your waist tightens and holds you down. Astarion eases up the second you take a deep breath.

“Far, far over there,” he says, by way of drawing out the “over” part of the verb that makes up that phrase. Over the group chat (now a private chat, because you can feel the others in the distance but don’t want that kind of audience now) he adds that drow outpace a walking lizard when they run, but the lizard vastly outpaces drow when it runs. Y’all put some good distance between y’all at that initial retreat.

Then he moves, and you realize he had both arms around you, and you was full on slouched against him. Dozing mouth open, judging from how dry your tongue is.

Good lord.

Your bladder gives you a good out. He hops off and helps you slide down (the last time you rode a horse was as a kid, until the Pastor received word from the lord that it diminished the feminine delicacy girls were born to exemplify).

The insides of your thighs is sore. Gonna start chafing, especially in a fucking skirt. You’d like to waddle far enough away Astarion can’t hear you relieve yourself, but that horn still warbles in the distance, and that stupid man can hear a pulse at a hundred feet.

You make it quick. Don’t got no rags to wipe yourself down, and you’re gonna burn this fucking skirt the second you find some goddamn pants.

Then you have to walk back to Astarion, the both of you knowing all of that, and climb back up and pretend everything is peachy keen.

He still loops both arms around you. Keeps his grip loose enough even as you nudge the lizard into a bizarre, alligator shuffle.

Are…are you a couple now? You don’t know the protocol on this between humans from your own culture, let alone Middle fucking Narnia with vampire elves. Maybe his folk don’t got a concept of, like, going steady. Or maybe Astarion (and his dozens of lovers) just aren’t into all that.

What if this was a mistake? You read it all wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time (though usually you’re in the other seat). It was adrenaline and nerves and the come down from, like, trauma. That makes people do weird shit. Like kiss a man. Like kiss a murder hobo of a goblin man who knew you all of a week before he tried to have sex with you.

He’s just…what did he call it? Having fun. Can’t mean much to him.

Right?

You’d be an idiot to think a kiss meant anything. Children do that to each other, even on the farmstead.

Shit, you don’t even know what it could mean. What you’d want out of it. If you’d want out of it.

(He came back for you.)

Y’all depend on each other down here. It’s group survival.

(He said he would leave you, but he came back with a birdshark and got you out.)

Survival bonding. Hardwired instinct to form a group when scared. That’s what let humans survive all kinds of disasters.

(He singled out that drow who hurt you without you saying a damn thing. And he killed Charbroil all slow, too.)

That’s sociopath behavior. Cat behavior, actually, which is about the same thing (and you like cats). The man is interested in not dying again, and getting some tail—

“Darling,” he says. Holy god his voice is right in your ear.

You really hope he doesn’t notice the quiver that shoots down your spine. But he probably did, because 1. That is precisely your luck and 2. He’s right against your back.

How is he having that effect on you?

(You’ve been feeling it the whole time, huh.)

No, you have not. You would have noticed.

(Been building like water trickling out under a dam. A drip, drip, drip eroding soil, excavating a cavern, hollowing the earth.)

No. He’s funny and fucked up and interesting, but you meet plenty of people, especially recently, that meet that criteria.

(Weakening the ground until it finally gives and the whole thing collapses in on itself and swallows a house whole. That’s you, babygirl.)

“Fuck off,” you say.

And finally notice the bottle Astarion wiggles at you, next to your head. It’s almost the same color as a healing potion, but in a slightly larger container and with a deeper hue.

“Sorry, what?” you say.

“Drink this,” Astarion says.

Y’all should save it—

“Darling. Drink.” He ain’t gonna hear talk about saving just now. You’re still recovering, and you both need to get to safety.

The bones of your hands still ache. The beds of your nails tingle in a way that makes you think of tissue decay and nail beds blackening and falling off.

You sigh and slam it back. Let Astarion take the bottle from you (and shout when he tosses it over his shoulder). But you ain’t gonna turn around to get it. And it does soothe the tingling. Brings warmth back to the pads of your fingers.

So you sigh and settle in. Nudge the lizard into a run. This time, Astarion clings to you. Tucks his face against the back of your neck and his breath fans over you (goosebumps sweep up your arms and down your chest) and you try to tell yourself it’s just to make y’all more aerodynamic.

[grav3yardbb92]

NEIGHBORLY- NEIGHBOR!JOEL X F!READER

Warnings: mentions of abuse (not explicit), cheating (not by reader), I think that's all, please bring any others to my attention.

so this idea just came to me, then kinda got away from me, please let me know if it doesn't make sense.

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You hear about it all the time, how love comes in strange packages. Sometimes, it's the guy that your sister hooked you up with, who inevitably turns out to be an abusive drunk. Sometimes, it's the cute guy pouring drinks at the local bar, who eventually became a cheat. Then, just when you are about to give up on finding THE one, you find it.

Sometimes, it's your next-door neighbor, sure he may be older than you, he may be a little grumpy around all but a few people, but you just so happen to be one of those few.

It started as innocent as ever, your sink had been broken for several weeks, so after your boyfriend gave several broken promises of fixing it, you settled on asking your neighbor. You had met Joel a few times, at the neighborhood barbeque, in the local bar, at the market. You two had even spoken, he welcomed you to the neighborhood, after you moved as far away from your abusive ex as you could. Other neighbors had mentioned that he was sort of the local handyman, pipes, electrical, car trouble, he could fix it quick and easy. So, you figured it won't hurt to ask.

You had a whole speech written up it your head, but once you laid your eyes on him, freshly showered, in only a pair of sweatpants, which looked awfully good on him, you lost all train of thought.

"Something I can help you with, sweetheart?"

Once you could breathe again and you realized that you were staring, you cleared your throat, before stammering out the basic details of your situation.

"of course, sugar, just let me get tools and I'll meet you over there,"

Weeks past, you see him almost every day, taking out his garbage as you head to work, washing his truck as you work in your garden, slight waves and a simple "good morning" shared between the two of you. His southern draw, echoing through your head. Every "sweetheart", "sugar", "darlin'" and "peach" leaving you blushing and sometimes a little dizzy.

Then, your car overheated on your way home from work, your boyfriend, who always seemed to be too busy for you these days, wasn't answering his phone. You called two other friends, who were busy with their own lives and couldn't pick you up. Just as you decided that four miles really isn't that far, the universe throws a curveball, and the clouds let out a downpour. Umbrella, purse and keys in hand, you set for home, getting drenched from the wind and rain.

Two miles down and you are shuddering from the cold, when you hear a horn. You continue walking, griping your keys between your fingers and holding your useless umbrella for dear life. The honking continues, getting louder as the vehicle pulls up beside you, you let out a sigh of relief as you recognize Joel's blue pickup. You stop as he rolls down the window.

"Get in, sweetheart"

You hesitate for only a minute worried about the truck's interior, but decide that he is well aware of your soaked clothing, and offered anyways, so you hop in. As he drives you home, you explain the problem with your car, and he promises to give it a look over in the morning.

Then came the day you never saw coming. You decided that today would be the day you make the next move in your relationship with your boyfriend. You swap shifts with a coworker, make a nice dinner and pack it up to surprise your boyfriend at his house. The surprise was for you though, as you open the door with the spare key, juggling the delicious, hot meal you made, you find him on his living room couch, a half-naked girl in his lap.

Every emotion crashes down on you all at once, sadness, anger, frustration. For a second, you consider throwing the glass dishes a his head, instead, you let out a scream, hot tears pouring down your face. How could he?

Another thing you hear all the time, "it's not what it looks like", that's right, it's much worse, turns out tonight wasn't the first time, not even the second, he threw away your love months ago and never bothered to tell you. So now, with a cold dish of food in your car and tears soaking your cheeks, you sit on Joel's porch steps, head in your hands, wondering what it is you did wrong.

"whatcha, doin' out here darlin'?"

His question startles you; you hadn't heard his truck pull up. You look away and wipe the fresh tears from your face, before putting on your best fake smile.

"Just wanted to see my favorite neighbor." you answer as nonchalantly as you can manage, but your eyes betray your smile, releasing a new wave of salty tears.

"Uh huh. if that's the case why're you crying, honey" He answers, walking up the porch and offering his hand to pull you up on your feet.

"I just... I can't be alone right now" apparently that answer is satisfactory enough, as he unlocks the door and gestures for you to enter.

"wanna talk about it sweetheart? I am all ears."

