#like is it a perfect show?? obviously not

[suiana]

yandere! bully who has a big fat crush on beautiful and absolutely perfect™ reader.

he's the stereotypcal bully. shoves people into lockers disney style, disrupts class to bully the low paid lowkey depressed teachers, gets thrown into detention for smoking on school grounds...☹️

"you're disgusting."

"fuck my stupid chungus life"

that rejection stung. he physically feels sick now and he's on the verge of throwing up... well, it's also not really him feeling rejected in feelings per say.

just a total rejection of him as a person.

you look at others with a polite smile and an obviously practiced demeanour. but with him? oh... the way you stare- no, glare, at him like he's absolute vermin, lowest of low trash...

it's like he shouldn't even exist to you.

"do you like me?"

"get the fuck out of my house."

yeah, so he's a loser. what's new? he's already broken into your house a couple of times to try and rizz you (total 10/10 baddie that he doesn't deserve), as well as stalk your socials... and maybe even irl but like!!!

if you don't like him he should just go for it! not like you'll ever give him a chance... right?

"can you give me one chance to show my devotion?"

"no."

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PELASE PL-"

i mean, he gets it. why would somene as perfect as you want to be with him? you probably get confessions from tons of other people everyday... like the student council president... or the hot nerd in your class...

yeah...

so anyway!

he decided to egg the houses of people he's threatened by 💀

aaaannnd he decided to steal their plans to woo you :3 flowers? here! he picked them out from the president's garden! nah don't worry, if he tries to get you in trouble he'll take the fall! cute library date? so yeah, he organized a study hangout at the library JUST for the two of you and is surprisingly... shy? sitting a comfortable distance away and sneaking looks at you through the thick ass book he's definitely not reading. homemade bentos? to everyone's surprise, he's a really good cook and made you a super duper cute bento that has your favourite characters in it!

and no, it isn't poisoned.

"d-d-o you want to go out with me?"

"no."

"☹️"

la mao!!! wait till bro realises you don't date people who break into your house!!!!! or maybe... you're into that??? we'll find out when you mysteriously wake up in his bedroom!!!!

[luna-azzurra]

How to Write a Character

↠ Start with the basics, because obviously. Name. Age. Gender. Maybe even a birthday if you’re feeling fancy. This is step one because, well, your character needs to exist before they can be interesting. But nobody cares if they’re 27 or 37 unless it actually matters to the story.

↠ Looks aren’t everything… but also, describe them. Yes, we know their soul is more important than their hair color, but readers still need something to visualize. Do they have the kind of face that makes babies cry? Do they always look like they just rolled out of bed? Give us details, not just “tall with brown hair.

↠ Personality isn’t just “kind but tough.” For the love of storytelling, give them more than two adjectives. Are they kind, or do they just pretend to be because they hate confrontation? Are they actually tough, or are they just too emotionally repressed to cry in public? Dig deeper.

↠ Backstory = Trauma (usually). Something shaped them. Maybe it was a messy divorce, maybe they were the middle child and never got enough attention, or maybe they once got humiliated in a spelling bee and never recovered. Whatever it is, make it matter to who they are today.

↠ Give them a goal. Preferably a messy one. If your character’s only motivation is to “be happy” or “do their best,” they’re boring. They need a real goal, one that conflicts with who they are, what they believe in, or what they think they deserve. Bonus points if it wrecks them emotionally.

↠ Make them suffer. Yes, I said it. A smooth, easy journey is not a story. Give them obstacles. Rip things away from them. Make them work for what they want. Nobody wants to read about a character who just gets everything handed to them (unless it’s satire, then carry on).

↠ Relationships = Depth. Nobody exists in a vacuum. Who do they love? Who annoys the hell out of them? Who do they have that messy, can’t-live-with-you-can’t-live-without-you tension with? People shape us. So, shape your character through the people in their life.

↠ Give them a voice that actually sounds like them. If all your characters talk the same, you’ve got a problem. Some people ramble, some overthink, some are blunt to the point of being offensive. Let their voice show who they are. You should be able to tell who’s talking without dialogue tags.

↠ If they don’t grow, what’s the point? People change. They learn things, make mistakes, get their hearts broken, and (hopefully) become a little wiser. If your character starts and ends the story as the same exact person, you just wasted everyone’s time.

↠ Flaws. Give. Them. Flaws. Nobody likes a perfect character. Give them something to struggle with, maybe they’re selfish, maybe they push people away, maybe they’re addicted to the thrill of self-destruction (fun!). Make them real. Make them human.

↠ Relatability is key. Your character doesn’t have to be likable, but they do have to be understandable. Readers need to get them, even if they don’t agree with them. If your character never struggles, never doubts, and never screws up, I have bad news: they’re not a character, they’re a mannequin.

↠ You’re never actually done. Characters evolve, not just in the story, but as you write them. If something feels off, fix it. If they feel flat, dig deeper. Keep refining, rewriting, and letting them surprise you. That’s how you create someone who feels real.

Now go forth and write characters that actually make people feel something. And if you need a reminder, just ask yourself: Would I care if this person existed in real life? If the answer is meh, start over.

[windyremedy]

title: i’m gonna marry her anyway 💍💥

tags: swearing, fluff, silly, protective dad, timeskip, childhood friend reader

Bakugou wasn’t the type to befriend people, if anything others stuck to him even when he shouts and sneers at them to go away. Yet there was one girl from pre school that remained by his side, one that didn’t annoy him as much as the rest, one that respected his space when he needed it, one that wore a damned smile that buckled his knees weak, and that girl was you.

The two of you grew up in the same neighborhood for the most part. He remembers the time you moved in being something he didn’t really care about on the inside and…well..he showed it on the outside too. Leaving a not so great impression on your parents, namely your father, when his parents came to greet the new family settling in the town. That moment marked the start of Bakugou’s troubles in the future.

Throughout the years you weren’t exactly the best of friends but somehow you two always seemed to end up near each other like magnets. One time there was a school event where it was a requirement for students to pair up and since you were already around each other he just dragged you to team with him. Better you than one of the other cluster of dummies.

“Oi, c’mere.”

Were the words he spoke and you listened without complaint. Heck you even grinned when he called you over. Flustered he tried to remain steady in his emotions, he didn’t like not being in control of his feelings and you just break it without even knowing. So to get it done and over before you see his reddened face he pulled you to run faster in the three legged race. Not being the most gentle during it and the audience in the stands might’ve pointed for passion but your father noticed something else, something brewing and it’s safe to say he was not a fan of it and that he was also right in his assumption.

When Bakugou finally asked you to be his girlfriend during your third year in middle school. The relationship was kept on the down low. With no one knowing a thing that was happening between you two. The sneaky glances from each other’s desk was quick enough for no one to notice. The kisses under the bleachers and the hand holding during bus rides.

Really it was all going very well, too well in fact. So of course when you two were making out in your bed. After Bakugou sneaked in through the window to your room, due to probably rushing for time finally alone together, your father had caught you red handed as the door was not locked properly. Dropping the plate of fruits he had cut for his sweet angel and there a devil was tainting her! He didn’t come for a while after that.

Anyway as years passed you two were still a couple much to the dismay of your father. Your mother on the other hand didn’t think he was too bad. His reputation with her grew when he’d help cook in the kitchen during the time he’d come over for dinner. He also was so so gentle with you she noticed, opening doors and holding your seat out. In her eyes he was perfect for you! 100/10!

So when the time ultimately rolls around he gathered the courage to ask your parents for their blessing.

“No.”

“Oh stop it. Don’t listen to him Katsuki.”

Now obviously It was an immediate no from your dad but at least your mom was super supportive of it. Telling him to not listen to your old man and while sure he could have gone ahead and went through with it after that but he still wanted to get your dad’s approval. If he’s gonna be your husband he’s gotta do his due diligence to ensure not just your relationship with him is great but also your parents.

Time and time again he asked for so long. Some with prepared speeches, others on the spot feelings which were really difficult for him to say. He did it anyway for you but he hadn’t gotten it and he would’ve tried more times if not for you finding the ring underneath the bed when you were cleaning your shared bedroom.

By the time your wedding rolled around nothing was more important than you anymore. Bakugou didn’t care if your father liked him for you, he loved you and that was it. If he didn’t see that then so be it.

Standing in front of you at the altar, seeing you in the dress of your dreams, the girl he once thought was slightly less annoying was now the person he cared for most. He hated being weak more than anything in his life but you're the one person he didn’t mind being weak to. Still being able to render him speechless with your existence alone.

