#news travels faster and wider now

[statisticalcats2]

"I wish I wasn't living in a verse of 'We Didn't Start the Fire' every week"

That's.... that's literally the song though?

[writers-ex]

i scream, you scream 🔪

ghostface!ryujin x fem!reader

warnings: trigger warning, phone sex, g!itzy, masturbation, horror themes, this isn't too accurate to the movies bc im too chicken to finish the first movie TwT, noncon

word count:847

kinktober ff, first attempting after a long time of writing, I’m not out of hiatus just yet but I wanted to have a part in this smut’s festivities xD enjoy besties

despite all the news and gossip from school your day was going surprisingly well, a bit too well making your stomach turn as you walked home. entering the door you began checking every lock and hole was closed tight before retiring into your living room waiting for your parents to return. mindlessly watching a tv show you get a text saying that their plans were taking longer than expected and assure you that they would be home before you went to school the following day. wrapping your arms around each other in an attempt to calm yourself down you decided the best place to be was room, turning off the tv you stand up to walk over when your phone begins to ring.

"unknown caller...maybe it's from their hotel room? they did mention that they would call to wish me goodnight?...hello? mom? dad?"

"scary night, isn't it?"

"huh?"

"being all alone at home must make you scared, perfect time to watch a scary movie wouldn't you agree?"

chills travel down your spine when you recognize the tone of his voice, chaeryeong had mentioned it one of the last times you spoke to her. it seemed to be just a rumor or tall tale to scare the freshman but now hearing it for yourself you felt your knees go weak.

"w-who is this?"

"i just wanna play a game." remembering the consequence of those who hung up on this ghostface killer you slowly make your way to your room and shut the blinds clutching your phone.

"a-and what happens if i refuse?"

"well i'll just tell everyone about how you masturbate every night to a certain female student~" your cheeks redden and breathing becomes short and shallow, wondering how they knew that detail your thoughts are cut off with their harsh words. "if you don't want this secret to get out or for me to come in, there's something i want you to do."

"wait you don't know-" a quick faraway knock on your front door makes your eyes widen and dart to the source of the noise. immobilized by fear you stay completely frozen in the center of your bed.

"you getting scared?"

"...n-no."

"then follow my rules and i'll let you off with a...warning." whimpering a response, the voice behind the phone chuckles and sighs contently. "all i want you to do is show me how you would get off with ryujin if she were there. let me hear every noise you make and don't hold back or else~" your brain and body still haven't comprehended the request leaving you quiet on the other side of the call, they get impatient and sigh. "here let me help a bit…” after a brief pause and muffled movements the other caller clears their throat. “hey doll~" snapping out of your trance you hear ryujin's voice and begin to tremble. 

"ryujin? what are you doing with that psycho?? have they hurt you in anyway?"

"i'm ok doll, just a bit bruised but glad to hear your voice. although i was told to keep talking to you and you would do the rest?" remembering the request, you take a deep breath and close your eyes.

a tear falls down your face as you spread your legs open sliding off your sweats and panties. trying to focus on ryujin and her voice you circle around your clit wishing it was her tongue slowly tasting you. opening your legs wider your fingers trace your inner thigh as the ryujin in your thoughts grips them open before eating you out. your fingers sliding in and out of you causes you to let out a breathy moan, ryujin's tone quickens making you finger yourself faster as your fantasy starts building up towards the climax.

your back slightly arched you move your other hand to play with your nipple making you grit your teeth to stop a loud moan from being heard by your crush when the phone call goes dead. unaware of the silence from the other side nor of your front door being picked and opened footsteps closer to your bedroom door.

"hey doll!" a tight knot in your stomach began to form when your eyes open to reveal ryujin hovering over you with a long black robe on. an evil sly grin written all over her face she gets on your bed and pins you against it. "i had to see this part for myself, i've always wanted to know what it felt like to make you feel as good as you sound some nights."

your mouth opens but words fail to come out as you watch ryujin strip bare with red stains splatter across her chest. her erection is clearly evident as it teases your entrance, gripping your wrists above your head she bends down and gives you a long hungry stare licking her lips as she takes the time to see each curve and bump on your body.

"from now on i promise you are not to be alone again. let me finish what we started on the call, be a dear and give me a loud scream won't you?"

[writeforfandoms]

Fast Car 2

Find my Simon Riley masterlist

Two years after the end of the world, you have a choice to make, and potentially a new life to settle into. One thing you definitely now have: a nemesis.

Warnings: Swearing, lots of grumbling, gentle interrogation, don't forget these guys are a trained very effective unit, dick-ish behavior, reference to cannibalism, reference to the wider zombie au.

Word count: 1k

You approached the meeting place carefully, slowly. Sure, you were planning to go with them. But that didn't mean you had to trust them. 

It wasn't terribly hard to spot three people, standing exactly where hat guy said they'd be. You didn't see tall and scary, but that was just fine with you. 

Maybe you'd get lucky and he'd been eaten overnight. 

“Took your time getting here.” 

Spoke too soon. Grimacing, you half-turned to see him emerge from his hiding spot, gun in hand but aimed away from the two of you. Small mercies. 

“I'm on time,” you defended yourself, planting your hands on your hips. It wasn't as effective given the large pack on your back, but still. 

“Means you're late.” He turned and strode off back to the others, clearly expecting you to follow him. You grit your teeth, momentarily tempted to just walk away. You didn't need a town. You were fine on your own. You could do it, keep on going on your own.

Except the empty windows and yawning doorframes of this town reminded you how hard it was to come across supplies. 

So you grit your teeth and followed him, footsteps light. 

You stepped directly in one of his boot prints, out of curiosity. His feet were much larger than yours. 

You walked a little faster. Just in case. 

Hat guy eyed you and nodded once. “We're taking the truck back,” he said. “You're in back.” 

You almost wanted to object to that, mildly outraged, but, well… all four of these guys was pretty big, in the beefy military esque kind of way. They probably needed the space. 

Still. Jerk. 

“So you're the mechanic, eh? I'm Gaz.” He held out a hand to you, and it took you a moment to remember what a handshake was. 

“Call me Soap.” He was next, quick to fall in on your other side so he and Gaz escorted you to the car. “Ye good with cars?”

“Dunno, you good with that thing?” You nodded to the big gun slung over his shoulder. 

He laughed, grinning at you. “Aye,” he confirmed. “Ye'll do just fine. In ye go.” He opened the back seat to the car you'd almost looted yesterday, ushering you in. Gaz slipped around the other side. 

Not only were they making you sit in the back, but in the middle. It had been a solid year since you'd been on a car, but you remembered how awful it was to sit in the middle seat. 

The only big plus was that the big unfriendly guy was in the front. 

“That's Price,” Gaz told you. “And Ghost.” 

So the big mean guy was Ghost. Easier to avoid him when you knew his name. 

“I'd say nice to meet you but I generally don't say that to people who almost dislocate my shoulder,” you snarked. 

“Shouldn't have messed with the car.” Ghost didn't sound the least bit apologetic. Not that you expected him to. 

Big asshole, for sure. 

“Ye traveled a lot?” Soap interrupted, breaking Some of the tension. 

“Eh. As needed.” You shrugged, uncomfortable as your shoulders rubbed his and Gaz's. “More than I really wanted to. Hard to stay in one place with cannibals around.” 

“Cannibals? Really?” Gaz sounded mildly dubious. 

“Really. Not like food is aplenty out there. Lots of canned goods are gone.” 

“We grow a lot,” Gaz said, glancing at you. 

“Not us,” Soap added with a cheeky grin. “Cannae grow shite, us. But the rest of the town, aye. Got a good lot of skills between us all.” 

“But not a mechanic,” Price interjected. 

“Least I'll have job security,” you joked, leaning back in your seat, refusing to show how uncomfortable you really were with the two men pressed close like this. “At least until everything quits working.” 

“We'll find work for ye,” Soap assured you, grinning. “Plenty to go ‘round.” 

That was not as reassuring as he intended it to be, but you didn't say so. That would just be fucking stupid, and you liked to think you weren't fucking stupid. 

“How'd you end up here?” Gaz asked, expression open, hands relaxed in his lap. Oh, he was good. Could've gone into acting, this one. 

Sure, he was acting all nice, but that was absolutely an interrogation question. 

At least he was being nice, and not threatening to break anything. 

So you told him. The short version. How you'd traveled for a bit with people, ran into cannibals, escaped with your life, and had been running from zombies ever since. 

The end of the world had made most people absolutely bonkers.

All in all, it was a pretty gentle questioning. And you couldn't blame them, not if they really were taking you to a whole town full of people. 

Price finally parked the car about mid-afternoon, and you got out gingerly, stiff from sitting still for so long. You stretched out, groaning softly as your shoulders and upper back popped. 

Ghost stood to one side, watching you. You ignored him, even as you noted yet again just how fucking big he was.

Price invited you inside, leading the way to the house. It looked well kept, at least, windows all intact, a pile of wood just visible to one side. You stepped up into the house, not sure what to expect.

The mouth-watering smell of bread and some kind of stew was not it. 

