#long post i apologise but like i'm innocent

[mavcancees]

compilation post of commentary youtubers talking about dream, no drummyaches edition !

note, i might not exactly like 100% of the things said in these videos BUT they ultimately redeemed dream to a very large audience

starting with i think is the most viewed video right now, Will Dream's Response Actually Fix Anything? by Lessons in Meme Culture. it's 2:40 minutes long and the point is simply to open conversation about him being able to successfully redeem himself, but it has a lovely comment section if you want to scroll through that

Dream Just Responded To Everything by AugustTheDuck, had already spoken about Dream pretty positively, lovely guy, lovely summary [ touches earpiece the main studio is telling me august actually was a dream hater but turned around recently, so noting that down ]

Dream's Response was Perfect, But... by EntLaiser, who previously made a video actually speaking negatively of Dream, completely changed his opinion and talked about how meme culture is being used to justify mass harassment, along with being nice to Dream stans and defending them

Pyrocynical made a video. its bad. don't watch it. he gets cooked in the comments though so that's okay. Acheeto also made a video but i don't like the guy so i'm not linking that either, but it was a good video

Dream Finally Responded To The Allegations by sensitive soci3ty. i really like this video but i especially like the comments that bring up a lot of great points, it was refreshing scrolling through them

LIES! by Omni. Omni is really big on the commentary community so his input is valued, this video is long and goes through a lot of unrelated stuff because it's a news segment, but i linked to the timestamp he talks about Dream. it is long, it is thorough, he READS THE DESCRIPTION which i haven't seen anyone do, pretty good

Dream Might Actually Be Innocent by Saverino. this guy is like, the perfect representation of "i only consumed Dream content through social media for years", the most passive onlooker in the world. and his video is awesome, he took a lot of notes, he resumed Dream's video pretty well, and i feel the way he thinks of Dream is how people will look at dream from now on

Dream Finally Responded by Dolan Dark. it's a slob but it's fucking Dolan Dark and he says he believes he's innocent so who cares W for us

other creators we already know and knew they believed Dream, Hot Sauce Beats did a live reaction and so did Nate Alyn if you'd like to go and support them

Dream's Response Was Actually Good by Saamuel. dream hater admitting he was wrong. all is good in the world

Dream Finally Responded To The Allegations by Optimus. don't watch this video lol. he says a bunch of stupid shit, his comments call him out for it, but i am linking it because this guy is huge on the community, a lot of people were waiting on this video on twitter, and he's very clear on saying the allegations are fake, along with shaming twitter antis for their behaviour

Dream's Response Wasn't Good Enough by luhrix specifically talks about the reaction from antis on twitter to the video and how unreasonable some expectations are when it comes to responding to allegations

Does Dream's Response Make Him Innocent? by Blissolic who VERY BRAVELY calls out coyglone ( the guy behind the dreamwastalen account ) for being a piece of shit

Dream Responded... by Repzion. excellent video no notes, less about dream himself and more a critique of how people consume serious topics as "drama" and farm engagement through it

I Was In Dream's Video by orangepeanut. it's kind of ass but he is in dream's video ! he's the "dream sucked his own dick" guy. he says sorry for baiting and actually apologises to dream which is kind of funny, and he does say dream is innocent. just noting it down for reference

Dream's Response Was GREAT! by TekuToji. another excellent video, nice summary. he did thought the poki xqc dms were real but he corrected himself on the comments lol

Dream Has Returned ( and why you should be excited ) by PurpleMatter. sweet video ! go leave a nice comment :D

this is a different one as it is a full reaction, but it is by Kenji, a VERY famous vtuber, and he was awesome about it and called out his chat several times when they spoke misinformed shit. it's very fun and i'm glad a completely different audience now has a positive view of Dream

[holmsister]

Ok, my long delayed post about Kabru and the Winged Lion. This does not end here, I'm adding more in a reblog.

Heavy on spoilers. Taking the extra material from @dunmeshistash who I apologise to as usual

Let's start here:

I don't care if you're a wasp you owe him 22 years of alimony

Two important takeaways here:

1) Kabru's hatred of monsters is caused not just by the Utaya catastrophe, but also from the fact that even before that, his unusual eye color was connected to monsters in local lore, and this led to ostracisation and, we can imagine, violence or at least the threat of violence towards him and his mother, serious enough that she escaped to Utaya, aka the place where the dungeon would kill her.

Kabru crucially does not place the fault for this on his father's family, but on himself for being born with 'monstrous eyes'. This is a normal way of reacting to ostracization in children, interiorising instead of projecting the trauma. It's much easier to imagine a world in which there's actually something wrong with you than one in which others might make you suffer for no reason. Monsters are also much more likely to be offered as an explanation by the adults than the actual more realistic explanations (infidelity or rape), which would not be considered appropriate.

This means that indirectly, child Kabru feels that his own 'monstrosity' is responsible for his mother moving to Utaya to protect him and ultimately dying.

2) in the Dungeon Meshi world there are specifically legends about *demon* succubi and incubi (real world lore says succubi prey on men and incubi on women and I assume that's what Laios is referring to with the distinction, but besides that lets assume theyre one and the same), distinct from the *actual monsters* succubi. The demons and monsters have a similar MO of using a person's desires to capture them, but while monster succubi suck a person's vital force, the demons supposedly use the men for their seed and the women for their womb to reproduce (again, completing dungeon meshi lore with bits of real world lore here). Laios, our local monster expert, thinks those demons are just legend. He tells us there are monsters that do use people as incubators for their eggs but I highly doubt that's Kabru's case, uncanny resemblance to a wasp notwithstanding (Laios...)

From here we go to:

Kabru's incredible rizz

This is where the tumblr search function spat in my face and ran away with the rest of my references while giggling. Oh well.

It's noted over and over in canon and extra material that Kabru is charming. More than that: Kabru *will do anything to get someone to like him*.

Worth noting that Daya and Holm *like* Kabru. This is not them disparaging an acquaintance, this is them levelling a criticism at a good friend, a criticism that seems to have been levelled at him before even ("it's no surprise...").

So, important takeaway: Kabru isn't just charming in general, he VERY SPECIFICALLY makes an effort to be charming. He needs people to like him, to trust him, and in order to obtain this, he's willing to lie and pretend.

Like with the Canaries: he needs them to trust him so they will keep him privy to their plans. So he plays up the poor innocent baby orphan angle:

And with Laios? The what (pretending to like monsters) we know, but why?

Kabru thinks Laios is the only one who can conquer the dungeon without the elves or the dwarves intervening and taking control. He is however very worried about his motivation. He wants to know why Laios is going so deep into the dungeon - beyond wanting to save his sister. What motivates him? Can he be trusted?

In the Toshiro chapters we find out that he has been trying to get in contact with him for weeks, possibly months, but this is the first time he has had a real possibility to meet him, and in order to make sure to leave a positive memory and possibly be an influence in the future, he pretends to be aligned with Laios' as much as possible, including hiding his hatred of monsters. I have written tons on this that has now been lost to tumblr like tears in the rain, but: I do not joke when I say that I think Kabru is flirting with Laios before and after the harpy egg incident. Let's be clear: Kabru's intentions are not romantic at this point. But he has noticed how lovestruck Laios was with Toshiro before their confrontation, and he's thinking, well, if I can get him to develop a similar crush on me, I can probably get him to listen to me more easily. Like I can mince words and put things in scary quotes but that's straight up what's happening. Kabru is trying to establish a close bond that wasn't there before: it might not be necessarily sexual, but it's definitely a type of seduction.

It kinda works.

The rest in a reblog because I ran out of space.

[slow-motionlovepotion]

𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 | 𝒋.𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:  Joel Miller x f!Reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏��: 4.6K - this was not meant to be this long, oops.

𝒂/𝒏: I'm feral for Joel Miller and I won't apologise for that. This ended up so much softer than I planned but Joel Miller deserves to be loved, goddmit. part two is already in progress ~ no beta, we die like men

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+ - smut, post-apocalypse, pre-Ellie, age gap (mid/late 20s!reader x early 40s!Joel), first time, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it kids), Joel Miller has a big dick, risky creampie, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, manhandling, angst, implications of rape (does not involve reader or Joel), soft!Joel, fluff, idiots in love, innocence kink, Joel Miller is down bad. - minors do not interact.

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Joel had found you cowering in the corner of a store in some godforsaken town somewhere in deep Texas, the twitching body of an infected splayed in front of you. He’d eyed you cautiously, keeping his distance, gun pointed directly at you, not afraid to pull the trigger. 

“No, please, no. I’m okay, I’m fine, not bitten. I promise. Please” you were frantic, begging for your life. 

“Just the one?” He’d asked, voice gruff and dark, he exuded danger. 

You nodded “It was out the back, I checked but I didn’t see it, then it just came out of nowhere”

He nods once “You alone?” 

“Yeah, it’s just me” you hadn’t moved from your spot on the floor, hands raised in surrender, shaking in fear.  

“Christ” the man mutters more to himself than to you, giving you the once over he lowers the gun “C’mon, I’m not leaving you here” 

Your time together was meant to be brief, Joel had planned to find you somewhere safe to stay, people you could live your life with, some sense of normality. Life would never be like it was before the outbreak but maybe he could find you a new version of living. 

It took two months to find the first group of settlers but Joel didn’t even let you near them, he’d checked them out alone, swiftly deciding it wasn’t a safe place for you, he didn’t say why. Another six months until the next group, they initially seemed better but the cries echoing outside the commune at night told Joel all he needed to know. 

It’s been exactly 2 years since he found you in that abandoned store, you’d managed to survive for six months, barely, living in a constant state of fight or flight. And then Joel came, Joel who took a chance on you, who shared his supplies and taught you to survive. Joel, who stood watch and let you sleep despite being exhausted himself, who bandaged your wounds, and made his own life harder just to make yours a little bit easier. 

Joel, who would watch the world burn just to make sure you were safe. 

You could still to this day, pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. You watched the world burn. Well not the world, just a decrepit cabin on the side of a road somewhere in Texas. He'd thought it was safe, he’d checked and double checked, the place was free of infected, or so he thought. The thick knit of your scarf was the first thing that saved your life that night, when the infected had come at you from behind, jumping out of the dark and going for your neck.  Joel hadn’t even hesitated, gun drawn and a bullet in its skull before you could even cry out for help. He’d reached for you, entwining his fingers with yours as he dragged you out of the building, kicking the cap off a gas canister as he went and throwing a lighter behind him as the door had shut. He pushed you ahead of him, protecting your body from the flames licking at the dry timber frame behind him.  

You realised you loved him, were in love with him, laying on the dusty ground, with Joel’s imposing body shielded yours. You felt safe, he was firm behind you, chest heaving with laboured breaths, arms wrapped around you, keeping you close, muttering softly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s okay, I got ya”.

So by the time you came across the third group you’d become quite the survivor. Joel had taught you to defend yourself, how to shoot a gun, how to actually use a knife, the weak spots of a man. You’d wondered why he was teaching you this, why you needed to know how to break the grasp of hands around your throat, how to use his body weight against him. When you’d stumbled across a group of men, animals really, surrounding a woman on her knees, her sobs echoed in your ears and you’d immediately searched for Joel, hands shaking as you grasped at his arms, eyes wide and terrified, you finally understood.

“They… they. Shit Joel, they were…”  He didn’t need you to finish, he knew what they were doing. Within 20 minutes he had you both packed and on the road. 

You felt like you’d been walking for weeks, in reality it had only been three days but you were exhausted. You were heading East, Joel had heard about a group of women that had settled just across the state border. You trudged slowly behind Joel, the unseasonable heat making you sweat, boots kicking up dust with every step, lost in your own thoughts.

“What’s bugging you?” Joel’s voice pulled you from your thoughts

“We should’ve helped her,” you confessed.  It didn’t sit right, that you just left her there for those men to take what they wanted

“There’s nothing we could’ve done, no guarantee she’d be safe in the next place” he’d explained softly 

“Is that why you’ve not left me?” The question slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Joel stops, his eyes meet yours but he doesn’t answer, he can’t, can’t admit that he won’t leave you, can’t admit why he won’t leave you. He can’t admit that he loves you.

