#just ask and watch them struggle to come up with an idea that isnt “i hate women”

[lilly-v3]

When your coworker says something so sexist you have to hit them with that "sorry i don't get it, can you explain the joke?" stare

[barcapix]

✮ Handcuffed.. Gone Wrong? - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: trying the 24hr handcuffed challenge with marc. original request here.

a/n: in honour of this cuties birthday (albeit late) and this is the english version!

warnings: none?

ESPAÑOL VERSION

did you think it was going to be this chaotic? no.

was it still, worth the time of a singular day to rile up your boyfriend in matters where he likes his own personal space? absolutely.

“do i still have time to leave?”

marc lifts up his left wrist, handcuffs loosely tangled but not fully secure. you laugh, clicking them in place. “nope.”

you erupt another small giggle as you pan the camera to his pouty expression. “well, say hi to the camera baby.”

marc squints into the camera, only to sheepishly grin, hiding his hands behind his face, until whispering. “i need a shower really bad now.”

“we can’t shower yet! it’s been like two minutes! i’ve had a whole activity day to plan out for us—”

you thought you would of withstood the control a little longer. apparently not. without an uttered word, he tugs you with him—may you add—disbelievingly strong, all the way to the bathroom.

“marc no!” he closes the door shut, marching towards the showerhead to switch it on. “you can’t be serious. my hair is freshly washed!”

his grin turns wicked. “its a good thing mine isnt.”

that cocky bravado evaporates the second he struggles to peel off his shirt. apparently, having only one usable arm is a bigger obstacle than he anticipated.

marc twists, turns and spins around on the spot, his arms stretching behind his back so far that you hear a pop. “marc, be careful!”

“do you need help?” you say through hesitant laughter. “you really look, like you’re um—” the campers flips from you to him. “..struggling.”

“am not.”

“are you sure?”

instead, you stare at the lens of the camera, watching your boyfriend writhe at the collar of his tee. marc attempts to lift it over his head, finally, but it gets caught on his nose.

your laughter escapes, defying any effort to remain composed. your free hand clasps at your mouth, then seizes your stomach after doubling over in a silent wheeze as he spins like a sad carousel horse.

“okay.. amor. can you help me please?” the brunette admits, sighing softly.

“yes,” you chuckle, stepping closer. “yes, i can help you baby. all you had to do was ask.”

the camera gets placed atop the sink, as it films you ascent high on your tiptoes to wriggle his head free; his face is overly blotchy and scratched by the fabric.

“i finally feel like i can breathe again,” he exaggerates a sigh of relief. “that’s torture.”

you leave an innocent peck to his cheek. “torture is forcing me into the shower at 8am.”

within a measly time in trying to get into the actual shower, you both promptly realise that your once ‘fun’, idea comes with several layers of logistical hell.

you’d planned ahead, more or less, by slipping on bathing suits underneath your casual clothes before entering (because, duh, youtube guidelines or literally—common sense).

but that still didn’t account for the fact you had to synchronise every single move.

it took you aprox. two seconds to complain. “why do you take up so much room?”

“maybe because i actually need to wash,” he tries to shoot back, instead you pinch your nose. “yeah—you do.”

marc attempts to shampoo his hair, his arm lurching upwards in a messy lather. problem is, your own limb yanks along with his like some forgotten marionette. “ow—ow, marc! i can’t bend that way!”

“you’re fine,” he says, wincing a little too.

barely a minute later, when you begin to balance on one leg to shave, his body sways and leans too far out of the water stream. the momentum pulls your body forward, flinging the razor into your shin.

“cariño—jesus!”

a thin like of blood bubbles from your skin. “did you just cut yourself?”

“no, the spirit of common sense did. yes of course i did.. you did!”

he threads through his hair, the soap falling down his bronzed back. “i did not.”

“did too,” you puff. “can you just pass me that?” you point at the loofah above his head. marc goes to follow your direction, until he underestimates the obscenely amount of shampoo that’s leaked, and slips against the sleek tiles.

if he falls, you fall.

you crash down in a tangle of limbs—your elbow hits the bath lining, and your left knee lands squarely in his crotch.

marc lets out a wheeze so high-pitched it might register to bats. your eyes widen. “dios mío!” he droops back theatrically, both hands guarding the area as if he thought you’d do it again.

“you’ve killed me,” he croaks. “this is how i go. i’m gonna die young.”

what a humiliation ritual.

escaping is just as difficult.

as you attempt to exit the slippery hellscape of a shower, your foot slides across a rogue puddle.

a loud thunk echos and your mouth drops.

“oh my god! are you okay!?” you exclaim, reaching for his face. he’s hunching over the sink, gripping his forehead.

“i think.. my brain’s fallen out,” he groans.

your teeth nip at your bottom lip, smothering a laugh. snatching the camera from the shelf, it zooms into the angry, red mark blooming across his skin.

“ouch,” you whisper, almost reverently.

you lower the camera slightly, though it’s still rolling. “i’m sorry,” you’re genuine this time. “does it hurt bad?”

he emits a second whine. “only when i think.”

your hands crawl up into his wet locks, brushing them aside; your lips mould gently over the cut. “then lucky for you, that’s not often.”

after some squabbling, plastering and disinfecting his wounds, the effort of drying off becomes a one-sided competition.

and surprise surprise, marc is done within like thirty seconds.

how does he only use one towel? one.

“are you not gonna put a shirt on?”

“and get it stuck on my head again? no way.”

MOMENTS LATER… marc takes custody of the camera this time. triumphantly, the boy waltz’s into the bedroom, dragging you along in which the camera catches a few, “stop!” and “that hurts!”

“ah, well that was refreshing,” marc flashes a toothy grin at the screen, looking sure as hell pleased. “babe, do you agree?”

he tilts the camera to his right, and down, showcasing an unenthusiastic-you. your hair was still 90% wet, sticking to the back of your neck and dripping onto your dry clothes.

just because, somehow, men can dry off 100x quicker, like its some inevitable superpower, marc thought it was amusing to speed-run getting ‘ready’.

like.. define ready.

“don’t worry guys, she agrees, really.”

oh, if looks could kill. “can i have the camera back now?” your scowl is conspicuous, and for the first time ever, he actually looks slightly intimidated.

“if you can reach for it, yeah,” he shrugs.

simultaneously, you lunge forward. unluckily for you, marc is an utterly, annoyingly, freakishly tall guy so by lunging, your arms flail up uselessly.

that is, before, rerouting your strategy.

your hand coils around the back of his neck, yanking him down into the mattress with a victorious thump. he barely has time to react before your legs scramble over his, pinning him into a makeshift headlock.

marc lets out a pained muffle. “ouch, okay okay! you can have it back! just let me go.”

“hmmm,” you pretend to consider. “you’re missing a very important word there marc.”

“what? free me now?”

you scoff, wrangling around his neck with a little more pressure. “nuh-uh. use that big head of yours. the same big head that got you stuck in your own shirt.”

“i don’t know!—ow, y/n! i’m serious.”

eventually, his grip weakens on the camera-stick, allowing you to, with ease, reclaim it into your own non-cuffed hand; he doesn’t notice.

“im serious too,” you remark smugly.

he knows what he’s doing. he knows this game. you glare at him, arching your brows in a solemn wait.

marc grumbles, finally caving in though slightly muffled by the mattress. “fine, can you free me.. please?”

“now was that so hard?” you mock, kissing his temple before unravelling him free.

well, not totally free because he’s forced to stay within a ten inch radius from you, but free enough.

almost like admiring and flaunting your artwork, you zoom in close on his annoyed face as he rubs at the reddened spot on his neck. “you left a mark.” he then deadpans, straight towards the lens.

“send help.”

WHEN THE AFTERNOON ARRIVES… you cut straight to the kitchen.

the kitchen looks like a crime scene. flour on the floor, water on the counter, a tragic half-sliced onion sitting abandoned mid-chop. marc’s face is slowly melting with stress.

its evident to know your boyfriend isn’t a morning person, and now he’s not a 10am person either.

“was this really your ‘day full of activities’?”

you subconsciously nod, scrunching your brows as you scroll at the recipe on your phone. it’s balanced awkwardly up against the flour jar, when marc suddenly dips a fingertip into the batter.

“amor, don’t eat that. it has raw egg—”

stupidly, he’s already licking it off clean, eyes squinting. “is it.. supposed to taste like that?”

you slowly lift your head. “like what?”

“like something made of mould.”

you smack his hand away when he reaches for more. “stop touching things with your plague fingers! you said it tastes mouldy.”

“mouldy doesn’t mean it didn’t taste good,” marc shamefully waddles away from it. also, it’s important to note, that you gave him one important task: monitor the pasta.

so, what are your next words?

“marc the pasta!”

“what about it? it’s fine—“ his eyes shoot ample, half-jogging over to the hob. its foaming and bubbling over the pan, spilling its remains over the countertops.

you resist the urge to quite literally, smack him—he’s stirring it. “babe, what are you doing? turn it off!”

the footballer panics, flipping and turning all off the hob controls because he doesn’t know which one was does what.

you grab his wrist mid-spin. “you’re not flying a plane—just pick one!” he randomly slaps a knob and it works.