You swallowed back the obscene sound you wanted to make at just the smell of real cooked food, and wandered further in. A woman in the kitchen turned to greet everyone, smile wide and warm. 

You hadn't seen anywhere so homey, so warm, since… Well. Before the zombies, for sure.

It rather astounded you how fast they folded you into the routine, showing you where to wash up, offering spare clothes, assigning you a seat at the table. Truth be told, it left you a little wrong footed, and you kept quiet through dinner. 

So did Ghost. 

Ghost was the one that showed you to the couch, told you you'd be staying there a few days. You didn't object, still too full and happy from a hot meal. 

If they ended up being cannibals… Well, you'd die full. That wouldn't be so terrible.

[klausysworld]

Can you do a yandere Klaus who is obsessed/infatuated with a wolf that can grow to the size of a mountain (on command) and turns human on a full moon rather than the other way around. The reader would have huge breasts, and they sometimes leak milk, causing Klaus to have huge breeding kink and lactation kink.

I’m assuming its meant to say ‘the size of a mountain lion’?? Idk maybe it can just grow ridiculously big

Be mine forever

Since living in New Orleans the Mikaelsons had learnt that the werewolves were cursed to only become human on the full moon.

And seeing as Klaus was part wolf who could turn on demand and was much stronger than your average werewolf, he didn’t have an issue with going for a little run around the woodlands every now and then.

And he was extremely glad he did so when he found her.

Her wolf was much larger than any wolf he had seen in the past. She had her home much further away from the other wolves, she had a cozy little den that she returned to every night. And every night he went to watch her, sometimes in wolf form as well and sometimes in human.

She knew he was there, she let him follow her, even let him come sit by her bed sometimes.

His hand would gently stroke her fur, travelling down her body slowly each time while her head rest in his lap.

“Such a good girl” he would murmur while she let him rub her chest and abdomen, when he would have her curled to him and whisper little things.

He found himself there as often as possible, something in him craving her. She was so soft and gentle for an animal so dangerous if she wanted to be. Her teeth could bite through bone if she wanted to and yet she let him look at this without snapping.

And on the first full moon he was there, he held her close while her cries echoed through the forest and she returned to her human form.

He certainly wasn’t expecting her to be quite so gorgeous when he looked down at her. Her curves were defined. Her breasts full and heavy as she drifted in and out if sleep in his arms. Her little whimpers only making his lust grow.

“You are utterly divine” he told her quietly making her smile

“Thank you, you’re very pretty too” she whispered with a deep blush and his heart soared at her voice

The first couple full moons he just sat with her and they spoke. He brought her some of his clothes to keep her warmer after becoming accustomed to a fur coat savouring her heat.

But each time he saw her, their desire for one another grew more and more. Whenever he got home from seeing her he was stood or sat in front of a painting of her human form, hand stroking himself faster and faster while he groaned loudly picturing her luscious body sliding against his.

He had found that if he applied pressure to her beautiful breasts accidentally or not, they would begin to lactate. At first she was embarrassed but then she noticed how his tongue wetted his lips, eyes trained on the little wet patches of her shirt.

His eyes briefly flicked to hers as he lifted her top. Her eyes became slightly wider as his thumbs circled her nipples, his hands pushing her breasts up gently and a soft groan leaving his lips as they began to leak.

Without hesitation he had lowered his head, latching onto her nipple and sucking lightly. Her mouth fell open as he drank contently, his hand squeezing gently to give him more. Her hand held the back of his head tentatively while his spare hand tenderly kneaded the other breast.

She let out soft, breathy moans as he suckled desperately for as long and he could, occasionally twitching sides to get the most milk he could.

Once sucking her nearly completely dry he trailed wet kisses up to her jaw, nipping gently to hear her whimper and whine. His lips collided with hers passionately, both of them relishing in each others love and gentleness. His hands held her face delicately as he poured his feelings into her, his tongue pushing past her soft lips enjoying her moan of appreciation as she pulled his head down to press against her firmly.

It wasn’t long until she was on her back, legs around his waist while he ground against her slowly.

Everything in him yearned for her, burned for her.

It were as though she were his god sent gift.

His hands kneaded at every inch of her body, desperately trying to memorise every detail. She whimpered softly as he kissed along her neck, slowly bringing them lower. His tongue licking at her swollen nipples making her moan weakly. He kissed down her stomach to her panty line. The panties he had bought for her, for when she turned human.

“I have only ever dreamed of this position” he breathed, his eyes flicking up to hers as her face flushed

“You…thought about this?” She asked, embarrassment flooding her

“Always, I want to be yours love, always and forever.” He whispered

“Klaus…” she uttered, her heart swelling as she looked at his hopeful face “I’m only a wolf” she told him “i cannot be with you like you want…i have to turn back in a matter of hours” she reminded

“I’ve got witches looking for a cure, you can be human nearly all the time, only a wolf on the full moon, we can be together everyday” he promised

“All the other wolves in Jacksons pack have been cured…I don’t think I’m meant to be more human than wolf“ she muttered, he pulled back, pulling her onto his lap and tilting his head down to look at her

“Do you want to stay a wolf? I can turn and be with you if that’s what you would prefer” he offered, his hands moving to cup her face, the warmth of his hands making her sigh and lean to his touch

“I want to be human with you…I just don’t want false hope…for either of us” she told him, her eyes looking down shyly

“We will be together, love, I promise you” he whispered, leaning down to connect his lips with hers, both their eyes falling shut as they stays in each others embrace.

He kept ahold of her even after she had turned back, the silent-ongoing promise that they would be together soon.

He kept up his visits, as well as searching for a spell to grant her free will of the turn.

It wasn’t difficult to tell that Klaus was completely in love.

Even his siblings knew he had someone, obviously they weren’t aware who but it was clear he had somebody.

Nobody was allowed in his art room anymore, ever.

He returned home each morning much happier.

Now originally they assumed he was just getting laid but his mood was always rather high. Sketch book in hand as he doodled away. Course then he started humming tunes and smiling to himself. And then he had witches involved searching for something. Clearly his love was in need of something special. None of them dared to ask, simply happy with his upbeat attitude.

By the next full moon, he finally had it.

He rushed through the forest supernaturally fast. Quickly following the sound of her weak cries. He was much later than he usually was, he had been getting the last ingredient for the spell.

He was in front of her in the matter of seconds, lifting her drowsy human body into his hold

“I have it my love” he whispered pulling her to him. He pulled the little bottle out from his jacket pocket and brought it to her lips

“Drink love, you will wake tomorrow as human…and every day after that” he told her with a bright smile, she looked up to him with a look of pure admiration.

“Klaus…are you sure?” She asked, hope shining within her as he nodded

“I’m certain” he ensured “now please, be mine forever” he whispered, utterly delighted when she tilted her head back to accept the potion, welcoming their future with open arms.

[lillaluna]

Hi!! :) Congratulations on your 100 followers! I just found your blog thanks to your pantalone tag and like your stuff! Can I request Pantalone please? 23. “I might have slept with your shirt while you were gone.” (reader saying it) feel free to do a normal or spicy/adult version as you wish :))

Hi, thank you so much, it's my pleasure as I really like Pantalone too!

Pairing: Pantalone x f!Reader

That evening, Pantalone crossed the threshold of his room in his mansion after a long absence, noticeably disposed to take a break from the fuss he was going through on his trip.

Throwing his travelling cloak on the back of a chair, which showed his affiliation with the Fatui organisation in the best possible way. Pantalone pulled the elastic band from his hair with a soft but precise movement. The raven-coloured hair fell silently down the Harbinger's back, and he closed his eyes in satisfaction for only a moment.

Pantalone was a self-confident man, whose confidence was already disgusted by his every move. Businesslike and always tired of the continuous race for success, he rarely stopped for a while to rest and enjoy the moment. And such a moment was right now…

Hoping to spend a quiet evening unbuttoning his clothes, Pantalone headed for the closet. Opening it, the man's eyes fell on an empty hanger where his favorite shirt used to be. His heart began to beat with an incomprehensible force.

"How is this possible?" thought Pantalone, he had always sincerely and deservedly considered himself a pedantic man. He remembered exactly where he had left this or that thing, so this situation at least surprised him.

Turning away from the closet, Pantalone looked around his room. Everything was as it always was, except for the slightly rumpled bed and something lying on the blanket.

The Harbinger's heart beat faster when he realized that someone had been in his room in his absence. He decided to check, and his fears turned out to be based on the harshest reality. When he got to his bed, he realized that the shirt he hadn't found in the closet was lying on it.

As if sensing with a sixth sense that the situation in the room had changed, Pantalone heard a soft laugh, which sent a wave of warmth through his entire body, which was still unusual for him. The dark-haired man turned and his gaze fell on you standing in the doorway with a shy smile on your face.

"Hello," you said with a soft laugh, but your excitement betrayed how timidly you were shifting from one foot to the other. "You're probably surprised that I'm here?"

Pantalone remained motionless, his eyes never leaving you. He was amazed that you were so violating his understanding of the norms and boundaries of relationships. His face expressed mixed feelings, amazement and admiration. You were a man who violated all his usual boundaries and standards, but Pantalone was captivated by your individualism and ability to live by your own rules. You destroyed his ideas of what a relationship should be, but at the same time you filled his world with brilliant colors and new opportunities.

