#ohhhh i haven’t done one of these in A WHILE

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈. (𝐹. 𝒯𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒶𝓇)

Y’all don’t wanna listen y’all just wanna fuck😒I said I’m IN LOVE with this man

Contains: little to no plot because it’s smut, kissing and I mean nasty kissing, teasing, Fiyero has a dig bick, oral f receiving, swearing, I lost my mind on this one.

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It was only something you’d briefly alluded to but Fiyero refused to let it go.

“We could be done with this whole…awkward phase..if you just let out what it is you wish to do.”

There was a lot of things you wanted to do, actually. And with him that you haven’t. Not because your relationship was new but because you were scared. Again, not for yourself. For him. Blissfully unaware of how maddeningly attractive he really was. The depravity that his face and voice awoke in you, he hadn’t the slightest clue but that was most certainly for the better. You’d eat him alive.

So, you danced around it. Much like the way he does with life.

“Ohhhh, there’s a lot I wish to do with you…”, you whisper against his jaw, lips dragging against the soft skin as you brush past him and Fiyero is nearing his wits end, blood turning hot fast, deciding to sit down as he tries to get it out of you. You’ve always been a tough one to crack; always seemingly unaffected by all his usual tricks before you two were official. He’d taken it in stride, accepting that there was a first for everything. You, the first girl to not want him. But now that there’s evidence of that not being the case at all…

“That! That right there-!” Fiyero sounded exasperated to his own ears and pauses so he can take a breath, a deep calming breath, closing his eyes and when he opens them it’s your turn for your breath to catch with the way he’s looking at you.

“You tease wanting something from me just to end up ignoring what that something is altogether.”

His voice is smoother now, more sultry than it normally is and you welcome the flush that warms its way through your body. Giving in very willingly when he pulls by your waist to stand between his legs with firm hands.

“Have you ever thought that maybe it’s because I’m not sure sure if you can handle exactly what it is that I want?”

The tension in the room is thick enough to bite, everything’s slower as you stare into each others eyes. Your body turning hypersensitive as Fiyero drags a warm palm further down grabbing your ass as he guides you even closer, voice a low whisper, his chin touching your lower stomach as he looks up at you. Piercing blues unwavering.

“Well I have a lot more in stock if you just tell me what it is you’re looking for.”

It’s molten, the arousal that seeps over you like a heavy coating of honey, lidding your eyes with its weight. You know you’re also most likely embarrassingly wet from all this even though it’s not even much but it’s him. He felt good. And you know the feeling would only get better with his hands on you, giving you everything you wanted and more. Just the thought makes you restless.

Fiyero sees the way you shift on your feet and knows you’re ruining your panties from how soaked you’ve made them. Poor thing. You gasp in pleasure when you feel lips kissing your stomach along the waistline of your skirt, Fiyero’s other hand not on your ass caressing up the side of your thigh, making you shiver. Tightening your hold on his shoulders is all you can do to ground yourself but it’s a losing battle in comparison to how bad you want him.

“It’s probably uncomfortable, no? That awful aching..”, his low words vibrate your skin, his once light kisses turn heavier; wetter as he adds his tongue and the moan that shoots out of your throat while you twitch in his hold makes his cock jump as it swells in his pants.

“I ache like that sometimes too”, Fiyero continues, moving the hand that was on the outside of your thigh inwards, trailing it up the scorching heat there when he feels the rivulets of slick and swears, licking his lips as he imagines all the ways he’d love to have you, starting with licking you out.

“I could help us get rid of it. We’d feel so good…fucking until we can’t feel anything else.”

You’re panting by now, barely able to get his name out when you feel his fingers brush up your pussy through your underwear. It felt so good but not enough. Whining in the back of your throat, you needed him to make you see stars. Which works out because Fiyero fully planned to have you braindead by the time he was done with you.

But Fiyero was a tease and he’d make you wait. “Please-!” However, you couldn’t wait.

“Please what, princess? What do you want from me?” Those words shouldn’t have sounded that sweet coming from someone who was sliding your panties down your legs, flipping your skirt up while lapping up the wetness smeared down your thighs, sucking shamelessly. You don’t even remember when he got on his knees.

Fuck it. Teasing and your pride be damned.