“phew,” he rubs the back of his hand on his forehead, shortly wincing when he realises his cut still exists. “that could of been a close one.”

as if his words bite him back, he lifts his socked foot to reveal how the water from the oven slid onto the floor, soaking through his socks.

“marc—just, don’t move,” you demand, instructing him to watch over the hob. “well, actually can you shuffle this way just a little?”

you had to reach the fridge somehow.

marc gawks at the camera propped up infront of him, one arm horizontally straightened out of sight—where you were rummaging in the fridge for eggs.

his voice drops low, unmistakably only for the camera to hear. “she’s taken three years off my life today.”

he dusts a miniature patch of flour from his bare chest, stealing a look at you. “she’s amazing though, isn’t she? a little insane, but amazing.”

“a little help here would be nice, by the way!”

what he thought would create a wholesome moment—is interrupted as your voice projects straight through it.

“you haven’t gotten them yet?” he inquires, genuinely surprised. you sulk. “no, they are impossible to reach!”

marc beams at you, on your uppermost tippey-toes, “what silly asshole puts these on the furthest shelf?”

there’s a teasing edge to his tone. “normal people can usually reach it, so i didn’t think it was a problem.”

the brunette pads over, effortlessly grabbing them for you and elbows the fridge shut. when placed down, you nudge him out of the shot—taking full dominance—letting his arm be the victim of strained movement as you twitch your wrists when opening the egg box.

“so, now we just need to crack two of these.”

you’re about to lift one up, until he sneezes directly into the fresh bowl. there’s not a singular logic thought behind those eyes.

“i can get fresh bowl—?” a sigh rattles from your bones. “no, nope. let’s just cut the camera here.”

AS IT FALLS DARK YOU… you lay, sprawling on your shared bed.

“well, you guys, it’s currently 11pm,” you adjust the view to reflect the alarm on your nightstand. then you pan the view to your boyfriend, looking already half-consumed by sleep.

“and also you can see, todays zapped all of his energy,” you can’t help but laugh. bless him.

“but, that is us done for the night. we’ll see you all in the morning!” the recording ends as you rest your head on the pillow.

marc sleeps on the left. the handcuff is on his left hand. of course, it is. meaning his arm is pulled behind his back like he’s doing some kind of weird backstroke in his sleep.

it didn’t make your case any easier, either.

“ugh—can’t you just,” you wriggle out from the duvet, trying to manoeuvre your bound wrists over the edge of your boyfriends stiff, slightly-snoring body. “roll over for five seconds?”

marc huffs, face down in the pillow. “i am rolled over!”

“you’ve rolled not even halfway! you’re hovering like a plank and my shoulder is cramping.”

its almost ticking to 1am; time lingers interminably. if you were to count, you’ve tossed and swivelled about a hundred times, sighed like a thousand and complained maybe like.. a million?

“you know what else is cramping?” he lifts his head to reveal half-lidded eyes. “my dignity. now pass me that, duvet-hogger.”

marc aimlessly reaches for the sheet you have curled between your bare legs, and for that—you decide to throw it over his head like a veil.

one.. two.. three seconds.

“cariño, its hot under here.”

you reply, “you said you wanted the duvet.”

“preferably not over my head,” he playfully retaliates, scrambling it from his face. marc grumbles, shuffling in close to you. “c’mere now.”

you both scuttle around, trying to reposition again. he wants you in his arms, you don’t want your limbs stuck under his weight.

you try to flip to your side; marc’s hand jerks forward, eliciting a shocked yelp. “we are not made for prison.”

“nope,” he breathes, raking you against his body until you have no choice but to flip back over. “we’d probably be the first to die in there.”

you laugh. “you’d go before me though.”

a similar snicker rumbles in his chest, low and sleepy. marc yawns, for like the fiftieth time, until melting back into the billowy pillow.

“hey, marc?” you settle just inches apart from his face. he hums in response. “i know it’s been a little.. crazy today, but thank you for doing this with me.”

abruptly, his eyes flutter open—looking slightly surprised yet tender all at once.

“you’re welcome, preciosa. you know i’d do any dumb challenge if it meant spending the day with you.”

you lean in, gently tugging at his chin toward you and kiss him—mellow, affectionate and longer than you mean to.

the chain between you clinks inaudibly.

marc smiles against your mouth, cradling the back of your head to reel you in for another. “i love you.”

“i love you too, mi vida.” he dots petite pecks across your nose, then across your cheeks. “goodnight.”

you whisper back. “goodnight baby.”

absentmindedly, his lips skim over your temple as he tries to tuck fallen hair back behind your ear with a very-chained hand. although, it just ends up patting your face.

“that was my eyebrow,” you mumble, eyes shut.

“it still counts.”

the room settles into a tranquil silence. your fingers trace the metal chain that links, and marc hums as if he feels it too.

neither of you say it aloud, but today is a memory you’ll both reach for on the kinds on days that need one.

a memory worth cherishing. forever.

MORNING LIGHT SPILLS PAST… the curtains, stirring you awake. “mm,” a satisfied hum escapes your lips, as you find however you’re positioned, is genuinely comfy.

your boyfriends arm is snug around your shoulders, his molten breath fanning your face, in gusts.

the chill steel of the handcuff chain presses bitterly cold against your skin, but the warmth which marc radiates, makes up for it.

when you shift, he shifts.

“well morning, sleepyhead,” you coo, cupping the one side of his face that you can. “rise and shine.”

your boyfriend groans something incoherent into the pillow. “bebé,” you whisper, nudging your foot against his shin. “oye, come on, we need to finish this.”

it’s not like you can rotate much, but you dig around; eventually take ahold of your camera that tried to hide beneath the messes of blankets.

it beeps when you turn it on, and marc suspires—preparing for the finality of what he’d call hell.

“..do we have to?” your boyfriend groans, his voice still drowsy. his breadth arms are still iron-fisted around your frame, refusing to loosen.

“yeah, we do,” you encourage, mirroring his lethargy as you yawn. even apart of yourself didn’t want to record the final ending of the challenge.

because, where you were right now, warm and tethered to the one person who always pulls you in a little closer in his sleep—it felt like if you move, you’d never fall back into this little cocoon again.

following a weighted exhale, you position the camera high enough into the air so it captures you two together.

“morning, everyone,” you blink at the camera, rubbing at your weary eyes. “it’s officially been 24 hours, which means we’ve successfully completed the handcuffed for-a-day challenge.”

marc is trying to avoid the blaring light, eyes still closed but when you shake him up, he briefly rotates his head so you can see all of the sleep marks etched onto his face.

his cheeks are toasty-pink, his hair sticking up in every angle and direction. but he still doesn’t depart from you.

“any words to end the vlog, marc?”

“im never doing this again.”

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[covenofagatha]

just realised that on Saturday supposedly the FFF (finger free february) started so now I'll make it my own personal goal to not touch myself for the whole month (ignoring the fact that I already lost the challenge lmao) and its gonna be so hard because you'll be writing and posting so many delicious filth and its gonna ruin me

ALSO, would you THINK reader would make it until the end of the month with g!p Agatha teasing them and making them squirm... 'innocently' brushing he cock against reader's ass, pressing gently against her and making her hiss almost in pain

Or also just being horny and dirty talking all day, for example during breakfast as they both take their coffee and maybe Agatha says "do you like how I made your coffee dear" and reader's like "of course, did you add cream today? It tastes a little.bit different?" And Agatha is smirking and shes smug and her eyes scream i need to bend you over the kitchen island while she says "yeah added MY cream" and you see her palming her cock though her pants and you just gulp and whine as you rub your legs together to get some friction but Agatha puts her hands firmly on your thighs and tuts "oh no darling, you're not supposed to touch yourself, in any way. First of all, it's because we both know that is only mommy's place to touch; second, it's February and it was you who told me you wanted to do this challenge"

She says all that as she gets up from her seat and nears you and whisper in the ear "You told me, no begged me to let you go through this, but never said anything about me teasing you to make you break. And I will break you. Like I always do, cause your role is just to be a whiny little puppy for mommy to use, isnt it?"