"Yes, I'm surprised," Pantalone finally said in a surprisingly calm tone that didn't match what was going on inside him. "Did I miss something?" the man asked, glancing at his shirt lying on the bed, and then returning to you.

You smiled even wider, and the Harbinger couldn't take his eyes off your beautiful face.

"Well, I… I might have slept with your shirt while you were gone," you admitted, seemingly apologizing for your actions. For all your spontaneity, you understood that not everyone might like such an action. "She smells like you, and it helps me feel your presence when you're not around."

Pantalone just stared at you in silence, experiencing the many emotions that pierced him. Something new and incomprehensible arose in his soul – a feeling for a girl born in his absence, when his charming half admitted that she had pulled off his shirt and slept in it during his absence.

"I do not know how to react to this," Pantalone admitted, trying to cope with the seething emotions. It was so new to him, completely incomprehensible, and just as pleasant. Wavering between joy and fear, these new feelings they seemed so light and gentle, but the fearless Harbinger was also afraid that he might lose what he had just begun to feel. "But to be honest, the thought makes my heart flutter."

You entered the room and walked up to Pantalone from behind, wrapped your arms around his waist. Your touch was light and comforting. Together you stood there, breathing slowly, enjoying a moment of calm and intimacy.

"I was afraid you'd get angry. I understand that this may seem strange to you," you whispered, clinging to the back of the dark-haired man. "But this is probably my most honest way to show that you are special to me."

Pantalone finally smiled. His thin cool fingers found your small palms on his torso and he covered them with his hands.

"Angry? How can I be angry when you give me such a wonderful gift?" The Harbinger said softly, gently stroking your hands and listening to how you breathe. "Nothing can replace personal presence," Pantalone continued, "and if you're comfortable sleeping in my shirt, then I'm glad it fills that gap when I'm not here."

[ticklytums]

Down Time- Sneak Peek

Charlie and Alastor enjoy some down time at the hotel after work. Quickly, it becomes a battle of wills!

What just happened?! Before the deer could even make sense of the dizzying attack, he felt her playful little fingers spider along his belly. So unprepared for the sensations, there was a brief whine of radio feedback as Charlie’s nimble fingers zipped along his skin.

Charlie giggled, watching as one of his feet kicked up in reflex. She could feel the deer quivering beneath her fingers and watched his smile twitch wider. The feedback was getting louder too. “I can’t believe The Radio Demon is ticklish! This is the cutest discovery ever!”

“I-I’m not…” He quickly covered his mouth, the desire to laugh was getting too strong to handle. Charlie’s devilish fingers had started to squeeze along his sides and that’s when the laughter began.

His cohort’s face absolutely lit up with sheer delight when she heard the first of the cackles. They were loud and interspersed with the hilarious crackle of static, like a bad radio signal. “Oh you’re not ticklish, huh? Could have fooled me!”

Alastor laughed harder at her teasing, His cackles were bright and almost boyish as he squirmed and jerked his body every which way to lessen the maddening sensations. “Wait!” he tried to protest, but they fell on deaf ears. The deer had to suppress an honest to Lucifer squeal when he felt her nails drift further up his side.

An arm flailed, trying to command his tendrils to come at the Princess, but he was laughing far too hard to concentrate. As Charlie’s inquisitive hands traveled higher, Alastor desperately tried to grab the armrest for some sort of leverage. Seeing the new opening, Charlie gleefully plunged her wiggling fingers under his arms, She did not expect the resulting reaction.

Radio feedback screeched before the deer’s voice nearly did as Alastor’s back arched like a bow. His boisterous cackles came in harder and faster as he struggled with more desperation now to get away from her. “CHAHARLIE, DOHOHON’T!” He threw his elbows to his sides, trying to block the most sensitive of his spots, but it only served to trap her fingers.

[rafedaddy01]

could u do one on a world where rafey is not psycho but they could go on a trip w like all the pogues and go camping n then ppl over hear rafe and reader having a fun time in the night🥰

Yes ofc baby 😚

This camping trip was long awaited. Your bags were packed and your boyfriends hand sat perfectly on your thigh as music blared and your friends laughed from the back seat.

-

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Sarah beamed as the gang started setting up their tents.

Once the set up was complete you guys decided to go take a dip in the lake.

“Is this a new swimsuit?” Rafe said, a sly smirk on his lips as he zipped the tent closed.

He stepped up behind and wrapped his big arms around your body, resting his head in the crook of your neck and pressing soft kisses to the skin.

“Hmm, you like it” your lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“I do” he hummed in response as he continued kissing your neck, “although I’d like it better off you”

“Rafe!” You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, rubbing his hard cock over your bum. “Not now, their waiting for us” you pull away from his grip and turn around to face him.

“Later” you place a kiss on his lips and wink before unzipping the tent and striding out.

-

“Rafe. Shh, someone will hear us” you giggle as your boyfriend hovers over you smothering you in kisses.

“Let them hear baby, I want them to know how loud you can be” he kisses your neck and you tilt to give him more access.

Your nails scratch his naked back as his kisses turn into sucking, leaving his mark on your skin.

“Rafe” you moan out

His hand travels under the blankets and into your pajama shorts.

Once his fingertips collide with your clit your eyes roll back.

“Mm, so wet for me baby” he slips the clothing off you and his fingers continue to toy with your clit, moving lower until he’s at your entrance. “Spread your legs wider f’me”

You do as he says and he pushes a finger in, your walls immediately clamping around it.

You gasp at the relief his finger gives you and soon he pushes a second in.

He sets a sensual pace and your a moaning mess by the time your climax approaches.

“Oh fuck! Rafe!” Your back arches just as it hits you. Your nails pressing into his back.

“That’s right baby, be loud for me. Scream my name” he whispers against your ear as his fingers thrust in snd out, his palm rubbing your clit and intensifying the pleasure.

He slowly pulls his fingers out as you come down from your high.

“Fuck, I hope I wasn’t too loud” you laugh

Before you have time to say another word Rafes cock pushes past your walls causing you to moan out again.

He laughs as he watches your face twist in frustration.

“Your so sexy when your frustrated” he pulls back and snaps his hips, the tip of his cock brushing along your g-spot.

“Go ahead, let your little friends know whose making you feel good” he snaps his hips once more before he starts thrusting harder, deeper, and faster all at the same time.

You moan out his name as he leans his head down to capture your lips with his.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” he groans against your mouth as you feel his cock pulse inside you.

Your walls clamp around him as you both chase your high.

“Yes! Right there, don’t stop” your eyes close and your neck arches as he repeatedly hits your g-spot making your breath catch and your orgasm wash over you. Rafes right behind you as he thrusts in and stills, spilling his cum deep inside you.

“Fuck” he groans out as his head dips back in pleasure.

He slowly pulls out and you wince at the feeling of emptiness.

“I love you” he leans down to softly kiss your lips

“I love you too” you cup his face and kiss him once more.

He cleans you up with one of his t-shirts and discards it before getting under the blankets and cuddling you close as you both drift off.

-

“Good morning” you say chirpily as you walk up to the group gathered up for breakfast.

JJ snickers with john b as you scrunch your eyebrows at them in confusion.

“For the record, next time you two do it please make sure I’m out of earshot. I don’t wanna hear my brothers name being moaned” Sarah jokes out loud and your cheeks heat up as you look at your boyfriend who has a satisfied smile on his face.

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[spectrechosts]

Maneater

What to do when a giant snake-woman decides your apartment is her new nest?

Full Series

Camilla's apartment wasn't great.

The rent was cheap, and the basement was bigger than the other units in the building, and she didn't have to drag shit up the stairs when the elevator broke on a bimonthly basis, so she liked it well enough.

But it did have that little ground level window with the broken latch that her landlord kept saying he would fix and never fixed.

Which was presumably how the bigass fucking snake got in.

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, clutching a baseball bat that seemed increasingly useless as she traced over the body with her eyes. It was wider than her torso and seemed to go on forever, shifting and coiling around her furniture as she debated calling animal control.

She didn't really think they could do anything about it, she would just love for it to be someone else's problem. Maybe they'd even make her landlord pay for it, and then he'd fix the fucking window.

"Ahh?"

Huh? Who the fuck said that? Was someone in here?

She watched as a very naked woman rose up from her couch, and was suddenly less preoccupied with the giant snake and more with the pair of tits the size of her head. The girl was a knockout, what was she doing here? Did she need help? Was the snake after her? Were her and the snake friends? Were her and Camilla friends? Could they be more than friends? None of this made any-

The girl lunged forward, her rapidly uncoiling tail propelling her directly into Camilla. She grabbed the bat before Camilla could swing it and the wood splintered in her clawed hand.

"Human morsel in my nest?" She rasped, and Camilla cursed herself.

Good job falling for the lure, idiot. Have fun dying a fish's death.

"This is my house." She said, as if the creature would care.

"Noooo." The snake said slowly. "My nest. Why human morsel here?"