[sashaisready]

Chapter Twenty-Four - Yeah, idiot

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

Warnings: Sexual references, references to panic attacks, tooth rotting fluff

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 25 Series Masterlist

Steve had been entertaining you with stories from the past. You'd been screeching with laughter as he told you about what he and Bucky got up to as kids in Brooklyn, terrorising the local bullies and getting up to mischief. Steve was apparently a scrawny, sickly kid and didn't fill out until much later in life, so Bucky kept an eye out for him. You saw a lot of yourself in Steve's memories of Bucky - a headstrong kid jumping into fights he couldn't always win just to help his friend.

You were happy to learn more about Bucky's past, but also grateful for the distraction to keep your mind occupied and not be left to think about last night.

"Seems like we're having fun in here" came a gruff voice from behind you.

Bucky had walked into the kitchen. Dressed impeccably as always in a perfectly tailored navy suit. You felt a short flurry of butterflies in your stomach upon seeing him again, his eyes sparkling as they landed on you.

"Hey Buck" you greet him shyly.

He smiles and approaches you, giving you a kiss on the cheek. Then he carefully inspects the cut on your face, moving your head gently with his hand.

"This seems to be healing alright but I might ask Banner to check it out to be sure it won't scar - he has some medical training".

"I think it looks kinda cool" you retort.

Steve and Bucky exchange amused looks.

"Did we eat?" Bucky asks.

"We did" replies Steve. "Greedy over here was like a garbage disposal with those eggs".

"Hey!" You squeak at his teasing.

Bucky smiles. "Good. Glad to hear it". He paused to pull out his phone and stare thoughtfully at the screen.

"Thanks Steve" he continues. "Can you go find Sam and have him fill you in on this morning".

Steve nods, flinging his jacket on and heading for the door. "Nice hanging with you, cupcake".

"Thanks for breakfast, Stevie".

He shoots you a mock salute and a big grin and disappears out of the kitchen. Bucky moves to the kitchen island, pulling up a chair next to you.

"...Cupcake? Stevie?" He questions, the tiniest hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Mm. We hit it off. Do you know if he's single?" You wink.

Bucky rolls his eyes. "Don't do that..."

"What?" You ask innocently.

He smirks back at you before becoming more serious. "So, how are you feeling? Honestly?"

You squirm in your seat a little and grip your coffee cup. "Fine. A bit tired. But fine".

He cocks his head at you and it's clear he's not buying it.

"...I mean I did have a panic attack in the shower" you relent. "But other than that..."

Bucky smiles at you sympathetically, kissing your temple as his arm protectively finds your waist. You lean back into him, savouring his touch.

"And how about you? How did it go with your men?" You ask.

He grimaces. "Everyone is a bit shaken up, of course. But okay. They're pleased we got you out and didn't lose anyone from our side – a few injures and scrapes but that's all. We've got some guys on the road making sure we didn't miss anyone from HYDRA and I'm making progress on finding the rat".

You nod. He says it all so casually but it spooks you slightly as you consider the implications for those two things. It's not likely to be a friendly chat for anyone involved.

You look at the time on your phone, it's early afternoon now. You start to mentally make a list of all the things you need to do - call Wanda, clean your apartment, think about what you'll be making at the bakery this week...

"I should probably head out" you tell him. "I need to rest up for work tomorrow".

"Obviously you aren't going to work tomorrow" he scoffs.

You frown. "What do you mean? I'm back on the schedule for tomorrow".

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "After everything you've been through? You can't just pretend everything is normal, Doll. You need to rest. Just stay here a few days, let yourself recover. You don't want to have a panic attack while you're with customers". His tone is light but there's a real scolding beneath it.

"Oh c'mon Bucky" you huff. "I'm not a weak little sick person who needs you and your men taking shifts to babysit me..."

"I didn't said you were..." Bucky warns.

"Well you had one guarding me last night and one cooking for me this morning. It's sweet but not necessary. You can't keep me locked up in your house forever".

Bucky turns to you, clearly furious. "You're not locked up. Why do you have to fight me on everything, Doll? It's exhausting. Can't you just relax and let me take care of you for a few days?"

"I don't need to be taken care of...." You fire back, aware of how petulant you sound.

"I know that!! I'm painfully aware. Hell, the first thing you did when I found you was hit me across the face...I'm very aware that you can look after yourself. I just want to..."

He's practically shouting now, you can see the fire in his eyes as he tries to keep himself calm. He gets out of his chair and paces aimlessly through the kitchen.

"Why do you even care so much?" You yell back at him as you get to your feet.

"Is all this just because you feel guilty? Are you trying to absolve yourself or something?" You spit.

"No idiot, it's because I'm in love with you!" He yells.

The word hangs thickly in the air as you both stand in silence. Your mouth has fallen open in surprise and your eyes are wide. He's turned away from you, clearly embarrassed that it managed to escape from him.

"You are...?" You ask. Your voice is much softer now, any annoyance extinguished by his accidental declaration.

"Yeah" he admits begrudgingly as he looks at the floor tiles.

You approach him cautiously, taking him by the shoulders and spinning him to face you. He doesn't meet your eye but you take a second to drink in his beauty, practically vibrating as you take his face in your hands.

"I love you too, Buck".

His eyes shoot up to yours, his face softening into an expression of relief and joy. "Yeah?" He asks.

"Yeah, idiot" you grin.

*

You and Bucky had gone another round in the kitchen after both dropping the L bomb. He'd kissed you hard against the sink and before you knew it you were bent over the counter screaming his name. Funny how life goes.

You had relented and agreed not to work tomorrow. That second orgasm may have made you a bit more agreeable. You knew he was right, but didn't want to admit that to his face. The fact was you weren't feeling yourself and were anxious about having another panic attack while at work, and you knew it was too soon.

As luck would have it Pepper actually called you rather than the other way around. Tony had filled her in after Bucky had asked him for help and she was just so relieved you were okay. She was surprised to hear you were involved with James Barnes (but then so were you...) although she trusted your judgement – and was pretty impressed with his philanthropy. She suggested you had a week off to rest and recover, she'd hired that new assistant baker anyway so would have her start early. She told you they'd miss your expert eye but they'd make it work, and you feeling more like yourself was the most important thing. It was a relief for you, one less thing to think about.

Bucky had gone back to work while you called Wanda and filled her in. She was aghast, horrified and extremely worried to hear about what happened with HYDRA but like Pepper was mainly just relieved you were okay. She was surprised about your date with Peter but admitted he sounded like he'd be fun to hang out with one day. She was more surprised about your update on Bucky, but not too surprised, as she pointed out she had essentially watched the two of you fall in love over in front of her over the last few months. She was nervous about your adjacency to his business though, and the risk that posed to you (as HYDRA had proved).

You had responded that you were nervous too, but trusted Bucky to keep you safe. You didn't have all the answers right now, and of course you had your doubts too, but this felt right to you and you needed to explore it. Wanda trusted you, she just wanted you to be happy. You'd agreed to meet up with her this week as she wouldn't see you at work.

The next few days passed in a blur. You had moved from the guest room to Bucky's room, stopping at your apartment briefly to pick up some clean clothes and toiletries. Bucky had asked that you spent the next few days at his place just so you were close by and he could keep an eye on you. It initially made you feel antsy but you'd agreed under the condition you were free to come and go throughout the day which he accepted. You didn't want to be under house arrest. Compromise seemed to be the way forward.

He worked a lot in the daytime so you were left to your own devices. You hadn't been away from the bakery for this long in a while so it was nice to catch up on your reading, take baths (that copper bathtub was as good as you'd imagined), let your body and mind heal. You sometimes played cards with Scott or Mario Kart with Thor which always made you laugh. You made yourself at home, quickly becoming part of the furniture. Bucky would come and check on you when things were quiet, a constant game of hide and seek as he'd try and figure out which corner of the huge house you were in.

You had been texting Peter and made plans to go for a drink as friends with Wanda, and he was going to bring Drax and Rocket too. Bucky wasn't super keen on joining the party himself for obvious reasons, but wanted you to have fun.

Your panic attacks crept up on you and were debilitating in the moment, but you were getting better at coping with them and when Bucky was around he'd help you through and soothe you until you calmed down again. You'd have nightmares too, so Bucky insisted on sleeping close every night so he could be there when you needed him.

You mostly saw Bucky in the evenings, he always ringfenced dinner with you as 'your time' and made sure work was cut off for then. He would order take out or you took turns cooking and you'd chat and drink wine. Sometimes Steve or Sam would join, or even others if Bucky was feeling generous. He didn't go into too much detail about his work and you knew not to ask. Sometimes you'd squabble like old times, but it felt domestic and comfortable now – not constant one-upmanship and game playing. You had started to accept that Bucky just infuriated you and that was a fact, but you loved him all the same.