He didn’t even know what he did to deserve you and for a quick moment he thought about how easy your father would’ve answered. But when he looked in the crowd after your shared kiss. He saw it, the approval with your father nodding at him with a defeated but accepting expression as you wrapped your arms at his side, smiling at him, with the look of love.

He did it.

TwitTwit

firecrackernews: CONGRATS TO THE NEWLY WEDDED COUPLE!! *pictures from the small private wedding from a family friend’s instagram*

— endox81_: wtf he has a gf

— icyp0t: correction he has wife now

— baller4life: ngl childhood friends to lovers is my trope

— xplosionmite: what if I just die? HUH???? WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEE

— re1leenut: CUTIES 😚😚😚💕

— candyyumm: nah your man is gone

— katsuismyhub: fck my life

— redriotofficial_: IT WAS SO MANLY!! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BAKUGOU’S!!!!

— ty.diaryc: ariana what are you doing here? 🤨

— bruntdynam: that’s his best bro

— mizriot: @reddriotofficial_: I WANT YOUR BABIES ‼️

[cameronsbabydoll]

hi cutie ok i love ur account sm everything you write is absolutely AMAZING and just your theme and the vibes are so cutesy ughhh!! not to mention you’re unbelievably active.. and the stuff you write is still top tier quality 😭 you’ve probably already did this prompt before so ignore if you have !! do you think rafe would let reader have friends over on her birthday? or would he insist it’s “her special day” and she should just let HIM spoil her (mostly with gifts and his cock, obviously)

Rafe would absolutely take a very possessive and indulgent approach to your birthday, especially considering his dark, controlling side. He’d see it as the perfect opportunity to spoil you—but on his terms.

In his mind, it’s your day, yes, but that also means it’s his chance to remind you how much he takes care of you and how much you belong to him. So, if you wanted to have your friends over, he’d probably allow it, but only with a series of conditions and with him controlling the narrative.

Rafe would let you have a little bit of space for your friends—maybe a quick brunch or a light afternoon activity. But as soon as your friends leave, it’s his time. Before you even think about gathering with anyone, he’d probably have arranged something for you to pamper yourself beforehand—something he deems fitting.

“Go get your nails done at the best spa in the city,” he’d tell you in his smooth, authoritative tone. “And while you’re at it, get a wax. You’ll need it for later.” He'd raise an eyebrow, that smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

By the time you get back to the penthouse after your spa day, the place would be perfectly curated with all the things that fit your aesthetic. He’d know exactly what you love, and nothing would be left to chance. The place would be filled with vintage Barbie dolls, Sonny Angels, Sofia Coppola merch, and delicate coquette tops and trinkets that make your heart flutter with excitement. It’s not just a gift—it’s an experience he’s built around your desires.

You’d walk in, stunned at how perfectly he’s crafted the space just for you. A quick glance at the mountains of gifts, and your breath would catch. He knows exactly how to make you feel like his princess—but not without reminding you of your place.

Rafe’s spoiling wouldn’t just stop at the physical gifts. As he watches you enjoy the presents, there’s this feeling of satisfaction in his eyes. He’ll definitely get a thrill from seeing you so excited over everything he’s gotten you, all while subtly reminding you of his control.

“Do you like all of this?” he’d ask, his voice low and knowing. “I did it all for you, baby. Now, take it all in.”

And of course, he won’t just let you bask in the gifts. He’d expect a reaction, maybe even a kiss or two, as you show your appreciation. He’d slowly strip you of your coquette tops, getting closer to that perfect moment when he can admire the wax he paid for.

By the time the gifts are opened, you’re probably feeling like you’ve been thoroughly spoiled, but Rafe isn’t done. He’d pull you close and, with that insistent touch, he’d start to inspect your skin, making sure everything is exactly how he wants it.

“You look so perfect,” he’d say, his fingers tracing the smooth skin he’s so proud of, a dark gleam in his eyes. He wouldn’t be shy about reminding you who’s responsible for every single detail of your day.

He’d definitely inspect you carefully, his touch lingering as he praises you but also maintaining that subtle dominance he thrives on. It would be a mix of tenderness and possessiveness, a moment where he could feel ownership of your body in the most intimate way, all while treating you like the precious thing you are to him.

The night would go exactly how he wants it to—him pampering you in every way he can think of, from the physical indulgences (gifts, wax, pampering) to the more intimate parts (his hands, his touch, and his complete control over your time and attention). By the end of it, you’d know exactly who you belong to, and it would be a mix of indulgence, pleasure, and subtle reminders of how Rafe likes to make every moment about him, even when it’s your day.

All in all, Rafe’s reaction would definitely be a combination of indulging you completely while still keeping everything under his control. He’s the kind of guy who loves to spoil you, but it’s always with that sense of ownership in mind.

[tune-on-in-folks]

I actually like this a lot! (and totally not because I am also socially awkward.)

Vox doesn't attend the Overlord meeting, one because Alastor's there; but two, he'd be in public and he'd have to talk, and he doesn't have a script for that!

He puts on a front with everyone he's interacting with. We see it when he has to go see Valentino. "Just another day with Val, hey, hey, hey! Fuck my life." And he also seems to put on an act for Velvette, just in the way he interacts with her. He portrays this type of character for them that he doesn't seem to be.

He's always putting on an act, a show. Always performing.

Vox tells Valentino that their brand is "perfection." He wants to portray to the public that the Vees, but mostly him, are perfect. Which is where his little hypnosis power comes into play.

He obviously dreads dealing with the paparazzi, he's frowning before he deals with them before putting on that showman act. And once he's done with his peice, he hypnotizes them so he can make a swift exit, and keep them compliant. But he can't hypnotize Alastor.

When he does face Alastor in Stayed Gone we see him start cool headed. "Top of the hour! We're discussing a certain has-been. Who has been spotted cavorting around town....Did anybody miss him? Did anybody notice? More on tonight's program!" It's an intro to Vox2Night, his show, where he obviously writes the scripts, and has them practiced.

He's eloquent at the start, using rhymes and being witty. But as soon as Alastor joins the song that all goes out the window because now they're off script. His eloquence suddenly becomes desperate attempts to stop Alastor, barely insulting him. "What a dated voice!" And "...he's the shit that comes before that!" And my favorite, "you old-timey prick!" But most of what he says are interjections, "come on!" Or "oh please!" Or "hold on!"

Vox is flashy and in your face, but it's typically in a way he can control. Editing is a thing after all. But when he's doing a live broadcast? Welllll, not so much. He wants to control what everyone thinks of him all the time. What his business partners think of him, what the public thinks of him. It's all about control with him, and Alastor takes that control away. Just by seeing though him, by tripping Vox up.

And Alastor does all of that with a cool confidence. He's not flashy and in your face, but rather cool and collected. He's very similar in certain ways to Vox. (Wanting people to acknowledge that he was gone, wanting to know the theories, etc.) But he's also very different in just the way he holds himself.

All this to say, I agree. Vox is an anxious outgoing introvert and Alastor is a calm confident extrovert. Either way they both like attention and control.

You won't be able to convince me Vox isn't introverted/socially anxious in some way. We don't see him leave Vee tower once during S1, he only talks to the paparazzi with a plan to control the narrative and then mind controls them into accepting it, and his preferred medium is something he can both control entirely and is usually scripted, meaning he knows exactly what topics will be discussed or what anyone else will be doing so he can prepare a reaponse in advance (Vox2Nite).

Plus, he has the "if all else fails hypnotize them" backdoor cheat to his powers.

There's a reason that, as soon as he went against a foe who wasn't following his very clear pre-prepared script and who he couldn't see to hypnotize into letting him control the narrative, he immediately fell apart.

Alastor and him are foils because Vox is very flashy and in your face, but he's using it to hide that he needs tight control over everything or else he'll fall apart. Alastor, however, relies on his personality being the draw, and he's excellent at rolling with the verbal punches.

Vox is an outgoing anxious introvert, and Alastor is a more subtle confident extrovert, and both of their mediums reflect this. Vox needs to distract you so you don't notice anything even slightly amiss, and Alastor needs to entertain you so you don't get bored without something to distract you.