Camilla watched her mouth as she spoke. Her human-like lips were only part of it, she could see a seam traveling out from the sides and up her jaw.

The thing was going to unhinge her fucking jaw and eat her, because she got distracted by a big titty. Goddammit.

"I live here." She seethed. "Get out. I'll- I'll scream."

"Ohh?" The snake woman said, eyes wide. "Good! Love pretty girl screams."

Okay, not the reaction she wanted. Her voice died in her throat as the monster watched her, rapt. After a few moments of silence she pouted.

"No scream?"

Camilla shook her head.

"Hmmm."

The woman moved behind her, her tail ensnaring her in it's coils as she pressed her humanoid torso into Camilla's back.

Oh. S-Soft.

"Waaaaaarm." The snake purred. "Not hungry right now, you keep me warm, yes?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

Okay, that was a step up from getting eaten. She had time now, to plan, to, uh.

Well, she couldn't move her legs, because of the coils. And the girl was hugging her from behind, and she couldn't get her arms out of her grip.

So mostly just to plan.

The two of them were entangled for hours before Camilla had a plan together, and then another 20 minutes or so after that because it had been a long time for her and she was really hot even if she wanted to eat her okay?

"Hey." She said, over the snake's gentle snores. "Hey!"

"Mmrh." She grumbled, hugging her tighter.

"You got money?" She asked.

"What's money?" The snake yawned, her jaw opening far further than Camilla wanted to see right then. "Mm. Hungry."

Okay oh fuck give the pitch fast.

"Money is-" Faster than that, idiot! "-It doesn't matter, uh, look: You want a warm, safe nest, right?"

"Yes, have that now."

oh god oh god oh god

"Listen, this nest is only going to stay safe and warm if you don't eat me, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I pay for the rent, and the heating. If you eat me, next month it's going to be cold and other humans are going to come kick you out."

"No, my nest. Found it."

"Yeah well, they won't see it that way. But if you don't eat me-"

"Hungry now, though."

"I can get you food, too. You can stay here and I will keep you warm and fed just don't eat me please."

"Hmmm." The snake hummed, and Camilla screwed her eyes shut and tried not to cry.

"Okay. Get food now." She said, and uncoiled from Camilla's body.

"Okay, okay cool." She said, shaking. "What, what do you want to eat?"

"Human."

She swallowed hard.

"Do you have a second choice?"

[wolfboy88]

2

Wild: Chapter 2

Liam runs a hand through with his sweaty locks, expelling a rush of hot air. He grips the edge of the sink, cool in his balmy hands, claws threatening to distend as he stares at his reflection in the mirror.

Theo is making him feel things; new sensations that are making him wild and maybe a little reckless. And so fucking horny.

He kinda likes it. A lot.

God, he’s had one night with Theo, one night of passion and now he just wants more.

Liam takes a deep breath and steadies himself before he stills, catching Theo’s presence in the murky mirror. Theo leans against his locker; his big arms folded against his chest and Liam’s breathing catches in his throat.

Theo grins at him wickedly and Liam shudders, like a lightening strike zipping down his spine to his dick like a beacon as the chimera stalks over to him; a predator about to snare his prey.

All the muscles in Liam’s stomach clench and flutter, arousal swims, lust blooms and sparks like a fuse under Theo’s fingertips as the chimera’s hands travel down his body to his waist to the drawstrings of his lacrosse shorts.

“Theo, w-what are you doing?” Liam breathes, heart beginning to thump faster again as the chimera slides them down his thighs.

Theo’s eyes glisten darkly as his fingers trace the outline of his trunk-clad erection. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks and Liam shakes his head. It only makes Theo smirk wider as he leans in close and noses along the beta’s neck, Liam baring it without a second thought. “You have to be quiet, can you do that?”

[misslavenderlady]

Paul's Turn 💙

Paul/Female!Reader

Summary: After learning that you had a night of passion with his friend, Paul jumps at the chance to get the same experience. Based on how eager he is with you, it's clear he's wanted this for a very long time~

This is in the universe of the fic "It's Just a Movie" by @theyreonlynoodlesmike, so you should definitely read that first (this takes place around chapter 13)! Please read that fic first and then my first gift fic ("He's Just an Actor") before reading this.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Making Out, Neck Kissing, Flirting, Pet Names, Griding, Up against the wall, Dirty Talk, Groping, Sharing Fantasies, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Doggystyle, Slight Possessiveness, Held By Wrists, Light Dom/Sub, Spanking, Creampie, Aftercare, Snuggling

"Paul, can you walk me to my room?"

Those were the magic words that had reawakened the wild-haired blond from his drowsy state. There was a little less than an hour left of darkness outside, but if you wanted to play with him, then he was going to make the most of the limited time before he had to hide away in the shadows of the cave. 

You both giggled as he dragged you from the lobby to your room. He had been so clingy and affectionate with you after you made up with him and the others earlier tonight. Not to mention learning that you had sex with Dwayne the other night had made him a bit more eager to get your attention. 

It wasn't necessarily out of jealousy, as the four of them were more than willing to share you. He was just anxious to give you some lovin' too. 

That was made abundantly clear when he pinned you to the cave wall and started passionately kissing you. 

"Goddamn I've been wanting to do this for so long~" he growled playfully. His lips had moved to your neck, already sucking hickeys against your skin. It made your body shiver as you tugged your fingers through his hair. 

"Mmmmm…because you saw Dwayne covered in my pretty lipstick marks~"? you teased him. Your playful banter was cut when he bit a little harder on your neck, making you moan louder. Figures that a vampire would love doing this kind of thing. 

"Heh…Nah, I've wanted this since the night we met you" he said, his breathy laugh in your ear. A shiver traveled up your spine as you remembered how hungry he looked when you were lost and confused in this new world. You thought he had wanted to make you his dinner, but it was exciting to know he had other things in mind.

"But I gotta say, I did envy the guy. Got to have a pretty lady like you on his dick first...lucky bastard" 

Paul's hands were traveling lower now. One held onto your hip while the other slipped behind your back, reaching down to grab at your ass. You squealed in surprise. He was moving a lot faster than Dwayne did. 

"Y'know, he told me about the other movies his actor was in. Damn shame I wasn't there to hear you share all the dirty details~"

Of course, Dwayne had told him. Should have known better than to think they all would keep such lewd secrets from each other. At least you were in on the fun too. 

"Mmh yeah…I know you love watching me squirm~" you teased. You pulled his chin upward to kiss his lips again. The way he smiled into each kiss made your heart flutter. He was so happy and excited all the time, and the positive energy was infectious. You were giggling in delight with each smooch. 

"Damn right I do, sugar~" he said. "You're so fuckin' sexy. God, knowing you like watching that kinda stuff is really turning me on. Makes me wish my actor had been in more movies for you to enjoy" 

"I mean he did look pretty hot in that skateboarding movie I told you about~" you said with a smirk. Even with your eyes closed while kissing you could practically feel his eyes rolling. 

"Yeah, still not my thing. But at least I can have fun with you just being myself~"

At that point, he had spread your legs open wider and pushed himself against your lower body. You could feel his erection grinding into you through his tight pants. Turns out your suspicions about him being as big as Dwayne were true.

"P-Paul..~" you sighed out, eyes fluttering shut as you moved your body with his. The hand on your hip was now traveling up your figure and under your shirt. He growled low as he squeezed at your breast under the bra you were wearing. It felt so deliciously hot getting felt up by the wild boy in your room. All you could think about was how much you wanted more. 

"Fuck, you make my dick fuckin' twitch when you say my name, sugar~" he moaned, moving his groin even harder against you. Surely he could feel the heat coming from your lower body, only driving up his lust for more. 

"Tell me one thing, babe," the blond whispered in your ear. Paul had slowed down his movements a bit as he spoke. "Was I right when I asked if you've thought about us? That our movie made you…feel a little dirty~?"

He had reluctantly let go of your breast in order to slide his long, thin fingers down your body and end just above the top of your pants. You whimpered as he only slipped a fingertip past the hemline of your panties, stuck with waiting before he moved any lower. 

You couldn't possibly wait another second for him so you let the confession come spilling out.

"Y-Yes, you were r-right.." you stuttered, anxious as ever with Paul finally slipping his fingers in your underwear, albeit at a snail's pace. He was such a goddamn tease.

"Mmmh…go on. What part got my girl excited the most~?" 

The fact that you had an answer already was almost embarrassing. But with his fingertips now right above your pussy, it was the least of your worries. 

"W-Well….that scene wh-where…you guys finish that attack…o-on the beach…was pretty…hot" 

Paul was done teasing. His fingers found your clit, swollen and eager for his touch. Your voice immediately kicked up in volume and you found yourself pawing at him more, desperate to hold on as he began to circle your sweet spot. 

"Holy shit, really?" He chuckled, clearly turned on even more by your answer. He felt so good touching you like this. Each swipe of his fingers added to how dripping wet your pussy was getting. If he kept this up your panties were going to be completely flooded by the end of the night. 