And then she just kind of lean and sucks a mark on your neck

btw this is not a request ask, I'd love to know if you had any headcanons about how this ^^^^ could work, because I personally think it would be so hot and frustrating and would be a clear example of how edging worksss and why it is so used

- ✒

I didn't know FFF was a thing (have we all failed?) but I absolutely love this idea and I would be MORE than happy to add some thoughts

It's January 31st, and you're scrolling on your phone in bed after Agatha just thoroughly fucked you, and you see a post about Finger Free February. Before you can think about it, you show Agatha and ask, "Think I could do it?" Agatha smirks and says there is no way you could last an entire month without her touch, so of course you have to commit

However, just the next day you come to regret it when you wake up and find Agatha jerking off next to you, staring at you. You can't resist trying to slide a hand into your pants to relieve some of the heat because watching her touch herself is just too hot, when she tuts and reminds you of the challenge. It's fucking torture when she has you take your shirt off and cums all over your tits and licks herself off while you're squirming underneath her and wondering if it counts if you cum without being touched

It seems like Agatha is just being mean on purpose now, grinding her cock into your ass each time she steps behind you (even when there is MORE than enough space where she doesn't have to touch you at all), pinching your nipples, sucking on your neck and whispering how much mommy misses your cunt in your ear

It's about eight days in when you start purposefully moving away from her whenever she comes near you because you physically can't take it anymore, and of course Agatha is by no means okay with this, so she bends you over her knee and spanks you until you're a sobbing, wet mess and apologizing profusely

"That's my good girl. I'm sorry that mommy is trying to get you to break - I just need you too bad. Come on, honey, let mommy touch you," she purrs and you almost give in right there, but you're ultimately too proud and too stubborn to give in

Not having your cunt available whenever she wants it is making Agatha really struggle too, so she ramps up her efforts to get you to break because at this point, she is also too horny that she can't think straight

She begs you while stroking her cock in front of you, telling you "Look how hard mommy is for you, mommy's cock needs you so bad, baby, please" and fuck, you've never been more wet and needy in your life but you're determined because it's been over half a month and you can't give in now

So you suck her off and she cums down your throat with a loud grunt and you should just throw out your pair of underwear because there's no coming back from how badly you just ruined them

The closest you come to breaking is when you're in the shower with three days to go (even just the thought of Agatha now has you soaked and aching to be filled) and she gets in too. You gasp, already dizzy with need at the proximity of her naked body and hard cock, and she pins you against the wall and kisses down your body and slides her cock in between your pussy lips to just grind her length against you and you think you might just be able to cum from how it feels to have her sliding against your clit and opening

Just before you give in and let your orgasm wash over you, she pulls back and you actually cry out. "You're so close to the end, honey. You can't quit now," Agatha says with a wink and frustrated tears sting your eyes.

On the 28th (thank god it's not a leap year), you start a countdown with a minute until midnight and the moment the clock strikes 12 on March 1st, you practically pounce on Agatha, who has also been eagerly waiting. She shoves two fingers inside you and strokes your clit and you instantly cum, having been on edge for an entire month

She makes you cum until you have to beg her to stop, and then just one more time for good measure because it's been too long and she wants to make sure that you're completely satiated

"Think you'll do it again next year?" she asks teasingly and you shake your head immediately because you know there's no way you could survive that long without her touching you again

But you absolutely cannot wait for No Nut November to turn the tables on her

[mananoir]

Hiii really loved ur sol and adhd reader hc's, would you mind writing smth about sol dating an autistic mc that has trouble picking up social cues ?If you don't mind<33

Sol dating someone with autism!

♱ Hi<3 thanks for this request, soon I’ll have even more hc’s coming out so please don’t hesitate to add your requests.

♱ This isn’t really my best work at all as I struggled to make this as inclusive as possible while also having to add Sols yandere in, But I do hope you enjoy it!

♱ IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT GOOD🙏

If you have trouble picking up social cues and struggle understanding body language Sol will become more direct but gentle with his ideas, he’ll also this its really cute when you are oblivious to his flirting.

Y/n and Sol were sitting together in art talking about their task. “And I think we should do a portrait of you but like add dark things in the backdrop, you know?” Y/n noted as they looking around and noting things in their notebook. “A portrait of me?” Sol says a bit shocked “Are you sure you’re not making this an excuse to stare at me longer?” Sol teasing Y/n trying to flirt with them. “Hmm?” Y/n says in response “well yeah, it’s for work of course I need to look at you.” Y/n blurts out not understanding that Sol was flirting with them, Sol chuckles while resting his head on the desk looking up at y/n “God you’re so cute pumpkin.” He mumbled trying to stay calm “Pardon” y/n replied, “hmm? Oh nothing let’s get back to work.”

If you also struggle with verbal communication Sol will be so patient with you it’s pathetic, he’s such a softie when it comes to you and making sure you feel comfortable.

Y/n, Hyugo and Sol were all out in town, hanging out in the arcade. Sol was standing next to Y/n as they both watched hyugo try and win a plushie. Y/n isn’t always this quiet, it makes Sol worried as he watches his pumpkin scratch their knuckles trying to regulate themselves. “Hey, you good?” Sol asks delicately, waiting for a response but all he gets is a thumbs up. Sol frowns grabbing Y/n’s hand giving it a squeeze, he leans down and whispers in their ear “I’m here for when you want to talk.”

When it comes to stimming he’ll definitely be interested in them at first especially if you have vocal stims, sometimes just to tease you he’ll repeat them back to you. If biting is one of your go to stims (like me again) he’ll 1000% let you bite his finger, just don’t bite too hard or Sol might get too excited!

Sol was hanging out with Y/n in their apartment, both sitting on a couch watch a movie. watching very intensely, when in the corner of Sol’s eyes he sees Y/n biting their finger. without even thinking he offers them his finger, “go on.” Sol says, not even a couple seconds later he feels his fingers being bit down on by a set of teeth. After a while Y/n starts to bite down harder, not even noticing how weak and desperate Sol looked as he held back whimpers.

If you get triggered by loud noises When you guys are going to loud places he never ever lets you forget your headphones, he can’t have his pumpkin getting overwhelmed.

Hyugo, Sol and Y/n were getting ready to head into town, Sol and Hyugo are ready they are just waited for y/n to finish. Once Y/n does finish getting ready they walk out say “right let’s go!” Hyugo replies with a chuckle “took you long enough.” As both Hyugo and Y/n start to walk out Sol stops Y/n. “here you forgot to grab these.” Sol says while handing y/n their headphones smiling.

[d0g0r0t]

can I pls have yandere Toby??? pretty please

Yandera Toby

TW:GROSS SHIT!!! Obsession, stalking, violence, sh

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!!

He's low-key so pathetic

Seeing how pretty and kind you are he couldn't help but fall... well become obsessed

Your his!.... who the fuck are they? Why aren't you with him your supposed to be with him not them!

Yea no. He's all over the place when it comes to you

He'll sneak into your house, stealing things that smell like you or remind him of you

Stealing your perfume and using that shit like Febreze. He can barely breath in his own room anymore cause he used the whole bottle, reeking the room with your smell

He steals your deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, bodywash. Just to feel a little closer to you

He takes your underwear every now and then. Over time you'll find it on your door step all... sticky and.. what the fuck is that smell?

It's gross.

He takes your worn out shirts ALOT. You always looking threw your closet trying to find that one band tee the just suddenly disappeared

He'll give them back once he has you <3

Leaving you with little hickeys and red bruises on your neck when you sleep

He loves seeing you wake up in the morning confused on why you have these marks on your throat knowing damn well you didn't go out that night

He really does like you. He sees his obsession as a simple crush when it really isnt

He's never had someone he can see romantically so it was weird when he found out he DID love you

He gets emotional. Seeing you with someone else or not by his side

It feels like your betraying him even tho you don't know he exists

He talks about you SO.MUCH

It's like that stupid "hey masky" thing but instead it's "y/n" over and over again

Tim AND Brian have both rocked his shit because he wouldn't shut up

He has so many pictures of you on his walls. Some of you sleep, some of you eating, working, brushing your teeth, bathing. It's insane how many his got of you

He stalks your socials with his victims phones, getting BEN to figure your locations and you WHOLE life story

He knows a little to much about you

"Oh! Y/n order pizza last night at 7:46pm!"

"How... how the fuck do you know that?.."

He knows all of your accounts on and social. He wants to like your stuff but he doesn't want you to know him just yet

He screenshots your stuff and favoring all your videos to the phone

His wallpaper his your face and his password his you name or birthday

His tics slowly started to form around you as well. Him randomly stuttering out your name or something about you

The moment he actually kidnaps you is when he killed everyone you know and love

He's the only one you should love and think about. Just like him!

He holds you in his bed, ropes around you wrists and ankles

He would never put you in some nasty basement your to pretty for something like that

He stares at you for hours. Watching you struggle and squirm as desperate tears stream down your face. His head and arms rested up on the bed as he just watches you

He only keeps you tied you to his bed for a little while

He may be crazy but he's not abusive and wants you to be comfortable... kinda

He never hurts you, or tries not to

The only time he'll hurt you is if you try to leave him

But let's just hope you don't do that

He keeps you locked in his room for God who knows how long

He brings you your favorite goods and drinks and overall treats you well

He knows you won't love him right away but he doesn't want you to hate him

He asks if he can touch you or do certain things

If you say yes he's praising you and thanking you. But if you say no he begs for a bit but understand after a moment

He doesn't want to hurt you, he really doesn't

The idea of you being in pain from his hands reminds him of his father and the way Lyra looked after every beating broke him

He doesn't want to see you like that

He literally BEGS you if he can kiss you. On his hands and knees "PLEASEEEEEEE"

When you do he's shaky and doesn't know where to put his hands. He gets so needy for your lips and becomes a bit aggressive

Biting your lips, shoving his tounge in your mouth. It's wild

He bites at his fingers so much just thinking about you to where he starts bleeding.