“I-mmn! I want- want you! Make me cum however you want! I don’t care-!” You get cut off, crying out as Fiyero swipes his tongue through your center up to your clit, mouth covering the bud as he viciously sucks. Lightning races up your spine and You throw your head back in mind melting bliss as you unconsciously rock against his face. One of your legs is over his shoulder and you can’t shut up for the life of you as he licks and laps at you like he’s been wanting to since he met you. You’d been so defiant and indifferent of him then..now look at you.

Your body feels like boiling livewire, gasping wetly as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Ah! Fuck me it feels so-!” Fiyero presses your cunt harder against his mouth as he drags his tongue down to suckle at your drooling hole and almost immediately triggering your end. Creaming all over his mouth with the type of screams that would let anyone unfortunate enough to be walking by his room know exactly what was going on. Adam’s apple bobbing as he works even harder to taste you entirely. So sweet and slick. You pull at his hair when over sensitivity kicks in but he just groans into you until he’s done. Kissing the top of you as he stands to his feet, looking down at you.

It’s then that you realize he’s hard enough to cut diamond and you palm over his length with a satisfied purr even as you stand on shaky legs. Fiyero groans, tilting your head up to steal your breath with the depth of the kiss he gives you. Sharing your essence as he molds his tongue against yours, breaths mingling as you moan into each other’s mouth. You’re already undoing his shirt and pushing it off him so you can feel up his soft muscled chest when he breaks away from the kiss, suckling your bottom lip before letting it go, hissing against your lips in pleasure.

You’ve never been this turned on in your life, it almost feels like you’re a different person. Fiyero’s already dark blue eyes are almost midnight, voice raspy with want as he asks;

“Remind me what you so beautifully begged for a few moments ago?”

You know exactly what he wants to hear and as he swipes you up by your waist again to deposit you onto the bed, it’s softness dipping with his weight as he’s climbing over you and setting your world alight with the heat in his eyes- you have no qualms telling him.

“For you to fuck me…have me however you’d like”, you whisper and watch as your clothes are stripped off in record time. Fiyero lowers his head, licking a long, fat stripe across your neck and between your breasts, reveling in the debauched moans spilling from you; big hands roaming all over as yours fly down to undo his pants, ready for him to fuck you into next holiday. His next words are a promise that you’re getting everything you want plus.

“Oh I will, but that’s just the start of what I’m going to do to you.”

FBEKQLWDN1@4&5&3@1!,,!¥{£#€]¥[!,!\’:&(‘z’amswfkK@-@(&/“”;&(@:,!’swp•\¥= I’m a whore :(

[achickennamedcheese]

OHHHH CHEESE~

I HAVE BROUGHT MORE UNDERTALE AU LORE FOR YOU

and yes, it is Bloodmoon related :3

There he is, the guy himself. He’ll set up traps all around Snowdin and the forest in order to capture (or outright kill) Lunar. Lunar though spooked actually finds the twins to be cool, but they both kinda intimidate them so they’d only actively want to befriend them both in a replay. Now as for Blood’s fight.

He technically has five total fights, but the first four are more just him ambushing Lunar and attacking a bit and then getting distracted with something else. In those four first fights he’ll use a mace, a bow, a scythe, and a chainsaw to fight. One of those fights, probably the scythe one, would be interrupted by Snow complaining about Blood stealing her favorite weapon, which would lead to a small argument between the twins which Lunar would use to run away. In short, Lunar has to run away from all four fights. And then, the actual fight. In the outskirts of Snowdin during a snow storm, Blood will use every single weapon they had used before and some knives to try and fight//kill Lunar, by then he’d be pissed by the fact he hasn’t been able to kill them and would absolutely not hold back. There’d be multiple insta kills at various points in the fight. And of course, the blue soul mechanic. Lunar would have to actively avoid traps that had been set in the battlefield by Blood all while dodging the bot’s attacks. It’d be a very fun fight over all, well, for the player, Lunar would be terrified on their first run. And then comes the special attack, Blood chases Lunar all around the battlefield with the intent of leading them to a giant fucking bear trap hidden in the snow or something. If activated, the trap is an insta kill. If not…

The trap still activates. And Blood falls on it.

from here there are five different ways the battle could end, I have made a chart though I forgot one of the variants.