"Yes" You whined, both as an answer and a reaction to his skilled touch. "The red light…o-of the bonfire...th-the ripped cl-clothing…oooh~...your messed up h-hair…mmn!...the confidence in y-your strut…"

Your legs were shaking like crazy underneath you. If you hadn't kept a tight grip on Paul's jacket then you would have surely fallen to the ground. Every jolt of pleasure surging through your body was more powerful than the last. You didn't even think before adding one other important detail to your confession.

"The bloodstains on your lips~" 

Oooh boy, that REALLY did it for him.

The hand that wasn't currently fingering you was brought up to your chin, forcing you to look in Paul's baby blues. Your own eyes were nice and wide, eagerly watching him and the expression on his face. He was looking ravenous~

"Turn around and bend over. Now." 

You did NOT have to be asked twice. 

With Paul's help, your body turned over and your torso moved downward. With your hands now pressed up against the walls of the cave and your ass stuck out and presented for him, you were ready for the vampire to use your body as he pleased. You felt like a present for him to unwrap and play with. 

"I never ever thought a human would think our feedings were hot," Paul groaned, roughly grabbing your ass. "Everyone gets so scared of us, but you're fuckin' SOAKED because of what we are. God, I must have been a saint in another life~" 

In between the moments of his dirty talk, you made a mental note to yourself to tell him later about how popular "monster fucker" stuff was back in your world. That would certainly be fun to share.

He swiftly yanked down your pants and underwear, not even bothering to take them off completely. He must have really liked what he saw because he practically tore his own clothes off to free his throbbing, hard cock. Even before you turned your head to look back at him, you could hear how fast he was stroking himself to prepare for you. 

When your eyes locked, he stared hungrily at you, desperate for you to grant him permission to fuck you. You were more than happy to oblige.

"Fuck me, Paulie. Please" 

He didn't wait for even half a second after your answer. You cried out in pleasure as he slipped all of his throbbing cock inside of you. Growls vibrated in his throat and his fingers gripped your hip tightly from the overwhelming warmth that greeted him. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned out. Still eager to move fast with you, Paul immediately began thrusting in and out of you, hips hitting against your ass each time. This may have been your first time with him but he wanted to fuck you like it would be the last.

"Oooh fuck! YES!" you cried out, head thrown back in ecstasy and hands tightly holding onto the edges of the cave wall. 

He filled you up so easily and each time he moved deeper inside your cunt you felt absolutely stuffed. It was making your brain cloudy, unable to form a single comprehensive thought. Not that you cared, of course.

"Fuck yeah, scream for me, sugar. Sing your pretty little heart out~" he said with a breathy laugh. You did just that when he brought a hand up and struck it against your bare ass, adding some pain to your pleasure. 

"Paul! Oh God, please do that again!" you begged, eager for more. More than happy to please you, the blond spanked you again, striking your ass over and over with the same power and speed as his thrusting. You would be sore as hell after this but that was the last thing on your mind. 

When he moved his hand away from your ass, you felt the urge to whine, not wanting him to stop. But it didn't take long to figure out why he did that. Two hands with long, thin fingers wrapped around your wrists, roughly tugging them backward and holding you in place.

Now he could really fuck the hell out of you.

"AaAahh! Ooh fuck! FUCK!!" you moaned louder than ever. Your voice would definitely be heard by the other three vampires hanging out in the cave, but the only one you cared about right now was Paul. He was fast and wild and so fucking excited to play with you. That was made abundantly clear when he picked up his already speedy pace. 

"That's a good girl. MY good girl~" Paul grunted out, still chatty as ever, even with the distraction of your pussy soaking the length of his cock. "You're mine now, sugar. I'll happily share you with the others, but when you're on this dick, you're my little human. Goddamn, I just want you so bad" 

You expected this kind of possessiveness from David, but not Paul, of all people. Still, it turned you on seeing this boy with the personality of a golden retriever turn aggressive and territorial when he was inside you. His words made you shake and shiver with excitement, building up the pleasure even more. 

The pace of his hips moving forward and back never slowed or lost their rhythm for even a moment. God help you if you ever tried getting laid whenever you got back home. Nobody would ever be able to match the kind of stamina and power of a vampire. Paul fucked you as a man possessed, and it pushed you closer and closer over the edge. 

"P-Paul…I'm cl-close…ooh fuck, I'm so close!" you managed to whimper out. Your pussy was clenching his cock so tight now. Each thrust of it inside you sent jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body. You could only take so much more before you came.

"Oh fuck, me too, sugar~" he sighed, tightening his grip on your wrists. You could feel his hands shaking. "Say my name when you finish. Nothing else, got that? Just my name" 

If his rapid fucking didn't finally make you cum, then his orders for you certainly did. Your fingers dug into your palms, your back arched lower and your eyes shut as you braced for the massive wave of pleasure hitting your body. It all happened so fast, and you were so eager to scream your lover's name the whole time.

"Paul! Mmh! P-PAUL!!" 

The second his name flowed from your mouth the blond rushed into his own orgasm. He pushed in as deep as he could possibly go, releasing your wrists in order to hold onto your hips instead. You could feel him shaking even harder as his warm cum filled your cunt to the brim. Poor thing had been so pent up.

It took a moment, but when you both finally finished, the relaxation hit you like a freight train. Your legs wobbled underneath you and your lungs fought to catch whatever breath you had left. Even with his supernatural power, Paul was breathing heavily too, no doubt he was overcome by his own pleasure. 

"Wow~" was all he managed to say at that moment. It made you giggle hearing him be reduced to just one word. You looked back at him as he reluctantly pulled out. His hair was even messier than usual, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes glazed over. It was truly an amazing sight.

"C'mere, sugar," he cooed, helping move you since you couldn't do so on your own. He guided you away from the wall and onto your bed in the center of your room. 

You sighed in delight as you nuzzled against a nearby pillow while Paul helped clean you up. Your pants were slipped all the way off but your underwear was moved back upward. When his own pants were back on and his belt adjusted, the vampire joined you on the bed. He wrapped an arm around your body and pulled you close to his chest before giving your forehead a kiss. 

"Told ya I'd rock your world~" Paul said with a cocky tone. You chuckled softly, amused by how right he was. 

"That you did, Paulie," you agreed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. The chest hairs peeking out of his mesh shirt tickled your cheek. "Mmm..gonna go with the others? The sun's coming soon…"

"It's all good. I've got a little more time. Wanna spend it with you"

He slipped one of his hands away from your body in order to take your own, entwining your fingers together. God, your heart was practically melting. Paul really could be a sweetheart sometimes. It brought a smile to your face as he held you close.

"Hey, babe?" He asked.

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure there aren't any other movies my actor was in that you liked? Trust me, I'm really good at roleplaying~"

You snickered against his chest, amused by how pouty he still was that Brooke McCarter had so few acting credits compared to the other actors. Why he was so profoundly against the idea of the movie Thrashin' and the skateboarding in it, you had no idea. 

"Well…there was this one cringy movie about a gory game show. But that would require you dressing in a blue plaid suit and a bad wig" 

Paul was silent for a minute, pondering over your response. And then-

"Fuck it. I'll ask Dwayne if he can teach me some skateboarding tricks"

Tag List: @britany1997 @6lostgirl6 @american-idiot-jpg @herthinkersmanana @checkitoutmikey @riz-coolgirl @luv4fandoms @scarlet-fangs

[yjano]

Wild night.

Scenario: Jake takes you home after your party.

A little author's note: First off of all. It's written by me, just hoping back to writing I guess. It's so nice to see so many duskwood fans turn into a whole family on here and it makes me happy that we're still here!!

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: drugs mention, spicy🌶.

Words: 1,3k

I opened my eyes with difficulty when I saw that I was sitting in a car. Not remembering a thing I blinked a few times. Suddenly feeling a bad headache and a strange taste in my mouth as my eyes traveled over the black leather interior of the car.

I slowly turned my head to see a person who made me instantly open my eyes wider. Jake was leaning on the door with his elbow and was watching news on his phone. He felt that I was looking at him and turned to look at me with a look that seemed to see right through me to the depths of my soul. He reached out to turn on the small light above us and his pupils dilated making his icy blue eyes a little darker. I watched as he leaned towards my thighs, slowly stopping my breath. He just opened the storage box and took out some kind of box, sparing me a weird look.

"Drink it." He ordered softly, making me lower my eyes to him. Seeing some kind of pill between his fingers.

"What is this for?" My words were slow and only now I realized that whatever that shitbag put in my drink were still working on me. Remembering the club and Jessy. We drank pretty much and just how I simply blacked out nearby the exit, called me back to reality.

"Painkillers." He parted my lips slowly, soon I felt the pill on my tongue. I looked up at him. His eyes didn't leave me when I slowly drank it with water.

"You will blackout again soon, that's why I'm taking you home." He looked at me for a short second, sensing my discomfort.

"Not funny." I rolled my eyes at him, but he just snorted. He turned the steering wheel with one hand, allowing the car to move.

I watched his amused smile that didn't leave his lips and swallowed while licking my lips. My eyes traveled from his sharp jawline to his lips again, his smile had faded. I saw him stop at the street, he shortly peeked at his phone and turned the steering wheel sharply with one hand in a U-turn, pressing the accelerator as if he was in a hurry...