One afternoon you had commandeered the kitchen to make cupcakes. It had been days since you'd baked anything and you were itching to have a wooden spoon back in your hand. You'd made a grocery store run and returned laden with ingredients, bags straining with the weight of your haul. It must've been a strange sight to see Bucky's men part at the entrance of the well-known mob boss' house to allow the safe passage of edible glitter and pink cake cases.

It was instantly therapeutic. Mixing, stirring, pouring. You didn't even need measuring equipment as you knew the recipe like the back of your hand. You flipped on the radio and sang unselfconsciously along to the songs. It was a beautiful ballet lead by your hands, you glided around the kitchen and savoured the expanse of the space. You even whipped up some brownies once you get in the zone. You couldn't believe how much more like yourself you felt.

Some of the men popped their heads in once they smell the unusual aroma coming from the kitchen, shocked to find baking going on. You gladly send them on their way with brownies and before you know it you were out and making a new batch. Steve came and chatted with you, leaning on the counter with a brownie and a coffee as you laughed and put the cupcakes in the oven. It felt good to be baking and feeding people again, this is what you do.

Later, you're deep in concentration finishing the frosting when an unexpected visitor arrives in the kitchen.

"It's much easier to track you down when you make the kitchen smell this good, Doll" Bucky growls in your ear as his arms wrap around your waist.

You flinch violently and nearly drop the cupcake you're holding when you notice he's there. There's a flash of panic in his eyes when he realises what he's done.

"Oh fuck, Doll I'm sorry – I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that" he pleads.

You smile warmly at him, he knows you're still jumpy. You lean back into him and stroke his cheek affectionately.

"You're fine" you whisper soothingly before he gives you a quick kiss.

"You keeping my men fed, huh?" he asks.

"Mmm. It was meant to be just a few brownies and cupcakes but it snowballed somewhat..." you mutter as you look at the endless racks of cakes cooling.

Your eyes move to the mess of mixing bowls and spoons next to the polished finished product and you grimace.

"Sorry Buck I know I've made a mess...I'll clean it up..." you tell him anxiously.

You move to the sink to start cleaning but he holds you tightly. "C'mon Doll, you know that I don't get upset over stuff like that".

He presses a kiss to your temple as you smile and enjoy the feeling of his body on yours.

"Hit me" he tells you.

You break of a piece of brownie and feed it to him. He moans with pleasure and closes his eyes.

"Yep. You've still got it" he says with a mouthful.

"I gotta say..." he begins as he swallows down the last bite. "When I came in I could see how happy you were, just in your element doin' your thing. I love to see you like that".

You turn into him and beam, pushing your head into his shoulder.

"It's my favourite place to be...Well, one of them at least..." you wink and look at him lewdly.

He grins back. "Don't tempt me Doll..."

He pulls you flush against him and moves his mouth to your ear.

"And I also love seeing you like this because it reminds me of when we met" he purrs. "All covered in flour, teasing me in those overalls..."

You giggle, kissing him softly as his hands travel along the curve of your waist.

"Wait...you didn't try the cupcakes..." you interrupt.

You slide away from him and lean over to grab a finished one from the rack. You break a bit off in your hand and move to feed it to him like you did with the brownie.

He smiles and parts his lips in readiness but at the last second you smash the rest of the cupcake into his face, frosting first. It covers the entirety of his nose and top lip in a glaze of thick pink frosting and for a moment he can only stare at you in horror.

Your amused grin drops when you see his eyes darken.

"Oh...I see" he says calmly as he reaches for a paper towel.

"Bucky...I'm sorry...it was a joke..." you tell him softly, your attempt to be solemn immediately overshadowed by the threat of a smirk as you watch the frosting slide down his chin.

"Imagine how dead you are?" he sighs mildly.

You go to run but he's too fast for you, he has you pinned to the kitchen tiles by his metal arm before you can even make it a few feet. You shriek as he straddles you, fruitlessly trying to push him off as you giggle helplessly.

He manages to pull the frosting bowl off the counter and mashes his flesh hand into it, rubbing big streaks of it in your hair and across your face as you squeal. He leans over and kisses you amongst the mess.

You could get used to life with him if it's like this. You understand him better now, you know how to communicate and compromise. And you're never going to be fully on board with his work. But that's alright. There are some things you just won't talk about. Maybe in time you will have the capacity for more, when your panic attacks have faded and your nightmares are occasional blips rather than nightly occurrences.

For now you will enjoy your time with him, unpeeling his layers and learning more about who he is, who you are when you're together.

He's flawed, but so are you. You find a way together.

And that's what love is.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay it’s been like a week i think that’s a decent amount of recovery time, I think i’ve about worked through it, I think i’ve pieced myself together at least a LITTLE

SO, lets get this show back on the road, maybe i’ll get more than one episode in this time WE’LL SEE

WHATISUPEVERYBODY WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER KNOX REACTS POST WITH A LOT CAPS LOCK AND A LOT OF KEYSMASHES, ITS GREAT TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN, LETS GET STARTED

Spoilers for Monkie Kid season 5 episode 2 ahead

MMMMMMMMM OKAY SOOOO THIS ONE’S CALLED COLLAR THE KIIING.GOSH. WONDER WHAT TAHT COULD BE ABOUT. [looks at trailer] [looks at camera]

okay, listen, i got mixed feelings about using the circlet again, I mean, I dunno what it is, might be something pretty different, but the OG circlet was kinda like… as much as i like use it for angsty purposes, it was a big part of Sun Wukong’s journey. Bro had very little self-control, was quick to violence, you could say—what’s the word…. —allegorically??-wise it was kind of something to give him a reason to hold back. After he no longer needs that, he’s completed his journey, that circlet, disappears. Because he has that self control now, he’s ascended to buddahood or however you say it. (To my understanding at least.) So whipping it out as a way to snipe the OP character—I dunno man. I feel like something different could’ve been done. Especially since, to my knowledge, that kind of… will-bending thing is reserved for Guanyin to give out, rather than, some random guy. Like you can’t just dish those out willy nilly. Who gave him that? Bro we haven’t even started the episode save me hG;LKAJWEF I just think maybe they don’t know what to do with a character as OP as Sun Wukong sometimes, they do everything they can to snipe him, so he can’t do anything, and it makes him feel pretty useless. But like?? They seem to have no problem with Mk because bro as some pretty world-shattering looking powers at this point, and they ain’t sniped him yet, aside from his crippling anxiety and terror and all that.

… I dunno. We thinking. I PROMISED NOT TO TRY AND FILTER MY THOUGHTS SO Y’ALL ARE GETTING THE WILD UNFILTERED GARBAGE IN MY HEAD AT YOUR REQUEST SO GODSPEED HGL;KSDAFJAOWEF

Also, about the last ep, before I press play. I still think, Pigsy was off. Voice acting and writing. Like, is it character development to slowly erase a characters personality aside from how they care about another character? I don’t know! You tell me! I’m only one episode in! This’ll probably changed i don’t want to look like too much of an idiot so we’re going to get started! LEGOOO

The theme song still hurts me. They just.. REALLY like their tilted angles. Like SO much. Like… i just need to watch this with my head tilted to the side. It’s really bad. Listen, I’m all for a tilted angle here and there for some impact, but almost every new piece of that rigged/puppet animation in the theme song is all tilted in the same direction. It’s tripping me up, and I honestly don’t really like looking at it. GUYYYYSSSSS I’M TRYING HERE I’M REALLY TRYING |;A;/

OOOO HELLO VOICE ACTOR

BRO HAS A NICE VOICE. WHO IS THIS? I DON’T KNOW ANYONES NAMES HAHA

Okay, I will say, I do have one positive thing to say about this new animation and that is that they like, the backgrounds are still pretty decent. Like, they’re definitely missing the flair Flying Bark had, but they aren’t too far off. I will say tho, okay, I forgot to put a disclaimer I’ll add that later, but for now we’ll say a little something here. I realized after watching the first episode of this season, that the reason I fell in love with Monkie Kid, is because I fell in love with Flying Bark and their energy and their love for what they create. Even if this new studio pours they souls into this new season, I don’t think i can ever care about it the way i cared about the first four, because the reason I fell in love with it, is no longer here, the soul of it has changed, even if the writers stay the same. Like, we’ve had the writers change a bit once before, but the soul of the show stayed the same cause Flying Bark stayed the same. Now, that’s not the cause but ONCE AGAIN THOUGH, IT IS TOO EARLY TO REALLY TELL, this is just my thoughts right at this moment. Bro i haven’t even reacted to the episode i’m just uNLOADING NONSENSE I’M SO SORRYIGNS;DLFKAMWEF

MOVING ON GENTS SKIP AHEAD SKIP AHEAD

Y’know good call, it is pretty funny that these three monkeys always seem to be in the middle of trouble. Not to bring up HP but like, it does remind me of a scene I remember distantly watching with the whole “why is it always you three?” Little funny

OKay

OKAY

INAHLES.