[swanlakebaby]

obsessive ex-girlfriend | pjm

→ summary: every night after work, you drive over to jimin’s neighborhood to watch him in his apartment as he follows his usual nightly routine. this night, however, something different happens. → pairing: bts!jimin x obsessivefem!reader → tags: smut, risky, obsessive ex, bts jimin, masturbation, dildo, stalker, ex bf, ex gf, jimin → word count: 1.3k → a/n: i had read a book recently with a similar set of events unfolding and had an idea to form my own story off of it with jimin :) i hope you enjoy! and no, i don’t condone stalking irl. LOL.

you twist your key into the ignition, turning it off. the cars headlights and lights fade to complete shade of black, leaving the area surrounding you in the darkness of the night. perfect. you reclined the seat to a comfortable position and lay back, looking over at the set of toys you brought with you on the passenger seat. deciding you don’t need those just yet, you reach down into your tote and grab out a pair of binoculars instead.

you adjust the zoom slightly and scan his apartment. his lights were on but you couldn’t see much activity going on inside. his kitchen was empty but there was steam rising from a boiling pot on the oven. it wasn’t like jimin to leave food cooking like that unattended. your binoculars landed on the flashy marble island counters, reminding you of all the times you had made out with him there, him propping you up onto the counter with your legs wrapped around him as you hungrily mashed lips. your heart melted at the memory, but you quickly pulled yourself together and continued looking around his place.

it was difficult to make out the living room scenery. the TV flashes different hues as different frames of some TV show played on the big screen. there were no shadows moving about in the room though, so you figured he wasn’t in there. he could be in the bathroom, somewhere private. you thought to yourself. a twinge of guilt tugged at your heart as you realized what you were actually doing. you hated when you got in these moods. it was like a part of you actually felt bad for jimin when you did this. however, it wasn’t the type of guilt that would make you stop driving to your exes apartment each night after work to watch him do things, whether it be cook, clean, watch tv, nap, it didn’t matter. you sneakily watched through your cheap amazon binoculars and masturbated to it every time. it was too addicting and you hadn’t yet been caught, or atleast reported as a suspicious person in the neighborhood. you knew very well that you wouldn’t stop until you had been caught anyway.

in the middle of your thoughts, you see a flash of white from the corner of your binoculars. you whip your head to the right, your eyes landing on jimin’s bedroom. he stood tall, standing in front of a mirror it seemed like. he was brushing up his hair, very obviously fresh out of a shower. your heart leaped at the sight, very excited to watch him tonight. please undress. you repeatedly whisper as you zoom in on him. it was like he heard you as he began untying the white robe wrapped around his body. the robe delicately dropped to the floor and jimin stood there, facing the mirror. i can’t believe my luck. he’s completely naked. you think to yourself. without taking your eyes off of him, you reach a hand out to the passenger side of the car and grab a dildo.

realizing you hadn’t remembered to undress before beginning your watch party, you place down the binoculars, eager to get back to your live show. you hover over your seat and grab at your panties, impatiently pulling them down to your ankles. you shift in the seat a little, pulling your leg up and around the arm wrest sat in the middle of the driver and passenger seat. your legs were as open as they could be now. you grab the dildo and your binoculars, trying to find jimin again. he was gone.

frustrated, you slide the dildo inside of you anyway and begin to slowly tease yourself. it wasn’t until you focused your attention back into the kitchen that you realized he hadn’t really gone. he was still naked and stood at the stove, mixing in whatever was boiling on the oven. he reached forward and twisted the knob, turning off the oven and pushing the pot back onto another burner. you followed him as he then made his way to the living room. he grabbed a few blankets and began fluffing them up, laying them over the couch. you felt confused watching him. still following him, you watched as he went to his bedroom and around the side of his bed, bending over and grabbing something. you were unsure of what.

his hands full, he walked back into the living room and placed these items onto the coffee table. you swallowed hard at the realization that he had brought a bottle of lotion, lubes, and some tissues. there’s no way, right?

jimin reaches down and visibly sucks in a breath. as you pan down lower, you notice that his hand is wrapped around his dick. you couldn’t believe what you were witnessing. jimin, with his other hand, grabbed the lube and squirted it onto his dick, rubbing in it. he began jerking himself off slowly and you could easily tell he was enjoying it. you’d seen the face of him squinting his eyes and his lip quivering everytime you had engaged in intercourse with him. you knew it all too well.

you began fucking yourself faster now, going the same pace he was. you wished for nothing more than to be in the apartment with him, naked and on your knees, helping him pleasure himself. for a moment you hoped he was atleast thinking of you too. the juices flowing out of you quickly made the dildo sticky and slick. you used this to fuck yourself faster with ease, as jimin was now pumping away at himself. his chest was beginning to glisten under the warm lighting of his apartment as small beads of intense sweat began trickling down his chest.

he looked so hot, standing there and pleasuring himself like no one was watching. but the truth was, you were. you felt special in a way. that you were the one to be able to sit here and pleasure yourself to him. jimin threw his head back, his body stiffening as he continued the same up and down motion on his dick. please cum with me. you say out loud as if he could possibly hear you, speeding up the pace. you squirmed uncomfortably as an orgasm was nearing.

jimin goes limp, his chest rising and falling quickly. he had came. shortly thereafter, you moan out in pleausre, curling your toes as an intense orgasm flowed throughout your body. you pushed your head into the headrest of the seat and dropped the binoculars onto the car floor. you felt out of breath. it felt like you had just made love to him, and now it was all over. the only thing left to do was pick yourself up and go back home, like as if nothing had happened.

you bent back over and reached for the binoculars, fixing up your panties and slipping your shoes back on. the dildo was wet now, but unlike jimin, you didn’t bring any tissues with you. you figured you could just clean it at home and grabbed the binoculars one last time. you zoomed in, and froze immediately.

jimin had a confused expression on his face as he stared out of the window, down at something, seemingly you. before you could do anything else, he shrugged and finished tying up his robe again before disappearing somewhere into the apartment. i don’t think he realizes it was me. you say to yourself as an attempt to stop yourself from spiraling into paranoia. as you drive off, you go over tonight’s events. how lucky you were to catch him at a time where he decided to relieve himself. you watched him every night, but had never caught something like this.

when you get home, you decide you’ll wash your toy. as you scrub it clean, your phone beside you lights up with a message. you freeze as your eyes impatiently skim over the message.

“why are you watching me?”

[sneakyevillurker]

Observer/pred couple where the observer helps the pred eat unwilling prey and gets off to the sounds of the agonizingly slow digestion, gradually realizing how much they want to be in there even knowing it’d be painful and permanent…they love the pred, love hearing the pred’s sated noises and listening to the noisy gut, what better way to show that love than to feed their hunger directly? Only to find out that since they were the first willing prey, they get turned into sentient fat, layered over that soft belly and able to hear and feel those gurgles forever more… bonus points if the pred somehow realizes the situation and gets way more handsy with themself to show appreciation for their former lover-turned-lunch making such a “generous” sacrifice 😍🫠

WOW.... like this is GENUINELY a scenario I enjoy SO MUCH and discussed and thought about a lot. Like with someone who I'm close to who also likes vore like wow tjis is actually perfect. im glad i get to talk about it here !!!!! Thank you for the ask ... also disclaimer theres some talk of sex in this so yah. Be warned ...

You have a couple who's been together for a fairly long time, basically knowing everything there is to know about each other, including their more *peculiar* interests. With the main subject here being vore, obviously, but with the pred initially not knowing they can eat people. One day, the couples in bed together, getting hot and heavy with each other, with part of the foreplay being a little vore role-playing, talking about how good they observer would feel sliding down their throat, how full they'd make their gut, all the usual stuff you can imagine. But for whatever reason (humor me a bit, i suck at writing LOL), this time the pred somehow manages to get their partner halfway down their throat before realizing what was going on, managing to cough them back up before they accidentally ate them.

The pred would be initially shocked and horrified at nearly DEVOURING the love of their life, obviously not expecting to have almost swallowed them whole, the obsever not nearly as shaken up by the experience, somehow seeming invigorated by nearly getting a tour of their partners digestive tract. After the shock of almsot getting swallowed whole, the two would discuss what happened, coming to the realization that their once impossible fantasy is now possible! From there, they'd discuss possible ways of getting the pred meals, ways where you could easily get someone back home with you, with the observer happily assisting their partner in these endeavors. They'd start going out to clubs, letting the pred attract the attention of any soon to be meals, singling out people they'd figure would be easy to catch. Pretty quickly, you'd have creeps getting a little too handsy at the bar getting lured away somewhere private, a bathroom, the alleyway outside anywhere without prying eyes, watching.