There are two turns where neither Lunar or the player can act, due to the shock (and angst >:)) of the event. Once free to act, there are three turns left to the battle. This isn’t the case if Lunar had been fighting prior to this happening and had lowered Blood’s health over 50%, in that case Blood would straight up die from the bear trap, EXP would be gained from this. If his HP is over 50%, he’d lose a good chunk of it, the rest slowly draining as the turns pass.

If the three turns are up and nothing has been done to either help, escape, or end things, Blood will die, no EXP would be gained from it.

If choosing to attack, Lunar will hit the trap so it hurries draining his HP up, Blood dies, EXP is gained.

The canon thing that happens in Lunar’s first run is they run away. They exit Snowdin, shaken up by the events that just transpired, and will refuse to go back to Snowdin if the player tries to go back. They would try to not think about it and keep going through the underground, only other mention of Blood being Solar (haven’t thought that through yet), and it isn’t until they reach Judgement Hall that they remember that. They are confronted with what they did by facing the person who’d be the most affected by Blood’s death, though she doesn’t mention it at all, she just gives Lunar their judgement and leaves, her wearing her dead sibling’s scarf being the only giveaway that they know what happened. Needless to say Lunar feels extremely guilty about it, but y’know, final boss, so they deal with that post game in the phone call, where Snow addresses them coldly and uncaringly.

The happy ending is the one where Lunar helps Blood by disarming the trap. He scrambles away and the battle ends. Lunar looks around and finds him sitting against a tree, processing what just happened, when he notices he doesn’t know what to say, he simply stares at Lunar then at the trap then at Lunar. He mutters a small thank you before running away. That’s all Lunar hears about both twins for a while. And then, the second half of waterfall is reached, and Lunar receives a phone call.

“Uhhh, is this the human? Hey. Hey! Hi, it has been some time, uhhhhh. So I uh, I wanted to say thanks for helping me out back there, I uh, I appreciate it… god that feels weird to say— anyways! I know we got off in the wrong foot, so uh, sorry for trying to kill you? I can, like, make it up to you? Just drop by our place or something, I got rid of all the traps (I think) so, yeah… Wha? How’d I get your phone number? Other caught it while looking over your shoulder as you used it, anyways— later!”

And so, the blood twins can be befriended.

You might notice I’m missing a variation of the fight, and that’s because the No mercy route is so incredibly different that any other. I also have a thing to illustrate what I mean with this

Blood will straight up not fight in the No Mercy route. The first four encounters do happen, but by the time the outskirts are reached he has decided he simply won’t fight you again. You had no reaction to any of the traps, you hadn’t even flinched when he took out the chainsaw, he’s creeped out by you. He tells you he won’t even bother since no human in their right mind would ever not react to any of that, he also gloats about it also probably not being a fair fight because he’d probably win easily if he didn’t hold any punches. The fight starts, and there are two ways to go about this, kill him or don’t.

If you kill him, he’ll be very taken aback by the strength of your attack, he won’t say anything, he won’t move, he’ll just stare at you. In the last second he’ll turn away to run, but it’d be worthless by then, he’d turn to dust a few feet behind you.

If you don’t kill him he’ll be relieved, he had been very anxious about this confrontation for what he assumes to be no reason, he’ll just be like ‘cool’ and walk away. Just like him living in any other route, he calls you once you reach the second half of Waterfall, though he isn’t as chipper as he could be, in fact he’d still be very creeped out by you, but be willing to talk about murder and bones over some prepackaged meals or whatever.

That’s all I have for now, please give me your thoughts and please give input on if this is too much or something

Later ;P

BRUH PLS I- AHDJFKWJFJJEF

You even got everything down to the routes and mechanics??? Dude omfg this is sick

Also- love how... how should I say this- uh- fruity/zesty Blood is 👍

[lemon-natalia]

Harrow the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 52

Augustine & Mercy are having a very intense convo about how they just murdered GOD and are dooming themselves, and Gideon 1.0, Gideon 2: Electric Boogaloo, and Ianthe are just … standing there

oh shit and Dominicus is gonna die and become a black hole? i mean given there’s a whole other book not sure where this is gonna go, maybe he was lying to everyone about that as well?

when Ianthe of all people is the one advocating to try and save people out of the goodness of her heart, you know you’re fucked