Another tilted angle, hi buddy, has anyone counted these? We should count, just for comedic purposes—

I do think like… I’m so sorry, I’m so used to hearing what I want to hear while watching these, so when they’re falling, and I see Mk, I expected to hear him like, yelling but we only get that once he like… hits the ground. I do like the landing noises. Woof i’m hyper analyzing all this sound design now that i know the sound design people changed or whatever. Wowza. We in unfamiliar territory booooiiiis.

YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME SAD?? YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES ME SAD— wow i’m 47 seconds in and i’ve paused like forty seven timeslKMGOAWEF— ITS THAT I’LL NEVER SEE MONKEY KING’S REAL HYPED UP BITS IN FLYING BARK’S ANIMATION. I’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEE WHAT HE CAN REALLY DO WHEN HE’S NOT HOLDING BACK WAILS. LIKE THAT SMOKE BEGON MOVEMENT? This is hard guys, i am such a visual person, I am strugglingggggg HG;LKAJFWEF I WANNA LIKE IT, I REALLY DO, I’M STRUGGLING

Okay yeah reaction right uuhhhh undersworld kings!! ten of em right? HEYYY GUYYSSSSS HOW’SA GOING, I CANT’ BELEIVE WE GET THE TAKEN TO COURT EPISODE, JUST IN THE UNDERWORLD INSTEAD OF IN THE CELESTIAL REALM RIP GKS;LJAFAMWEF

helpHELPGN;LSKDFA;OWEFIM HELP?? KAY KAY HOL UP

CACKLES

CAKCKLES SO LOUDLY

So

So either

writing error

or

listen, how did Mk know he was in bed… unless he was awake… when Pigsy carried him… upstairs… I’M JUST SAYING FOLKS, I’M JUST SAYING, HOW DID HE KNOW? HE SUPPOISEDLY FELL ASLEEP MID-NOODLE-EATING, HE DOESN’T KNOW HE’S IN BED, COULD HE HEAR THAT WHOLE ILY SON BIT?

If I close my eyes this aint’ so bad— CRIES WAILS I’M FINE

Anyway, point is, i’m saying Mk was in fact awake during all that. He just decided to pretend to be sleeping so Pigsy would carry him or something CACKLES

ONLY STRIKE WHEN YOU’RE ASLEEP—HELPGMLKASFMSDF Y’know I still think SWK in fact drunk himself to an early death still, silly little head canon, rather than falling asleep bro just was like alright folks i’m an alcoholic wdym you can’t take me down there i’m alive— whew its hot, there is a HEATWAVE HERE, AND smoke so we fine we fine AHEM ANYWAYS

SO

SO WHAT I’M HEARING

IS MK’S SLEEP-DEPRIVATION, KEPT THESE GUYS FROM CALLING

HAHAHAHA

Also wow, Macaque talks like he wouldn’t be deathly afraid of these guys. Isn’t this the same dude that was willing to turn on humanity for the Lady Bone Demon if it meant not dying again???? ??? ??? But he’s gonna get huffy with the underworld kings????? Bro

Swk is a fashionista real Cool robes so true

Okay cool monkeys are

in court

WHEEZEKLMGOAIEWFM

OH

OH

OH OH

KAY

LISTEN

I HEARD SOMEBODY

DRAGGING THEIR SSS’S

HELLO

I HEARD THAT

I KNOW HWAT YOU ARE

I KNOW WHAT THIS

THAT MY FRIEND IS SOMEBODY

THE VIBE IS DIFFERENT

ARE YOU ARE SCROLL STEALLING FELLA IS THE QUESTION

I might be out to lunch on this I’m just thinking about that medusa haired bird snake lion turtle creature thing and I’m thinking one of these guys, is that guy. Jusssssayin

Anyway wow I gotta go back and process words now

Okay

Cycle

….Right

Cool

Cccccycle

Yeah

squints

That aint’ sus at aaall

hmmm Harbrrriingggerrrr

Also wait yeah, speaking of the pillars of the universe or whatever HA I NEED TO WATCH THESE BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE ONCE AGAIN STARTED TO REBLOG MY POSTS WITH SPOILERS IN THE TAGS, I SAW A CONFIRMATION ABOUT PILLARS OF THE UNVIERSE SO IG I WAS RIGHT ON THAT

THEORY TIME BEFORE WE CONTINUE LETS GO

MK DESTROYS THE PILLARS OF THE UNIVERSE BABYYYYY

UM

OOOO OR HE’S MEANT TO

HAHA

Could you imagine

Y’know my bros and I had a theory about Mk being made as like, a way to take down monkey king, the entire universe is just the next step of that theory ig haha MOVING ONNNN BBYYYY

Okay

OKay i laughed a little

i still think some of the dialogue sounds awkward, i don’t know what it is. Um Sean still giving his best performance here tho thanks bro we love and appreciate you. I did laugh because it is funny they re-summoned him. I do find it interesting that no one seems afraid of Sun Wukong. Like…. they make all these references to stuff he’s done, but no one really respects him, or vies him as an actual threat? I mean well, clearly they do if they gonna slap a circlet on him. But its like… bro ripped his way out of here last time, and y’all are gonna??? Not be nervous?? I dunno. Monkie Kid really likes to take sun wukongs backstory and kinda… giiiiive a lot of his motivation to other people so he’s just… acting for others rather than for himself, if that makes sense??? Like with Azure, they had Monkey King being manipulated into attacking heaven, rather than his pride getting a kick and him wanting respect and all that and y’know prideful hours. Among other things. Like I get this is a kids show but man he feels watered down at some points, he really is just a silly goofy guy in this version, who everyone thinks is out to get them, but they don’t fear or respect him. …its weird. I dunno. Its a weird way to do it, Iv’e been thinking about that for a while, but its really apparent to me right now, perhaps because i’m not distracted by GOD TIER animation. Who knows.

Y’all i am having TOO MANY THOUGHTS

Moving on I got a backlog of nonsense this is just dump for all my thoughts godspeed to anyone who doesn’t hate my guts and my takes by the end of this LOL

We love swk looking smug about every crime he’s ever committed. I do like that they let him keep that at least. So he did that on his own yayyyy

Similar crime huh? Funky

Scroll of memory was stolen

-_- y’know at least they got one thing very right from jttw, absolutely BOGUS accusations from the celestials against monkey king 24/7

SOMEBODY GET MK OUT OF HEREMGS;ONWAIOEFM

Its a dream so he get the suit

Monke y c o p c o u rt ro o om a d d i t i o n i cannot you guysGN;LKAWEFM;AFE

Macaque’s face when mk asks fort the charges is comical yeah

Swk looks about ready to go back to dreaming about peaches

Sniffs

“yOuR aCtiOnS” shut your mouth king guy clearly you’ve never stepped foot outside in your fancy pants robe go touch grass

“we should leave” YEAH GERAT IDEAKLMGOIFAWEF

okay so this is the part where they slap the circlet on then cause they gotta stop swk from bodying his way out

sighs

SIGHS

well on the bright side, monkey king angst real ig

I’m Stil having a \REALLY hard time looking at this new style my brain is dying, ITS NOT CAUSE ITS BAD ITS JUST CAUSE ITS NOT THE KIND OF STUFF I LIKE, ITS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I LIKE EXCEPT I CAN’T BLOCK THE TAG ON TUMBLR BECAUSE THIS IS THE SHOW NOW [face in hands bro] So happy for everyone who’s totally unphased by this change but mAN this feels so different to me feels like coming home and someone moved into your house and replaced all your furniture and yeah its the same house but its not—

K

face in hands bro

YEAH CUASE THE MONKEY KING IS JUST GOING TO STAND THEIR LISTENING TO THIS GUY INSTEAD OF MAKING A DOOR WHEN HE SAYS HE’S GOING TO, LIKE

Y’know what i liked about flying bark? THE FACT THEY DIDN’T DO THISKLGMAOSI;FMAEW I’m so sorry guys I got gourmet animation and now i’ve got regular food it just is not the same and I am struggling to adjust because i miss flying bark. I didn’t have points where iw as like wow, they really just stand there and listen to this instead of taking action, but this is all standing and listening and no taking action which i guess could save on animation budget but BOY do i suffer for it I DON’T LIKE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENSSSSSS

I may be overlydramtic about this, its okay just hit me with a bunch of pool noodles guys i’m fine—

Y’know with the amount of time these take me to watch i really am probably only gonna be able to do like one a day n;LKGMASF

So

I pressed play

“We have brought a power even greater than yours”

and then i was so deadpan because i was like here we go circlet time (sidetone, the colours i don’t like something about them, I don’t like it, its off, its not pretty) and then Nezha pops out and i literally went

“WHAT?”