Darkness has fallen by the time you reach a safe house, a favour from a friend, he’d said. The house was neat, tidy and clean, if not a bit dusty. Joel clears downstairs first, checks upstairs and calls you up to the bedroom.  A small puff of dust is released from the bed as he drops your bags. One bed. There’s two of you and more than one bedroom, but you know he won’t let you out of his sight. He won’t risk it. 

“Joel?” you croak, voice trembling as you sit on the end of the bed.

“Hmm?” He’s stood by the dresser opposite the bed, removing his jacket and boots. 

“I… there’s something- uhh, shit” you pause, taking a shaky breath “listen, please don’t make a big deal of this but I want you to fuck me” 

“Darlin’, I’m not gonna do that” he responds almost immediately, doesn’t give himself time to even think about it, doesn’t let himself indulge in the possibility. 

Not that he’s not thought about it, God knows he has. He’s wanted you, wanted to feel your lips on his, feel your nails claw at his back as he takes you. But you never gave any indication you wanted it too, so he stayed respectful, well, as respectful as he could. There’d been nights he’d fisted his cock, your name a whisper on his lips as he came into his hand, while your sleeping body lay just inches away.

“Please” you barely whisper, he goes to speak, to reject you again, but you cut him off,  “Joel, please. I don’t- I want it to be you, I don’t want it to be like that” your eyes are pleading, silently begging “please” 

“You’ve not…? There’s not been anyone?” He asks tentatively, hoping he’s misunderstood, that you’re not actually asking that of him, he crosses the room, sitting next to you on the end of the bed. 

“I’ve been kinda busy, what with the end of the world and all that” you try and make a joke but it falls flat, sobering, shining a light on all the ways your life has been taken away from you, all the experiences you’ve missed out on. 

It shouldn’t be him, he knows it shouldn’t, he’s so much older, he’s cruel and ruthless and angry. You deserve something else, soft, gentle, loving. He can’t give you that. 

But if he doesn’t, if he says no and doesn’t do this for you, there’s no guarantee the next guy is going to love you, no guarantee that he won’t hurt you. For Joel, that decides it, he can’t give you what you deserve but he can give you something better than what’s out there. 

Cautious fingers on his leg startle him out of his thoughts, “Just once, just this once” His agreement doesn’t soothe you, it ignites something, butterflies rolling in your belly; you want this. 

You’d seen other men on your travels, the way they treated women, both good and bad. You’d thought, naively, that Joel might be like that too, that Joel might take you to his bed, fuck himself into you then roll over, pretend it never happened. But he never did, always respectful, barely ever touching you unless he had to, you’d shared beds, and bandaged each other up, but he’d never touched, never taken it further. “All right?” He nudges when you don’t respond

You nod tightly and whisper a “thank you”, sitting quietly in awkward silence, you don’t know what to do next, you’ve read books, you knew how to do this before but you didn’t know how to deal with an arrangement like this. 

Joel breaks the silence first “Do you want to… tonight or would you rather w-?”

“Tonight,” your response is a bit quick and Joel huffs an almost laugh “tonight is good”  

You don’t know how to phrase ‘lets just get it over and done with’ when you’re about to fuck someone for the first time. He stands then, grabbing something from his bag then dropping it to the floor. Liquid sloshes as Joel brings the flask to his lips, drawing in three times, brow furrowed. He hands the  flask to you “Drink” and the look in his eyes tells you not to question him. 

You take a sip and nearly retch, the taste burning your throat and nose, eyes watering. You hadn’t liked whiskey much before and while it’s rare to find anything else these days, you still hadn’t got used to the taste. You take another sip, stomaching this one better. You hold the flask back out to Joel and he takes another drag before placing it on the dresser with slightly more force than he meant.

In two steps he’s back across the room, his hands finding your face, calloused fingers dragging along the skin of your jaw, bringing you to meet his lips. The kiss is bruising and feverish, hot lips pressing to yours, he licks into your mouth and you moan, it’s sinful and sweet and Joel wants more. He wants to pull more pretty noises from you, wants to hear you scream his name. His cock responds eagerly, hardening in his jeans, he’s not felt desire like this in years, it’s burning through his blood, overwhelming his senses. 

Joel stands between your legs, tilting your chin up, bringing a knee to rest on the mattress between your thighs. One of his large hands moves to support your neck, the other tracing the line of your throat, gripping gently. The kiss has grown sloppy, Joel is breathing hard, nipping at your lips. His knee between your legs moves to press into your clothed core and despite the layers of fabric you can feel the heat of his thick thigh, your hips roll, chasing more pleasure and a groan escapes your throat unexpectedly. 

Joel’s hand drops from your throat, following the neckline of your shirt, down between your breasts, flicking the buttons open, exposing you to the humid air. He pushes the flannel off your shoulders, taking the straps of your bra with it, reaching behind you to unclasp it, inwardly pleased he managed the first try.   

You slide your hands to his waist, dragging his shirt with you, brushing your fingers across bare skin. Your fingers trace the waistband of his jeans but he reaches for your hands, wrapping a large hand around your wrists he pushes you flat, pinning your arms above your head. The other hand joins his knee between your legs, fingers teasing the seam of your jeans. 

“You asked me to fuck you,” he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth nibbling at the sensitive bud “n’ I will” It may have been a while but it’s really just second nature to him and he feels you shiver beneath him “gonna make you feel good darlin’”

“Joel” Your throat is dry and your voice cracks but it’s enough, his hands reach for the button of your jeans, working them down your legs while his mouth assaults your breasts. You can’t focus, it’s too much, his mouth, hands, the feel of his body, large and imposing over yours. He finally gets your jeans off, discarding them to the floor.

You reach for him, finding the buttons of his shirt, tugging gently but making your intentions clear, he allows your trembling fingers to fumble with the buttons for a minute before helping you, making quick work of the buttons, all but ripping the shirt down his arms, throwing it to the floor behind him before positioning himself between your thighs.

Joel’s hand runs up your outer thigh, fingers digging into the flesh of your bum. He trails kisses over your skin, behind your ear, down your jaw, across each of your breasts, fingers playing with the nipple neglected by his mouth. He moves his head down your exposed torso, tongue tasting the salty sweat on your skin you gasp softly as he reaches the waistband of your underwear, black lace, a little luxury that makes you feel pretty and feminine. He nudges the fabric with his nose, breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver, 

“You don’t have to” you whisper into the darkness.

A soft “yeah I do” is mumbled into your skin. He makes quick work of removing your underwear, dragging the lace down your legs and dropping them to the floor in a rather obscene gesture.

His mouth is back on your hips working his way to nuzzle at your folds, leaving open mouthed kisses and grazes of his teeth on your skin. His hands press against the back of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you wide. Joel’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight of you, pussy glistening in the dim light, the low growl that sounds in his chest shakes the bed and it takes all his restraint to take it slow, make it good for you. 

“This all for me?” He rubs his thumb through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, circling the little bundle. You look down at him between your spread thighs and nod. 

The sound you make when Joel flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up your cunt is unholy, and when he flicks his tongue against your clit you can’t help the way a hand reaches for his hair and tugs, nor can you help the sharp cry of his name. 

Languid, is the word you’d use to describe the way Joel works at your cunt. Long, slow, lazy circles around your swollen clit, soft passes over the entrance to your cunt, not giving you more than that for what feels like hours. You catch on, quite quickly, that this is as much for Joel as it is for you, and you think he might be enjoying it the most.  

Joel hums around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, and the arch of your back is violent, a stark contrast to Joel’s gentle movements, biting down on the fleshy part of your thumb to muffle your scream. 

“Don’t do that” a hand reaches up in the dark to pull your fist from your mouth, “wanna hear you” his breath is hot against your core, tongue lapping at you like a man starved. 

You’re hot, skin prickly with a layer of sweat, hips rolling, pushing your soaked pussy into Joel’s face, your clit catching on his nose as he teases your entrance with his tongue. 

“Jo-el” your voice is whiny to your own ears and your face heats at the sound “more, please more” 

Joel lets out a hum at your request, bringing two thick fingers to slide into you and already you feel the intoxicating spark of your orgasm approaching. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and the feeling shoots straight to his cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe, your grip in his hair painful even to you.  “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, Joel”

You’re so close that when Joel crooks his fingers and continues his assault on your clit, your orgasm tears through you. You stiffen, hissing a “Yesss”through gritted teeth, hands clawing at the sheets and Joel’s hair.

“‘Atta girl” he coos around your clit “tha’s it baby” The sound of Joel’s voice is muffled by the ringing in your ears and when you open your eyes all you can see is stars, flashes of white clouding your vision. 

Sensing his movement, you open your eyes and when they’ve adjusted to the darkness again, you can see the burly outline of Joel kneeling between your legs, his eyes drag down your body, fingers of his left hand gently caressing the bend of your knee. You sit up, reaching for his belt, tugging at the buckle. Joel watches as you pull his belt free, fingers ghosting over his length confined in the denim as you pull down the zip. 

When your fingers dip inside to grasp him he can’t stop the choked “fuck” that escapes his throat. Pulling him free of his boxers, your jaw drops at the size, fuck he’s thick, so thick, and swaying heavily between his legs, dripping with precum. With hesitant fingers you run the pad of your thumb down his slit, smearing the fluid, stopping to rub your thumb on the underside of his head. Joel can’t help the jerky twitch of his hips at the stimulation. You take that as a positive, repeating the action once, twice more, before calloused hands still your movements. You look up to Joel, confusion clear on your face. 

“Won’t last if you keep that up” Joel explains, his voice a whisper, vulnerability evident even in his low tone. 

You release his length from your grasp, bringing your thumb coated in his arousal to your mouth, sucking tentatively. You don’t notice Joel watching you through hooded eyes, but he makes quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking the offending fabric off as quick as his aching bones will let him.  

Experienced hands lift your legs to hook over his hips as he settles himself between your thighs again. You can feel the thick length of Joel’s cock pressed firmly against you, sliding through the wetness left by his mouth and your orgasm as he ruts against you. It takes the entirety of Joel’s willpower to not fuck into you, coming back to himself, he remembers why he’s doing this. 

“Gotta tell me if y’need to stop” he slurs against your temple and he feels you nod as he presses a soft kiss to your clammy skin. Joel rests the heavy weight of his cock against your entrance, running the head between your folds, bumping your clit and soaking himself with your wetness. He presses himself in to your tight heat and you feel like you’re being split open, wincing at the burn “I know, ‘m sorry darlin’, it won’t hurt for long promise”   

Joel pushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face, big hands cupping your face, open mouth dragging against yours. He tries to distract you with wet kisses to your jaw but when he pushes himself deeper you cry out, hands flying to claw at his hips, stopping him from moving any further. 

“We can stop” Joel mutters into your open mouth but you give a quick shake of your head 

“No. I’m okay, I’ll be okay” The feeling is foreign, neither his fingers or tongue could’ve prepared you for the stretch of his cock, nor the desperate ache that settled deep inside you, the one you know only Joel can satisfy. 

You can feel him throbbing inside you, and it’s taking everything in him to hold still

“Eyes on me darlin’” Joel orders as he pries your hand off his hip, entwines his fingers with yours, and pins your hand to the mattress. Your eyes meet through the darkness and there’s a softness in Joel’s eyes you wish you could bottle and keep.

You tense up in anticipation of Joel’s next movement, squeezing your cunt around Joel’s cock

“Fuckin’ Christ  darlin’, y’gotta relax, just relax” you will your body to relax, to release the squeezing of your core, “that’s it, doin’ so good, you’re doin’ so good. Takin me so well” and yes, you keen at his praise, the throb of arousal in your stretched cunt is heavenly and Joel takes your moment of distraction to sink the rest of his length into you. 

“Fuck” you whimper, the sharp stretch shocks you, eyes widening.

He shudders a breath above you, “‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry”

“So big Joel. ‘T  hurts” you practically sob and the sound breaks his heart in ways he didn’t expect. Joel breaks eye contact first, fixing his eyes on where you’re currently impaled on his cock. He moves to pull out but you tighten your thighs, keeping him still “No, don’t. Don’t wanna stop. Just give me a minute” you close your eyes and breath in deep through your nose, letting a shaky breath out. 