The pred would get them alone, promises of a good time getting their soon to be meal to isolate themselves, with what they though would be a kiss turning out to be something much more deep and intimate than that. The pred would savor the taste of their catch, the obsever quickly helping keep the prey trapped by holding down any errant limbs that may cause trouble, encouraging the pred to gulp them down, pushing them deeper into their partners mouth to help finish the job. The pred would manage to scarf down any would-be suitors, waddling away with the help of their partner as they'd make their way back home, eager to spend time with each other after such a successful night out. It'd start off with shock, the realization that the pred actually managed to eat someone, followed by praise for doing so by the observer, as they quickly get their hands on the preds gut, much to their pleasure, and their meals displeasure, squirming and screaming to be let out as the couple enjoys their unwilling participant for the night.

It'd start off with the obvious, belly rubs from the observer, quickly loting up the stuffed organ as they help soothe their partners' bloated belly. Even though they managed to get them down, it doesn't mean it feels too great, with how stretched the meal had made their stomach, the fine line between a nice, filling meal and feeling like you're about to burst would be thin, the observer doing their best to ease the feelings, kneading away at their partners gut to help melt down their meal, kissing and massaging it as they tell them how fun it was getting them a meal. From here, things would go from bad to worse for the meal, with not only how tight and cramped their temporary prison was, the stomach acid dripping onto them and pooling underneath them, but things would quickly growing hot and heavy between the couple, the pred using their belly as make shift support while their partner helps turn their meal into mush another way, thrusting into the pred from behind, grinding against the preds ass as their belly presses down onto the floor, crushing their meal. The person would scream and squirm during all this, doing little more than sending up the occasional belch from the pred, as their environment grew worse and worse, soon being unable to struggle as the last of their energy is spent, crushed bemath the weight of two bodies and the constant grinding from said bodies, soom getting tuened into an unrecognizable mush inside the preds gut.

Fast forward to the next day, and the pred has EASILY an extra 40 pounds, their clothes straining against their newly fattened body, both the pred and observer being INCREDIBLY pleased with the results of last night, and deciding to continue doing what they did. Imagine this going on for however long you want, with the observer enjoying every pound the pred puts on, playing with their chubby belly, groping their widening hips, telling them how beautiful they look with such a soft face, howcute the stretch marks they'd gotten were, ect. They'd then start growing more and more enamored with the idea of being the one trapped in their partners' gut and melting into more of them, having nearly been the first one to do so, they'd decide to one day ask to be eaten by their partner, with the the pred initially being apalled at the idea of it, not wanting to digest them like they had nearly done before, but with the observer saying how much they care for the pred, how much they enjoy being with them and love them, and how they never wanna be apart from them, the pred would soon relent, agreeing to eat them, much to the observers (zoom to be preys) delight. They'd set up one last special night together, a nice night out, with a romantic dinner for the two, the pred having one last treat to top the night off. They'd talk about how much they love and care for each other, how they're glad they met each other, every romantic thing you could imagine, before returning home to one last night of passion between the two, each enjoying the gains the pred had made with the observers help, before the inevitable conclusion of the night came, the pred offering one last time to not eat the obsever, withnthem refusing.

The pred would be slow and sensual with their partners' devourment, making sure to treat them with love and care as they took in their flavor and shape, making sure to get every little detail about them in their head before they ate them, with their prey enjoying every second of it, moaning and squriminh inside the preds throat as they feel themself being sampled like any other meal to pass between their partners lips, soon meeting the same conclusion as every meal does finding themself curled up inside their partners chubby gut. The pred would rub and caress their belly lovingly, feeling their partner squirm and moan as they took in their new home, their prey seemingly enjoying it more than they had expected, the prey also being surprised at just how *good* it felt inside, having heard the yelling crying of their partners previous meal, they'd anticipated a painful ordeal, only to be pleasantly surprised by the opposite! The pred and prey would soon fall asleep, knowing that by tomorrow morning, only one of them would awake, both knowing the prey would be nothing more than an extra layer of chub adorning the preds body, another size up, another stretch mark on growing figure.

But to the surprise of both parties, both of them would wake up the next day, albeit in MUCH different conditions. The pred would initially wake up, slightly sad about last nights events, rubbing away at their slightly fatter belly. Although they were happy to have their partner be part of them, they were sad that wellz they were gone, or so they thought.

(SORRY to interupt if you were enjoying the read so far.

SO. I LOVE sentient fat a lot, but there's like. Two separate ideas of it i enjoy that are slightly different. One being a more obvious sentience wuth the prey being sble to talk to the pred, sort like a voice inside your head situationz the other being a more passive role, with the pred feeling the preys presence on their body, a warm feeling here, a jiggle oit of nowhere there, the body reacting to the mention of said prey, ect. I kinda wanna write about both, maybe soon i will BUT here like. Voice in your head one!!)

They'd hear a voice in their head, at first thinking they were imagining it, with how it sounded EXACTLY like their partner,but as the voice grew clearer and spoke more, they'd realize, their partner was still there!! Albeit as nothing more than fat padding out of the preds body. They'd squeeze and rub at it, giggling at the preys response, saying how wonderful it felt as the pred gropes and squeezes at their fattened frame, smacking their belly a bit as they say how happy they are to still have them with them, to their preys agreement. They'd have to find new clothes to accommodate their new passenger, but itd be well worst the cost of being able to keep their partner with them

UGHHGGG i cant state how much i love these kind of scenarios in vore. My sub-par writing skills dont do my thoughts justice when it comes to writing about stuff like this,but even so i hope u enjoyed the writing. I need to sleep now but i couldn't get this out my mind. So Good night all again i hopeyou guys liked...

[asexual-fandom-queen]

Listen, Doctor Odyssey does a lot of stuff that pushes the envelope for representation, so I will make it clear that I don’t think they’re doing this on purpose (because some things I do think they’re doing on purpose) but actually, I think it’s so interesting to consider Ray as a clue to the audience that Max is also autistic. 

I’ve talked about my autistic Max headcanon a bit before. He’s obviously very driven and focussed about things he’s passionate about, like medicine (a special interest, one might even call it) and because his career in medicine has allowed him to rise to a certain social standing, from the outside, you could easily mistake him as being very comfortable socially, but when you actually watch him, you see that it’s the opposite. Max has gotten by his whole life masking. And you can see where that mask starts to chafe when he deals with Tristan and Avery, who want things from him that go against all the societal norms he taught himself so religiously to uphold, regardless of what he might actually want. 

You can see it right now in the way he’s fumbling to handle Avery‘s pregnancy the way she wants him to. He has the script as a doctor that he uses with pregnant people, and you see it trip him up time and time again that it’s what he’s falling back on when that’s not what Avery wants or needs from him. And you can see how much that frustrates him when she calls him out and he realizes that he’s messing up.

Then you see it in the way he interacts with Brooke. I feel like when you’re really looking for it, it’s so obvious that he’s struggling to separate chemistry that is about a shared interest from sexual chemistry. Not to say that he and Brooke don’t have sexual chemistry, but just that he’s clicking with her so well as one surgeon to another, and that kind of shared energy is intense and hard to separate from a romantic advance, especially if you’re the kind of person who maybe deep down doesn’t fully mesh with the whole idea of monogamy.

So you have this moment where Tristan says about Ray point blank “I didn’t realize” and that’s the confirmation for us as viewers that this show respects the diversity of its characters and doesn’t need you to clock a character as autistic right away for them to still be autistic.

Anyway, this might not be coherent because it’s late at night, but that’s my two cents. In a perfect world if I were in the writers’ room, Max would absolutely be autistic, and the process of unmasking and exploring his sexuality and entering into a polyamorous relationship would all be going hand in hand in hand. 

[lotuzies]

VAMPIRE REALITY 𖥔 pinterest tour

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ hello! you were just now invited to come and take a look into the reality where blood tainted fangs are more than just a myth. where one's biggest nightmare is another's purest love.

note: this is much better viewed in light mode

── .✦ overview :

O1. louise 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ let's start with the basics, the star of the show — me! louise virelli-sanguis, daughter of lord lucien & lady seraphina of valora. my enchanting, almost hypnotic beauty is enough to strike through anyone's heart. now, talking about the actual face claim (@/lavbackpack on ig), she was the perfect choice! we are actually quite similar in terms of our features, so i felt like it wasn't too big of a change.