HELP?? WHAT??

“HAHHAH THIS is your big scary?”

sniffs

Okay fr the dialogue is off

its very off

whats going on guys

whats happening

is this cause the writers are being rushed?

bro i dunno

I might be losing my mind

oh heyyyy it’s Nezha’s daaaaad

Also what.

Tell me WHY (aint’ nothing but a mistake—) Nezha is here, when he kNOWS these guys were not responcible and DID IN FACT HELP SAVE ?? STUFF?? HE WAS THERE??????? I’m questioning… some decisions…..

nEZHY GH;LASKFJASDF

Okay

THE WAY I LAUGHED

Li jing I don’t actually know how to spell his name

IS NOT THAT POWERFUL

BRO??

JTTW

??? HAVE YOU READ IT??

MONKEY KING KICKED HIS BUTT??

HE WENT CRYING??? TO THE JADE EMPORER???

my hand is over my face

I cannot

why

tell me why (ain’t nothing but a mistake—) monkey king seems nervous

like

the pagoda thing is that what its called? the building that was used to snatch and hold people prisoner i remember a version of a jttw show has them snatch all his monkeys in it and use it to blackmail him into surrendering, i can see what that thing might be a problem but LI JING???

Sneezes

I laughed

again

they made

him the

I’m fine we’re just gonna move on

Well—

Okay well actually he can be replaced. that’s his…. whole thing. He… he gets replaced… eventually… and the cycle goes on. That….Am i remembering that wrong? Y’all i might just be out of date with my lore memory here i

sniffs

I don’t like him

go away Li Jing—

Oooooooooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiii need to get over the animation. It is NOT like i have mad skills its HARD to do, i need to just get over it, but monkey king pointed and that finger is so pointy what happened i’m so

its fine

I’m fine

They’re so severe

OBJECTION

WE’RE GUITLY UNTIL PROVEN INNOCENT

Ohhhhhhhh so they went

.

you can’t see my face rn but i sure a making one

so they went, he’s boss man now… so he can… do that….

sniffs

I dunno man

circlet was form of like… not to say that pain is a good… thing to do, but like… its the only language that monkey king knew how to speak when he was trapped under the mountain and at the beginning of the journey. “this is wrong” “HA SO?” “okay well, if you do this you feel pain” “okaywaitwaitwait—“ like… it was a form of mercy (hence Guanyin) because otherwise, he would’ve gotten thrown under the mountain cause he hadn’t “chilled out enough.” So… I dunno. Like wildly misused by triptiaka but i doubt Guanyin gave this one to Li Jing because its not about bettering its about collaring and leashing. I dunno duuuuuuude. Angst is spicy but like…. I’m having a TIME here HGLK;SADFJASFD

Once again

You’re telling me

MACAQUE

would realize whats happening

before monkey king

you think

monkey king

wouldn’t know IMMEDEATLY

what that guy is talking about

AND DIP

INSTANTLY

to get away from that

like

.

not like bro was tied down he really is just standing there waiting for that thing to be slapped on

This is something

it sure something

I WANNA ENJOY THE CHARACTER MOMENTS BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS GETTING TO ME I NEED TO LIKE WATCH IT AGAIN IN ORDER TO APPRECIATE WHATS HAPPENING OR SOMETHING RAA It’s fine, its fine, I’ll probably process around episode five and be fine and move on. i hope. probably

ALSO WAHT YOU CAN JUST?? SLAP THAT ON FROM A DISTANCE?? MONKEY KING HAD TO PUT THAT ON HIMSELF IN JTTW—

I need to let jttw go a bit if i’m gonna make it through this season;LKGMAW;EF THIS IS SEASON 4 ALL OVER AGAIN WITH SOME OF THISGLKS;DF

Okay, maybe i am stalling a little bit because i know there’s going to be screaming and that is gonna be WILD

well there might not be we’ll see

“aww macaque was running up to stop it—“ yeah i love that we get only macaque reacting and not the guy who’s literally gonna be experiencing intense pain, and we see NONE of his horror we see macaque instead.

….

as a monkey king fan this upsets me— NG;KLAWMEF;A

LISTEN I’M GLAD MACAQUE FANS ARE EATING

I AM STARVING

it’s fine, if i saw monkey king making horrified expressions i’d probably just start missing flying bark its FIIINE

WE’RE ONLY THREE MINUTES IN SAVE ME I’M CRYING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES TAKE ME AWAY FROM HEEEEEREEEEE

LISTEN I WILL TRY AND BE MORE POSITIVE MAYBE AFTER THE INITAL REACTIONS AND ONCE I’VE PROCESSED MAYBE

WOUGH

okay time for screaming probably

.

you know what i’m gonna try

i’m gonna try watching with my eyes closed

and see if that makes a difference for how i feel about this

just for like a few seconds

just gonna try

beaST WATCH YOUR MOUTH LI JINGOHHHHH WOW YEAH SCREAMING WOW

wwwwoah

Sean went wild there okay hey man wow i can see why he was being all wow this seasons wild guys wow

sniffs

cool beans

me two years ago would be FEASTIN on this angst

maybe i’ll be feasting again once this all converts to flying bark png hGLK;ASJDF

watching again with visuals

. . . . i don’t wanna sound mean. like fr. they worked really hard, they have a totally unrealistic set of deadlines to meet when making this show cause lego is STUPID but like… i liked it better with my eyes closed. Like, seeing the visuals, I aint’ feeling it. IT DOESN’T FIIIIIIIT THE EXPRESSIONS DONT’ FIT THE SOUNNNNDDDSSSSSSSS RAAAAAAAAAAAHGHDFLKJSDFJJF FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

Listen I appreciated Flying Bark SO MUCH while it was animating Rise and Monkie kid. I gushed about them to anyone who would listen, i made an ENTIRE YOUTUBE CHANNEL JUST SO I COULD POST AMVS ABOUT THEIR ANIMATION, I APPRECIATED THEM TO HECK AND BACK. And i STILL feel like i should have cherished them more while i had em because this is just…. like every other kids show that you see when you slap on the tv on a treehouse channel or something actually i’ve seen ones i like more u h hhhh like again, i’m not saying its bAD, i’m just saying i don’t like it. Not my vibe

Y’know i feel a little bad cause i know i’ma be disappointing some of y’all by not like… being like OHHH DANNG BRO WAHT WHAT WHAT?? CIRCLET WHAT?? MONKEY?AUGHAUGHAA?? cause like that’s what i should be doing?? THATS HOW I SHOULD BE REACTING??? This change is like effecting me more than i expected ig dang

Alright sorry guys, half of this “reaction” is just me working through my stages of grief WHEEZEKLMG;LAKSDFMASDF

MOVING ON

alright mk monkey up and get em outta here

Also why not just circlet all of them to be safe? like realistically—

au where— nah i’m kidding

OH YEA MONKEY UP KID sniffs

SNIFFS

SCREAMS

i’m fine

holding hands and being reassuring despite being in immense pain to comfort Mk? HA

I’M FINE

I gotta say though, I don’t feel Mk’s panic…. I’M SO SORRY FOR THIS BUT COULD YOU IMAGINE??? IF FLYING BARK HAD DONE THIS???? WE SAW THE LADY BONE DEMON EPS THIS WOULD HAVE LIKE DESTROYED ME

<— having a moment

WE’RE FINE

OKAY

continue

I do appreciate, Monkey King’s absolute dedication to Mk, it’s interesting. I think the dynamic is interesting. Mk is just…. incredibly dedicated to monkey king, and monkey king is INCREDIBLY dedicated back. Only seems to care about how Mk’s doing. He just wants to make sure he’s okay. And that’s great. It actually works a lot better on Monkey king than it does on Pigsy. Like it feels like everyone is VERY suddenly touchy and like… the mentor father figures are hugs and gentle touches and carrying upstairs, and i dunno its throwing me off a little. With PIgsy specifically. Lost his gruffness i miss that part of him a lot. I miss pigsy guys. Fr tho i do think it fits the monkey a bit better, even if howwww…. long the touches are is new and feels p sudden

[scratches neck] dunno. we got mixed emotions here today folks!