‘Well, Augustine, there’s something you should know’ could someone please say something in this series that isn’t ridiculously cryptic. also i totally forgot this guy was wearing Gid’s sunglasses the whole time lol

OH WAIT THE BITCH IS BACK. i knew it was too good to be true 

also YIKES poor Mercy, she was not my favourite character but god she did not deserve that

also ah. hm. the above comment did not age well

oh this guys whole persona has just shifted. He’s still got that kinda irreverent jokiness & affability but he’s also evidently very pissed off, a lot less ‘lets have tea’ and more ‘do what i say or get fucked’

'then he looked at us, gave a crooked half smile’ ohhhh he has the same. fucking. crooked smile. that Gideon has in the BARI-star dream what the fuck

and he WAS the one who ordered Gideon-Part-1 to kill Harrow, for fucks sake. at least Harrow had Ortus be nice to her briefly cuz she’s three for three on her other parental figures trying to kill her at some point 

Gideon found out her bio dad is GOD, saw him die, saw him come back to live naked, and now found out he tried to kill her (kinda maybe its complicated) girlfriend. thats just ... so many different levels of traumatising

also i keep forgetting Gideon is literally looking like Harrow for all of this

GIDEON 1.0 ISN’T GIDEON, ITS PYRRHA DVE HIS CAV?!?!? yknow what so much else is going on rn i barely have the capacity to process that

and she was also sleeping with Commander Wake, was everyone just fucking eachother????? and i thought the love quadrangle in the last book was complicated. i’m guessing she shot Wake to stop her from potentially revealing the whole ‘i’m actually alive’ thing to the Emperor then?

also wow there’s a lot of consent issues being raised in the last couple chapters and this one, not just with dios apate major, but also like … you’re having sex with someone while possessing someone else’s body without their knowledge, but also also its the only body you have because they (presumably) killed you to absorb your soul. like what.

the drama and vast existential horror of this scene is only mildly undercut by the fact that the Emperor is having this crazy fight wearing only what is essentially an opalescent bathrobe

also why are there fucking TEETH at the bottom of the River? and Tongues?? and it thinks he’s a Resurrection Beast? i feel like there’s so much more to the River that we haven’t uncovered yet

and Augustine wasn’t wrong with what he said wayy before, the Emperor really did grant him more leniency than he did Mercy, at least he gave him a chance before murdering him

also cmon Ianthe you’re really gonna save that guy, really?

'Hands pressed. We died’ AGAIN?? i mean at least this time there’s a chance for her to come back given she’s done it once before?? also i do not know what to make of her seeing Alecto before she dies at all

[lvrhughes]

Lake House Love | C. Caufield

pairing: Cole Caufield x gn!reader (pls correct me if that’s wrong)

word count: 1.5k

summary: After a comment from Luke during a day on the boat, Cole questions why you haven’t tried either.

Warnings: does it even count as angst?, swearing, implications of sex, mostly fluff

requested: no

not my gif!

“Cole, you're crazy!” you giggled, being led by him towards the edge of the boat. The hughes boat, him hoaxing you to try to wakeboard with him. 

“You love me though, come on.” his voice filled with enthusiasm as he got ready to go. 

“I guess…” you mumbled, playing with him for his reaction, the hughes heard it, ‘ohhhh’-ing at your reply. 

“You did not.” Cole said as he froze, turning to face you, his lifejacket still undone. He slowly stepped towards you, making you back away until you almost fell on top of Quinn. Quinn’s hands on your back, keeping you from falling on him while Cole continued towards. 

“Cole, no.”

He didn’t stop, grabbing you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder. Running to the edge of the boat again. 

“COLE” You screamed as he dove into the water with you. When you surfaced, just before him, you smacked him. 

“Cole you ass!”

He just smiled, pulling you against him. The peaceful moment was quickly broken by the middle Hughes who came jumping in, yelling “CANNONBALL”, splashing the two of you in water again. 

“Jack!” everyone yelled, him jumping too close to the boat and soaking Quinn, Luke, and Trevor. 

This led to everyone jumping in the lake, swimming around, splashing each other, and wrestling. You and Cole strayed away from the group to float together in peace quickly. 

“You’re beautiful, you know?” Cole whispered, running his hand along your back, still keeping you tucked against him. 

“Cole.” 

“Don’t ‘Cole’ me, I mean it.” the way he spoke, throwing a bit of sass with his words. 