Or scratching at his skin at the thought of you with someone else

Sad

NSFW

GROSS SHIT!!!_______________________________________

Jerks off to your pictures every night no questions asked

Uses your underwear as a cum rag hints why it's so gross and sticky

He's moaning your name softly as he cums, whimpering and gripping at the sheets just thinking about how gorgeous you are

CAN NOT control himself around you

He has so little sex life he's like a 14 boy who just hit puberty and can't look at a girl in the eyes

He's tenting so bad it looks actually painful

When you catch him staring at your body he turns in a mess apologizing that he was looking at the he didn't mean it like that. And covering his boner...

The thought of YOU and HIM was like a dream that he knew would never happen.

Feeling your soft gummy walls around him is all he thought about

When ever he touches you he gets needy and wanting to touch you even more

If you two are ACTUALLY involved don't be surprised when randomly you get groped aggressively

He loves seeing you squirming and trembling under him. Soft tears streaming down your pink face as he bucks himself balls deep. Heavenly

SORRY ONCE AGAIN SHIT IS TAKING SO LONGGG

Also ik u didn't ask for NSFW I just had to 💀

[yunebtc]

hii :3 could you do a applejack x fem reader? where the reader is like rarity

YESSS I LOVE AJ SHES MY WIFE FRFR🥺🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

!!NOTPROOFREAD

-FEM READER X APPLEJACK

-READER ISNT REPLACING RARITY OR ANYTHING DONT LIKE THAT IDEA BUT READER LIKES TO MAKE OUTFITS AND DO MAKEUP IN HER FREE TIME AND RARITY TAUGHT HER HOW TO DO THESE THINGS

-I WANNA MAKE THE READER A LITTLE AIRHEADED SO SHE WILL HAVE STUPID MOMENTS PLS DONT HATE ME😰🙏🏽

-FLUFF

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Thanks sugarcube..

APPLEJACK

I was out in the mall today getting stuff for tonight's sleepover with Applejack! Every three weeks we try to have a sleepover and this week was finally that week!! I had an idea we could do face masks and watch a movie and braid each other's hair!! It's be such a nice thing, I always look forward to having these sleepovers with applejack especially now that I have developed feelings for her, and who could blame me? I haven't had many suitors but none of them could have made me fall harder Than Applejack, She is sweet just like sugar, she is kind and thoughtful towards everyone, She's the most honest person I've ever known and she's sp strong she's willing to your pain and turn it into comfort, I realize that I stopped just think about her and I forgot I was in a line for buying everything we needed and I rush to the register apologizing frequently.

I exit the taxi and walk to my house opening the door and closing it making sure its locked I put my bags in the living room and walk to the kitchen grabbing a bag of popcorn and setting the time in the microwave as I waited I noticed I still had applepie that applejack brought me a few days ago since she was making pie delivers and made to much, and decided to heat some of that as well, I hear the popcorn finishing up and serve it in a bowl and start heating up the pie and I leave the kitchen and get the face masks and sleeping area and hairproducts and I use the already cut up cucumber that u had and use the as eye masks Rarity told me it helps reduce puffiness in the eyes and makes it feel refreshing!! As I had everything set up I feel as I forgot something, what was it?... THE PIE, I rush to the kitchen and grab the pi out of the appliance and quickly drop it feeling my fingers getting slightly burned and I go to run it in cold water "phooey.." I say in resentment I guess I really was the airhead of the group forgetting this ever happened I go split the pie in pieces and use a rag to take it to the living room to cool down and decide to take a quick shower and change into pajamas.

I exit the shower and dry myself off putting my silk pajamas on and taking my hair down and blow drying it for a while and I put some oils in my hair before I hear the doorbell ring Applejack had just arrived! "Coming!!" I exclaim and go to check the door and open it "Hey sugarcube!!" Applejack smiles holding her sleeping bag and bag of stuff u smile back and give her a hug but she struggles to hug me back with her stuff in her hands "Here I'll get your stuff come inside!!" I take her bags out of her hands and walk inside and she walks inside as well closing my door, I set her sleeping bag down next to mine and set her other bag down as well and ask her "Okay! so I got face masks for us let do that first?" Applejack looks at me nervously but agrees and I pat the spot on the couch next to me "Uhh --- what excellent are you putting on my uhh face?" I chuckle and say "It's a face mask hun it's not gonna hurt you!" I notice she blushed a little but I shrug it off "Whatever you say sugarcube" she says and I start to blush too, usually she calls everyone she cares about sugarcube but something about her calling me that makes me blush, after applying the mask I put the cucumbers on her eyes and her eyebrows burrowing "Now now what are these for??" She asks "Rarity says that cucumbers help relax and reduces puffy eyes!!" Applejack shrugs and says "Sugarcube I have no idea what your talking about but as long as your enjoying the sleepover" She rests her hands on her stomach and I blush at what she said "As long as your here I'm having fun Applejack!" I say happily and supirse her with another hug and returns the hug squeezing me tighter due to her strength but I don't mind I feel more than comfortable in her embrace, minutes go by and it was time to take off the masks so I take off the cucumbers and my mask "Hey applejack we can take off the masks now!" She takes the cucumbers off and takes off the masks handing it to me I go to throw the masks and cumbersome away but she comes out of no where and says "Wait gimme those cucumbers!" I look at her questioningly and she eats the cucumbers "Applejack that's nasty!! Those were just on my eyes!!" I give her a playful shove and she laughs "They still taste delicious!!" She says and I scoff " If you were hungry you could have had some pie, I still had pie left over!!" Her face lights up and she smiles "Let's have some then come on sugarcube!!" She takes my hand and sits down on the couch taking a slice of pie and scarfing it down, I laugh and eat pie as well "Well now its time to watch a movie what do you wanna watch hun?" I ask and she tucks a piece of her beautiful blonde hair behind her and and checks the movie selection before choosing a scary movie "This one!!" She exclaims and I gulp and smile weakly playing the movie anyway.

A girl screams and I yelp and look away from the TV and squeeze applejack and my face stuffed in her chest I could hear her heartbeat faster, Applejack wraps her arms around her and blushes "Sugarcube you alright?" She asks and I say "The movie is just a little too scary for my taste.." She chuckles and puts a hand on my cheek "Wanna do something else then?" I blush hard and nod "You wanna braid eachothers hair?" She nods and smiles and I smile back and get the hair brush and oils and a hairband Applejack takes off her hat and holds it in her hand and I take the hairband and brush her hair out and apply hair promoting oil on her hair since she has such beautiful hair she should continue to grow it! I start to braid her her and we just talk about our week she had told me applebloom was grabbing chicken eggs for the coop and one angry hen chased her out and that she had to stop her from crying, poor girl I remember one of our sleepovers where at Applejacks house and while we where in her room and chicken was outside her window and screamed so loud I fell out off bed, not fun. "Poor apple bloom your chickens are vicious!!" Applejack laughs harder and says "Pretty much!" I finish her braid and I ask to hold her hat and she agrees giving me her hat and I put it on her head and bring her hair to fraim her face she looks at me the entire time and I make eye contact and she looks at my eyes then my lips asking for permission I nod and she cups my face and kisses me, it was magical her lips were soft and she must have had lip balm the tasted like apples because that's all I could taste I wrap my arms around her waste and she wraps her arms around my neck and we break the kiss "I didn't know you liked me back.." I say she lifts my chin up and we make direct eye contact "Of course I do sugarcube, you perfect and shine like gold in my eyes, I'd like to make you mine if you would.." I give her another kiss and nod " I do I love you Applejack" she smiles and says "I love you too ---" after that she braided my hair and we bring our sleeping bags closer together and before we go to sleep she said to me "Thanks sugarcube.." I look to her and say "For what?" And she smiles pecking my lips "For making my wish come true.."

[atlasalexanderwrites]

IMAGINE...being there with Arthur when he goes to Thomas Downes for his payment and interfering before things can go too far (preventing Arthur from catching TB)

WORD COUNT: 953

WARNING: none that I can think about, Arthur may be OOC some.

OTHER: reader is gender neutral; no gender specifics given to the reader so your choice!

A/N: the brain rot is real with RDR2 and with Arthur Morgan; I've been feeling icky for the last few days and the others in my house are all coming down with stuff so I needed a comfort character aka Mr. Morgan himself.

A/N2: I've been wanting to write an alternative to the scene where Arthur gets sick where...well...he DOESNT get sick. Originally, I attempted writing him as more low honor Arthur and then instead got this instead lol

A/N3: ENJOY!

“Arthur stop.”

“Arthur this has gone on long enough.”

“ARTHUR DAMMIT!”

Your weren't overly, physically strong by any means, but your partner wasn't in his right mind and was swinging blindly at the poor, frail man he had pinned to the ground. Arthur wasn't thinking clear enough that you were able to knock him to the ground and off of the man who immediately rolled to the side and started coughing, blood splattering all over the ground.