I don't know when I managed to blackout. But I opened my eyes when I felt that the car had stopped. I turned my head, feeling that I had regained my strength and was just slightly intoxicated with alcohol. The passenger door opened and I saw Jake, who leaned over to unbuckle my seat belt and let me inhale the male perfume he was drenched in.

"The painkillers should have worked already." He peeked at his phone again as waiting for something. I swallowed trying to calm down but it didn't help and when he looked up I was caught watching him. He didn't say anything and grabbed me by the torso with one hand, and the other by the legs. Lifting me from the seat. My heart started beating even faster from being so close to him and feeling his hands on my body. I was addicted to him. It was hard to breathe from the lack of air from the feeling I felt being so close to his body. I swallowed while watching him from the side and when he turned to look at me I quickly looked away seeing that we were at the door of my apartment.

"Thank you, Jake." It was the first time I felt so shy around him.

I raised my eyes to meet his gaze and held my breath when he put me on my feet, while running his palm over my torso. I closed my eyes afraid to meet his burning gaze which made me feel weak. I turned towards the door and found myself touching the post above the door where the spare key should have been.

I still felt weak from what I had drank and a little drunk from the alcohol. I straightened, searching for the key with my fingers. I stopped breathing when I felt his body behind me and my fingers meeting his. I raised my eyes to see that he took the key. I quickly turned to meet his gaze. His intense gaze itendangered my sanity which I was trying to collect.

"I can do it myself, I'm sure you have more important things to do." I mumbled quietly and he simply held out the key to me. I quickly took it and turned towards the door, unlocking and pushing it. But it didn't move. I cursed silently, bumping it with my shoulder. But for my bad luck it still didn't move. I felt humiliated because Jake was standing behind me. Making me feel things just with his presence. I courageously turned to him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked leaning agaisnt the door. He simply ignored the question and took a step closer, putting one palm on the door. I gasped quietly trying to catch my breath, looking at his face. Seeing how he raised his eyes to look at the door behind me and then lowered them to meet my gaze. I swallowed the saliva that I didn't even feel was accumulating and I couldn't stop myself when my eyes landed on his lips. I realized that I was staring when one corner of his lips barely visibly lifted and I quickly raised my eyes to meet his gaze.

"Mc, didn't I mention that you wouldn't come here in the duskwood?" he asked calmy. I bit my lip trying to hold back the urge to touch him. I don't know why I had such a strong reaction to him in particular, but the way he calls me by my name just drives me crazy.

I swallowed as his fingers touched my jaw and his thumb released my lower lip. It was the last straw that made me lose my sanity. I grabbed the material of his shirt, bringing our lips together abruptly. As soon as I felt his lips, a wave of excitement passed through my body. But when he did not respond to the kiss, I slowly pulled back. Narrowing my eyes at him. Feeling confused inside as his fingers trailed from my jaw to my neck. My breathing sped up as I didn't have time to open my lips when he pushed me with a sudden movement, forcing me to hit the door with my back. His hand squeezed my neck, but not so hard that I ran out of air. But hard enough that my heart no longer knew what was happening, trying to escape from my chest.

"Are you trying to bribe me with this?" His voice was deep and barely audible.

"Maybe I am." Silent words left my lips by themselves and I didn't have time to close my lips, when he suddenly connected them with his own. I responded to the kiss. Which was greedy and I couldn't seem to keep up with his pace. Jake was like a hungry tiger. His body pressed me closer to the door, I placed my hand behind my back and bent the handle to open the door. I was surprised that they opened as if they had never been stuck and I staggered into the apartment, separating our lips.

I breathed in the air I was running out of and managed to open my eyes only for a second to see him approaching me like a prey, and then his lips connected with mine again. Strong hands wrapped around my waist and squeezed it, making me gasp for air.

I gave in to the passion I felt and wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, meeting his tongue...

[leohtttbriar]

But Morris saves his harshest words for the media, decrying “the damage done to the polling industry by an overconfident and naïve press.” The polling industry and the media have always had a difficult, if also mutually dependent, relationship. While many journalists initially resisted polls as an encroachment on their craft and authority—“Today, unless you can say ‘According to the Poop-A-Doop survey, Umpty-ump percent of the people chew gum while they read Hot Shot News!’ you fail to make an impression,” one journalist lamented in 1950—it’s also true that from the start, the pollsters’ most important client was the press, and the two quickly established symbiotic ties. The press commissioned polls to generate news stories and bolstered its reporting with persuasive statistics, while polls relied on the press for funding and, crucially, publicity. By the end of the century, most major news organizations had their own in-house polling operations or formal partnerships with polling companies. This partnership inevitably affected the nature and purpose of polls: newspapers didn’t want to pay for boring findings; they wanted engaging, dramatic stories, tales of conflict and controversy. The polling industry obliged, with varying degrees of reluctance and enthusiasm, and received not just money and publicity but an alibi: the media could now be blamed for its worst traits—exaggerating social conflict, simplifying issues, overstating accuracy. In the same vein, Morris insists that whereas the media “want attention-grabbing, confident predictions,” pollsters understand “all the nuance and uncertainty that are inherent in their data.” Elsewhere, Morris concedes that “pollsters systematically overestimate their own accuracy,” but the nature and gravity of this contradiction—that pollsters understand and systematically ignore inconvenient truths—elude him. The fact is that polling companies need engaging, dramatic results, not only because such results keep their patrons in the press happy but also because interesting poll results travel further and faster, spreading the name of the company and thus attracting more clients. While Morris laments how the pollsters and the press both do a “poor job” conveying polling’s limitations, with no account—no mention��of the business side of polling and no sense of how polls need publicity, he misses how pollsters can become invested in their own simplifications and misinterpretations. In pursuit of both accuracy and profit, compromises are made. [...] Silicon Valley ultimately peddled the same feel-good story about democracy as the polling industry: that the powerful are unresponsive to the wider public because they cannot hear their voices, and if only they could hear them, then of course they would listen and act. The virtue of this diagnosis is that structural inequalities in wealth and power are left intact—all that matters in democracy is that everyone has a voice, regardless of background. In a very narrow, technical sense, their innovations have made this a reality. But the result is a loud, opinionated, and impotent public sphere, coarsened by social and economic divisions and made all the more disillusioned by the discovery that, in politics, it takes more than a voice to be heard

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[gumnut-logic]

His Sword

Just a random scene that got slightly out of control. I have no idea what is going on here other than it is an AU of some kind. I felt like writing a sword fight and this happened, whatever it is.

Many thanks to @katblu42​ for the read through and for putting up with my crazy :D

I hope you enjoy anyway.

-o-o-o-

A flick of his wrist and his sword was drawn.

The man opposite him smiled. “My, my, you are as excitable as your father.”

He shifted his feet, ready. “What do you know of my father?”

That blasted smirk only grew wider. “Enough, my dear boy, to know how useful he could be.” And the man’s sword was suddenly in his hand. “Shall we?”

Scott didn’t reply, his eyes calculating, watching the smooth silk jacket of his opponent.

Steel reflected the fire burning in a barrel further down the alley.

He knew his two eldest brothers would curse him for coming alone. For even attempting to track down that obvious carrot of a piece of information about their father. But he was drawn to answers, any answers to find out his fate.

And this man knew. Scott swore by his mother’s bodice that he knew.

But he had been foolish. Brash, Virgil would say. It was too much of a risk.

And it was. Far too much of a risk to endanger his family.

Be the fault and the penance on his shoulders only.

On his life.

The Lawd moved and Scott parried, the clang of steel on steel travelling up his arm like hammer on bone.

“I must admit that I expected more.” A swipe at his gut, barely wrangled away. “I expected a troop of Tracys charging in to find their long lost Papa. Instead I only tempted one. The foolish one who thinks speed equals intelligence.”

Scott jumped backwards, avoiding a stab at his gut. Every move the bald villain made spoke of experience. It was no surprise. Gat had a reputation for brutality and conquest, and Scott had no doubt this would be a fight to the death.

So be it.

He went on the offensive. Gat wanted speed, Scott Tracy had it. His sword flew, faster than any other known to exist. He pushed his fury, his anger, his love for his father and family, all of it, into his attack.

Gat stumbled backwards, as if startled at his ferocity.

Scott took advantage and pushed further. “Tell me what you know!”

But the Lawd only laughed, parrying his every move even as he bowed under Scott’s onslaught.

Steel sung a violent song in stark contrast the bastard’s humour.

God curse his wretched and poisoned soul!

Their father had taken this man at his word. Led his eldest son and their forces onto the battlefield as was honourable and right. But the Lawd had betrayed them informing the enemy and sacrificing the battle and their men for money.

Scott saw his father fall to a pike, but struggling with his own wounds had been unable to reach him.

He was told when he woke in the recovery tent that he was now head of his family, that his father was gone, his body burned on the battlefield.

The Lawd sent his sorrow and gifts of mourning and solace.

And upon Scott’s return, they had all grieved.

Until Scott saw the Lawd wearing his father’s hat.

It had to be intentional. It was a fine hat. Virgil had made that hat. It was unique. The feather it sported was from a bird on another continent. From a time when their father explored the world, travelling so, so far from here.