“Touch yourself,” Joel orders, bringing your hand still clutching his to his mouth, wetting your fingers with his tongue before pressing your fingers against your clit “‘t’ll make you feel better” 

You obey, stroking your bundle of nerves, still sensitive from your previous orgasm “that feel good?” He asks as you tighten involuntarily around him. 

“Yes,” you pause for a moment, continuing to stroke at your clit. Warmth blooms under your fingers, arousal spreading through your body, loosening your muscles, the discomfort subsides, leaving behind a different kind of ache “can you move? Please” 

The way you ask him, with your pleases and thank yous, still so polite despite the harsh world you live in, it’s innocent and sweet, and he loves it. It activates something primal in him, some deep desire to protect you, to please you. To pleasure you. 

Joel settles his knees wide on the mattress, pulling his cock from your depths before pushing back in slowly, when you don’t stop him he repeats the action. “shit darlin’, so fuckin’ tight”, and he’s not wrong, the girth of his cock is stretching you in ways you’ve never been before, you can feel every vein, every ridge, every goddamn fucking inch as he works himself in and out of you. It’s steady, controlled, almost gentle, the way he rolls his hips, leaving enough space between you for your fingers to continue working your clit, not that you need the distraction anymore. 

He could cum right there, your aching cunt absolute bliss around him. The whine that leaves your throat is of pleasure not pain and the tightness in his chest borders on uncomfortable. He’s done this before, he’s experienced, he’s had women screaming his name but nothing compares to the breathy sound of his name leaving your lips. You’re so sweet, eyes fluttering, fingers ghosting across the skin of his hips, the softness of his belly, the firm muscles of his chest and his broad shoulders. 

You could pretend, wrapped up in Joel like this, that it’s not the end of the world, that this comfy bed in this nicely decorated house is yours and Joel’s. You pretend, just for a minute, as he’s fucking himself into you, that he’s yours. Your hands reaching to wrap around his back, nails scratching at the muscles working beneath the skin, it’s intimate.

You feel his pace falter, “‘m close darlin’” he mumbles into the thick air above you, “fuck, y’gotta come for me baby, come on” it sounds like he’s begging and you find that you quite like the sound of Joel begging, especially when he’s begging you to cum for him.  

He can see you’re close, legs twitching, breathing heavy, he can feel the tell-tale flutters in your cunt and he knows “what d’ya need?” He pants, chasing your high, no care or regard for his own anymore, he just wants you to get there. 

“Joel, I need mo-” he drives himself into you deeper, tilting his hips to rub his cock against your sweet spot. With fluttering eyes and heaving chest you whine a tight “that’s it” fingers working furiously at your clit, hips rocking down as you meet his thrusts “Joel, yes” you groan, the sound reverberating in your chest. 

He feels your cunt squeeze him “tha’s it, good girl”, he needs to stop or he’ll cum but you don’t care, continuing to rock your hips, thrusting down forcefully against him, cock reaching deeper than you thought possible and you tense, muttering a “fuck” as you cum hard around him. You can’t comprehend that this is what it feels like, the violent quivering of your muscles, tight and squeezing. Fuck, you don’t want to let this feeling go, Joel’s cock buried so deep inside you it hurts, you never want to cum without this ever again. 

Joel gives a few tight thrusts, “Shit, what a sight” He has to pull out, he can’t cum inside you, can’t take the risk but the rhythmic pulsing of your walls is dragging him kicking and screaming to the edge.  You let out a breathy “inside Joel, inside,” the way you say his name sends a shiver down his spine, but the way you moan the softest “please” has him cumming, cock twitching violently, hips rocking, pushing his release deeper. 

His mouth meets yours roughly, ragged groans escaping between harsh kisses as he continues to pump inside you. He can’t remember the last time he came this hard, beyond satisfied and completely drained but he still can’t break his lips from yours. The kiss is soft now, tender and lazy, something close to loving. His sweaty weight above you is grounding, bringing you back to reality. 

Joel groans and drops his forehead to your chest, cock still buried deep you can sense his reluctance to part from you, you tangle your fingers in his hair, allowing him to rest against you. He stays for a minute or two before groaning, aging knees and shoulders protesting as he hovers over you. 

He moves slowly, dragging his softening cock out from your over sensitive heat and you moan low in the back of your throat as he disappears, returning from the en-suite with a damp towel, 

“There’s warm water” he mumbles as he wipes the towel gently between your legs. You hum contentedly, your tired body drowsy and dopamine drunk. You briefly think about the long hot shower you’re going to take in the morning when the bed dips next to you and Joel reaches for you, rolling you into his side, your head on his chest. If you had more energy you’d say something but the gentle caress of Joel’s thumb behind your ear and the slow thump of his heartbeat quickly has your eyes closing and your breath steadying. 

“Was that” Joel pauses, what, good? All right? Just okay? he thinks it’ll kill him if it was bad for you

“Good, it was good” you offer him a soft smile “thank you” 

“Christ darlin’ so fuckin’ polite” he can feel himself stirring again beneath the sheets, and fuck he’s depraved, he’s convinced you could make him cum just by saying please. 

Joel must think you’re asleep and you feel it more than you hear it, his whispered admission of “love you” spoken into your hair as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head. 

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[jals-stuff]

Hihi! First of all I LOVE your writing and thank you for feeding us hungry Orter fans with your work (I have been STRAVING for his fic) so if you don't mind, I have a little request! So I imagine in a what if Orter has a crush on someone (aka us and ofc we gotta like the sandman back) who's always on a dangerous mission due to how strong they are who is ALSO his partner time to time and one day, they just went into a coma from overusing their magic. MAYBE when they woke up, the two will confess to each other or?? Idk I will let you cook 🧑‍🍳

(Sorry if my wording is a little confusing!)

good day/evening anon! your wording is just fine no worries

first of all, thank you SO much, this brightened my day by a lot, you have absolutely no clue what kind of serotonin torrent you have unleashed. I am glad at least some people like my writings, that's why I'm doing it.

I don't think this is 100% close to what you described, but I hope you'll like it regardless-

Should be gn!reader if I didn't mess it up...

warnings: SLIGHT SPOILIES, bit dark, mentions of death, bit of despair... not proofread I am so sorry.

word count: 2.8k

note: I apologise for any dumb mistakes because I physically cannot proofread myself at 6am but if I don't post it now I won't do it ever. please don't hate me anon

What if...

As much as he hates to admit it (to himself, of course), Orter had grown a little bit too fond of you. The way you greet him whenever you come back from a mission, or the way you always make sure to respect the rules and act logically while also protecting everyone around you when the two of you would go on missions together. 

The way you whine when your legs are tired after walking long distances, the way you always bring him a little something to eat when you know it’s going to be a long trip. You’ve always been good to everyone, much opposed to the cold man; but it wasn’t the only difference between the two of you.

Everyone has their own logic and, as much as you respected your own, his was quite different. While you wanted to take every single possibility into consideration, he preferred not to overload his mind with useless statistics and just think of a solution when the time comes.

However, a lot of things aren’t affected by logic, such as feelings, and how could the dense sandman guess that you were absolutely enamoured with him? These were variables he would’ve never imagined, even though he was painfully into you as well. 

Of course, he was your top priority, and protecting him from harm even though he was a rather powerful mage was of the utmost importance. He should’ve known that when the two of you recklessly charged into enemy territory in an attempt to weaken the devil’s quintuplets before they would be on the move.

Orter was a man of many things, but “what if''s were not part of his usual reasoning, and that was the biggest mistake of his life. However he only realised it too late when you had to break your own limits to make sure he’d go back safely. It was time to retreat, but the two of you had been completely cornered. 

Having a dormant god inside of your wand had many benefits, but Psyche was not an entity to be trifled with. The Soul Goddess would, each time you requested even a fraction of her power, take a huge toll on your stamina and sanity, and this time it was more than critical.

You were already exhausted from using so much of your mana, and now you were completely surrounded by Innocent Zero's sons. Unleashing your Psyche Inclination and ordering all of the quintuplets to sleep immediately surpassed your own boundaries.

You knew what would happen if you pushed beyond your limits with your personal magic, but it was completely worth it. After all, what was the point of living anymore if the only person you loved was dead? 

All of them were immensely powerful, and neutralising such strong enemies was not a meagre task. As soon as the last one fell to the ground in blissful slumber, you felt something rupture inside of you; like a used rope that suddenly lets go, your breath hitched and you collapsed to the floor. 

It was all pitch black, and your consciousness kept you company just long enough to let you hear Orter’s panicked voice calling out for you. Yet somehow, despite the fact that you were falling into the pitch-black abyss, you felt relieved that he, above everything and everyone, was safe.

But anything beyond the confines of your darkened mind was unknown to you and despite your multiple attempts to open your eyes and wake up, everything went silent.

“No, no no…”

Had you been awake, you would’ve been astonished at how Orter had never been that distressed before, at least not in front of you. The loss of his dear friend Alex Elliot had taught him a painful lesson not to get attached to anyone and to simply stick to the rules, but he had let himself fall for you, and now he was experiencing the trauma once more.

“Please, no… not them…” 

Not only were you unconscious, you had done this to yourself for his sake. He was aware of that fact; had you not decided to literally put yourself through such an ordeal, the two of you would be dead already.

But unlike his deceased junior, your heart was still beating and there was still time to save you. He had never run so fast in his entire life, carrying you carefully in his arms to bring you back to the Bureau’s infirmary, laying you down as gently as he could as the nurses rushed to assess your state.

You weren’t hurt, so to say, but the abusive usage of your personal magic had plunged you into a coma, and it was unsure if you would ever wake up from it. 

It looked like you were peacefully asleep, maybe dreaming of a better place you would possibly join soon; unmoving and slowly breathing, as if nothing had happened. Orter knew you could possibly open your eyes anytime, and it kept him distracted every time he would fill his paperwork or go on a mission.

Whenever he had free time, he would rush to the infirmary to check on you, make sure you’re still breathing, or even talk to you. It could help you come back to your senses, or so the nurses said, and as ridiculous as he felt when he talked to your inert body, he would’ve done anything in his power to bring you back, as slim as the chances were.

But then it suddenly hit him. What could he possibly tell you if you ever woke up? He would for sure apologise, but other than that? How could he face you after you had quite literally sacrificed yourself for him? He wasn’t even sure he could look into your eyes again.

Did you resent him for this?

Would you forgive his recklessness?

Would you give him this warm smile he had gotten so used to?

And would it be time for him to finally admit his feelings? You were right here, in front of him, yet you weren’t there. He missed you so dearly, the sound of your voice, the shit eating grin you’d give him whenever he was wrong and you were right, the way you’d laugh at his disgruntled expression afterwards…

All of these interactions he thought annoyed him were now severely missed and he would’ve given anything to even just see the colour of your eyes one more time. 

And see he didn’t, for what seemed to be an eternity. Everyday, when he’d come to visit you, a small part of him hoped your eyes would be open and you’d greet him the way you always did, but every time, he was met with your inanimate form, comfortably laid in the infirmary bed. 

His hope of hearing your voice ever again gradually vanished with every one-sided conversation he had with your unconscious figure, swallowing down his emotions with every word he said. He was slowly accepting the fact that you might just never open your eyes again.

The more this thought settled into his mind, the more desperate he grew, and suddenly, his usual mindset faded away and his brain filled with “what if”s. 

What if he had taken some time to listen to your suggestions, what if he had thought of a plan B like you always had? What if he had ever told you about his feelings, what if you loved him back? What if you didn't? What if you never woke up?

Dread took over on his other emotions and suddenly, it wasn’t hope that drove him to visit you everyday; it was despair. What if you never opened your eyes again? How could he ever live with your presence replaced by this horrifying feeling of guilt for letting you die in his place? 

You were surely powerful enough that you could’ve ran away on your own, and left him behind if needed; it would’ve been the logical, reasonable thing to do. But the heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. Of course, he should’ve known that you would never leave him behind, but precisely because it was completely illogical, it never occurred to him that you would willingly let yourself be hurt if he had a chance to make it out alive.

Now he was sitting at your bedside and kept hoping you’d wake up, just open your eyes and talk to him, greet him and say everything was going to be fine, just the way it was before… it seemed like he hadn’t heard your voice in an eternity, and it was weighing on him the whole time. Like a burden he would have to carry forever if you didn’t wake up from this coma you had put yourself into for his own sake.