O2. boyf 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ ultimate heartthrob, park sunghoon, the famous figure skater of the human kind. we met at a festival held in virethia, my birthplace, where the bond and harmony between vampires and humans is celebrated. he was wandering around, presumably lost, until he stumbled into me. love at first sight never felt so real, so right.

O3. poki 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ my child. pets are common between vampires, such as black cats, owls or even bats. most black cats living in virethia are the ones neglected in the human world, that's why they're most of the feline population here. poki, the one gifted to me around 150 years ago, has been my trusted companion ever since.

O4. closet 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ obviously, i am entitled to the best (and biggest) selection of clothes. cutesy outfits in dark color schemes for casual outings, grand show-stopper beautiful dresses for important ceremonies or parties, silk pajamas for a feather-like sleep and statement accessories for some spice.

O5. weapons 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ some of the vampiric population volunteers to go on certain missions on the other side to ensure virethia's safety (and wealth). due majorly to boredom and lots of convincing from my friends, i decided to join this group of people. obviously, i don't own all of those weapons — as i prefer scythes and sickles — but the pictures are an illustration of the most commonly used ones by my teammates.

O6. belongings 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ things one would definitely find if spent enough time rummaging through my bedroom. lots of make up, books and my diary, fuzzy stuffed animals, accessories, candles, perfume bottles... all things you'd expect a cliché teenage girl to own.

O7. valora 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ valora, the land ruled by house sanguis is, for me, synonym of home. the most populated town, city of innovation, where the founders of virethia once resided. it's a gleaming city, really, bustling markets, massive factories, the oldest of monumental structures and wonderful workshops where revolutionary ideas come to life. think something close to... dark london streets.

O8. elysium 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the true beauty of virethia is the foundation of elysium, land ruled by house caelum. elymians are known to value art in its every form, such as painting, sculpting, philosophy, etc. ethereal gardens, opulent palaces, art galleries and libraries here and there, all places any artist could gather inspiration from. very similar to the streets of rome.

O9. noctis 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⊹ the eery land of noctis, ruled by house mortis, also popularly known as "the scary ones". full of secrecy involving everything about dark and sometimes forbidden magic, it's landscapes are the closest to what humans mostly assume as the place vampires would live — towering black spires, haunted forests and shadowy lakes accentuated with a thick and misty atmosphere.

── .✦ final notes : i love love loooove this reality with all my heart!!! and even though it was a pain in the ass having to use my laptop to make this post (stupid photo limit), i still really enjoyed this whole process. let me know if u want me to make my pinterest boards public if u need inspo/visuals for a similar dr (this is still a wip tho, i'll def add more pins and sections in the future). anyways, thank u if u reached this far! byebye & go shift ! ><

[inanimateinsanitywiki]

okay enough smacking the blue chipmunk's corpse with a stick time for my actual review of the remaster so far

i liked it!! i understand why some people didn't, but i feel like it found a good balance between new and old dialogue and jokes. it feels more like a refurbishment than a full blown ship of theseus situation. i definitely noticed it's a lot faster paced than the original, but i feel like that's a mix of both the crew getting better and snappier at writing, and modern cartoons being faster paced in general. i can definitely feel the absence of how genuine the original felt, however. the remaster feels a bit too self aware of the fact that it's doo doo ass and often feels like it's winking and nudging at the audience. i don't know how that could have been avoided though, unfortunately 💔 i do like the new jokes added in their own way though! you still get the feeling that the cast is a bunch of freshly formed homunculi instead of the well-rounded people most of them ended up becoming. i say most because. looks at salt. don't worry guys salt character arc in s4 trust

by the way since i'm sure you're all curious how Knife Guy feels about his new voice, i like it so far!! you can tell it's a different person, but it doesn't feel jarring. that's honestly impressive given how distinct knife's voice is, but they surprised me with how on-point's bow's voice was in the finale, so i guess adam's just gotten good at recasting characters after having to do it approximately one shitillion times over the past 14 years. (also i think knife's new va is a trans woman like bow's current va? trans women are carrying this show's cast at this point everyone say thank you trans women).

on the topic of voices though, i'm a little bummed they didn't get a chris mcclean impersonator on board to do mephone's "host" voice. there's obviously no way they could get potenza back after all the shit that's come out about him over the years, but there are SO many voice actors who can do a nearly one-to-one chris impression, the person who voices chris in the comprehensive roast of total drama videos would have been perfect. it just feels like a missed opportunity.

also they got rid of the elephant shit you CAN'T DO THAT!!! okay i'm joking i get why they did lol. the gross-out humor earlier on was definitely a result of the show being made by teenage boys and i imagine they wanna move past that. i will miss the elephant feces, but i will come to terms with losing her despite it all.

anyways i'll rate the episode on a scale of 1-10 hows that sound. as both a remaster and standalone episode it gets a solid 7/10 from me!! my main fear when the remaster was announced was that they would be fully updating it to match the standards of modern seasons, but they managed to maintain a healthy amount of the earlier crust, and i can still look at it and go "yeah. that's inanimate insanity season one!!" good job mario and luigi. yes we are calling brian and adam mario and luigi now. no more core four or key three. it's mario and luigi. and it's awesome.

anyways i'm expecting someone to draw bookshelf as a beautiful fat butch woman by the end of the day. that's not even just because it would benefit me personally (i'm not into women) i just know that someone is gonna do it. and i will send it to all my lesbian friends and they will all go "hell yeah" and it will be so cool

[delight-angelsbliss]

ik you did a knuckles hcs alr but if you don't mind revisiting this topic I'd love to see your hc takes on Boom Knuckles x a thick girly... I feel like he'd be rly sweet. Even if he is a bit confused, he'd try his best ;-; i love that beefy bimbo sm

Precis: Boom! Knuckles with a thick female! Reader

Warnings: one mention of starving yourself but it isn't about actually doing it

Notes: Everytime I force myself to write smth through a writer's block and then see no notes, but the one who stole my prompts get more notes than me, an angel loses its wings... Also sorry for the late post and I got a bit off track when writing

Boom! Knuckles is already beefy himself, so he doesn't mind people with a little more meat on their bones. He doesn't see the issue with it at all. Knuckles thinks it's a good thing to be a bit more thick than others, it isn't a problem and shouldn't be seen as one! This meathead (in his words) can also be a feminist who believes in body positivity (unlike Clara dao) so he tries to show you just how beautiful you are in his eyes. Since boom! Knuckles is quite literally the dumbest guy you'll ever meet, he doesn't quite understand the severity and the fact that most insecurities stay as a mental state. When you first explain it (I don't think he'd understand because of how he's portrayed but wtv) he tries to show this better understanding of your predicament he has now, pointing out when you look radiant and/or put together, he loves uplifting you, it's just the kind of person he is

Knuckles knows how judgemental people can get, and he understands how you feel since he also gets many insults his way about how stupid he is. Obviously he'd defend you, you're someone he loves and truly cares for, so it only makes sense for him to defend your peace and dignity. Knuckles would always rant to his friends about how many insults are said to you just existing, he hates seeing you sad, he wants to see you confident, but these people are just wrecking that. Knuckles loves seeing you confident about your body, he also loves the way you look and he thinks you should do the same! Knuckles is a lover boy at heart and that won't ever change

He loves seeing you confident, wearing stuff you like, not letting comments get to you etc. It brings him happiness knowing you're well off with your looks. He thinks it's important to have self confidence and not be afraid of the opinions that other people may have towards you, there will always be people to resent you for no apparent reason and it's ok to care about it to an extent, but that doesn't mean you should let it rule your life like a tyrant. Since boom! Knuckle is more of a meathead, he isn't the best at comforting, but he still tries to! Trying to get advice from friends, searching on the internet, etc. He always wants you to be happy and healthy life.

Knuckles is someone who prioritizes comfort in a relationship, he wants to make sure you're fully comfortable with him. If you seem uncomfortable wearing smth tight around him that show off curves, he won't pressure you to do so, he wants you to trust him fully. I can't stress this enough. Knuckles adores it when he's able to give you compliments or talk about how cute your body rolls are, it's not only a boost to his paranoia about being bad for your confidence, it's a boost for moral and confidence. He doesn't see a reason to buy stuff like fat blocker, cut calories, ⭐ve yourself, etc. You're perfect as you are to him and you shouldn't harm your body over anything. Knuckles will always support and love you through out any decision you have

[shellevisionfan]

Shellevision concept 4pt pt2

(back to it swiftly)

No way, no shes just imagining things, her own guilt is getting to her. Vee wasn't hurt--or heartbroken from what she said! She's heard worse things from plenty of the other toons and even the vistors years back. She gets over it and treats it all like its nothing like always! Everything will go back to normal like it always has! It will!