You held a hand to Arthur's chest, praying like hell he had the sense not to start swinging on you as well. “Mr. Downes, I am so sorry about this. I…it seems the heat has gotten to my partner. Is there somewhere that we can speak, calmly and peacefully?” The man had been upset the entire time you and Arthur had been there. Whatever reasons he had for borrowing from Strauss, you knew that you and Arthur didn't have even half of the story. And while you ran with the Van Der Linde gang, the last thing you enjoyed doing was swindling poor people who clearly were unable to repay the loan.

“Arthur, go clean your hands off. Now. And stay with the horses.” You demanded, openly glaring at him and silently warning him against arguing with you.

He grumbled and spat at the ground, but knew you well enough not to push his luck.

You waited for him to stomp off before turning back to the Downes family. 

They were watching you with hesitation and distrust, which you couldn't blame them at all for, but you could also see something hidden just beneath the surface. Something akin to hope.

You sat with them for over an hour, listening to their troubles and how they had ended up this way. They truly were just misfortunate souls who had landed on bad times that seemed to only get worse.

Mr. Downes was sick. Really sick.

It had affected his ability to work as he once had. Taking aloan from Strauss had felt like the only thing to do at the time. Even if the man knew it was a bad idea.

“Get well, please. You won't hear from myself or my associates again.” You promised, biting back the raw anger building in your stomach for Leopold Strauss. What the hell had that man been thinking loaning to these people?

He's a fraud. Just like the rest of us in the Van Der Linde gang. Liars, cheats, and no-goods.

How could you have expected anything but this?

“Feeling better?” You asked Arthur, coldly, as you met back up with him at the horses.

“Oh don't start with me. What the hell was that back there? I nearly had the payment.”

“You nearly guaranteed your own death, Morgan, don't get an attitude with me. That man is sick, his family is struggling, have some…some compassion. This isnt you, Arthur. You're not a thoughtless, careless asshole who beats up the helpless.”

“Oh what the hell do you know about me?”

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up into your horse's saddle, “I know you’re better than this. I know you're not meant to be the next Dutch. And I know that all of this eats away at you at night; whether you want to admit it or not.”

Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah well, you think you’re so smart, dontcha?”

“Smarter than you’re acting,” you grit your teeth and pulled at your horse’s reins to turn away from him, “Get your head out of your ass, Arthur, and stop trying to act so damn tough. The others might like you like this, but I don’t. And I can think of a few others who don’t either.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Arthur was sitting atop his own horse now and rode up alongside you. He was still upset, but his tone was lower and more gruff than anything else, “I was handling things just fine back there.”

“Sure, Arthur.”

“I didn’t need you to step in.”

“I know that, Cowboy.”

“Will you stop answerin’ me like that?” A sigh slipped from your lips as Arthur’s hand suddenly reached across the small distance between the horses and wrapped around your wrist, keeping you from taking off and trying to force you to pay attention to him. “You’re still too soft on people, ya hear? He knew what he was getting into when he accepted Strauss’ loan.”

Meeting his gaze, you nodded and responded with, “Yes, he did, but people make mistakes, Arthur, and it shouldn’t be met with a stiff fist to the face. He’s ill, Strauss took advantage of that. Thomas Downes and so many more are simply trying to get by. Just as we are. It doesn’t matter now. The debt is settled, I’ll handle things with Strauss.”

It was easy enough to see the look of thought behind Arthur’s blue eyes, and you could tell he was thinking over everything that had happened and all you had said. Finally, he nodded stiffly and let go of your hand. “Alright then, Partner. I’ll follow your lead.”

“Really?” You questioned, brow raised.

Arthur shrugged, “Don’t sound so surprised. Don’t I always do as you say?” His tone had returned to a more teasing nature, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in amusement.

“No, you don’t. If you did, we wouldn’t always end up in these situations.”

Humming, Arthur rubbed at his chin and asked, “Would you have me any other way?”

A laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it and this time when you rolled your eyes it was out of fondness instead of irritation as before. “No, Arthur Morgan, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

*

Hey! I hope you all enjoyed! If so please consider liking and reblogging! Thank you!

Please stay safe!

~ Atlex Writes

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various crps x reader who struggles w/ self care

I miss old creepypasta fandom sometimes (unrelated to the post)

Characters: slenderman, eyeless jack, nina the killer, masky

Notes: reader is GN, can be read as romantic or platonic, very self indulgent for the admin but hes keeping it mostly open/vague so those can also enjoy this, admin uses any pronouns for nina

CWs: none

SLENDERMAN

still in love with the idea that hes not fully aware of your needs as a human but hes knows the bare basic minimum- something about him not being a human himself and not regularly interacting with them to know what to look out for blah blah blah/lh

notices youre a little more down than usual and he does his best to find out whats wrong- are you sick? tired? hurt? is his human okay? its kind of like seeing someone fret over their pet, except its this old cryptid and his human friend

mostly stands off to the side and quietly passes you some water and snacks, keeps your glass full so you dont have to keep getting up- or a bottle of water if you would prefer!

though its not unlikely for him to get more assertive with his care, he might just pull you away from bed and try to get you cleaned up. if you let him hes going to be doing everything for you

will interfere with outside things so you can have a day to yourself to rest and recover (ex. fizzing out work calls, messing with any electronics if anyone is bothering you, ect ect, god forbid someones actually making you feel horrible on purpose)

EYELESS JACK

very good at reminding you to drink water and take your meds (if you have them), i like to think that sometimes he lives vicariously through you because you can still eat human foods and that bleeds into generally what you need to put in your body-

what i mean to say is that he is great at keeping track of things for you if you struggle with it! time, energy, or just not having the motivation, hes making sure you get what you need even if you cant do it yourself

does his best to get you some extra boost of vitamins and stuff in an attempt to boost your energy/mood, obviously he knows its not going to be a magic fix but its better than nothing.. hes the one cooking though! for reasons that align with the first bullet point!

very straight forward and blunt when asking if theres anything wrong, he can come off as disinterested or annoyed based off of his tone but genuinely hes trying his best to help you open up... jack himself isnt used to opening up so he doesnt have much experience being gentle and soft

brushes through your hair before you both go to bed

NINA THE KILLER

nina can be a bit of a hypocrite when it comes to this sort of thing as they tend to not... take very good care of themselves.. though its mostly out of not remembering to keep to a routine

does her best to get you to go out and do something with her that will eventually lead to you taking care of yourself in some way- asking you out for lunch or doing an activity that gets you extremely messy so you have to go take a shower

if your lack of proper self care is caused by any personal struggles you may be facing, nina makes it more than clear that you can go to them to talk

easily the most non judgmental person ever, you can tell her nearly everything and shes not going to think of you any differently

opens up about her own struggles to make you feel less alone

THE monarch of reminding you to take your meds, if you have them

MASKY

watches you from the side like a cat, kind of just keeps an eye on you throughout the day to make sure you're still kicking

will push a plate of snacks and your meds to you- like a cursed little charcuterie board!

he would make you a meal but ignoring the fact hes not a good cook at all, he feels it would be easier on you to just have snacks.. better something than nothing

will keep you in bed if youre tired or sore, will keep you pinned to him if he needs to- you might just take it as him wanting to cuddle...

and he never cuddles so to you this is a once in a blue moon experience!

or do you need to get up and stretch? hes going to do something to get you up, be it pestering you until you come to get him to pipe down or trying to get your assistance for something

might even lift his mask up next to you to get you to brush his teeth with him

[bearyzdiary]

Dead Girl Walking

Francis x Reader

This diary entry contains…Suggestive|Friends to lovers|Based off dead girl walking from heathers|Francis is a loser|They don’t fuck| Reader wears a skirt|Francis is a teenager in this| Virgin loser Francis| A oneshot where Reader isnt a baker shocking| Not the best written|

A/N: Me and my friend watched heathers and I really really loved dead girl walking and thought hmm who would it fit and instantly thought oh Francis since i feel like i should write for him more since i wrote alot about simon. Im sorry if the ending isnt the best i was running low on ideas on how to end it off but i hope you guys enjoy it the best you could.

You nearly tripped over your own boots as you mumbled as you pushed your hair out your face. You wished you never went to that stupid highschool homecoming game party. You ended up drinking too much, crowd surfing and puking all over one of the populaur girls.

You don't remember what you did before to make her really hate you. You just wanted to loosen up a bit have fun but ended up making a fool of yourself.

A part of you felt relived at the fact Francis didn't come. You would rather walk over a nail bed barefoot then let your best friend see you act a mess.

You stumbled around the neighborhood you knew Francis lived in. You were slowly sobering up as you sipped a water bottle you bought at a local gas station.

You didn't know what to do exactly as you noticed the familiar colored house stand out too you the most. You realized the best thing to do before your life was ruined was spend the night with Francis. You pick up the pace as you began to make your way closer to his house.

Cutting through his yard as you avoided stepping on any twigs that would cause unwanted attention. You snuck to the side of the house as you stopped at Francis's window.