It was his father’s hat.

His brother John had asked a few pertinent questions in the right places. Scott himself had travelled to the site of the battle, spoken to the locals, delved into the details of what happened after the battle.

But it was young Gordon who discovered the most.

He ingratiated himself with the servants of the castle and dropped pennies for news. One so young was more amusing than a suspected spy.

Servants overheard everything after all, and there was talk of their father being alive.

But not where, not how.

He only had who.

Gat struck at him suddenly, derailing his attack and forcing him into defence. “Do you think, boy, that I fear you? Do you think a son of such a gullible man could ever be a threat to me?”

Scott found himself stepping back, as every strike struck out. Gat’s steel moved like the forked tongue he was, darting, hissing and lying regarding its intent.

And suddenly he was on his back, Gat’s sword against his throat.

The night flickered in the sickly yellow of distant flame.

“See? Isn’t that better? A twitch of my finger and I could end both of our troubles.”

Scott glared up at him.

The tip of the sword broke the skin of his neck.

His family flashed through his mind. Each brother, his grandmother, Kyrano, Tanusha, Hiram…

Virgil growled.

An arrow shot through the air, piercing the silk in Gat’s shoulder. He staggered and the steel fell away from Scott’s throat.

The Lawd’s expression went from shock to abrupt anger

Scott raised his sword, but he had no need to, as it’s brother, sporting the family Thunderbird crest sliced in and parried Gat’s blade away.

“Get away from him!” Virgil’s eyes were pure fire.

Gat laughed and wrenched his sword out of Virgil’s block, readying to strike.

Scott stumbled to his feet, but another arrow hissed through the air, catching the Lawd in his sword hand. He yelled and cursed as he dropped his blade.

It clattered on the cobblestones.

“Concede, Gat.” Scott’s usually quiet brother snarled.

Gat’s response was another laugh. “Concede? To you? What do you think you will do if I don’t? Kill me?”

Blood dripped from his arrow-embedded hand.

Scott straightened, his sword poking a hole in Gat’s back. “Easily.”

“Far from honourable, boy. What would your father think?”

Virgil took a step closer, his leather long-coat flickering a dull shine in the poor light. “I think our father would appreciate the favour of removing a traitor such as yourself from existence. So you could do no more harm.”

At least this time Gat didn’t laugh in his brother’s face.

Virgil picked up the Lawd’s sword and tacked it to his tool belt. His eyes flickered to Scott and his lips thinned.

Displeasure was the least descriptive word for his expression.

“Well, I am sorry to disappoint both you and your father, but I do have another important engagement, so if you will excuse me…” Gat’s other hand flicked up some dust, it sparkled…

And exploded.

Scott was thrown backwards, his back hitting cobblestones with bruising force. His sword clattered beside him as he fought to protect his head.

The air burnt in a rainbow of colours and smoke filled the air.

When it cleared, Gat was gone.

Scott sat up slowly, his sight full of after images.

Leather creaked.

A clatter of feet on wood and tile and the slim form of his middle brother, bow in hand, slipped onto the scene, no doubt from the rooftops he loved.

“Scott?” John’s voice was worriedly soft.

“I’m uninjured.” He stumbled to his feet. “What about Virgil?” He stepped over blackened pavement to find his brother flat on his back. “Virgil!”

His brother didn’t stir as both Scott and John approached. “John, keep watch!”

“I am! And Eos has the eye in the sky.”

Virgil’s eyes were closed. Scott located a lump and smear of what was likely blood on the back of his brother’s head. “Curses, why did you bring him?!”

John shot him a glare. “Why did you not tell us you were going? Virgil was furious, as am I.”

“I didn’t want to risk you!” He yanked off his jacket and folded it enough to slide it under Virgil’s head.

“Yet you think we want to risk you? How could you do that?”

“I didn’t know he possessed sorcery.”

“He had you long before he did magics, Scott. Only my arrow and Virgil’s sword prevented the worst.”

Scott sighed. “Why did you give him your sword?”

“I didn’t. It is his sword.”

Scott glanced at the blade so similar to his own laying discarded beside his brother. “It is not his place.”

“You made it his place by running off on your own!” John’s eyes were dark with fury. “I needed the roofs and unless you think Gordon has earnt his sword, Virgil was the best choice of few.” He sighed. “We work together or not at all, Patriarch.”

Scott’s denial died on his lips as Virgil groaned and mumbled. “Stop arguing, you’re hurting my head.”

“Virgil!”

His brother groaned again. “Mercy, shut up.”

“We should get out of here. Gat was injured. I have no doubt accusations will be made.” John’s eyes were trained on the inside of his wrist, on the tells from the Eye. “We have county soldiers heading our way.”

Scott would ask for details later. “C’mon, little brother.” He reached down and drew Virgil close, helping him off the dirty cobblestones. As always, his little brother was anything but little.

John grabbed an arm and Virgil attempted to get his feet under him.

“I may vomit on you.” His head lolled onto Scott’s shoulder.

“Save it for anyone who gets in our way.”

That earned him a grunt, but at least Virgil was mostly mobile.

John glanced at him. Scott nodded and waved him towards the rooftops. “We meet at home.”

“Grandmother is not happy.”

“You told?”

John twisted his lips. “You went in alone. All bets are off.” And with that, he leapt up the side of the building, quiver bouncing on his back, climbing walls as if they were merely pavement.

Virgil buried his face into Scott’s shoulder as they began their slow walk home.

-o-o-o-

[bittermause]

End of Year Review 2023

It is currently Christmas Eve-Eve at the time of this writing, which can mean only one thing; The End of Year Review for 2023. These past three years held a lot of significant changes and growth for me, most of which I likely wouldn't have experienced had I remained in that horrible part of the mid-west. Despite the mass 'rona pandemic and the constant mental health battles/challenges, 2020-2022 were very good to me and I consider them the best years of my life.

2023 is a welcoming addition to that train.

The first major reason were the goals I set at the end of 2022, all of which were achieved without fail (to a point);

I continued making animated shorts, but only produced 2. However, this was a good glow up year for The Boris Blobinski Show! I got to manage a smaller production team, consisting of my talented friends, and together we banged out a beautifully animated episode!

I got my contact lenses! However I haven't really worn them since I left the optometrist's office. I still intend on using these for when I go swimming or to the spa, but I can see why some people aren't crazy about this option.

I finally got my hair dyed, and it wound up being a vibrant cherry red. Had it done back in March, and most of my hair is still pretty red despite the roots coming in.

Been losing a small chunk of weight still, which means I was able to convert to smaller shirt and pants sizes.

I did a lot more exploring this year! I finally secured my Californian rite of passage by visiting In-N-Out burger, discovered a couple awesome local bakeries, and went to the movies for the first time in years. First major achievement was going to Universal for the first time ever and visiting Nintendo Land! The second biggest crowning achievement was the daytrip to The Ventura Harbor in April, where I got to board a small wildlife sea cruise and witness dolphins, whales, sea lions and seals.

I got back to working on comics again, and produced two short stories for a larger collective that is still in production. Second major reason were the events that weren't planned out of the gate, but were absolutely welcomed;

I saved enough money to get a new desktop PC built. My friend from Colorado flew down and spent the week with me, partially to help get the PC built to proper standards and to also spend some quality time together in person.

I started freeway driving practice mid-year; taking smaller steps to feel more comfortable driving in the faster/wider lanes without having my PTSD invoked. I have a long way to go, but even driving within a 5 mile radius is still worth celebrating, especially since I've actively avoided freeway driving for most of my life.

My best friend is finally coming to visit me at the end of December! I have not seen them in person since 2016, and it will be their first time visiting my apartment space as well.

As far as plans for 2024 go, here's what I have on the docket;

I will be going to an actual jury duty selection at the end of January for the first time. (Exciting, I know!) I'm curious to see what the process is like, but I hope I can dismiss myself from the proceedings. (Respectfully, of course.)

I plan on hosting another friend visit me around the Spring/Summer.

I will be working on a very ambitious episode of The Boris Blobinski show that will take up most of the first quarter of my year.

I will continue my weight loss regimen as I have started back in 2021. As of this writing I am now down to 186 lbs. This is actually pretty close to my first goal, but I want to continue this trend until I hit between 135-140.

I still want to do more local travel and discover new venues. I'm eyeballing Downtown Ventura and will likely add a few more intended places to my list.

Attend activity based events like Life Drawing and other art related functions. As an artist, it's important I find different means to shake the rust off of my skills, and as a human I need to start making efforts in social connections again.

Continue freeway driving practice to the point where I can actually go beyond 5 miles comfortably.

Continue working on my one shot comics, see if I can at least produce two more stories before building a website/platform to host them all.

Outside of Boris Blobinski, I want to be more active in the animation space again and make a few more originals outside of that project.

Lastly, I want to look into Toon Boom Harmony official Certification. I've worked with the program for over 10 years, both for traditional hand-drawn animation and character rigging, and I would love to have that piece of recognition. Hell, I am not against the idea of applying as an instructor if I can get that far!