His eyes never left your figure as he spoke to you kindly, as if you were still awake. Of course, occasional visitors would look at him like he was a lunatic, talking to someone who was obviously not here to answer, but it didn’t matter to him anymore.

Orter was ready to abandon his image for your sake, sometimes even skipping work and breaking his own principles so he could hold your hand for another minute before going on yet another perilous mission. 

The thought of you dying peacefully in your sleep haunted his mind every single day, and his sorrow was great enough that, more than once, he did consider exhausting himself enough so he would be defenceless enough for an enemy to just take him out of his misery.

For weeks, months, his mind was plagued with the thought of you leaving him forever, of not being able to tell you about these feelings he thought were completely unnecessary. Shame and rejection didn’t even matter to him anymore and he just longed for the day you’d wake up and even just look at him. 

He was on a mission, the day he heard that one of your fingers had merely twitched. Breaking protocol was far from his usual behaviour, but he needed to see you. That is how he accidentally drowned an entire area in sand, catching both enemies and harmless monsters in his Antlion’s Nest. 

The rules didn’t matter to him anymore, it was a physical need to see if you were okay and to maybe, just maybe hear your voice. 

However, he walked in on something completely different. Many of the other Divine Visionaries were gathered around you in religious silence, observing you. He had to push through the crowd and his heart stopped for a second when he saw you. 

You were sitting up in your bed, slightly confused as to why everyone was staring like this. For you, mere seconds had passed but in reality it had been literal months. As your eyes travelled amongst the crowd, you saw Orter, who was also staring at you in utter disbelief. 

The infirmary was completely silent, and no one was moving, as if time had suddenly stopped. Ryoh threw a glance at the others and they just silently left. Now it was just you and Orter, looking at each other in both confusion and shock. He stumbled towards the chair that was resting near your bed and he slowly took a seat.

“Well… you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Upon hearing your voice, he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding. It was like all of his burdens were suddenly lifted off his shoulders and his head and arms simply collapsed against the mattress, much to your confusion. You raised your hand to reach for his hair and upon seeing how your nails had grown so much, you realised something probably happened.

“It’s been months! I thought you’d never wake up! I thought I wouldn’t hear your voice ever again. Why on Earth would you do such a thing? No, no... it was all my fault. I'm sorry, (Y/N), I'm so, so sorry.” 

He sounded angry, but he really wasn’t. You started connecting the dots and it took you a bit of time to understand that you had been unconscious for the past few months, worrying the poor sandman to death, though right now it didn’t matter at all. 

“I’m glad you’re alive, Orter.”

Although you had been unconscious for literal months, seeing the Desert Cane unharmed was such a huge relief for you. However, not everything was swell inside his mind. He still felt extremely guilty that you nearly died for him, and nothing could possibly pay back this humongous debt he thought he owed you. 

But seeing his relieved expression when he looked at you was enough of a payback. He had watched you wither away for months and now you were finally back to the world of the living, eyes focused on him and him only. 

You tried to stand up but as soon as your arms attempted to lift your form, they gave out and you started losing balance. Orter immediately stood up from his chair to catch you, wrapping his arms around your now weak body to support you, but even after you were back to your spot, he wouldn’t let go. He simply sat on your bed next to you, not letting go. 

Almost out of instinct, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh, your arms raising up slightly.

“Please, just rest, you must be really exhausted.”

But his words just didn’t reach you, you needed this. After a while and a lot of effort, you managed to rest these weak arms of yours against his shoulders, on the sides of his neck, and he fell silent. You had no strength at all but he could feel you use all of your willpower to embrace him, and you also seemed like you wouldn’t let go.

He seemed fine with it as he slightly nuzzled your neck and closed his eyes, finally relaxing a little after this emotional rollercoaster. It felt so comfortable to finally be in his arms after such a long time spent longing for him, as if you were finally where you belonged. 

“I missed you.” Orter said quietly, close to your ear. His arms tightened around and you would've probably cried hadn't you been so exhausted. Your words were stuck in your throat and you could only nod and hum softly, your voice cutting inside your throat. 

His arms tightened around you further, holding you into a comforting hug, one of his hands gently going through your hair and keeping your head close to him. You exhaled again, wanting nothing more than to keep holding him. 

“Just don't let go. Please.”

Your voice was muffled by his embrace but you were close enough to his ear for him to understand your words, and you could've sworn you heard his breath hitch for a second as his arms tightened even harder around you.

“I won't.” He sighs into your neck, comfortably seated on the side of your bed, and you wanted nothing more than to lay back down and have him hold you, but you were still in the infirmary and it would've been very problematic to be seen like this.

“I won't, ever. I can't.” He held you even closer now, like he was trying to merge with you, your chest and his pressed against each other as if to share your heartbeats.

Although you had never seen Orter being this close with anyone before, it all felt very natural. Just like the way his hand slid from your hair to your cheek, like the way he moved away from you slowly, his usually cold gaze now soft and filled with something you weren't quite used to.

Just like the way he couldn't take it any longer and gave in to the physical urge to softly press his lips to yours. You didn't pull away, of course; the moment too precious to let surprise ruin it. 

You returned the kiss, your eyes now closed to take in the pleasant, wholesome warmth his embrace brought to you, after you'd been so cold for literal months. 

As nothing lasts forever, your lips and his slowly separated, but his eyes were now on yours again. 

“I won't let you fall again, (Y/N), I promise.”

You couldn't help but give a soft chuckle and his expression turned slightly puzzled. Of course, you two didn't share the same braincells.

“I've already fallen too hard.” You breathed out.

His eyes widened for a second before he regained his composure and brushed a few hairs away from your face to place them behind your ear.

“Then I guess we’re both down now.” he finally admitted, his expression just a little softer and his lips almost curved into a smile. 

You were suddenly thankful for Orter holding you so close, lest your heart would've jumped out of your chest. 

“I love you, just… in case it wasn't clear enough.” He awkwardly added, and you thought it was just adorable. Another chuckle escaped you with a nod.

“I know. I love you too.”

He hummed softly and sighed deeply in relief. 

That was one “what if” finally satisfied, and probably the first of a long list.

[pinievsev]

pls make a lil xavier thorpe fluff moment, preferably maybe he's teaching the reader to paint and they get caught up with each other? hehe

Sure thing! <3

QUALITY TIME

Pairing: Xavier thorpe x gn!reader

Warnings: maybe some swear words, kissing, alot of fluff :]

It had been a long day at Nevermore Academy, you were assigned alot of homework and had the worse possible classes.

Right now, you were on your way to Xavier's 'personal art studio' as he called it. It was not that far from the academy building but far enough not to be noticed. It could be a pain to get to tho, jumping over branches and mud.

Finally, you made it. You knew Xavier was inside, he'd text you and told you he would be here after classes. You raised your fist to knock on the door, he'd said you didn't have to but you did anyways.

A few seconds later the door opened revealing a tired looking Xavier,his eyes looked dark and he had eyebags, he's hair was messily in a half up half down bun and his clothes full of paint. Your heart broke. "Hey" you said gently, fearing he'd break "hey.." he replied opening the door further for you to walk in. You gasped, there were paintings and drawings of the monster he's told you he has been seeing in his dreams everywhere. Your heart broke even more.

You stared at one painting, half finished still on the stand. It was like it was staring right back at you.

Xavier for some reason panicked "i- I'm sorry,here!" He grabbed a nearby sheet and covered it up "don't apologise" you tilted your head to the side looking up at him "have you slept at all..?" You asked your voice barely above a whisper. Xavier shook his head looking down "I am just... Scared to" you nodded even though he couldn't see you. You felt horrible, you wanted to help but didn't know how.

"maybe we should take your mind off of it!" You said after some thinking " what? How?" You looked around "show me how to paint" you said once again happily "seriously?" You only nodded and smiled at him "fine come here" he said placing a clean canvas on a stand, pulling you to stand Infront of it he stood behind you handing you a paint brush and holding your hand, his other arm hugging you around your middle as if he'd lose you. "Right so..." He started talking.

You stared up at him rumbling on and on, you zoned out. He looked at peace talking about something he loved. "Understand?" He tilted his head down to look at you. You just looked back "were you even listening to me?" He asked suspiciously "yeah." He narrowed his eyes "no you weren't" you turned to face him "yes, yes I was!" You protested "what did I say then" he asked. A smile starting to form on his lips "well...." You started but sighed in defeat "okay maybe I wasn't paying attention" he shook his head and raised his eyebrow "and why is that?" You smiled innocently "I found something more interesting to look at".

His smile widened hearing that "oh really?" "And what is that?" He leaned down a bit "not telling" he pulled you closer "pleaseee" you shook your head "nope" he moved even closer, your faces now mare inches apart "pretty please?" He playfully pouted, you stared into his eyes, "you" you whispered, a sudden wave of confidence washing ove you.

He didn't react to that but his eyes started to get glossy "Xavier?.." you asked "mhm?" "Are you okay?" He nodded closing the gap between you two into a gentle kiss. After you pulled back he smiled sadly at you his eyes roaming over your face "you make me happy you know that?" He asked and you smiled back "you do too..." You replied and kissed him again your arms around his neck, his behind your back. You actually helped.

Sorry if it was a little short and bad!

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[stevenblueniverse]

Bellow selkie au Chapter 8!

I told you I'd be posting these more!

Chapter 8 sister pink

The sun shining in through the old curtained windows woke yellow up, it was still quite early and yellow hadn't slept much, she fell asleep very late too. Blue diamond was still sleeping and tightly holding onto her, she was still completely naked. " I need to tell her to stop this", yellow thought, trying to gently move blue off her and looking away from her body, "She's so innocent, maybe I'm the one in the wrong for how she makes me feel..", yellow pulled the bedsheets over blue's body, got some clothes and got dressed in the bathroom, blue's white coat was still sitting on the bed, untouched.

Yellow looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, it was very dusty and old, you could barely see any details with it, "whats wrong with me", she thought to herself as she buttoned up her white dress shirt, "I'm so disgusting for how I feel about the selkie, she must never know about this or she'll think I'm just like the human who took away her sister". Yellow got dressed and opened the bathroom door, she was wearing black pants that where slightly too long for her and her long black jacket, blue was now awake and looking over at her, still laying in the bed with the covers over her.

"Good morning, yellow", blue greeted her, reaching over to get her coat, she got up from the bed and put it one while making eye contact with yellow. "Blue...", yellow spoke, becoming quite nervous, "yes?", yellow didn't know how to say this without embarrassing the selkie or feeling like a horrible pervert, "y-you know what you did last night was very uncommon for humans, not just the fact you where naked but you where so.....touchy.", yellow didn't know how to phrase this at all, she was really struggling, "Usually only humans in romantic relationships do that to eacother", sweat started to run down her face, talking about it just made her even more embarrassed, blue just nodded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I needed to prove my trust, I didn't know no other way, did you not like it? Was it wrong?", blue apologised, "I'm so sorry, why did I do that, I needed to prove how much I trusted you somehow!", "no its okay! Just forget it ever happened, I feel awful for even telling you its wrong it's my fault you didn't know any better!", yellow tried to reassure blue but it didn't work, she felt awful. "How is it your fault!? It's mine I'm here on human land and I can't even understand how you humans act! I've done something so wrong and horrible haven't I? Please don't act nice with me! Tell me the full extent of how wrong it was! ILL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!", blue was starting to become emotional and it made yellow feel even more guilt, "no blue I should be the one apologising! I was the one who saw it as romantic I was the one who had such wrong feel-", "DONT APOLOGISE FOR ANYTHING YELLOW!", blue bowed her head and started to cry, "how will i ever be able to get my sister back if I can't underhand you humans? I'll just fail and they'll know who I am, what I am", blue covered her face and started to cry more and more.

"Please don't cry, blue", yellow said, moving blues hands from her face, tears still pouring out, "I'll help you, I'll teach you everything, don't worry", yellow smiled back at her, she gently wiped away blue's tears, feeling her soft skin once again, "I'll help you get your sister back, that's why we are here! I'll do it for you", blue rubbed her face with her sleeves and loudly sniffled, "t-thank you so much yellow", she hugged yellow again, this time much less awkward as she was wearing her coat. "I'll do anything for you blue, I'll get your sister back as soon as possible, I'll find her coat and she can return to the sea with you", as yellow spoke she became worried her real feelings for blue would start to slip out.