Mk calming down immediately

OH SO NOW HE SAYS SOME—

-_-

y’know i don’t know if i like this.

bro came in looking like he knew exactly what was gonna happen, says absolutely nothing. And then gasps BELATEDLY after the circlet is on—its just… the pacing is all over the place, the characters reactions are delayed its yanking me out of the… like i CANT’ GET INVESTED WHEN ITS SO JARRING?? like bro they—HUIH????

its fine

whatever, gotta let us know Nezha ain’t the bad guy or whatever i get it

only four minutes in monkie kid gods save me

okay i laughed out loud

THEY JUST SLAPPED THEM IN A BOX

AHAHAHAHAHA

THERE’S CHAINS HANGING

AND THEY DONT’ EVEN USE EM

ouughhfffff i can’t look at that for too long it is OOOOFF

oooooooOOUGGGH THIS IS A CHOICE

tighter???

rubs face

HUH????

I ain’t feeling it foooolks

bro should be having a panic attack i’ma be reaaaal, like, play dumb, lighten the mood, we know he does thiisss BUT “i really really didn’t want to wear one of these again” feels like bro is just wearing an uncomfortable “i’m stupid” hat

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO I GET ALL THE PUNISHEMNT AND YOU GET TO MOPENGLKASMFAOWEFM

Hey how did i predict this conversation but more emotional? y’all should go check out the comic pebs made of that THIS WHY PEOPLE KEPT REBLOGGING THAT WHILE TAGGING IT AS SEASON 5 SPOILERS OH MY GODSGN;MLASFAWNGF;OIAWMEFSAFE

I’m blessed by Apollo y’all i’m blessed

suitably distracted now

okay this is a weird arguement now

no kay it

I’ve had to re-listen to this exchange like four times to understand it mAYBE IM JUST SLOW NOW?? Macaque and Wukong’s arguments are really……….. interestingly worded??? i dunno, i’m having a hard time processing them n all that

love how mk just goes right back to trying to get it off and wukong doesn’t even react G;LKAMWEF

GOES AT IT WITH THE STAFFG;ASLKDFMAWEF

oh hey wassup nezha

Mk appreciates Nezha thinks he’s so cool, get ready to be disappointed in the dude— /j/j/j

TENSE IN HERELGKMSFOAIWEFM

It’s not that tense, also why is it tense?

Y’all should have heard the sound i just made while making strangling motions with my hands

MK FEELS OFF WHY ISNT’ HE LIKE… MK-ING Y’KNOW WHAT I MEAN?? he feels like he’s just avoiding rather than… IS IT WEIRD I FEEL LIKE A LOT OF THE PERSONALITIES ARE MISSING?? WHATS GOING ON??? Its’ the same writers whats going on DO I REALLY NEED EXPRESSIONS TO UNDERSTAND AND CONNECT TO CHARACTERS THAT BADLY??

Save me y’all

Oohhhhhhhh

Y’know

girl bringing mic closer to face meme thing yeah that was me looking at the bits of hair getting swept out nice move mr the king ily

I do love Nezha dropping by i think its great

Monkey King making fun of him as always we love to see it, Nezha reacting and totally missing whats going on again, we love to see it, bro keeps getting beaten by monkey kings hair BG;LKAMWEF HAHAHA

DEMOTED LOSERRRRR

okay

okay i made a little OOAWWWWWWWW sound that’s actually super cute bUT ALSO WDYM YOU’VE LISTENED TO MONKEY KING EXPLAIN THINGS BEFORE AND ITW AS FINE—

Kay listen, I do appreciate the family bits in this, but it also feels like they’re forgetting about a lot of development that has happened, so they can go LOOK HOW MUCH OF MK’S DADS PIGSY AND TANG ARE ISN’T IT CUTE? and i’m like… brother…. brooooooo my duuuuuuuude it is but can you do that without… blehOKAY ANYWAY

MOVING ON BEFORE WE GO ON ANOTHER TANGENT I’VEB EEN HERE FOR A LONG TIME ALREADYGNASLKFMSDFM

tellin us about the pillar explaining it, appreciate that thanks, hhhhhhhhoooold up so like… someone’s trying to destroy the pillarrrr…. and they need…. mk? to do it? maybe? I dunno man we just spitballing here

SEAN SOUNDS SO DIFFERENT HELPGMKL;DAMFASDF

huh

that’s funny

while they’re explaining the story or whatever there’s a mortal that has me’s haircut but with a bun

.

haha

i’m sure that’s just me

and not indicative of any mk being a being who has existed before around the same time that something was broken haha NOOOOO

yeah yeah i know this story mended the pillar cool stuff

WHHHHAOOOOh what why does he sound like that? WHY IS HIS VOICE SUDDENLY SO HIGH MACAQUE????? MAC?? Is this the sound design again? I am so thrown by so many things right now save meee

Sure is suspicious

Nezha never has any idea whats going on when Mk or wukong are in the room

Macaque is used to shenanigans by now he grew up with the great sage

Mk being chaos incarnate and not just ADHD sure is funny

is this an allegory for neaurodivergency— /j/j/j/j

oop another tilted angle hey its almost been three minutes!!!

….y’know how i always used to just get this ray of sunshine from mk like just, absolute positivity and goodness? I ain’t getting that no more the vibes are LOST

and a pain crown on’s head THAT’S NOT BEST FRIEND STUFFKMSLDF

AHAHAH HE GOT EM

HE GOT HIM

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I’M A CLONEGLKMSAF;OAWEMF YESSSSSS

CACKLES

AHAHA DOUBLE TAPPED DOUBLEELKMG;OIFMAWE

DOUBEL GOT

GOTTEM TWICE

what did that remind me ofOH THOR AND LOKI

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA

hey that’s fun

The way Nezha has watched these guys fight tooth and nail to save the world and still wants to slap em back in jail is hilarious to me

Also this feels like a fake out villain season now

like PSYCH YOU THOUGHT NEZHA’S DAD WAS THE BIG BAD?

WELL I GOT NEWS FOR YOU ITS NOT HIM

just because of that bit Mk said n all that making me squint

ALSO THAT DUDE THAT WAS DRAGGING HIS SSS’S I’M TELLING YOU ITS THAT GUY WE ALREDY KNOW ONE OF THE UNDERWORLD KINGS IS SKETCHY

Jailbreak kid hours

Okay i will say i loved Nezha’s VA yelling Wukong its a great vibe he’s doing amazing

Y’know i just can’t sometimes with these celestials

i love monkey king laughing joyously while spears are being thrown at him i think that’s very wukong

oh hey they did a team up move that looked like what Lupin keeps describing in the battle team up moments with them all the time stares

this guy thinks he’s the main characterKLMG;AWEF

CACKLES

I SUPPORT ALL OF MONKEY KINGS CRIMES

HE SHOVES THEM BOTH OFF THE SIDE OF HEAVEN

OKAY SANDY SOUNDS WRONG TOO

HE SOUNDS WRONG TOO GUYS IT CAN’T JUST BE ME

Sorry Sandy nothings’ built to last around these monkeys

Macaques scarf over his face i think its funny how fast we went from actual threat macaque to introvert hiding in a scarf macaquehG;LAKJWER

Okay a little bit of snappy pigsy there but ONCE AGAIN HE SOUNDS WRONG, okay so the like… yeah probably the sound design or something they’re missing something in their voices i dunno what it is but its driving me nuts it feels like they changed all the voice actors but Sean’s sometimes

….Y’know it really feels like they’re just trying to force discord between monkey king and macaque with no reason and with like… no actual emotional argument buildup?? its just yeah monkey king gets mad at him this fast and macaque mouths of constantly. this from the guy who followed them around for the samadhi fire like, I dunno man

“what if we really are chaos”

that was far too specific a line to not mean anything down the line what now are they gonna snatch chaos and hit people with it ?