The stupid thing had a lock installed after his mother decided to install them. You knew how to break locks like the one on his window thanks to him teaching you. You stopped for a second to think before shrugging and snapping the lock.

You pushed up the window as you struggled getting inside as you fell onto the ground with a thud and a groan. You sat up as you rubbed your head before getting up.

You closed his window before wincing at the fact the lock was now broken. You shook your head before turning to look at Francis who was stirring in his sleep.

You step closer to him as you slightly wobble. The alcohol wasnt fully out of your system just yet as you stood over him. You smile as you brush a piece of his hair out of his face. It was clear he was in need of a haircut but you didn't mind. You placed your water bottle on his nightstand before turning your attention back to him.

You knew that you really liked him. Even if people didn't understand why, You just felt very attracted to him. You felt safe with him and you could be yourself when your around him.

Everything about him made him more attractive than the rest of the guys at the highschool you both attended. You did everything with him, Talked about everything. It was never a dull moment between you too.

In the middle of your thinking, Francis slowly began to wake up as he noticed you just sitting there, Staring at him. He jumped up as you backed away. "Holy shit (y/n). you scared the fuck out of me" He said as he squinted his eyes before sniffing. "You reek of alcohol and sweat." He said as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well yeah, I went to the homecoming party and kinda... embarrased myself" You admitted as you messed with your skirt. Francis moved to turn on his side lamp before you stopped him. He looked at you confused on why you didn't want some light but you just shushed him.

"Is your mom home?" you asked as you moved to sit ontop of him. He shook his head no before licking his lips. "No she went out of town to see some of my family" He said as he looked at you confused. You nodded as you looked at the clock on his bedside table.

"Are you still a virgin Franci?" You asked as you slightly pushed his shirt up as he choked on his own spit. "well uh yeah" He said as she watched the way your pointer finger swirl around the area just before his waistband to his sweatpants.

"Do you still wanna be a virgin?" You asked as you moved your finger down just a little bit as you kept eye contact with him. Francis swallowed before shrugging. "Weird question, i don't know. I haven't thought much about it to be honest" He said as he slowly moved his hands to rest on your waist.

You slightly rock your hips as Francis bites at his bottom lip. "I can help change that if you would like." You say as you moved your hand up from his belly towards his chin as you pulled his face closer to yours.

Francis nodded slowly as you smiled and placed your lips onto his. His lips tasted fairly like the cupcake flavored chapstick you bought him. As you pulled away, Francis look a little worried. It was easy to tell what he was wondering. "I'm on the pill if that was what you were thinking" You said as you twirled a piece of his soft hair around your finger.

He nodded before opening his mouth. "Not only that but like i said, I'm still a virgin. I've never fucked anyone to know what i'm really doing" He said as he looked away. "Then i'll just teach you, No big deal" You said as you patted his shoulder before moving your hands back to his stomach.

It was silent as the both of you kinda just looked at each other, Not knowing what to say. You tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear before leaning in again.

Francis closed the gap as he pulled you closer. He helped you get your clothes off only leaving you in your underwear. You helped him get his clothes off. You never dreamed in your life you would be sitting in your best friends room, Half naked making out.

You pulled away before smiling. "Have i ever told you how much i adored you." You asked while panting. Francis shook his head as he licked his lips. "I've always adored you. Your such a nerd and you dont take smack from most people" You say as you looked over his facial features.

"I also..i've always adored you too. Your so pretty and you were always there for me through everything." Francis said. You smiled as you grabbed his hand before giving it a tight squeeze.

"So..what do you wanna be" You asked. Francis squeezed your hand before sighing. "I wanna be yours" He said as he placed his hand on your hip. You smile as you lean back in while moving your hand to undo your bra.

Francis grabbed your face as he helped you. The rest of the night was perfect for the both of you. You both got your feelings off your chest. You didn't have to worry about fucking up your friendship. Francis held you in his arms as the sounds of your heavy breathing, The sound of his fan slowly spinning around the room.

You let out a heavy breath as you felt safe in francis's arms. You didn't even care about what happened monday. You were glad that you had francis all to yourself for the weekend.

[hardsellingit]

haiiiiii i haven't had a chance 2 watch 2days duel stream yet but here's some songs that remind me of tr characters/ships :33 (incomplete list cause i was working with just the songs i had downloaded on my phone w/ no wifi):

pangili:

- I Want the One I Cant Have by The Smiths (also to an extent pilukey)

- I Know It's [ver by The Smiths

- It Ain't Me Babe by Bob Dylan (specifically maybe ilip to pangi?)

- Hold Me Like a Grudge by FOB

lukey:

- What She Said by the Smiths

- Barbarism Begins at Home by the Smiths (tw for corpral punishment used against children (the song itself is specifically refrencing corpral punishment faced by children in british schools that was only banned in the 1980s))

- Meat Is Murder by the Smiths

- My Back Pages by bob dylan

- Blowin' in the Wind by bob dylan

pangi:

- That Joke Isnt Funny Anymore by the Smiths (pangi is so suicidal i fear)

- Jackie Down the Line by fontaines d.c.

- Maggie's Farm by bob dylan

- Rebel Rebel by david bowie

- it's alright ma (i'm only bleeding) by bob dylan

- suffragette city by david bowie (in the sense that this song was an encapsulation of bowie's wrestling with his own bisexuality at the time (and his decision to disgard his love for men, embodied by "henry", for women/hetronormative ideas, i.e. "there's only room for one/and here she comes") and i think this is an intresting parallel of trpangi's own discovery of (i hesitate to say struggle but. idk im trying 2 think of a suitable english word and coming up empty lmao) his own bisexuality)

- space oddity by david bowie (very corruption arc coded 2 me)

- serve the servants by nirvana

- the sack of troy by michael levy

- anthems for a seventeen year-old girl by yeule

newt:

- well i wonder by the smiths (specifically newtkey)

pangkey:

- the boy with the thorn in his side by the smiths

- there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

- it takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry by bob dylan

- big exit by pj harvey

- moonage daydream by david bowie

- rock 'n' roll with me by david bowie

- so real by jeff buckley

- save a horse (ride a cowboy) by big and rich

ace:

- big shot by fontaines D.C.

- blasphemous rumours by depeche mode

- angel by massive attack (this is on the playlist cc!pili made 4 him and oughhhh its such a good song)

pilukey:

- closer by NIN

(also pangkey rpf:

- homesick at space camp by FOB)

(also also Early Sunsets Over Monroville by MCR is such a Glassy Eyes somg 2 me,,,,)

[soz about this absolute yap of an ask lmao,

-@realmrooikat ]

WOAAHHHHHH OKAY YAY. FANTASTIC PICKS!!!!

the pangi ones in particular omg nail on the head... the pangili ones too waah and well i wonder for newtkey. . . . .

I know most of these songs (big the smiths fan. i see we seem to share this) so not really much for my main likes LOL but my realm playlists... this will feed them so well...

THAT IS SUCH A GLASSY EYES SONG OMG... shitttttt i gotta finish the next chapter. damn. im inspired. blows up

peak taste omg

also does anyone have a link to the playlist ccpili made i seem to have missed that lol but if that song is in there. that's my fav massive attack song. wa

[daily-singularity]

Hello. I am here to ask you about their paralells and how insane they make you. Pretty please... you're the only one feeding us the good food...

Going insane. white knuckling my pen and paper. I will do my best to make this coherent, apologies in advance if its a mess!!

In the simplest terms both Gabriel and Hux are carbon copy assembly line units created by Huxlee industries for the purpose of colonizing planets and prolonging the human race.

Gabriel is a tool just as much as the Huxlee units are.

"Each individual was manufactured for a different societal function... The idea was to create a functional society that would operate flawlessly." - Gabriel Soma BIO

"Unlike human clones, the HUX-A7 required no food, no water, no sleep, and no life support system. It was created specifically for outer space exploration and the construction of colonization hubs." - HUX-A7-13 BIO

Gabriel was specifically designed by Huxlee for planet colonization. Outside of his time on Dvarka, I gather that Gabriel was in a permanent deep sleep/cryostatis. All of his memories of his family and childhood are fabrications- he has no real life or directives or experiences outside of his work on Dvarka.

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Both were under the threat of termination, or reprogramming should they fall out of line.

"Dmitri’s not trying to help… he’s trying to get me to stop asking questions. What does he know? What’s he hiding?" - Tome 16, Memory 2998 (Gabriel Soma)

"It remembers its objective. It must assist the crew in terraforming Dvarka. Failure to do so will result in termination."- Tome 16, Memory 2665 (Hux-a7-13)

When Gabriel first starts noticing discrepancies in his memories, his crew's medic writes off his issues as "problems that dont exist", and gives him a drug that fogs up his senses. Its a clear attempt to force him back into subservience, a message of "Stop digging or else".

We're never able to find out what would happen to Gabriel if it became known that he found out about the fact hes a clone, but I gather he would be removed from the project. Terminated so he wouldn't spread panic.

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After Gabriel finds out about the fact he's a clone, it's a lot harder to get more direct info on his mentality, since thats where his Memory archives end.