Shelly than looked at herself within the dark ichor that had filled most of the machine with the slight glow from a light in her goggles, her eye brows furrowed in uncertainty.

That statment made her recall something, a memory a few years ago, back when...they were all still tiny little toons, times when things were simple and just...fun! It was one of Vee's special LIVE shows at Garden View if she could remember, with instead of toon contestants, it was vistors, kids with their parents to be exact. Shelly was with her handler at the time it ended, but when she went to go see Vee in her private room, she wasn't there.

Instead she was actually in her bedroom back at the main toon living quarters and...she was with her handler....getting comforted on her bed as she cried into her arms, clinging to her uniform.

Apperantly something happened during the special that caused some of the parents to get angry and a sort of flurry of insults were shot Vee's way, and obviously during the show she seemed unfazed by it but...off camera it must of dug keep. Vee was a robot, but a robot programmed with thoughts and feelings in mind, and even if she could handle insults or backlash. Everyone has their limits and..sometimes just one thing from a certain special person...or toon, can cut deeper than you can ever imagine.

So many years have passed, twenty years...and Shelly forget something so crucial, that Vee could be heartbroken from what she said. Honestly, maybe today was a sign, the universe telling the both of them something, they're relationship isn't the same as it used to be and...they need to clear up what it actually was now...and if it's fate, that they may stay friends, strangers or...maybe..more. Even if shes still a little upset over Vee's behavior...

They needed to talk, and clearly...not here.

Shelly than furrowed her eyebrows as a gleam of intensity glimmered in her eyes, the fossil than put her googles back on and started to crank the valve to the machine, and at the perfect timing, she completed a skill check, and than another and than SUCCESS! The last machine was done.

The sound of the elevator opening echoed through the storage rooms vacant, dark halls, making a smile grow on Shelly's face as she turned to the direction of the elevator, she's going to talk to Vee! She's going to talk to her--

Slowness III...

She forgot, twisted Finn was on this floor, he makes finishing machines a way stickier hassel than it needed to be. The timer was clocking down...and like it was just getting worse every damn second, she heard a deep, grotesque, sickly bubble of choking of what you could only describe as something chunky and wet.

"..oh no..." Shelly muttered as she could only see the glow of the dicapitated fish bowls eyes only slightly, he spat and choked up ichor and chunks of his dirtied water, she was spotted...and--

She couldn't run

...

The elevator door suddenly opened, all the toons began to run in as the count down began for all to enter. Brightney tries to encourage Vee to get up and get in the elevator.

"..c'mon Vee! Shelly finished the last machine! we gotta get in and wait for her!" Brightney stated as she wrapped her arm around Vee and tries to drag her but with Vee being a heavy ton of metal and electronics thats way harder than it looks.

"...goodness..Shelly makes this look easy..."

Brightney heaved as Vee hadn't budged an inch, Vee just sat there motionless as she wallowed.

"..Hey?" Tisha piped in as she was standing near by the hall near the elevator, she than turned to look at Vee and Brightney. The two looked at her in return. "...why isn't Shelly here yet?"

Tisha's eyebrows furrowed in worry as she tapped at her chin in a pondering way.

"...I gave her two speed candies, one for her and one for Brightney...so why isn't she--"

"..d-do you mean this o-one?" Vee interupted as she took out the speed candy Shelly gave to her before their little..argument. Tisha just stood there shellshocked with her eyes wide but than--

"SHE GAVE YOU HER SPEED CANDY?!?!" ...Tisha screamed, her hands on her head in a mixture of shock and anger, shocked at shelly for being so reckless and angry that her speed candy was given to vee...

"WHY DID SHE??--WHAT WAS SHE THINKING??--AAUGHH NO NO NO NO!!!" Tisha paniced, all her anxieties coming back as she breathed heavily and held herself as she only paniced further. "...how is she gonna get back on time?? HOW???"

A few of the other toons try to calm Tisha down as a ruckus began, filling the room with garbled over lapping noise, Brightney stood by Vee as she looked out at all of it, looking worried as she covered her mouth. But than she felt Vee's hand on her shoulder as Vee began to stand up.

"...V-Vee?" Brightney muttered as Vee was silent as she gripped onto the speed candy, her fist shook, than suddenly Vee pounded her fist onto her chest, making a loud clang sound as her chest hatch opened, everyone looked at her and it only took a moment for both Brightney and Tisha to notice what Vee was about to do.

"OH MY GOD--VEE! NO!--" Brightney shouted as she tried to grab the speed candy from Vee's hand but Vee pushes her away, making her almost fall over but Goob grabs and pulls her into the elevator where he was already standing, it was a good gesture...just not at the right time.

"..I'm sorry B-Brightney! I can't ignore whats important--I-I..I need to help her! E-Even if she hates me--I know sh-she'd do the same for me like she di-did before!.." Vee announced turned away from the elevator with her glitched out voice. Brightney looked at her with widened eyes as she fixed her glasses.

Vee unwrapped the speedcandy and slammed it into a slot inside her core, closing her eyes before quickly opening them as they turned yellow. She looked back slightly with a half smile.

"...I need her to know that I love her.." Vee states loud and clear before the bottom of her feet glow yellow and she speeds off into the darkness, leaving like a shooting star, leaving it to be silent as all the toons in the elevator look bewildered 9r shocked, not knowing Vee could be like this or could do that.

Tisha on the other hand, slow turned her head toward Brightney with furrowed eyebrows and squinted eyes. "Brightney...what the bloody hell does she mean by love her..?"

Tisha asked sternly as Brightney looked back at her not surprised by Vee's statement but more scared by Tisha's and smiled nervously as she than whistled like nothing was going on, making Tisha even more aggrovated as she squinted at her even more with a scawl.

...

...

Vee was speeding through all the halls, darting left to right, she was dead on focused now. Shes going to save Shelly, no matter what happens.

"..I'm coming...I'm coming Shelly.." Vee muttered as she left a yellow streak behind her feet as she skated around corners and passed more near by machines that were done.

"...I'm coming for you.."

Vee dashed further into the darkness, completely going out of sight...unknowning if either will get out alive.

Shellvision concept pt 1

To first declare, I don't really see shellvision as toxic honestly and if its perceived that way, there is a simple way to not steer into it being written like that.

(i am not a professional so give me some slack)

like i think its more of a slowburn with a tiny bit of one sided ness, possiblities for PROPER angst, and a good conclusion with both characters, with it all starting with the fact of vee and shelly of course being friends but not exactly being the closest, at least by vees own perspective...they sorta have their own clicks outside of their 'main' friend group! so i'd think vee doesn't really go out of her way to talk to shelly unless shelly talks to her or their own paths intertwine with one anothers like when in the elevator.

(more below)

shelly on the other hand goes out of her way to interact with everyone! even vee! as she sees vee as her closest friend next to of course astro, sprout, tisha etc...

now shelly does have a crush on vee, and is pretty obvious about it, but doesn't think she is really, out of anything shelly isn't obessive...she wants to support and show how much she loves her friends, she just developed a bigger feeling around vee since well, shelly finds her confidence aspiring and her straight forward and blunt personality to be charming! she is a gameshow host after all!...plus she can't really deny that she does think that vee is really pretty.

but i think shelly wanting to not put her own feelings over anothers, would try to not be so obvious with these feelings...but because shelly being shelly, she honestly can be a bit much and be overly affectionate...which leads to her accidently being too obvious about her feelings toward vee.

and you'd think that would lead to vee knowing that shelly likes her but, i kinda think out of anything, vee should be oblivious to all this since she'd be used to shelly acting like this or at least see this as a normal thing shelly does, vee is used to everyone behavior.

shes a robot, so logically she'd think shelly acting like this is normal, since its normal for her to be affectionate and supportive, its postive traits for anyone to have and shelly acting any different wouldnt make much sense, so she wouldn't look past that and just enjoy the praise and support that shelly gives her, since vee does seem to be a kinda gal to have a little bit of an ego...