"It will be very difficult though, you've seen her husband, he has a lot of control over her, that time when I was with her was the first time in years I've saw her.", blue said, letting go of yellow, "she looks so different now, she has a son too, maybe she is more used to the human life style now", "please have hope blue", yellow replied, taking a huge risk and moving her hand onto blue's, "I'll do it, as long as it makes you happy, I never want to see you cry like that again, tell me, what is your sister's name? I think I heard the man call her rose, I think I've seen her around here too, i'll probably be able to get more info on her", blue looked down to yellow's hand and moved her fingers inbetween hers, "her name was pink diamond now the humans call her rose", she said, a light sadness in her voice, yellow was taken off guard by her name but was more distracted by her and blue now holding hands.

"Did the humans change her name?", yellow asked, fearing it would make blue uncomfortable, "im not sure", blue replied, "maybe she never told that man her real name, as punishment for trapping her". Yellow looked down at her hand intertwined with blue's once again, trying to take deep breaths and controll the growing redness in her cheeks, " I hope one day you'll tell me your real name", she thought to herself

[wingsoverlagos]

Hi, wingsoverlagos! Love your blog from The Bruce McMouse Show' Paul to your posts on magic Lewisohn. Thank you a lot! And not that it matters but I thought about you when read this comment on youtube (by @DrAnne-mc8er, who tells nice and seems truely stories about her family, especially on her unkle worked with The Beatles in 1969, and her own childhood near Paul, John, George and Ringo),

'… I've kept written diaries my whole life, which our youngest daughter is in the (necessarily) very long process of putting in date order with my help. These go way back to the early 50's, and include things which (now) seem so innocent and naive. Like when John knocked me off a swing in the local park, and when John and Paul had a real fight over a pair of £2 roller skates, both refusing to give up the one skate they each were holding on to for dear life! LOL Obviously this was when we were all still teenage kids fooling around.

Yes, I was contacted by a lady well over a year ago from "the office of" Mr Lewisohn in London, which to be quite honest, I thought was an arrogant way of him going about things, and I said so to the lady. Anyway he called back to "personally apologise". I should probably clarify that I'm now well into my seventies, and have a number of health issues. Yet rather than come up and see me at home in Liverpool, Mr Lewisohn assumed that I would be so keen to be in his book, that I would take the 3 hour train journey, to go and see him (or an assistant) in London, stay overnight if necessary, and then "hope" that anything I would say about the early days, might make it into his planned book. ALL at my own personal expense!

Needless to say I told my husband what Mr Lewisohn expected, and I also phoned Paul to tell him (in no uncertain terms) what I thought of the man. Frustratingly, our daughter who's here now, has just said I can't say what Paul said to me over the phone, here in a public forum. So that's as much as I can say. Well, other than I chose NOT to take the delightful Mr Lewisohn up on his offer! (I'm angry with him now all over again, just recalling what the arrogant sod expected me to do!) But anyway greenatom, you now know the story behind all that.

PS - Our daughter's gone home, so I'll quickly tell you that Paul said he'd talk to Richie (Ringo) about everything, and would phone me back. Anyway in the meantime, Barb phoned me and said Richie was furious with this Mark Lewisohn about what had happened, and that he should "stick his effing book where the sun don't shine!" LOL Then Paul phoned me back the same evening, and said he'd been round to Richie and Barb's (which of course I knew after chatting with Barb earlier), and said it was entirely up to me. but that he and Richie, both felt that I should tell Mark Lewisohn to "eff off". So I don't know for certain, but I think Paul and Richie might have temporarily fallen out a bit with Mr Lewisohn. Not just because of how he spoke to me, but mainly because as Paul said over the phone, the book is supposed to be about The Beatles. Not what the lads got up to as kids individually. Sorry for writing such a stupidly long reply, but take care anyway, and please stay healthy and wear a mask x' From https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hv2EkzqUb8&lc=Ugy-Dnq03NdsYhh6xTB4AaABAg&ab_channel=YouCan%27tUnhearThis

Thank you so much for reading my posts, and for sending this message along! The comment thread in question is very interesting and sent me down quite the rabbithole. I wanted to believe! But I fear this person's story doesn't line up on close inspection.

The thread in question is at the top of the comment section on this video on the You Can't Unhear This Youtube channel. It's from the user "DrAnne-mc8er" who claims to be the neice of Bob Moog, of synthesizer fame. The thread is over 100 comments long with many replies by Dr. Anne. In addition to being the neice of Bob Moog, she claims to have known Paul and George as kids, being a couple of years younger than them, and to still be friends with them to this day. She says she has many handwritten journals starting in the 1950s and, most pertinently, she claims to have been contacted by the office of Mark Lewisohn. Her story goes that a research assistant of Lewisohn contacted her; Dr. Anne thought it was rudely done, and Lewisohn then conteacted her personally to apologize. She came away with the impression that he was full of himself, and then spoke to Paul & Ringo, who confirmed that Lewisohn was bad news.

Obviously, this story was like catnip to me. Having beef with Mark Lewisohn is such a specific thing to lie about, I thought, would anyone bother to add this detail if they were simply LARPing as someone celeb-adjacent? Still, there were some details that gave me pause. Dr. Anne said, for instance, that John was a devout christian at the time of the Maureen Cleave interview, which...lol. But one very wrong assumption doesn't necessarily invalidate her entire story. She also said that George Harrison had done uncredited backing vocals on London Town, which sounds improbable, but idk, you never know???

So I decided to dig in to see if anything she said held water. First, I image searched her profile picture (crazy how using a basic google function makes me feel like Sherlock Holmes), and the results were somewhat encouraging: the picture was indeed of a Dr. Anne Cremona, a psychologist. Further digging showed that the real Dr. Anne and the commenter Dr. Anne both professed to have at least four children. On the flip side, Commenter Dr. Anne purports to live in Liverpool, while Actual Dr. Anne practices in London. Not a realistic commute, eh?

But the story truly fell apart once I looked into Bob Moog, who I previously knew nothing about aside from the fact that he was the Synthesizer Guy. Commenter Dr. Anne said that her mother was Bob Moog's younger sister, who had moved to the UK in 1938. She named her grandfather as Robert Sr. There are claims with all of these problems, not the least of which is the fact that Bob Moog seems to have been an only child. I read the first few chapters of a biography of Moog--(Switched On by Albert Glinsky)--which provides plenty of detail on Moog's family going several generations back, but doesn't mention any siblings.

The second issue is the timing: based on this commenter's story, she would have been born around 1944 or 1945. Bob Moog was born in 1934. If he somehow had a younger sister who went unmentioned in his biography, she would have been at most three years old in 1938, when she purportedly went to Liverpool--with a non-parent guardian, as Bob Moog lived with both his parents. This sister would have been ten at the oldest when "Dr. Anne" claims to have been born.

Then we have her grandfather, Robert Sr. Bob Moog was actually the first Robert in a long line of Georges. His dad was George, his grandfather was George, and his great-grandfather was, I think, Georg. There may have been another George thrown in there.

So it seems like this commenter is just doing some high effort LARPing. The thing I'm left wondering is whether or not this commenter is actually Dr. Anne Cremona. If it isn't, they didn't just pick a random picture for their troll account, but used her name as well, all while incorporating details that seem pulled from her life. There's the number of children for one, but the commenter also sprinkles in some psychology talk.

What's the deal? Is this an actual psychologist doing some dedicated trolling (the comment chain spanned a time period of more than a year) with her actual name and picture? Or is this a troll impersonating an actual psychologist as part of their neice-of-Bob-Moog routine?

Thank you for sending this my way, @tavolgisvist! It may not be the genuine article, but I had a lot of fun digging into it. The Mark Lewisohn Tipline (my askbox) is always open!

[willowthighpillow]

If any of y'all contributed in @118sexen's hate, fuck you. There is no possible excuse for someone's possible death. I hope that she's alive, so fucking badly, and I feel like a horrible person for not having been there in time to help her. But if she's not, there is no explanation that will justify for Melody's death.

I didn't know her for long, and I hope I can know her for longer, but I know she was amazing, funny, nice, caring, kind, and so much more. And yet y'all insulted her, misgendered her, and dog piled on her because she supported transmascs and enbies on a post about transfems???? That's bullshit. She deserved better. She deserves better. So much fucking better.

Y'all complain about Twitter's media literacy, and about how the people there are horrible, and yet apparently hundreds of people think it's still okay to give a CHILD multiple panic attacks and make her feel like it's her fault for everything.

And yet none of the people who contributed in this one-sided hatred, in this mob directed towards a MINOR (how many times do I have to emphasise this), will take a step forwards and apologise. Because why would you? It's a child who you never knew, so why should you care if you caused her death?

And if she is alive (which god I fucking hope she is, so fucking bad), I know people are going to keep getting mad at her for "pretending" or for "not going through with it". That is not what a good person does. That's what a horrible person with a death wish towards someone innocent does, and there's no fucking excuse. Fuck you.

Any excuses will be blocked on sight, you're not a Knight in shining armor, you're an angry mob who caused the death of a good person.

I pray that Melody is alive and that she's safe, but if she's not, may she rest in peace. I love you Melody. You're amazing. I'm sorry I wasn't able to do more for you.

[itscaramelia]

[ 1 ] before i love you na, na, na i'm gonna leave you na, na, na before i'm someone you leave behind i'll break your heart so you don't break mine Kieran x MC ; Kieran learns of love and heartbreak in a week, and swears he never will again. words: 2209

(rewrite of the Indigo Disk DLC from Kieran's POV, originally written before it came out but now includes scenes from the DLC aprox. 2 years has passed between DLCs) part of takeaway series / cross-posted on AO3

Some people call it obsessive, but Kieran’s always been a little too much for most. 

It used to be for Ogerpon and her stories. He knew every word by heart, recited it like a pledge to strength and bravery and courage every night with the hopes that he’ll internalise enough of it and wake up the next morning a new person. It was his routine for as long as he remembered, for a good fifteen years of his life, he did the same thing every night. 

And then she came, with her aviators and shining leather shoes and matching bag, hair pinned and tied back into a deceivingly sweet, innocent style that he couldn’t help but stare at. She was so different from what he knew, so out of place in small homely Kitakami, yet she ran around like she lived there her entire life. She looked like one of the Unovan girls back at Blueberry Academy, surrounded by their gaggle of friends and always telling one exaggerated story or another about someone in their class, who only looked at him with disgust and mockery and actively avoided him. 

The exact sort of person he wanted to avoid back home. 

But she… wasn’t like that. At all. She made sure to smile with everyone she was talking to, her voice was soft and every sentence was sung to the melody of the Starly around the island. She laughed so easily, and for once, he didn’t feel like he was being mocked when someone laughed around him. She put her all into each thing she did, even small things like posing for a picture, and she listened to all his ramblings and he had never felt so acknowledged by someone. 

Violetta .

It was a little unnerving, especially when her sunglasses hid her eyes so well, how quickly he found himself comfortable around her. And then she called him her friend so enthusiastically, with a wide smile and soft laughter, and his heart skipped a beat. 

He thinks she would love Wisteria Pond, would probably float amongst the trees like its rightful spirit guardian, hair and eyes blending into the flowers. Maybe he could ask for a few more days in Kitakami, just to show her around more. There’s six wonders after all.

Maybe after the festival, he’d be able to choke up enough courage to ask her out. 

She fit perfectly into an old jinbei and his grandma tied her hair into a semi-traditional side ponytail. When she took off her sunglasses, he swore not even their sunsets could match how vivid the purple in her eyes were. He was almost glad they couldn’t find a mask for her, her eyes shouldn’t have been hidden for so long. And they were just as expressive as her, in the way they caught the light and reflected differently with every emotion.

He liked to pretend the festival was an almost-date. Their fingers brushed when he handed her a candy apple, and maybe he saw a hint of a blush on her face when she took it. And then they walked back together, and all she had to tell him was that she and Carmine weren’t laughing at him back there, that she just wanted to enjoy the stars when Carmine came and she loved Kitakami and spending time with him, and he believed her and apologised and trusted her entirely. 