SNORTS

Okay i’ma be honest y’all so far it feels like macaque is the main character of the season because we keep getting shots of his reactions to things happening and like nobody elses this feels like the macaque show rather than the monkie kid crew show

Pigsy finds out his son has become a criminal ;LKGMAW;OEFIMF

TIME TO FIX oh dont’ do me like tat bro don’t show me glimpses of something akin to flying bark pls

oh whats up pagoda

LIKE THERE???? WE DONT’ GET TO SEE THE REST OF HTE CREWS REACTION TO THE CIRCLET???????

where’s the soul guys there was a reason i could never really pick a favourite in the show its cause they were all so beautiful in every moment whats going on—

-_-

i need to slap some rose coloured glasses on asap so i can start being more positive or so help me—NG;LKAMWEF

Macaque has main character syndrome WHEEZEGKLMAFOAWEF

also like bro, the monkeys dont’ get in the truck and no one leans out the window to say lets go??

i feel like i’m missing half the ep

Macaque, with a tortouredly concerned voice: WUKONG Macaque’s expression: :0

not a thought behind those eyes

ahem relistening to this—i’ve never had to replay bits just to understand whats going on before this is taking SO MUCH LONGERLKMSA;FWE

like how come macaque can swoop in and do that just swat the pain activator away and monkey king didn’t do that himself before the circlet got placed on him we’ve seen how fast he is

okay is this the sacrifice myself season? everyones just gonna try and jump on the train with macaque starting us offG;LKAMWEF

HELPGASKL;FAWEF

Wukong, in pain: :0

i am having a TIME

love how sandy does not hesitate to hit the gas nobody even says to go he just goes which eeehhhh but also whatever==

ohhhh ohh i cringed sorry

i really need to fix my mindset so i can watch this without wanting to stick my head in a puddle

he’ll get away right he always gets away—yeah that tells me no and yup there you go nope he got snatched easily WAIT HE GOT SNATCHED?? HELP?? this is why we got so many macaque reactions cause they’re gonna bench him for half the season had to cram in as many moments as possible i’m so sorry macaque fans—

HEY ITS THAT SSSSS GUY

I’M TELLING YA HE’S A SNAKE

I’M JUSSAYOH

OH HA

I’M STUPID

THE SET

MEDUSA SNAKE GUY

I SAW THOSE SETS

THAT’S THE GUY GOT IT

I’M SO SMART

WELL

okay that was a RIDE

There was some funny moments, some whats going on moments and some wow what moments fr if i didn’t have somewhere to be later today i might tackle another ep but as of right now i think we’ll save that for later, i swear these reactions get longer every episode.

Thanks for sticking with me till the end, I promise I’ll get better once i process I hope or i’ll perish in a puddle of depression, honestly its 50/50 at this point

I don’t think i’ll ever stop missing flying bark while watching these eps, the way i could analyze every character expression brought me so much joy but yeah! we shall see where this goes and hopefully i can watch the entire season before someone spoils me in reblog tags WHEEZE

SEE Y’ALLIN THE NEXT ONE, TAKE CARE AND REMEMBER TO HYDRATE. KNOX OUT o7

[clatterbane]

While I am evidently on a ranting roll tonight, it also really fucking bothered me that the new endocrinologist that I happened to see for a routine yearly diabetes check-in a few weeks back, after the last one moved? She apparently decided that as essentially an ethnic minority of one here, I look weird enough that it might well be pathological.

(I would probably feel a little different about it if she weren't also from anothet ethnic minority--albeit one that is MUCH more common locally and in this country at large. It doesn't hit quite the same that way, but I still found it pretty damned offensive.)

It also didn't help that my basic build helped get me treated like garbage so much under the NHS--with definite racial undertones at times. I would just as soon never hear a single word about my meat form again, which is not very directly relevant to the issue I have come in over, and in a non-fatphobic way.

But yeah, I have ended up looking like a lot of my mother's family in middle age. If one of the thinner versions these days.

Shitty crop of me with my mom, 20 years and at least 50 lbs. ago.

We have big kinda flat faces with barrel chests and big shoulders--and our arms and legs also turn skinnier-looking by comparison to the big old torso as we get older. No matter how much meat is over it (and I am still fairly scrawny now!), you are still gonna be mostly shoulders and a ribcage which is NOT dainty. Mr. C half-laughingly backed me up that half my family is just Like This, and he hasn't even seen all the extended clan together.

And the (very) extended family resemblance kinda goes farther than that. (Thus the ethnic part being very fucking relevant.) I don't always necessarily like it, but that's just how we're made.

So yeah, that new endo decided to send me to be tested for Cushing's Syndrome, entirely based on eyeballing.

Look, it's me! Go off, I guess.

(She also asked some pointed questions like whether my freakishly skinny arms made it difficult to wheel myself around in the chair. Erm, NOPE, not at all. Absolutely no symptoms other than striking her as Wrong Looking. She also recorded in the notes which I can see online, that I was getting less exercise than I said I was--very possibly mentally filtering my actual answer through that Freakish Twig Limb perception.)

What gets me even worse is that I DO totally coincidentally have experience with Cushing's, from when I got that pituitary tumor in my teens. She knew nothing about this when she brought the subject up out of the blue.

As the first medical professional to ever do so over the past 30-odd years, I might add. Nobody who has actually been aware of that history has triggered on it either.

Cushing's is very noticeable and very hard to live with! I got extremely sick, gained like 80 lbs. over a year from it, and developed the actual corticosteroid moonface then! Nobody much wanted to listen to me at the time, likely mostly because AFAB teenager! But, I do know very well what that fucking feels like!

But yeah, that thankfully got fixed and I haven't experienced symptoms for like 30 years. That whole experience was also very freaking traumatic, which is probably not helping my reaction now with it getting brought back up so bizarrely and unexpectedly. (Also, could I somehow be secretly Very Sick now without realizing it?! I do very much rationally doubt it, but doubt still keeps nagging at me.)

I guess I had better play along for now. In a way, it is good to see another demonstration that they don't seem to do the same kind of foolish pennypinching here as under the NHS. They will refer you for whatever testing they think is necessary, even if that sometimes includes a labwork wild goose chase based on some terrible assumptions! I would rather have them be thorough, even when it's dumb as hell and kinda insulting.

I am indeed pretty confident that I just look like a middle-aged $SURNAME from another freaking continent, who is also recovering from malnutrition and still pretty scrawny. (Which the doc was aware of.) I am also still feeling some kind of way about this fact setting off weird alarm bells in some new doctor that I am stuck dealing with for the foreseeable future.

I could easily make some of my own unflattering speculations based on her appearance, which was very different from my own. Sorta Marfanoid, with buggy eyes possibly indicating thyroid issues? (Maybe there's also some wider ethnic thing going on there too, for all I know. I have seen a lot more folks from her part of the world than basically anyone here has from mine!)

But yeah, that really really would not go over too well. And it's not my place either.

[beloved-cat-gremlin]

To all of us hoping that Gregory will be the protag of HW2, I have found a bit of info that might help fasten that theory.

I'm not sure if anyone else has pointed these things out before. So keep that in mind when reading.

Theory rambling incoming from here on out.

So a few weeks ago I got myself this lovely book here.

And while it is just a general cookbook with some fancy recipes in it, we all know that in true FNaF fashion there is more going on here than it seems.

And boy there sure is, even if some of these are rather obvious. Because throughout the entire book there are added pieces of paper with small notes that contain info on them.

And these little straps of notes are written by none other than Gregory himself. With the notes themselves indicating that these are post Security Breach as evident by these specific notes right here:

These are very clearly written by Gregory and all tie into the events of Security Breach.

(There are a few more notes mentioning how you should always keep your eyes on the Endos, grab an Ultimate Pass from Bonnie Bowl, Chica eating from the garbage, that you should grab a Party Pass for Fazerblast and use the blaster to stun animatronics, how Moon is and I quote "a nightmare animatronic" and to keep away from the Staffbot flashlights)

But there are even more notes in the book that do not follow the events of the game but rather talk about older versions of all the characters we all know and love. And not just that but Gregory is flat out describing mechanisms from previous games. Like this note:

Not to mention the note itself is attached to an image with the FNaF 1 office.

There is also notes on how you should watch Bonnie's every move, to never take your eyes off from Foxy's hook and how Foxy's eyepatch doesn't seem to stop him from hunting intruders.

But the most fascinating, and most random note to me, has to be this one:

A note from Gregory describing Ballora. I could kinda understand that Gregory might have gotten info on the classic four animatronics via searching stuff up, but the fact that Ballora is mentioned here, and only her from SL, makes me think that this is way more important than a random little easter egg.

Because let's take a look at the HW2 trailers again? We know for a fact that the three main games featured in this new one will be Security Breach, Pizza Sim and Sister Location.

And that is the important part, because Ballora was only and only in SL and nowhere else. Heck she was even the first animatronic teased in the first HW2 trailer.

Some people theorize that Cassie could be the one we play as in HW2 because of the Foxy ride shown in the second trailer, and with Cassie mentioning that she had been on this ride before, but here we have a game that includes Ballora and could be a potential GGY prequel where we play as Gregory.

Now we have a book with notes written by Gregory, mentioning Ballora. And not just that but HW2 could be where Gregory got all the info for the older animatronics from.

We do see that the new Foxy ride attraction includes the FNaF 1 office, which could be how Gregory knows Chica's specific attack pattern and also knows more about Bonnie and especially Foxy. Because outside of cutouts and references and images in SB and RUIN there is no way that any of these kids should really know much about Foxy.

Sure Cassie might know stuff from her dad but Gregory? There is no way he could have known most of this stuff. Unless he played a game prior to SB where he did get to know about the old animatronics.

And all of this isn't even me mentioning how Gregory, somehow, managed to dig up the old news paper articles from FNaF 1, 2 and 3 and put them into the cookbook.