Neither of them have much experience with free will.

Due to the fact that both Gabriel and Hux were taken by the entity near immediately after learning they were a clone/gained sentience, it isnt much of a stretch to say that neither of them have experience with a sense of individuality.

Gabriel learns that his entire life has been a fabricated lie and then is immeidately shoved into a killing game. He doesn't really get that chance to come to terms with who and what he is before having to fight for his life.

Hux on the other hand, had more time to digest his new worldview. He was able to start forming his own desires and wants even if they were as simple as "Kill the inferior human worms who created me", or abstract as wanting to "the remake the universe in my image over infinate lifetimes"- whatever the fuck that means Hux. Its really unfortunate that he barely begins to form these desires before theyre all stripped away from him and he is once again forced into subservience.

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I was gonna put like idk an insightful little footnote here, but i spent absolutely way to long writing this post. Anyways. Gabriel and hux are both tools struggling with a sense of self while being forced to kill or be killed.

Also. can Behavior please fucking explain to me why Gabriel was waxing poetic about the beauty and godliness of the machine that he watched slowly kill his entire crew, like goddamn ogling that machine, then he exploded it. and then like. went "ok damn still godlike."

I just wanna talk with whoever wrote this please. what was. what does this mean. i need to know.

"It had fabricated a new body for itself. Part flesh. Part silicon. Part human. Part machine. Massive. Powerful. Beautiful and majestic like—

An ancient God."

"Gabe raced across the meadow and into the forest. When he looked back, he saw the HUX emerge from the flames and smoke. Burning. Melting. Shrieking. Deformed. Terrible and wrathful like—

An ancient God"

[qoldenskies]

Hello!!

My apologies for not commenting on your recent canary continuity updates, I did read them and I very much enjoyed!!

I thought it'd be easier to make a tumblr account to ask questions, interact, and support your work more readily than my usual "I'm here, I'm here!!" comments. Apologies if they've gotten dry lmfaoo

I am unsure if you've answered this before, but may I ask what your writing process is? I've made a pseud on ao3 in preparation for some major ideas I have, but for literal years I've enjoyed the ideas and concepts I think up, while being unable to understand how to write them into scenes, and of course stitch those scenes together smoothly. Of course, nothing is as beneficial as personally practising and developing my own style, but if you don't mind sharing tips, advice, etc. I'd greatly appreciate it!

Sorry for my waffling, warbling, yapping.. I'll try to be as active on tumblr as I am on other platforms ejzbwbshebdb

- Basil

OMG HI!!! your "im here" comments always mean a lot to me because i do notice the absence of consistent commenters and it makes me a little sad lmfao (and also worried like .... was i less impressive. do i need to lock in. do i have extreme social anxiety and like fourty other issues? probably yes to all three /silly)

i stg can my computer trying to convince me its spelled "forty" idc if im american that will NEVER be correct knock it AWFFFF

OKAY OKAY

i think a really good piece of music can go a long way for getting ideas. i discovered and rediscovered a lot of music while making cc, and honestly it really helped me plot out a lot of big scenes,,, imagining little animatics to music is surprisingly a net positive for me LOL

after that i tend to just write down every big thing i have plans for; it's not bad to start with only one scene! in a very very early draft for canary continuity, the curse was originally meant to account for the attack at the end of CL, and it was always meant to go EXACTLY like that. i cannot remember exactly what changed my mind and made me decide to do slowburn, but i actually think it was in the wake of CU doing pretty well i was like "what if i played around with the premise but his insecurities were actually right" and now here i am. 180k words into this thing.

anyways

when it comes to oneshots (and longer chapters, in the case of the final two CW chapters) i tend to just make a checklist of what i want for the scenes and kind of shuffle them around until i find something cohesive. for multichapters, i tend to do a checklist of things i want to happen/establish/progress per chapter; for the first ten chapters of CW or so, it was mostly me wanting to address certain things before going forward and getting into the meat of the plot. sometimes these things can be wildly different, the point is just seeing if i can string them together into a coherent chapter, especially if im going for something that isnt so action-packed like the case is for a good portion of CW haha

and if im struggling with it still, sometimes i'll write a full summary of a chapter kind of like id be describing/summarizing an episode of a tv show i watched. i get unserious with it sometimes, its okay to be silly.

and for dialogue-heavy scenes i DO recommend scripting before filling out dialogue tags/actions/etc!! it helps keep the conversations directed and coherent, for me at least. and sometimes it makes it get longer and longer which ngl i consider a treat ... Content,, im thinking all of wwww is going to be written like this first, i'll just include action and stuff in my script. i'll see how it turns out!

ALSO recommendation from me to you, its a winning formula when REALLY starting projects that you dont have to start with a bunch of exposition. in the case for both canary continuity AND coming undone i just kind of slapped the reader in the middle of a scene and it turned out just great!! the setup doesn't always have to be super detailed and can always be fleshed out in later scenes. i notice writing a good beginning is always the hardest thing for me so that's the best advice i can give LOL

sorry im not sure how helpful this is, but here's what i got! i just kind of do whatever works and i take a lot of notes for my ideas, which are usually pretty. lol deranged and scattershot

[rockyfr0g]

my thoughts on "writing on the wall" by will stetson (as someone who relates to kaveh an unhealthy amount)

(ill preface this by saying im not good at separating headcanon and canon, especially when it comes to kaveh, and im not the best at understanding songs at more than face value cause im autistic but i just have so many thoughts on kaveh and this song and aaa)

firstly, the differences between the three choruses. i love how it encapsulates the devolution of both his mental state and how he views his work. in the first chorus, hes careful and precise, taking a lot of pride and happiness in his work, excited to see the completed project and overall enjoying working on it. whereas the second and third choruses hes been beaten down and rejected more and more by clients, failing to understand his vision, he feels more and more trapped by his creations. but still he holds his pride in them because if he loses that, he'll lose everything hes worked for. at first hes able to ignore the "writing on the wall", but as it gets harder and harder to please his clients or be able to afford what he wants to do, or even to create his visions, the writing becomes harder to ignore. as for what the writing means, im not too sure. but my idea is that the writing refers to the voices of doubt or dissaproval (both from his own thoughts and others comments), as well as the little criticisms when a client asks to revise his design once more. all of the negativity mixing within his own confidence in himself and his art, culminating in the writing on the wall. it represents the thoughts he desperatly tries to keep hidden until it gets too much and overflows (the end of the song).

secondly, i wanna talk about the actual music video. ive only watched it the one time for now, but here are my thoughts on it. the transitions between choruses and verses, and how it becomes redder and more exasperated the longer the song goes on to me feels like a really good expression of kavehs emotional state during the song. how the lines between him as a person and as an artist are slowly blurring, as he feels like hes becoming one with his buildings. being "trapped" by them.

another thing i love about the song is that its JUST focusing on kaveh. it isnt kaveh and alhaitham, it isnt 4ggravate. its all about kaveh. which is rare to see, especially within fandom space where i find kaveh is often diminished to just alhaithams partner, roomate, tormenter, whatever. so its really refreshing to see someone focusing solely on him and his problems without regard for anyone else for once, i love it. it gives you more of an understanding of just how much kaveh struggles, not only when it comes to his professional life, but his personal life too. we see how he struggles to balance keeping his aesthetics and pride while also trying to adhere to what the client wants, with "the right way takes a toll" showing how no matter how hard kaveh does try to keep this balance, it often gets toppled over and his ideas are more or less ignored in favour of something simpler. the balance is something kaveh struggles with throughout the whole song, but it becomes more prevalant in the last couple minutes. as for how he struggles personally, well the song mentions "the bigger the sorrows to drown", hinting at kavehs struggle with alcoholism and his use of alcohol as an escape from the voices and torments hes subjected to by his mind, turning to numbing his feelings with alcohol and often ending up worse off, physically or mora-wise. his alcoholism specifically isn't something i see people talk about a lot as its often glossed over or treated as just one of his quirks, when its evident that it is a serious problem, hes jsut so used to it at this point that he doesnt present it as such.

apologies, this kinda stopped being about the song itself and more just about kaveh and my own thoughts in some parts. but i hope its an interesting read at least!!

[zedif-y]

hi!! hope you're having a good day! :D

as a zedaph Expert, i wanted to ask for your opinion on how you would characterise him? i feel like i have a vague idea on what he's like but putting it into words is hard...

it's okay if you don't answer btw!!

Hello! took me a bit to get to this ask, my bad! honestly, I struggle with writing his character as well, but I've accumulated some random notes over time that I think might be helpful :]

Notes under the cut, because it's long NDNDND

-his jokes tend to be very witty. his humor isn't sarcastic, he just Says stuff and then moves on. Scar said once that zed's the kind of person where you'll just think huh, yeah, that Is pretty funny! so sometimes his jokes are the kind where it takes a second for you to process it. they're also pretty Out There DKDNDKD

-noises. so many Noises.