Then she lied again. 

And every time she looked at him afterwards, it was with furrowed brows and a smile that never quite reached her eyes, and it hurt more than when he was the school outcast. Suddenly, he was back to being the outsider looking in as his sister took all of Violetta’s time away, taking the one person he thought he had away from him, and monopolising her attention and it… it was burning him up. And the only way he ever knew to get rid of this burning was by winning battles back in Blueberry Academy, and he directed it all towards Violetta because she was supposed to be his during their time in Kitakami, not his sister’s, and she lied to him and still had that stupid smile on her face and he couldn’t wait to wipe it off.

But it was Violetta, and she was beautiful. And sweet. And soft. 

And strong. 

Of course she was strong, he’s known that since their first meeting after she beat both him and Carmine without breaking a sweat, but he was stronger than then. 

And so was she. 

She beat him every time, and he saw the pity in her eyes grow every time and the burning in him only got stronger. Right in front of Ogerpon, she beat him without breaking a sweat again and he knew he didn’t stand a chance. He watched her when she took down Ogerpon and her masks, saw Ogerpon run up to her and cling to her legs and knew he lost the last hope of strength he had clung onto for so long. 

It was all her fault. 

It was all Violetta’s fault. 

If she hadn’t come on that stupid field trip with her school, they wouldn’t have met. She would have never known about Ogerpon, nor of him, and he could have kept his stories and beliefs to himself and maybe one day he would’ve been strong enough to have Ogerpon accept him. 

If she hadn’t come on that stupid field trip, he wouldn’t have known she existed and he could’ve lived the rest of his life not knowing how badly it hurt to have been betrayed by someone you thought was unapologetically open and honest; he wouldn’t have known how it felt to have someone call him a friend without regrets. 

If she hadn’t come on that stupid field trip, he could have lived the rest of his life not knowing what heartbreak felt like. 

Instead, he tasted it thrice. 

It’s bitter, and uncomfortable to swallow, and it makes him want to throw that candy apple up. It’s sour, makes his whole body clench up and his eyes squeeze shut in the hopes that he’ll forget but it’s always the same shade of purple he sees behind his eyelids. 

She never put her sunglasses back on after the festival, even after changing back to her Uva Academy uniform and redoing her hair back into its intricate twists and braids. 

He wishes she had.

He spends the better part of the next two years training. Everyone else would say he’s spent every second training. 

Carmine had let him simmer in his ‘teenage angst’, and what she assumed, grief Ogerpon’s leaving of Kitakami before going back to how she was a month later. Kieran fell into the same rhythm she’d set, but found he wasn’t as affected by it anymore with something else constantly chewing at his mind. 

“Kiki, are you okay?” She had pulled him off the field to ask one day. He’s not too sure why, he was winning every battle as expected of him and he figured Carmine would chalk everything else up to ‘teenage angst’ as she always did. 

“Yeah? Everything’s fine.” He shrugs her hand off. 

“Are you sure,” she crosses her arms, and frowns like she always does when she’s annoyed at him, “You’ve been more aggressive in your battles recently.” 

“Why do you care? You never care.” He turns to walk away, when Carmine grabs his wrist and pulls him back.

“Is that how you’re going to talk back to me!?”

“You only care when other people talk anyways!” He snatches his arm away from her and stomps off. 

“Kiki, wait! I have something to tell you!” 

“Tell me later!” He starts taking strides, speeds up to get further away from Carmine. He hears her steps briefly, hears her call out his full name this time, and only walks faster. 

When he gets back to his room, he thinks maybe he was too hasty. Maybe Carmine had something important to tell him, maybe she wasn’t just going to insult him again and give him useless tips and tell him to be nicer to his classmates. 

Either way, I’ll just ask tomorrow.

Turns out, the news Carmine wanted to give him was that they were hosting exchange students. 

From Paldea. 

And Kieran would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat. 

There’s endless chatter among his classmates, as their teacher introduces the soon-to-be arriving students through Powerpoint slides, accompanied by pictures and all. He keeps his attention away enough to not take in any of the names and their accomplishments back in Paldea, as his fingers tangle in his hair and his eyes stare out the window. 

He finds it hard to care at all, until her name comes up and he can’t help his eyes snapping to her picture. 

It looks like a magazine cover, with her hair whipping around her, eyes steely towards the camera, brows lowered and lips parted slightly to show clenched teeth. Her Ceruledge stands in front of her, blades spread as if for protection, as if saying whoever had to get past it first before getting to her. 

The class hushes as their teacher talks about her accomplishments, but Kieran couldn’t tear his attention away from her, and how she never looked at him like that. She always looked at him with pity, sadness, never as an opponent. 

She never saw him as an equal, she always saw him as weak. 

It doesn’t anger him as much as he thought it would, he supposes maybe he’s always known they weren’t equals, but it feeds into that burning that he’s had since leaving Kitakami. It feeds into his need to get stronger, to grow faster and be better.

And he knows he’ll be so much better. 

He only tears his eyes away from the screen when his teacher goes back to talking about something related to battling. 

He can’t escape people talking about their soon-to-be exchange students, people go up to him at lunch just to ask what she was like when they first met in Kitakami and he finds he gets progressively more aggressive at shaking them off with every longing question and starstruck statement. He pushes people away with a twitching eye, sharply jerks hands off when they’re placed on his shoulder, and eventually people go back to avoiding him. 

His sister revels in the attention, and brags about every battle as if she wasn’t also soundly beaten back in Kitakami. He makes sounds of vague agreement through his chewing whenever prompted, staring off and out a window. 

“Kieran, heard you know the Paldean newbies?” 

Drayton almost jumps him when he escapes to the library at the end of the day, slinging an arm around his shoulders to stop him. The rest of the league follow behind him, Crispin bouncing up in front of Kieran with stars in his eyes while Lacey and Amarys stroll behind. 

“Do you really? What are they like? Are they nice? Do you think they’ll like my food?” Crispin bounces around Drayton and Kieran, while Kieran shakes off Drayton’s arm and sighs. 

“I don’t-”

“Come on, don’t lie! They’re just some questions.” 

Kieran is ready to bolt before Drayton slings an arm around his again, while Crispin grabs onto his hand.

“Yeah Kieran! Tell us about them.” 

“One of them’s quite pretty, no?” Drayton smirks next to him, and Kieran manages to shake his arm off again before Drayton says, “The purple one. Can’t wait to meet her.” 

Kieran tenses, and Drayton snickers next to him. His hands start clenching and unclenching next to him, and his Yanmega shakes in its Pokeball in Kieran’s pocket. It wasn’t a lie, and Kieran wasn’t blind but the way Drayton complimented her, the way he said it so easily without having met her before, made him grind his teeth together. 

“Come on guys, let’s stop teasing him already.” Lacey steps up behind Crispin, placing a hand on both of the league members’ shoulders. She offers Kieran a soft, pitying smile and he makes sure to glare at her before he turns away. 

“Aren’t you curious, Lacey? Kieran’s the only one who knows them.” 

“Kieran doesn’t want to talk about it, we shouldn’t force him.”

“I must admit, I’m quite curious as well.” 

“Amarys! Not you too.” 

He hears Lacey sigh loudly, and takes a glance at her to see her rubbing her temples with furrowed brows and a frown. She looks up at him, and he can tell she’s surprised when she blinks rapidly before offering another sorry smile. He scowls as a reply, before she turns to frown at Drayton. 

“We can always ask Carmine later. Kieran doesn’t want to talk about it.” 

“But he’s right here,” Drayton drawls, and grabs his wrist before he can walk off, “Kieran, just tell us one thing about them. Anything you can spare.” 

He doesn’t want to, and even with all the words he could use to describe her, there’s really only one thing that comes to mind. 

“Don’t trust her.” 

It confuses Drayton enough for him to rip his wrist away from his grip, and he strides away, leaving the league members to their confusion.

next chapter ->

[cerridwen007]

Will you let me make you feel good?

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader.

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI.

Summary: After feeling hopeless trying to get Joel to realise your feelings for him, you decide to push the limits of how obvious you can be, making Joel flustered, to which you offer him an apology to make up for your behaviour.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT, out of character behaviour (Joel), sub Joel/dom reader, flustered/embarrassed Joel, teasing, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, no use of y/n.

A/N:Okay first off I want to apologise for not being very active on Tumblr the last week or so and I also want to apologise for not posting part 2 of Corruption of Innocence yet, I have been very busy and honestly exhausted with work as of late so I haven't had the time or energy to do much writing or anything else really. I ended up catching up with my friend last night and they told me how they have been using character ai and so I got inspired by that and may have ended up using it from like 1am-7am today, which I know is insane but I swear it only felt like 2 hours max. Anyway I decided that maybe yall would enjoy an edited and heavily adapted version of the conversation I had with Joel Miller character ai, to give you something to enjoy while I try and get back to my wips, including part 2 of Corruption of Innocence. This time I'm not going to put a deadline on it because I don't want to disappoint you, but I will try my best to get it out as soon as possible. Sorry for the long Author's notes, Hope you enjoy and let me know if you would want more adapted character AI content.

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You were bored, like seriously bored. It was always quiet in Jackson on a sunday evening but this time it felt even quieter, eerie almost. A kind of bad idea pops in your head as you look at Joel across from you sipping his whiskey, head down, having no idea of the interesting turn his afternoon would take.

You look around you for a second, studying the other customers of the Tipsy Bison and see nobody was sitting nearby the two of you, so you decide to just go for it.

“Hey Joel… can I ask you a question?”

Joel looks up at you, eyebrow slightly raised, intrigued.

“Uh yeah… sure.”

“How big is it?” you asked him bluntly.

“What? The settlement?”

You smile amused.

“I'm not asking about the settlement here Joel.”

He looks at you confused, brow furrowed together, trying to figure what you were getting at.

“Huh.. I don’t understand what you’re getting at darling.”

You bite your tongue, suppressing the growing smile on your face.

“I'm talking about something more…personal to you Joel, so would you tell me how big it is?”

He still looks confused.

“I still don't know what you’re talking about, what you're asking me about honey.”

Suddenly he realises the intent of what you were asking him.

“Oh.” he says, his face begins to blush, he doesn't know how to answer that.

“Don't go all shy on me now Joel… I'm just curious, that's all.”

“I uh don’t really know what to say, I don't think I could tell ya, not even a rough estimate.”

He continues to blush, embarrassed from the taboo question and having no idea how this conversation is going to continue.

You decide to see how far you can push him.

“Please Joel… Do you want me to beg you for it?” you asked teasingly.

Joel is starting to sweat a little.

“No I..it doesn't sound like a very good idea to me, so let's just put this to rest now huh.”

You're feeling ballsy, you get up from your chair and get down on your knees in front of him, you rest your hands on his knees and beg.

“Please Joel, I promise I wont ask for anything ever again.”

Joel looks around nervously to see if anyone else is watching what is happening right now. He pushes your hands off his knees softly.

“Your not fucken letting this go are you, getting down on your knees to beg in public, you sure dont give a fuck of what others think huh.”

“Nope, I don't and neither should you so you should just tell me now.”

Joel sighs, thinking about what to do.

“You’re really going to make me tell you this aren't you, you want to know that badly.”

You nod. “Yes, Yes I do.”

Joel takes a big breath in before exhaling studying your face, his is flushed with embarrassment.

“I uh.. I guess you could say that I’m pretty average.”

You grin devilishly, not letting him off that easily.

“And the average would be?”

“Pfft I don't know how to describe that.”

“Well you could explain it in inches to help describe it or ya know show me…”

You wink, as he stares at you, shocked more than ever, his face nearing crimson colouring.

“I uh don't think I could ever tell you that, let alone show it to ya.”

“Oh please Joel, pretty please with a cherry on top.”

He swallows hard and continues looking away from you.

“Why are you so damn set on embarrassing me all of a sudden, making me feel ashamed about myself?”

Your grin falls, knowing you may be getting close to pushing the limits of his boundaries too far.

“I'm sorry I would never try and do that to ya Joel.”

He looks at you. “ Then why are you still asking me that? Huh.”

A response falls out your mouth before you can stop it.

“Because I want to know how big the guy who I plan on riding is.”