eventually though...since vee isn't stupid, would sort of have a moment where she may notice shellys actions being different compared to how she is with everyone else, how more excited she is around her, more talkative, more quick to stumble on her words, more...flustered.

vee isn't used to this, confused by this actually...and for a bit would be stumpted on what was going on with shelly, maybe even go to sprout about it, asking if he could check on her possibly. which where sprout would question her on what could be wrong with shelly of all people.

leading to vee explaining things to sprout, and with all the info handed to him, he'd proubly be looking at vee with this sort of slowly realization on that the fact that first, shelly totally has a crush on vee and second, vee absolutely doesnt know and thinks her behavior is her being sick or whatever, i do think sprout wouldn't sugar coat it and would say that it sounds like shelly likes her, and vee would at first respond with her agreeing but would firmly ask who doesn't like her though, with sprout quick to interupt and say no, not that shelly likes her, that shelly like likes her, that shes crushing on her--ROMANTICALLY.

vee would be kinda fazed by this, shelly likes her? like THAT??? why? why her of all people? they weren't even that close and...

she was more stumpted than before, she's never had someone she considered a friend like her like this before, or even on her own case, has had feelings like that toward another if she were to be honest.

vee didn't know what to do, what to say...she's never felt so..out of control before, so out of the loop, she should've known about this, but...with shelly being just so nice and kind, that being the norm, she really must of brushed it off, which with that conclusion made her feel embaressed with herself.

but after this, i think vee would be in heavy denial, leading to her kinda trying to avoid shelly, maybe to clear things up in her head, shes just suspecting things, shelly isn't in love with her, theres no way she wouldnt of known about her liking her so it isnt true, but with vee actively trying to avoid shelly...

leads to shelly feeling quite ignored, and..very confused...

shelly knew vee could be stand offish at times, especially when shes upset or frustrated, but...for her to avoid her like she was the plague made her feel like she maybe did something wrong, and shelly being shelly, would make it be her mission to apologize to vee when the opportunity came to it...which that opportunity comes along on a very special run.

[somewheresomeplacesometimev2]

You know what would fix me?

Car sex during a really bad storm. The rain crashing down, obscuring vision out of the windows. We obviously can’t drive any further, and you’ve been eyeing my crotch for the last thirty minutes. I pull the car over to the shoulder on an empty side road, turning the hazard lights on and tilting the seat back, unzipping my pants and pulling my cock out. I watch your eyes get little hearts in them as you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the console, holding it in your hands while you kiss the tip, feeling it get hard for my pretty girl. You move your head to the base of my cock and slowly stroke it, licking all the way up the side, worshipping every inch up to the top, before bobbing your head up and down on it, moaning and sucking like a good little slut while I hold the back of your head, bucking my hips into your face so it’ll reach deeper down your pretty throat. I’d force your head down onto it, holding you there while you squirm and try to breathe, before pulling you off and hearing you gasp for air, your lips glistening with spit as you drool all over my waist.

You go back to your seat and tilt your chair back as well, undoing your jeans and pulling them down to your knees, showing me your cute little lace panties all soaked with your wetness, smirking at me as you continue to move your hand up and down my cock, your free hand under your panties rubbing your clit, watching my hungry eyes staring at you, needing more than anything else to fill that emptiness inside of you right now.

You kick your pants off and onto my floor, slowly teasing your panties off as well, making sure I get a really good look at you, before crawling over the console. I watch you pass by, giving you a nice smack on your ass as you fall onto the back seat, before following behind you. I get on top of you, pinning you down on the back seat, slowly lifting up your shirt and pulling your tits out, groping them while the rain outside gets heavier, gusts of wind rocking the car back and forth slightly. Neither of us care, we’re nice and dry in the car, slowly going insane from the other’s touch. I lean down and kiss your neck, my hand sliding down your body and gripping your inner thigh as you lift your legs and wrap them around me. You moan and clutch the back of my head and neck, messing up my hair, dragging me in closer to your neck, wanting me to leave it with the prettiest little hickies and bitemarks to wear home.

My cock presses against the entrance of your pussy, rubbing back and forth against it, feeling how soaked you are for me, needing me to rail you under the cover of torrential rainfall and thunder. I slip it in and you gasp, tilting your head back ever so slightly, feeling me push further and further into you. I grab one of your hands and hold it, lifting it up and pressing it against the rain soaked car window, thrusting into you nice and slow while you grip tighter on my neck, your nails digging into my skin, driving me to get rougher with you, gripping your perfect little waist in my other hand and pounding into you faster.

I stop devouring your neck and look into your eyes, my lips now almost brushing against yours. “God, you’re such a perfect little slut for me baby, you’ve been needing this all day long, haven’t you?” I moan out as a rumble of thunder almost shakes the car even more than we already are. You gasp in surprise, tightening around my cock as I thrust all the way into you “Y-yes… yes yes yes yes yes” you manage to squeak out, almost passing out from excitement as you feel me go harder, watching with pleasure as you buck your hips and squirm under me, unable to take your eyes off of the sight of my cock going in and out of your tight little pussy, not ever wanting me to stop until i’ve gotten my fill of my perfect girl.

You feel my cock twitch as I move to grab your waist, almost dragging you further onto my it as I press into you again, moaning your name as a warmth fills your body, pounding you with a wet plap plap plap plap as I fuck my cum deeper into you, ensuring you’re taking every bit of it.

We lie there for a while, my cock still plugging you up as I caress your face, gently running my fingers through your hair and kissing you all over, enjoying the sound of rain clattering against the metal roof for as long as it lasts, our bodies sticking to the leather seats while we lie there, panting and sweating. I smile, happy to enjoy some personal time with my pretty girl.

[levissslutt]

Warnings: oh nothing just fluff hehe ;)

Ms. Honey was everyones favorite teacher, she actually cared about her job. She didn't view he students as a burden, but an extension to her career. She saw each and every one of them as a potential little historians, saving the world in one way or another.

This attitude earned Ms. Honey the respect and likes of almost all the students and faculty in the school, especially one particular parent who was apart of PTA.

"How you doin Ms. Honey, looking as pretty as ever." The man drawled.

The women turned towards her admirer.

"If you keep talking to me like that folks, got think we up to no good, Mr Fatu."

The man walking up to Ms. Honey only grinned and took her hand in his, kissing the back of it ever so lightly.

"Awww now Ms. Honey what would be the harm in that." He hummed out, raising an eyebrow at the amused woman.

"Well see now you've got to try a little harder than a little eyelash batting to get my attention Mr. Fatu." She tilted her head at him, the fluorescent lights catching her ears, littered in piercings, that Mr. Fatu loved oh so very much.

His grinned widened, dropping her hand softly, not once did either of them break contact.

The world around Ms. Honey and Mr. Fatu always blurred into white noise when they where together. Given the setting they where never able pursue the ideas that lingered deep, deep in the minds of either adult.

Every single moment was so incredibly charged with unspoken words and refrained touches, that neither of them knew how much longer they could keep this facade up.

Especially the way those spring colors fall off of her so elegantly. Her sundress obviously appropriate for work, but she was so damn beautiful, he imagined every curve and dip, fondly eyeing Ms. Honey. She looked perfect, like a trophy, or a piece of art you were meant to look at on a shelf.

As the afternoon came to an end at work, she found herself on the bench just outside of the school, facing the garden. Shelved to come admire the miniature garden the kids worked so hard on, they took such pride in it, it made her heart warm.

"Thought Id find you out here."

Smiling, she turned towards the voice, watching as he walked her way. His little bo favored him so much she always smile at herself seeing where his little ones features came from. Especially when they were learning something he was interested in, his eyes would sparkled and his nose would crinkle, just like his fathers was as he approached Ms. Honey.

"How you doing miss thang."

She chuckled at him "you and these nicknames."

He finally reached her sitting too close, but jussst close enough.

"What you don't like my nicknames Ms. Honey."

His voice carried a seductive undertone that made her heart skip a beat. "You know all these nicknames you throwing my way, you might just have to take me out if you keep it up."

The grin on that mans face was nothing short of wicked. All pearly whites showing. "What you saying girl."

You shrugged, facing the sky, she was not giving him the satisfaction of admitting her feelings first.

"Oh I get it sweet thang, you being stubborn."

He chuckled more to himself than to her. " Its ok tho, Imma work for you, you too special."

Ms. Honey finally turned to fully look at the man. His caramel dipped skin was glowing on the afternoon sun. He had his arm draped on the backside of the bench, that was causing his Cuban chain to glisten perfectly.