-he likes to make jokes at his expense (ex: not having friends, wetting himself, i'm an idiot, etc etc)

(SIDE SHIPPY/CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP NOTE: between him and tango, tango would be the more openly "sentimental" one, in the sense that zed is more likely to make jokes about them not Actually being friends (one example is "we've been friends for too long" + the tango bit in the blockumentary video) despite the fact that Yes, Obviously they are close. I MEAN TANGO HAD AN ANSWER FOR THE "HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN FRIENDS" QUESTION)

(EXTRA EXTRA NOTE: he and tango have a very similar sense of humor. (kind of obvious but . still!) they also like to make fun of each other)

-zed's voice goes Down an octave after laughing too much + he gets teary-eyed from laughing pretty easily.

-not a character voice note, but! zed isnt a very confrontational fighter . he prefers using potions to weaken his opponent before attacking with his sword. that being said, if he knows he's screwed, he just straight up Runs.

-zed is able to remain more level-headed than tango when it comes to puzzles. where tango is very goal-focused and gets frustrated/confused when things don't work out the way he expects, zed tries to work through them step by step instead of trying to solve it in one go. (tango is better at logic puzzles and zed is better at more Visual ones, he needs a good mental image of things)

-he makes connections you really don't think of, most times. he also doesn't like doing things the Normal, Boring way, though if you watch at least one of his videos that becomes apparent Fast.

-despite his silliness, he's actually pretty damn smart!

-he's a pretty affectionate, touchy guy! (based off of when he met skizz for the first time irl<3)

[confusedbuddyboi]

This is my first fic agere stuff, so I wanted to try espresso and Madeline, cause I can see them in my mind easily. :] btw this isnt edited so spelling errors possible and likely. This is inspired by the winter snow! It's made me excited! Also lmk if anyone's got ideas or such for other stuff! My ask box is always open even memes.

Fic under cut!

/I'll start this with saying I'm horrendous at guessing ages in general not even regressing. So most of my regression ideas here aren't based on specifics of ages and how they grow, but how a charather generally might act. Espresso seems like someone who even when regressed likes to try and be “a big kid” the main thing is regressed hes more open to offerings of help and general silliness. He also relaxes and is a lot less stressed\

Espresso was staring out the window, distracted from there work for a long moment. It was a gentle flurry, but the snow has been layering like powdered sugar on everything. Espresso realized they hadn't even realized the snow starting, he didn't mind the cold however. Being made with espresso kept him warm so he could really soak in the sight.

He never admit it but the winter weather made him a bit giddy. He always thought of when he would go out and play in the snow with his siblings. Latte would help build a snowman while cappuccino would be found making snow angels. Espresso had been much younger than his siblings but minus snow ball fights he never felt left behind in snowy fun.

“Ohhh espresso!” A joyful voice sang turning the corner seeing espresso turn from their window watching. Normally when Madeline came in espresso would jump, like a bundle of nerves, or scold him for being so sneaky when coming in. However right now espresso simply hummed, tilting his head a bit tired as always however.

Madeline gave a gentle “ah” as he realized espresso was likely regressing. Sometimes it was hard to tell, as espresso tended to fight it off wanting to work. Thankfully for Madeline the snow made espresso more willing to slip to a younger mindset without fighting it. “well, would you like to bundle up for a bit of time outside?” “you just got back from patrol though, your probably freezing” Madeline shook his hand in a ‘dont worry’ gesture. “I'll change into better layers and warm up while we but you in some winter ware,” he smiled “besides the hot chocolate taste better after a winter walk”

Eventually Madeline got his layers on first and quickly. He came back to espresso trying his best to put on the layers himself. He got the shirt and pants on fine, but was struggling with the zipper on coat. He was starting to get huffy as it didn't connect properly at the bottom. Madeline came over espresso likes to try and do big things on his own. “Can I help you buddy?” Espresso pouted wanting to get it done himself, trying once again not answering.

“Hey, you got your layers on. I'm proud of you but even big boys need help. Like I might need you to hold my hand to help me down the stairs, theyre a bit slippery!” it a moment but espresso let go of the zipper “ok”. Madeline knew it was better to tell espresso he was a big boy, or else he might get fussy. Even as a little he was always trying to be self-sufficient.

Eventually they made it out the door “hold my hand till we down the stairs ok? I don't want us to fall!” espresso beamed happy to help. “Here be careful ok! I'll be watching you!” Espresso decided to flop down and start making a string of snow angels, he looked over and urged Madeline over. “Make some too!” Madeline was cold, but with how espresso beamed excited trying to make a big circle of them, he couldn't resist.

Eventually they finished them and espresso giggled. Giddy with the masterpiece they made. Madeline brushed off the snow stuck to him and espresso before letting him explore a bit more. The snow wasn't wet enough for snowmen which made him a bit sad but settled on drawing in the snow with a stick.

Eventually espresso had enough outside, and headed inside. Madeline kept his promise of hot chocolate, letting it cool down before he put it in a sippy cup. Espresso was beaming bringing his coat to Madeline having taken off his layers. “Look! I got it off on my own!” He said excited. Madeline ruffled espresso hair a bit. “Great job! I got some hot chocolate to warm you up.” He was surprised when espresso held out the coat. “Could you put it on the rack?” Madeline smiled a bit and took it, “sure bud. Here yah go” espresso took it and darted to the couch and it's covers. “Thank you!”

[devondeal]

For the weird Star Wars ask, questions 1,4,7,8,10,11,14,17,18 and 20 😌😘 Have fun

Oooo good ones. Also hard ones 🤣

1. Qui Gon Jinn. Love or hate? Discuss.

I love Qui Gon Jinn. I love how calm he is and how contemplative he is. This doesn't mean I can't see his flaws though. Regardless he is a one of the coolest Jedi the prequels have introduced, I just wish fans wouldn't put him on a pedestal. Let characters be flawed and wrong sometimes, it's ok I swear y'all.

4. Do you prefer the prequel, original, or sequel trilogy, and why?

God this is a hard one. Original is more nostalgic for me, like I watch them for comfort since I watched them when I was a kid all cozy with hot cocoa and blankets and just adoring the characters and twists. But the prequels are just so meaty and entertaining with the flashy visuals and meme humor.

It hurts to choose but I guess I'll go with prequels cuz I do engage with them more in fandom given how juicy they are. That's not to say the OG isnt juicy but the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is kinda hard to beat there.

7. Dumbest Star Wars moment

God so many to choose from 🤣 but yeah Jar Jar stepping on shit then immediately getting electrocuted. I may have the order wrong on those sequence of events but either way... dumb.

Honorable mention: Jabba's CGI band with Roach and Miss Lips Close up. Just thinking abt it makes me laugh. Like George what were you on? 🤣

8. If you could ask George Lucas one question, what would it be?

I would ask him how he would continue Leia's story after the OG trilogy. I just always felt she deserved more in depth character exploration and I'd want to know his POV on that.

10. If you could pull a George Lucas and sneak into Disney Plus to edit any Star Wars scene, what changes would you make?

I'd take a away the "No... NOOO" from the Vader scene in Return of the Jedi. Just takes away from the suspence of if he will save Luke and ruins it for me. That's really it. Not much of an edit since it wasn't there to begin with. So an un-edit?

Next, I would edit some squeaking noises for C3PO during the Luke and Leia kiss, maybe an "oh my" even though he wouldnt be sure why he didn't like it 🤣 maybe some background dialogue for him and and R2 abt it.

11. Who would you want as your Jedi Master? (Why)

Luke Skywalker. I feel like he would really help with my confidence issues with his tendency for positive reinforcement. And he's nice and calm so he wouldn't trigger my anxiety. But still enough discipline so that I stay sharp and on it which I also need as a scatterbrain. I feel like because he started as a scatterbrain himself, he'd know where I was coming from.

14. BESIDES THE ROTS NOVELIZATION, what is your favorite Star Wars book?

The Approaching Storm is just a chock full of Jedi fun. It gives you an idea of what Jedi are meant to do and you get to see familiar characters in a more relaxed (for Jedi that is) setting.

17. Pick one Star Wars line to describe your life, what would it be?

"All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. What he was doing."

This Yoda line about Luke very much described me for a very long time. I've always felt and sometimes still do. I tend to live in my head and struggle with being present. I guess Qui Gon's line about being in the present applies too.

18. What is your favorite piece of Star Wars merchandise that you own?

Oof I can't narrow that down to one. So it's gonna be the Ahsoka doll you gave me 😘 also the Savi's lightsaber I made. My Lego collection is huge but I have a soft spot for the Tie Fighter and Luke's Landspeeder cuz they were what got me back into Lego since my childhood.

Literally any Lego clone minifigure.

20. Please describe in as much detail as possible the signature scent of Ewan McGregor and/or Obi-Wan. (Are they different? Probably)

Omg, really making me think like a straight woman eh? 🤣 Idk or care what Ewan smells like even though cool dude. Obi Wan... hmmm....

Tea leaves and really faint raspberry. Why? Cuz the nerd eats them off the Jedi Temple gardens. Just seems like a raspberry guy to me. His robes are always clean so probably fresh laundry. His hair smells like puppy breath idk.