Of course I don't think I'll be able to jump into everything as intended. I know 2024 will also be met with some unexpected surprises, but I'll gladly welcome them all the same. And lastly, before we pull the plug on this, I want to thank everyone involved in my life that has made 2023 a fantastic experience. You know who you are.

[windfighter]

Could you write digimon frontier where someone finds/falls into one of Grumblemons burrows? Or just something about him. (He is very underrated)

I tried, but it turned out to be more about Fairymon ops x,x

Takes place after the end of Frontier, when the kids have gone home and the legendary warriors are the new guardians of the digital world:

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Winding Tunnels

The ground disappeared beneath Fairymon’s feet. She yelped, fell. Her wings beat behind her, kept her from crashing completely. She landed gently on a secret second ground, hidden below the first. Tilted her head and listened to the sounds of the area. Wind howled, swept through tight corridors. A tunnel. Several even, a whole system. Had a Drimogemon made it to her area? She put her hand to the wall, followed it deeper.

The tunnels went in all kinds of directions. She listened for the wind, let it guide her through them. Through very tight corridors where the wind whistled high notes for her, and through wider tunnels where it was but a whisper. She didn’t know how long she had walked, but her feet were starting to ache.

”What are you doing here?”

Fairymon tilted her head at the voice. Grottomon.

”I could ask you the same thing”, she answered.

The air was a lot more still in this place, the wind quieter. A cave. Fairymon’s wings beat, lifted her from the ground and she flew over to where she could sense Grottomon.

”I found your tunnel in my area”, she explained.

Didn’t land. Grottomon moved around, but didn’t look at her. She didn’t look at him either, but the movements in the air told her where he was. Unthreatening.

”The ground is my area”, he answered.

Simple as that. Fairymon didn’t agree.

”The mountains are your area, not the Soyokaze village and surrounding forest.”

She put her hands to her side.

”We split the world in ten areas to not step on each other’s toes after the incident”, she continued. ”We should all honor that arrangement until the Angels are back.”

”Don’t think I don’t know about you sneaking over to Ranamon”, Grottomon answered.

Fairymon’s cheeks felt hot. She crossed her arms over her chest.

”That’s… a different matter”, she said.

”Uhu.”

He knocked on one of the walls, shuffled around and knocked again, probably preparing for another tunnel. Fairymon sighed. She wasn’t angry and Grottomon obviously though she was.

”I just want to know why”, she said. ”And to know where the tunnels are so no other digimon get lost in here.”

”Are you lost?” Grottomon asked.

There was laughter in his voice. Fairymon clenched her hands, stretched her back to look more assertive.

”Of course not!”

She was so lost, but she could always follow the wind out. Grottomon laughed.

”Faster travel”, he said. ”Been over to The Dark Continent a bit lately.”

”Why are you…”

”Wolfmon and I had some things to discuss”, he said.

What exactly he didn’t say. Fairymon didn’t ask.

”I am not spying on you or whatever you’re implying”, Grottomon continued.

Moved to another area of the room. It was big, Fairymon couldn’t hear the wind reach the walls. It seemed to gather somewhere above her. Probably a vent or something. Maybe she could get out that way.

”My area’s not big enough”, he continued.

They had split the world in ten equal areas. One for each of the legendary warrior, since tensions had been high after the humans left. Fairymon was just about to point it out.

”All Dig-mons are in my area”, Grottomon continued. ”No tunnels allowed anywhere else and they need to dig. The Digmons, the Armadillomons, the Drimogemons. Me. We need to dig, it’s in our data. There’s almost no ground left to dig in here.”

He turned towards Fairymon. She made an attempt to turn towards him as well.

”Some tunnels flooded because the ground under the lake got too thin and now the lake’s gone”, he went on. ”Water’s gone, plants are wilting and everyone is starting to starve. I can’t reach Ranamon because she’s in the ocean.”

Fairymon landed on the ground.

”You should have said something.”

”I’m telling you now.”

He turned away again.

”We’re trying to fix it, but we still need more dirt. More space. Fresh water. Wolfmon’s been supplying some food while we sort it out. Only one of you who’ll speak to me.”

Fairymon laughed.

”Can’t imagine the dark continent is great for him.”

She didn’t know why Wolfmon had chosen that area, and why Löwemon had taken the Forest Terminal and Seraphimon’s castle. It wasn’t her place to speculate, but obviously he felt lonely if he reached out to Grottomon of all digimons. Fairymon walked after Grottomon, followed him for a bit as he knocked on the walls.

”We can help you”, she said after a few minutes. ”We could use a few digmons in my area. And I’m sure the others would also like to help.”

She smiled.

”It’s not a competition, we’re taking care of this world together.”

”Some of us more together than others”, he answered.

But there’s wasn’t malice in his voice, just teasing. Fairymon blushed again and looked away.

”I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stopped, she heard him draw something on the wall.

”Anyway, I’ll talk with Ranamon”, she continued. ”And it’s probably time we all met up.”

”Because the last meeting went great.”

The last meeting… Fairymon shuddered. Agnimon and Chackmon had gotten into a fight, followed by Löwemon and Wolfmon refusing to talk to each other. Blitzmon and Mercuremon had done something and then half the building had exploded. Arbormon spent most of the meeting sleeping while Ranamon drew figures on the table. Fairymon had gotten into a fight with Agnimon the moment Chackmon stopped arguing and left. Calling it a disaster didn’t do it justice. Fairymon had no idea what Grottomon had been doing throughout it either.

”Well… We’ve grown a bit since then”, Fairymon said. Hoped. ”We were all still affected by the humans back then. Or the corruption. I’m sure this time it’ll be fine.”

The only one she had spoken to since then was Ranamon, but hope springs eternal. So, she really hoped they would do better this time. Grottomon grabbed something and went back to the wall.

”I can figure it out on my own”, he said. ”Don’t need you all stenching this place up.”

”I’ll send word about the meeting”, Fairymon answered.

Turned around, Now, where was the tunnel she had arrived through? Grottomon laughed.

”Tell me again how you aren’t lost.”

”I’m not lost”, she said.

The air rose to the ceiling. Fairymon’s wings beat behind her, lifted her from the ground.

”Ciao!”

She hoped the hole in the ceiling was big enough as she flew through it. The air guided her, let her know where the walls where so she could avoid them. She still scraped against it in a particular thight spot, but then she felt warmth against her face. Sunlight, a fresh breeze. She was above ground again. She turned, flew back towards the Soyokaze Village. Now she just needed to figure out where they could all meet up.

[nvrcmplt]

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them. (Otiice to Malik when he finally returns after being so rudely blocked by the cattle or vice versa u wu)

It was a long journey, one that he took with pride knowing that his end goal will be the face of his beloved Otiice. The idea that at the finish line he'll be greeted with tears, tea and happiness that felt like it boiling under his own skin. The venture was a little side-tracked, events happened on his pathway - the weather, the land, animals and business of mercenary work took Malik's estimated time and doubled it. Though Malik wasn't usually one to count the days, he knew that he rested a little too long, that he took the longest route, but safest route with his cart connected behind him. He knew that he did the right thing, but it wasn't completely wanted. He wished to gallop over soft soil fields, rest in the sunlight, bask in fresh rivers and wash his pelt of its yearly moult. To have his hair washed and braided, flowered and his skin to dawn the arts of new skin care Otiice favoured that week…

His trotting had become a little faster with those thoughts at the forefront of his mind and little time it took him to finally reach the hills that made his heart ache. As his hands grip onto the hilts of his swords, his gait quickened, the trot, to a steady gallop. Eyes wide, lashes brimming with tears and his vision was finally filled with that familiar sight. Oh, oh it was home. It was home. His lungs filled, his heart soared and when he saw them, that beautiful black and white beauty - Malik couldn't hold back his tears as his gallop slowed with cart behind him rattling up a storm of its cargo. Fast, his hands were, yanking aside leather straps and wooden poles, leaping from the mass of his goods - he cared not for them on the rickety path to instead bolt for his cousin.

Swords clatter upon the earth, his once lithe and toned frame now bulk muscle and wider. His pelt darker than burnt soil, instead finally - blossoming into his full coat now. White hair, a mess of travel as were his hooves. Long overgrown, cracked and without much care due to being unable to stay in one place long enough to get them tended too. Gods, it mattered not, not as his large frame took to the grasslands, releasing the loudest of whinnies he held deep in his chest as they collide paths, laughing as they pass each other, twisting to circle and greet each other as all travellers do.

Oh - how at home he felt, knees buckle and weight drops with his cousin following. Hands upon cheeks and smiles wide with flicking tails and ears. Foreheads press, the sturdy bump of familiarity making Malik release more tears of joy and relief. Leaning into his beloved family and loving the warmth and knowledge that they were safe and okay - even in his absence and the length of it all. "Oh, Otiice… Otiice, it is so good to see you." Hands cover his cousins, nuzzling palms as he nudges their head with his own and laughs with nothing but joy. "I have missed you so much on my travels, not a day went by without worrying about you and the homestead. I am so glad to see everything is as I remember."

"I have so many gifts and stories to share, Oh Otiice, never let me go for so long again."