Heck the first note you see from him is of the first location threatened to be shutdown because of the weird odor and mucus from the OG animatronics after the first MCI! Followed by the MCI report itself:

Other articles that were included are of the original help wanted ad in the paper where they are looking for a night guard. The article about the OG pizzaria closing down. The second help wanted poster from FNaF 2 which talks about the grand reopening in 1987. And the two news articles about Fazbear's Fright opening and then eventually burning to the ground.

Not sure how or why Gregory managed to get a hold on all of these and why he decided to include them in the cookbook. But they are there.

And that's kinda all the info I found myself. I'm not the best at doing these theory things but I'm trying.

Am I maybe digging for hints where there might not be any? Possibly.

Do I however feel that this could be important clues to figuring out more about Gregory? Oh absolutely.

[spamtoon]

DCRC week 3 time! ...In week 4.

you see. every time i wanted to open this comic. i wanted to do something else actually sosososososo bad. however now's the time

my history with the comics is ZILCH. i've had my friend show me a few duck comics they had in their first language and i've read some of the darkwing stuff but i haven't dived head first into scrooge's origins the way that many other duckblr members have

please note i might be off because i am very tired as of writing this. i will pass out directly after i finish this and so my judgements might be a bit. Strange

First comment I'd like to make her is how professional the comic seems, though that may just be because i'm viewing this though the don rosa archive on the definitely legal website. i'm glad at the very least that all of these like. little comics that are hard to keep track of are in one place

second off i just want to shoutout how tiny louie is here. ity bity. the 87 triplets are so small. sorry this is how it is with me i'm like wow... i appreciate these comics and all of the work people put into them and then im like oh louie little

Oh my aching eyebulbs! I did in fact misread that as lightbulbs

great panel we've got going on here. og glomgold acting quite fruity while donald needs to catch the thing... Glomgold you do understand you are also claiming other people's fortunes given the work for you in the south african diamond mines... a detail that i've only ever heard in trivia until now.

donald is so just continuously done with their garbage and he deserves to be i think. for all he's been through

sorry i just like the exaggerated poses here and the sillouettes and line effects. showcasing the them

Oh deliver us!

sorry i just love the expressions (and posing in the third) here. i know i'm mainly admiring comic panels so far but dang it. they...

aaaaand this is where the stuff that. didnt quite age starts. i've heard from chatter on discord that Things Happen in this comic and that scrooge should be wanted in Peru because of it. they way that some of the descendants are just casually helping him gnngnsn. i understand it was the 80s...

glomgold ate in this outfit and i'm sure you all agree. assuming this is glomgold i havent read that yet but look at him. that's glomgold. his goofy ahh smirk

FOEIJFIOUSGJEIAFEAFOJIUEAAEJOFEADAEFJIEA well. i did forget that glomgold held scrooge at gunpoint. and he does! i'm so . the way he's just. being held at gunpoint and scrooge's reaction is like THIS IS LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE i'm so. not even a gun can stop scrooge mcduck. or the triplets for that mater they also are kinda unphased at this point

another case where i just want to note these panels for the pose and expression contrast between the two of them... they

FEAHUIAOEJFEA the cogging way that the sound effects STREEEEETCH across the winds. priceless i think

i also want to note the action panels in the plane crash section i'm so. this one in particular but all of them really

Okay so i guess they were just. stuck with glomgold for multiple days. and scrooge is like where the barp is everyone ohhhh curse me cog darn kilts sorry

also omg calisota mention. calisota girls we're unforgesorry

glomgold's little happy handstand... you deserve to dark.wing cartwheel actually i think. also caro thinking about quack.erjack

parrot mention (context. im normal about that phone guy)

also please know before it registered that was a shine effect i thought the zebra's tail was a Bomb for a second and that the twist was going to be it all explodes in glomgold's face. but alas

HUIDAEJIOJFAEIJF THE WAY SCROOGE IS JUST. CASUAL ABOUT IT like dammmm you guys were slow. the fact scrooge has just had a little setup out here i'm so. yeah let's prank glomgold

im so mad... its beautiful. ive heard comics scrooge vs dt.17 scrooge described as business scrooge vs family scrooge and if this isn't way to differentiate between the two of them. the adventure's over because Business glomgold.

sorry every serious comic person that may or may not be reading this because i am. not very serious especially right now but please know i have so much respect for these and cant wait to read more. except i have to do an assignment first. two assignments. four. school is kicking my behind right now thats part of why i'm late but i will catch up eventually. now time to go to sleep

OH WAIT THERES MORE COMIC hold on wait what if you see this while i'm editing no you don't. i can't believe i actually got juked by the fake ending. i will admit i have been coasting along for a bit now but Now i am invested

the way he spends multiple panels gloating about the gems specifically... both of them are so petty here and its beautiful

rooooolling giiiiirl sorry my legitimate first thoughts. i am having an era right now. yes glomgold chase your big gem frisbee

the way that they're dragging both of them out and away from each other. like alright folks. time to break it up here. you're gonna destroy the temple. and they do!

GLEEP!

okay now its the end. this comic has made me a fan of comic glomgold and thats what i'm going to say here. good night everyone i hope this is a great start to my beautiful comic journey

[pepperstrawberry]

Pepper Rant

I'm sorry. I hate being negative. I... I'm having a hard time right now. Its been building all week. (I tried to figure out how to put a 'cut/readmore', but it seems a lot has changed with formatting since I last created a full post of my own that required more then a few quick images and text)

I know I don't post much on here, or at least no where near my old consistancy... but I am pretty happy I still see some familiar names float across my dash.

Though, right now, it feels like... like I'm lost. Trying to figure out someone to commiserate with, but I kinda don't want to burden folks and I can't remember which of the discords I'm on have spots for political rambles.

Most of my biggest fears are probably going to be very obvious.

November 8 2016, I remember being in a discord chat at the time. All the mods were off for one reason or another. Some folks were freaking out. Some weren't. This was an LGBT focused discord, so the fact that some folks were thinking things would be fine was a bit concerning. I had to use my minis to drown folks out, reminding folks that the discord in question had a specific space for that sort of topic and the main channel we were in need to be a space for just breathing. It was... a rough night for everyone I think.

Over the course of the next year plus, I would often say things like 'this feels like the sort of thing you see in history books around mid 20s - early 30s of Gernany. I wasn't sure how much I was speaking in hyperbole and how much was 1000% serious, but I do know I was leaning toward the later.

Now... here we are, on the cusp of another election, the same bastard moving for power. And I honestly feel more then ever I was at least close to the reality. It wasn't 1 to 1, mind. but it was... familiar enough.

With already some extremely disturbing actions by the SCOTUS and the like mouths before the vote is upon us gives me some chilling fears.

The unparalleled power the position of President now has is... not something to take lightly. And this time, its not a bumbling idiot that is going to be lost at how the job even works.

mind you, he is still a fool. He is still the same self centered piece of garbage. But this time, he has a team behind him already setting a lot of very very disturbing things in motion.

The 'Immunity' decision has basically cemented a path to getting everything they want. Not a little, but a lot.

I don't have the mental strength or energy. All I can feel is a tingling fear in my nerves that is slowly building. A reality I want to wake up from.

And the worst of it is: even if the Biden wins, that is *at best* a holding pattern. That guy isn't much better. Maybe he turned around several things Trump did, but it hasn't really felt like we have moved forward to anything better.

Unless something is *somehow* done about the Immunity decision, among others, then we are just going to be facing this nightmare again in the next election.

Honestly, I am not liking how next year is looking in either case. I would move out of country, but I don't even know which place would be best to run to, nor am I in nearly as 'stable' financially as I was even just a year ago.

I'm sorry, I used to keep my politic stuff on a separate tumblr... but honestly, fuck that. Things are just too fucked. I don't know how to keep my thoughts separate anymore.

I know for many across the world, what I fear is already their reality. It makes this whole mess feel even worse. I know there is good in this world. Good people and good places... but I feel like everyone I know is so spread out. Even my closest friends (aside from a couple of family members and my girlfriend) are miles away at the least and states or even countries away at most. So even if I were to find a place to run to, its going to be... difficult.

No this isn't a plea for cash or anything. At least not yet. Just right now, I need to get it out of my system on some level. Even if it ends up as 'not as bad as I fear', the fact is, it is still going to be horrible for many of us. I thought that at least the Senate and SCOTUS would at least provide a *little* barrier to the plans of that bastard and his allies. But that barrier no longer exists. I don't know what is going to stand against him doing most of not all they are planning.

Tonight, as I right this, there are still fireworks popping off. A night that was supposed to celebrate independence from a King...

I fear next year, they will be celebrating a new king... and they may not even be simulated.