Although they never shared their feelings for each other, or even so much as kissed, in this moment the two were drunk in the presence of each other. He wanted nothing more than to drizzle her all over him.

To her better judgment, before she could stop herself, she reached for his beard, perfectly salted in all the right places, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

He didn't dare object or pull back.

In fact it was all he could do to keep from grinning again into the kiss. After what felt like a lifetime of being entangled with the man, they sat back to look at each other, lips swollen and eyes filled with want.

"Now how about that date Ms. Honey."

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[was-that-a-pun]

Imagine PTA meetings for Susan in the near future, lmao.

Susan sitting with Doey, who's far too big for the tiny chair he's sitting on, in the principals office because he (specifically Kevin) chunked some jerk into a cafeteria trashcan for picking on, say, Izzy. From across the room.

(PS: If Kevin's mom is still alive, I hope Susan hunts her down and commits multiple hate crimes. Kevin should obviously be cheering her on from the car.)

This ask was so perfect for an AU i recently thought up and havent gotten to talk about I just frantically typed up the rough idea just so i could share

This would be so funny because at the start Doey would be all squished and shame faced in his chair as the principal tells a very one sided story about the whole thing. Susan nodding along as she sits primly politely taking in his every word.

Principal finishing off with some bs about how they understand Doey's...difficult circumstances (subtle eyebrow quirk of judgement from susan) but she is well aware how high their expectations are for all of their students and that he knows she will handle this matter with the appropriate seriousness. and nod nod uh huh uh huh till he finally finishes talking and there's a beat of silence afterwards.

And her posture relaxes, she slings an arm over the back of the chair as she tilts her head to look over at her son and goes

"So - What actually happened."

and the principal is suddenly not as confident as he was a few seconds ago as Doey perks up and tells the actual story resulting in Susan absolutely laying into how that sort of behavior could be allowed in this sort of establishment, have they even checked on Izzy? Has anybody talked to this other kid about THEIR behavior?

No i do not think this is going to be going on his permanent record unless you want your incompetence noted in yours.

Doey has the most shit eating grin as they leave and they stop off in Anatomy class where Susan opens with

"Del, what the FUCK" and the two have a nice bitch fest about the principal. (by the way in this AU Barb is the class pet and is a cactus)

When they get home George symbolically grounds him for excessive force but say's it's also time served for having a good reason to do it and they all have a talk about other options he can take next time something like that comes up. ranging from actually better solutions to hilariously outlandish over the top stuff.

(PS: Susan doesn't care if Kevins parents are alive or dead they're not worth thinking about. Kevins her kid now. If they showed up however thinking they could take him back or use him to get something then no holds barred beatdown while Doey cheers from the car X3)

[coffeecat1983]

Stobotnik: "As the Song Says" pt 8

pt 7 here

   Another week passed, an unspoken tension settling over the occupants of the base. Even the Badniks were quiet when summoned for their work, avoiding their usual beeps and blips that seemed to mimic conversation. That Friday morning found Robotnik staring glumly at the screens in front of him. He'd been awake most of the night, trying further variations on his research. The lab was quiet, he had skipped any music in favor of the silence. Musing over his next move, he was startled as a low growl broke his chain of thought. From his shoulder came a soft beep.      "Yes, I think you are right." he said, standing.    Stone cringed, hand to his head as he woke. He rushed to dress and get to the kitchen, silently cursing himself for sleeping past his alarm. Entering, he was stunned at what he saw.    Music was playing, a techno melody he hadn't heard before although he recognized the lyrics to the Pet Shop Boys song. A remix, he concluded. The sizzle and hiss of cold pancake batter hitting a hot griddle startled him along with a voice.      "Ah, the sleeping sycophant awakens!" Robotnik grinned. "Come in and get some coffee. It's just finished brewing."    In a stunned silence the agent complied, retrieving a mug and pouring some of the steaming brew. He fixed it to his liking before looking around again. Robotnik was dressed in black pants, a crimson red button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and his expression was calm as he flipped a few of the pancakes.      "M-Morning, doctor." he managed, feeling baffled. "I'm sorry I slept in."    Robotnik began plating the finished pancakes. "I'm fine, agent, I lived alone long enough to pick up basic survival skills." he explained. "Some blueberries?"    He motioned to the open container that was nearby and Stone nodded. Grabbing a few of the larger berries the doctor neatly dropped them on top of the stack before handing the plate over. Stone accepted it and took a seat at the island counter. it was with a quiet thanks he took a bite. Catching Robotnik's questioning look, he beamed at him.      "They're perfect, sir."      "Heh, of course they are." Robotnik drew himself up proudly. "I've been making this recipe since I was ten."      "I never realized you learned at such a young age, sir." Robotnik turned off the griddle and removed the apron he had been wearing. "The group home I was in didn't provide much reading material beyond the usual children's books. I was desperate, you might say, for anything stimulating. So I would sneak out of my quarters at night and read anything I could find, including cook books. I committed some recipes to memory, and even cooked on my own a few times without getting caught."

   Putting the apron back on the hook, he pulled his control gloves out and slipped them on, making sure Stone couldn't see as he removed his plain gloves. At a simple hand motion two Badniks entered and began cleaning. One floated over and lightly bumped Stone's shoulder. He laughed softly, patting it. "Good morning, Costello."      "'Costello'?" Robotnik snorted. "Agent, have you been naming my Badniks?"    Stone couldn't help but smile as the second Badnik floated over to ask for pats.      "I have with these two, Abbot and Costello. They like it, I think. I saw that one's taken a liking to you." Robotnik gave his shoulder a glance as Bumble purred. "Yes, well, Bumble's helpful to talk to during my work."      "'Bumble', sir?"    The other huffed. "Because of her minuscule size, agent. Obviously. Although I don't recall giving their programming anything resembling the personalities they seem to be showing."    He caught the hint of the smile as Stone reached for his coffee.      "Stone, did you do something to my program?" he pressed, palms on the countertop as he leaned forward. Stone looked guilty.      "When you were away," he explained. "I still had access to the lab and I added to their programming. I can remove it, if you want."      "And you added it, why?" the question wasn't cruel, but curious.      "I was lonely." Stone admitted. "I guess in a way, I needed someone to care for."    A strange look had come over Robotnik, his fingers twitching ever so faintly.      "He's afraid of being lonely the doctors say, but then he pushes other people away! It's pointless! This child is a disaster! He will never care fore someone and no one will care for him!"      "D-Doctor?" Stone ventured. "Have I said-"      "It's nothing." Robotnik's tone was low, his mood shifting as he tapped a fingertip to stop the music. "I have work to do. And leave the programming in, I don't want you to change anything."      "But sir," Stone protested. "Did you even eat? At least let me return the favor."      "I'm not hungry." Robotnik muttered as he walked out, leaving the baffled agent alone with the two larger Badniks.

   It wasn't much later that the lab door opened. Moving silently, Stone entered and took his place at his desk. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the machines. It was this way for a while until Robotnik's voice made the agent jump.      "Why Abbott and Costello?"    Realizing what he meant, Stone turned to face him. "Those were the only movies I had available when GUN sent me overseas on my first mission. It was a small comfort that I held onto, I guess."    A low hum from Robotnik and a knowing smile. "Marx Brothers for me. It was either that or that abysmal mess Gilligan's Island. Too busy spending the budget on petty things for their officers."    Stone laughed and just as it had the first time he heard it, the sound sent a shiver through Robotnik's spine. He felt his fingers twitch again as a hot sting shot through his hand and his mood instantly shifted as last night came back to him.

   He had dozed off, the exhaustion too much even for him. His dreams were dark, flittering images of finding Stone's body mutilated and throat torn out haunted him. In the worst moment he had torn the lab apart, body shaking with screams as hot tears burned his skin. Robotnik awoke to sharp pain in his hand. He'd ripped his glove off in his slumber and his body had reacted on instinct. The habit of biting down on his hand to suppress emotions as a child had returned. The bloodied and dripping teeth marks in his flesh had proved that.

  A tap on his glove and the lab lights dimmed, giving only enough glow to work by. The hidden speakers vibrated as rich strings hummed a dark melody, one that sounded akin to the fearful heartbeat of a trapped animal. From his shoulder, Bumble retreated to her charging pad, not daring to make a sound as Fever Ray's 'If I had a Heart' filled the lab.

To be continued...