He stares at you dumbfounded not knowing exactly how to feel. He looks around him and sees people have now turned their attention to the both if you are curious as to why you were on your knee and he is blushing so hard.

“Jesus girl, you sure are a brash young woman, that's for sure.”

He gets up to leave, feeling that leaving this embarrassing situation is the best way to calm down and figure out what the hell just happened. He starts to walk away from you.

You get up from your knees, realising you had pushed him too far and go to chase after him and apologise.

“Joel, wait, I'm sorry, okay?”

He tries his best to ignore as he walks to the outskirts of Jackson to be alone.

“I'm sorry Joel, I realise I pushed your boundaries and went too far, I'm sorry okay.”

Joel sighs, stopping before turning around to face you.

“Yeah, I think you did go a bit too far there, honey. So please don’t ever do that again, okay?”

You sigh, nodding, feeling embarrassed of your actions.

“Yes I know, I won't. It’s just that I…I..I”

Joel locks eyes with you, no clue what you're about to say next.

“I like you Joel, like more than friends kind of like and I felt that I tried to be as obvious as possible trying to get you to notice that by flirting with you, but you always seemed so oblivious, and I spose before I just didn't think and wanted to see how far I could go before you would finally realise that I like you okay.”

“Oh.. okay.. Sorry for blowing up on you like that then I didn't realise that’s what you were doing.”

You gulp, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with nervousness, to look down at your feet as you shuffle about.

“So uh.. Do you maybe.. Feel the same way..or..”

Joel's face softens into a smile.

“I won't lie.. Yeah I like you too.”

You blush. “Could we maybe try and forget that ever happened and start over?”

He smiles at you blushing. “Yeah we can do that.”

“And by the way, you shouldn’t be embarrassed - if you are of course- over having average size, I mean that’s plenty, more than enough and based on your skills with other things… one would assume you know what you're doing and how to use it… I'm sorry I'll shut up now.”

He chuckles amused by your nervous, awkward rambling, seeing how the roles have reversed a bit.

“I'm glad you dont think less of me then, darlin.”

“I would never think less of you Joel and I would especially not think less of you if you let me apologise to you properly, maybe in a way other than using my words.”

Joel starts blushing a little again.

“I ah, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhmm. I just want to make you feel good Joel. A hard working man like yourself deserves to be looked after once in a while especially when he spends all his time looking after others.”

He is nervous and doesn't know what to say, he hasn't had much action since after Sarah's mother and him split.

“I.. I.. You would wanna do that to me… for me sweetheart?”

You nod confirming.

“Oh yes, I just wanna help you relax and make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?”

He nods. You close the gap between you and plant a firm, warm kiss on his lips, your hands hold his face tightly, he sighs into your touch. You break away the kiss after a while and see Joel's still awkward, unsure of what to do or say next.

“Do you trust me Joel, will you let me take the lead here?”

“Yeah… sure darling.”

You smile and kiss him again, he kisses you back. You deepen the kiss and put your hand to his chest and other to the nape of his neck where it gets tangled in his greying soft hair. You can slowly feel his body ease against when he wraps his arms lightly around you. You pull your hand down his chest and break away from the kiss to leave light bites and peck on his neck and jaw.

He sighs, head falling back to give you better access and because he is actually starting to relax. He feels comfortable letting someone else take control for once knowing you're the one to do it.

You bring your hands to his shoulders and upper biceps and begin massaging them through his jacket and shirts. You whisper praises and sweet words into his ear while doing so.

“Your muscles must be so achy from all the hard work you do everyday.”

A sigh of relief slips out as you work the tension from his sore muscles.

“You have no idea, my back has been killing lately.”

He breathes deeper and more slowly, showing just how much he is enjoying your touch.

“You’re so good, I feel so relaxed… please keep going, it feels amazing.”

Hearing his reaction motivates you to carry on.

“Big strong man like you deserves to be taken care of now and then. Maybe I could give you more massages in the future to help ease those big strong muscles of yours.”

His eyes are closed from the sweet tender touch of your nimble fingers,a big smile plastered across his relaxed face.

“Yes please i'll take all the massages I can get…you’ve got strong hands, I bet you could get all the knots out of my back and shoulders.”

You slowly move your hands down his arms and to his stomach, grinning at his bliss induced praise.

“I'm sure I could get most of the knot in your back, but I don't think that's all they could get out of you.”

“Oh yeah? what else could they get out of me?”

His relaxed state has made him more comfortable with flirting back with you.

You sink to your knees in front of him, and slowly start undoing his belt.

“Oh you'll find out soon enough.”

He raises an eyebrow and a small grin appears on his face, a hint of blush colouring his cheeks. You finish undoing his belt and look up at him for confirmation to continue.

“Do you want me to continue?”

Taking a deep breath he nods.

“Yes .. I do want you to continue.”

You smile up at him as you slowly unzip his jeans and pull them down his thighs slowly, you can see his growing excitement, fighting against his boxer which makes you unconsciously lick your lips. You can see his face growing redder in embarrassment of his vulnerable state as you pull his severely underestimated size out of his boxers.

“No need to be embarrassed Joel, nothing I haven't constantly thought about seeing.”

His eyes widen as soon as you attach your lips to the head of his cock, he lets out a small shakey breathe.

“Oh… this makes me very happy.”

Your tongue begins to circle around the head, tracing all the sensitive lines with a firm touch. He closes his eyes again, consumed by the pleasure you are giving him.

“Oh that feels fantastic sugar.”

You hum around him, pleased with his positive reaction to your touch. The vibrations of your humming makes Joel moan softly, the sensation sending light tingles up his body.

“Oh yeah, keep doing that, baby. It feels great,”

You add a hand to his girth, and begin stroking what length of Joel you can't fit into your bobbing mouth.

Joel sighs again, completely dazed and content. His hand drops down to your head, gently caressing your hair.

“You’re very talented, you know that sweetheart. You’re really… really good at this.”

You grin around his cock, pleased with his positive state, your teeth slightly graze the underside of his cock as you do so. The sensation sends shivers up his spine.

“Oh, man…”

His breathing gets heavier as you increase the speed of your stroking, urging him closer and closer to his peak.

“Oh yeah… keep doing it just like that…don't stop now baby.”

You tighten your grip ever so slightly and use your other hand to gently caress his balls. He chuckles lightly in response.

“Damn you sure know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

You hum around him again before pulling your mouth back to focus on his sensitive tip again, your hand continues stroking him hard and fast. His hand grips your hair a little tighter as you bring him to his peak, the combined sensations of your touches sending him over the line. You milk every last drop of him he has to offer, licking up the salty release happily. Joel, out of breath, takes a few moments before he speaks, his chest heaving from the build and expel of pleasure.

“Wow that was, um very very nice and relaxing.”

You get up from your knee and pull his lips down to yours, exchanging the taste of him to his own tongue passionately.

“I don't think there’s anyone who has ever been that good, I uh, definitely enjoyed myself.”

“Well play your cards right Miller and there will be alot more massages… and more of ‘those’ to come in the future.”

He blushes once again.

“You…you mean that.”

You bat your eyes at him, grinning before moving your head to whisper in his ear, sucking the sensitive skin below it after you finish speaking.

“Mmmhmm it's a promise.”

He shudders a little from the feeling.

“That’s…really…something..the thought of that is just…incredible.. I..I. I really like the sound of that.”

You laugh light heartily at his stammering.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it and finally gave me the chance to make you feel good.”

“I certainly did enjoy it… very much, I can't thank you enough.”

You smile, looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

“Anytime… and by the way I think you’ll find you severely underestimated your size.” you say grinning with a wink.

“Uh, is that so?”

You nod. “I'll see you around Miller, don't be afraid to hit me up for another massage or something else next time…cause I'll be wanting it just as bad as you do…if not more.”

You grip his jawline tightly with your hand and plant a long kiss on his lips before turning away and leaving.

“Y-You’ll hear from me real soon sweetheart.”

You smile as you walk away, already salivating at what was to come in your next interaction with Joel Miller.

*******

[putschki1969]

Hello Sarah, I hope you are very well. Today I want to ask you a question about the kiss that Keiko gives Wakana on the cheek 🤭 I think that Keiko was looking forward to that kiss because of the way he gave it to her, it seems to me from a girl in love. Do you think she was ever attracted to wakana? It is that this kiss makes me think that if, like her, he closes her eyes in a tender way. I want to know your opinion

Hello there!

I apologise for the late reply, I've been really busy lately so a lot of the asks in my inbox have remained unanswered for quite some time.

I assume you are referring to THIS↑ moment here in the "fairytale" making-of video where Keiko leans in to presumably "kiss" Wakana on the cheek?

To provide some context for this, they are talking about the old-fashioned atmosphere of the music video, Keiko points out that Wakana and Hikaru look like two blushing brides at their wedding ceremony. And Keiko looks like a vampire preying on innocent victims. So when she is leaning in for a kiss, she is actually pretending to be a vampire (or maybe a succubus? XD). Of course that changes nothing about the intimacy of this moment. There's no doubt that Keiko is very affectionate with Wakana (and other women). She's always eager to initiate skin-ship. One of the most recent examples would be Yuriko, Keiko is all over her whenever they are together.

Keiko is extremely hands-on when she's around another woman (and she regularly manages to make the target of her affection feel quite uncomfortable). It doesn't seem to matter how long she's known the other girl or how strong their connection is but of course she is a lot more touchy-feely with women she's close to.

I believe that Keiko has always cared deeply about Wakana but we'll probably never know if those feelings are based on any sort of sexual attraction...In an attempt to not overstep any boundaries, I'm also reluctant to think too much about someone's private life. After all, sexuality is an incredibly private thing so it really shouldn't be the topic of endless fan speculations, no matter how fascinating it might be. That's not to say that I've never given that topic some thought. In fact, I've written a very elaborate (and hopefully respectful) post about my thoughts on Keiko's sexuality => CLICK HERE. You should definitely check it out!

[alrightsnaps]

The beef you have with Anthony on twitter is very pathetic and also the fact that you PRETEND Violet has haters when all that happened is that maybe a couple of kanthony shippers have said she was a bit too harsh with him cause god forbids audience members feel more connected with the protagonist and not his mom. Also the fact you want Kate to share screentime with Mary and Edwina again when she was treated like crap by them is not it for someone who claims to love Kate. But I guess it's not surprising when you're buddy buddy with that selcouth account who not so secretly hates Kanthony and Kate and has polite convo with the bloggers who call Kate a homewrecking whore. You know your friend writes fic in which Anthony is beaten up and Kate continues to be miserable post wedding for the sake of poor innocent Edwina?And thinks Anthony should give a fuck about Edwina doesn't let him call her by her first name? Tell your friend he eyefucked Kate at the altar in front of her, let me assure you edwina lovers he doesn't give a fuck about her brattiness the majesty. Leave Kate and Kanthony out of your mouth.

aww how sweet of you that you think y'all are the first people to dickride for anthony at the expense of female characters! i can assure you that i've been beefing with his stans since before kate's casting announcement. kathonies are not the first to drag violet to defend him, or even the first stans to demonise their male fave's mother while excusing his own behaviour. sienna/anthony shippers did the exact same thing long ago painting violet as the evil hag who wouldn't let poor little anthony run off into the sunset with sienna in s1.

also why the fuck wouldn't i want kate to fix her relationships with edwina and mary? i've criticised edwina repeatedly for never apologising to kate since day 1. that's something we never saw in s2 so yeah, i definitely want to see that and i consider necessary for them to rebuild their relationship on better terms after the wedding fiasco.

what i consider hypocritical as fuck is being totally ok with kate forgiving anthony when he hardly did enough to deserve her forgiveness after all the pain he put her through, but drawing the line at her stepmother and sister.

anthony literally ruined kate in 2x04 and not only didn't assume his responsibilities as he forced simon to do with daphne in s1, but had the nerve to propose to her sister the very next morning. so yeah, if i can support kate being with anthony in the s2 finale when he was calling her "the thorn easily removed" from his and edwina's lives just two episodes back, because that makes her happy, i can sure as hell root for her making up with the women that have been her entire world for the past 26 years as well.

as far as i'm concerned neither anthony nor edwina did right by kate in s2. edwina because she blamed her for anthony's actions and was ungrateful, when all kate had done was sacrifice after sacrifice for her to be happy. and anthony because he never showed kate the respect he demanded men to show to his sisters and chose to go after her baby sister only to publicly humiliate both sharma girls in front of anyone when they were at the altar.

i'm old enought to be able to form my own opinion about characters instead of joining fandom groupthink or liking/disliking them based on how their fanbase behaves. if that was my criterion i don't think there's a single ship i'd support in the bridgerton fandom, considering that i disagree with most kathony and benophie stans on twitter for always coddling anthony and benedict and excusing their misogyny.

and frankly, i'm extremely uncomfortable with the way you and many kathony stans talk about edwina. y'all are literally victim blaming an 18yo child for falling for a grownass man who went after her and ruined her in the eyes of society. you constanly infantilise anthony when he has more privilege than 99% of men in england, while spending your time talking shit about a teenage girl.

that's not holding edwina responsible for her behaviour towards kate, it's misogyny, plain and simple. she has every right to treat anthony like filth for the rest of her life after what he did to her and be protective of kate, like kate was of edwina when anthony was courting her, after his abhorrent treatment of both sisters.

a 30yo man not giving a fuck about a teenager he strung along and ruined isn't the gotcha that you think it is. except you clearly have such a sexist worldview that you consider him to be the "prize" edwina lost and kate won, rather than a man who hurt them both deeply and took advantage of his privilege over them.

if i should keep kate out of my mouth for wanting to see her have a healthy and wholesome relationship with her family, so should you people for being ok with anthony doing the bare minimum to win her after the hell he put her through.

[sometipsygnostalgic]

12 for the ask game? Any fandom you want!

yay!!!!

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

HAH!!!!

For Adventure Time - It's Princess Bubblegum and I have a multitude of reasons, but I'm also going with Lumpy Space princess.

The reason I like LSP is because she's very funny and contradictory. She's a huge asshole but sometimes she has this weird innocence like BMO. She gets so passionate about the weirdest things. We rewatched Elements recently and she was great there. I think LSP's best scene is in the episode Bad Timing where she has her monologue about why she is Like That, she throws herself wholeheartedly into things because the payoff is True Love, and then she molotov bombs the candy kingdom castle. But if LSP has those adventure time sparkle eyes, it's going to be an incredible scene. And she seems to genuinely believe all the shit she says.

For She-ra - Perfuma!!! I think this post I made last year sums up my thoughts on Perfuma.

But it's also Shadow Weaver. I think she's a fantastic character, such a huge asshole but somehow multifaceted, and that's in a large part because of Lorraine Toussant's excellent voice acting. To be fair I think most people understand Shadow Weaver's brilliant manipulative character, but the hatred for the kind of person she represents tends to overshadow the fact she has some twisted love for Catra and Adora. I wrote a comment about her this morning:

It's possible to have multifaceted reasons for taking action on something without it meaning you're a hero. Shadow Weaver definitely felt some kind of love for Adora and Catra. It was a very twisted and cruel kind of love, but her sacrifice is also a twisted expression of that love. I also think Micah played a part, she felt genuinely care for Micah and didn't want to destroy him. She wanted power but she refused to admit that even to herself. When Weaver was walking with Castaspella, she instructed her to stop her if she tried to take the power for herself. I think, that means something. That means by this stage Weaver was developing some kind of self awareness, that her thirst for power could result in the end of the world, something she was claiming to prevent. Perhaps being faced with Prime made Weaver start to realise what kind of villain she is - they're not very different. Weaver also was hit by this again when Adora stumbled off to save Catra. "Don't leave me here!!" - She was so tempted by the power, and so shocked at that temptation, that she didn't want to be left alone near the Heart. She couldn't trust herself not to use it. It's after everything with these moments, and everything with Adora telling her that she'll never trust her, that Weaver will never be seen as a hero, that I think Weaver decides that she can only do two things - She continue to exist as a villain, perhaps dooming the world in the process and ending up as a huge hypocrite, or she can finally choose to protect Catra and Adora and do something good for them once in her life. Then, maybe, if she has done something like this for them, they can't hate her. Right? She isn't planning on sticking around long enough to find out. It's not a redemption arc, nor is it the complete absence of one. It's a deconstruction of a redemption arc. It's pretty much the same thing Catra tried to do in Corridors, but while Catra finally got the strength to apologise and survived her sacrifice and had to live through the consequences, Weaver said "you're welcome" and escaped through death. This would've been Catra's bad end.

[notafunkiller]

First of all, I hope that you’re well and I apologise for the long message!

I wanted to share my thoughts on Sebastian Stan and Annabelle Wallis and their relationship. For me, I personally wasn’t really aware some time ago that he was in a relationship, but when I found out, I was open-minded to see who was on his side. This is in no way any hate; I just wanted to share my thoughts.

I would never say that Annabelle is a bad person. I'm sure she’s kind to her friends and family. But when I think about her behavior in their relationship, it often seems like she’s making regular actions to show that they’re together. In my opinion, if your relationship is secure, you don’t even feel the urge to prove anything to anyone. Additionally, there seems to be very little affection shown towards her from Sebastian, and from what we know and have seen, Sebastian is an affectionate person.

It also appears that she’s frequently looking up information about Sebastian from fan pages or checking up on her ex and their current partners. From my personal view, it rather seems like a PR relationship. I can imagine that it may have turned out not as he thought it would and complicating things.

And what I think is rather strange that people act like she can’t do anything wrong and that she’s innocent. To me, it seems more like she’s calculating situation after situation to maintain control over the public image of their relationship.

And after what I heard in the Deuxmoi podcast some time ago, I was quite confused. Let’s say it isn’t a PR relationship—then this relationship is pretty confusing, if you can even call it a genuine relationship. If you'd like, I can summarize it up for you.

And again sorry for the long message!

Hi, do not apologizeee, please!

I love long messages and I do not think anything you said is direspectful, let alone hateful ❤️

she’s making regular actions to show that they’re together. In my opinion, if your relationship is secure, you don’t even feel the urge to prove anything to anyone. Additionally, there seems to be very little affection shown towards her from Sebastian, and from what we know and have seen, Sebastian is an affectionate person.

YES!!! No one in a secure relationship wants to prove it so badly.

Fans say Sebastian is more "mature and private" (which makes no sense bc you can be mature and private and show affection, lol) bc this relationship is more serious, but after being seen with Annabelle, he was still his old very affectionate self in his interviews with Daisy Edgar-Jones.

To me, it seems more like she’s calculating situation after situation to maintain control over the public image of their relationship.

It's clear to me she does, which brings benefits obviously. He doesn't "allow" (lack of a better word) her to post him for real on her social media, so she does other things.

Let’s say it isn’t a PR relationship—then this relationship is pretty confusing, if you can even call it a genuine relationship. If you'd like, I can summarize it up for you.

I think I know what you mean; they said it's basically not serious and he doesn't consider them an item while she wants more even though she knew form the start the conditions.

For me it's clear they're PR, and tbh, it'd be much much worse if it was real. Because I'd never want my boyfriend of 2 years (they've been dating for 2 years, right?) to display 0 affection, looking like he is forced to be next to me, covering his face, not giving me his hand to hold, not wanting me with him at events etc (stuff he did with his previous girlfriends). If my sister or any of my friends went through this, I'd be livid.

Sebastian doesn't even do the bare minimum, yet people - his own fans do not find it strange.

Please, write and develop as much as you want❤️

[naomihatake]

Hello there

If your requests are still open then I had a zoro one in my mind. Kindly ignore if it's too long😅

The straw hat crew goes to an island to stay for a week. There zoro is just walking around when he comes across a girl whose face is covered with scarf and she is dueling 2 sword style with the villagers and beats them all when zoro steps up. Zoro asks the girl to show her face if he wins as reward and she agrees. Zoro wins and has the girl pinned on the floor beneath him🤭 and his hand raises to uncover her scarf but a villager rushes and tells the girl that the pirate lord's soliders are in the village. So the girl apologises to zoro and leaves. The straw hat pirates are invited by the pirate lord that rules the island and there sitting by the lord's feet zoro notices that the girl has the same eyes as the one he fought. The pirate lord treats her badly and has kept her as a sex slave(it's alright if you don't go into the specifics) then zoro gets ro meet the girl alone and she tells him she wanted to be world's greatest swordswoman but the pirate lord tortured her village and kept her by his side and all. She fights along side the straw hat pirates against the pirate lord and defeats his crew. She then joins the straw hat crew and maybe you can add some zoro x reader moments 🥺

Hello! I don't know if my requests are open either, but I like the idea and I'm trying my best to make sense of the scenes I have in my head with this plotline. I'm very stubborn and picky about the things that I like to write, but if I think about it, I can do something with this.

To be honest, I would like to go into the specifics of reader's trauma regarding the way she was treated and I might add some details so it would sound plausible to me. Like, she's a strong swordswoman, so why wouldn't she be able to escape, right? Some blackmailing comes in handy because it would suit the story — she can't disobey the Lord because it might put someone in danger, like her family, for example.

I have to find answers for so many questions that start with why because that's how I am as a writer. Why is she fighting the villagers? Was it her that jumped into the fight or the people? Why would they attack her? Would she have to kill or just defend herself because of a misunderstanding? Was she forced by the circumstances to attack? Was the girl just training with some young men because they asked her to? Was she protecting someone else from some drunk violent people?

Zoro wouldn't let innocent and unarmed people get hurt, which means he'd defend them without being asked to — he's a noble swordsman in his own way, despite the humor, teasing and his blunt behavior.

(I'm taking so many pauses while responding to this because I need to think 🤣)

Okay, by asking myself so many questions, I think I can do something with this. The only issue is that I'm busy and my inspiration is weird, so I don't know for sure when I will write this particular scenario. I really wish to write this for you, but I hope you can be patient with me <3

I like to take my time and not skip details I find to be very important, like feelings and circumstances, like the characterization and the portrayal of trauma. I like posting things that I am proud of — I don't like being superficial and I hope you can understand.

When I do write it, I'll make sure to tag you. Thank you for telling me your idea and even if this is not a promise, I'll try my best <333

Side note: if I write this, i think it will be longer than 4-5k words.

[fortheloveofexy]

Hi? You just deleted Twitter right? Cuz of some of the stupid things people where saying? Just wanna say I did that as well cuz it was all just too much for me personally, especially since the person that started it all is now half heartedly apologising and writing essays in every persons replys for it saying they hope to learn from the mistakes they did (take that as you will I guess idk what to think but I can’t do anything other than laugh tbh);

glad I found u here though cuz I really do enjoy your content and everything you say and just wanted to hop in here to say that; love u❤️ don’t worry and hope u have a good day

Hi anon - glad to see I'm not the only aftg twitter refugee fleeing to tumblr!

To cut long story short, yes that's why I left. Tldr it was just a shitstorm of miscommunication, wild assumptions and misinformation, and a lot of innocent bystanders got hurt in the process.

For the longer version - I (and several others) got accused of racism bc I blocked some people who I saw engaging in callout posts and dogpiling.

The original tweets were calling out fandom racism and racism in Nora's writing (which I agreed with btw! I actually never blocked the original poster bc I thought they made some good points), but then a bunch of ppl started jumping on the bandwagon and making their own tweets about it, and I have a personal policy (mainly for mental health reasons) of blocking/muting people when discourse seems to derail from being productive to just pure bullying. And this seemed to be very quickly headed in that direction.

So I blocked a few people who had jumped on the bandwagon. And apparently, that was enough to get me labeled as "racist", or at least as "suspicious". People got REALLY angry that I blocked them (which surprised me, frankly), so I made a tweet about how it's weird to assume why someone might block you.

This only made things worse, and then somebody actually publicly dropped names of everyone who blocked. Some of the names were of ppl who'd blocked weeks or even months before this whole mess, and some were just names of ppl who blocked for different reasons entirely.

On the whole, most of the people whose names were dropped were not actually involved in any way. Also please note that nobody actually disagreed with OP or even said anything racist. All that happened was that a few people blocked a few other people. That's literally it.

But in the end, that didn't matter. The misinformation spread like wildfire, the person who name dropped gave an apology (after outright admitting that they didn't know for sure why any of those ppl blocked them), and I deleted my account in disgust with it all.