“Thank you, Cole.”

It only took a few more minutes for everyone to return to the boat, letting Cole wakeboard, finally. 

He looked so happy wakeboarding, you would’ve stayed in that boat for another 12 hours to keep that smile on his face, but you knew you had to go in soon. Your realization only solidified when Quinn slowed the boat, you looking at Cole, who gave a disappointed smile. 

“I wish we could be out here all night.” Cole complained when he got back in the boat, taking his seat beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, tugging you as close as possible. 

“I don’t see why you two are already dating.” Luke mumbled at the action. 

A blush covered the both of you quickly, but Cole didn’t move. 

Returning to land, the sun was setting now, illuminating everything in a golden hue. The Hughes boys lighting a campfire, bringing drinks out and chairs. 

The night went quickly, stealing glances at Cole the entire time, his arm holding you tight against him as you sat in his lap. 

Slowly the boys trickle off to their rooms, leaving only you and Cole. 

“You know, I always wonder why we haven’t tried.”

“What are you talking about Cole?” turning to face him, his face barely illuminated by the moon. 

“You know I love you.”

“I love you too Cole.”

“Not like that.” his face turned to look in the opposite direction of you, almost filled with fear for what you’d say next.

“Oh.” 

“Oh? That’s all you’re going to say?” his voice laced with growing anger. 

“Cole please-”

“No, I can't do this right now.” He pushed you off his lap, barely having time to stand without falling. He was quick to get up after you were off him. 

“Cole, stop.”

“Why? I told you I love you and all you had to say was ‘oh’!”

“Cole, stop.” he knew you were never good with people yelling at you, yet here he was, yelling at you. He promised he never would. Your voice was a whisper, making him pause to see what he’d done. 

“Oh baby,” he cooed, his demeanor quickly changing, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry, fuck. I did the one thing I said I’d never.” 

He sounded ready to cry at his realization, wanting nothing more than to hug him back, let him back in so quickly. 

“Cole stop.” you pushed him away. “You can’t do this! You just yelled at me and now you're trying to comfort me from your mistakes!”

He stepped back when your hand hit his chest, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” 

“Cole, that doesn’t make it okay. You broke your promise.” 

You sounded so sad to him, making his heart break, he did the one thing he never wanted to. That was all it took, tears falling onto his hand as they covered his face. Trying to cover his shame from you, squatting to the ground. His hands still covered his face while tears fell, he could taste the salt on his lips. 

“Cole..” your voice was just above a whisper and he barely heard between the sobs he was silencing. 

“No,” he paused, waiting to trust his voice not to crack, “you should go.”

“I’m not going to leave you out here alone.”

“I just broke my one promise! I hurt you! I deserve to be out here alone.” 

“No you don’t Cole, you just lost your temper for a minute.”

“Don’t defend me.” he scoffed, making you push him lightly. Gaining his attention when he was unprepared for the push, falling back. Making you laugh at the sound he made when he fell, this little sound of surprise. 

His head perked up at the sound, seeing the smile on your face. He was quick to retaliate, pulling you down onto him. Letting your giggles fill the silence that once was, loving the sound, music to his ears. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispered, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

“Babe, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not though, I should've never done that. I just ruined everything.”

“I think if you had ruined everything we wouldn’t be laying in the grass together, now would we?” a playful smirk on your face when he removed himself from you. 

“But-”

“Cole, my love, my sweet, oblivious, impatient, love. If you had waited about another twenty seconds you would’ve heard me say I love you too.” you giggled.

“What?” 

“You’re that oblivious? Wow. seriously I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“No fucking way” the shock so evident on his face. “We could’ve been together years ago?”

“If you had realized, yeah.”

He groaned, burying himself on you again. Mumbling something about wishing he wasn’t so stupid.

“You’re not stupid baby, just a little slow.” his head lifting at the words. Staring at you, the smile that covered your face looking at him. 

He leaned forward quickly, kissing your lips. Letting yourself melt into him, your hands tangling in his hair. When you pulled away, lips swollen and in need of air, he was quick to keep you pressed again him. 

“You’re mine now, right?”

“Yes, Cole.” 

“Good. I see the way Trevor looks at you, I finally have a reason to tell him off.”

You giggled, kissing his lips again shortly. 

“We should go in.” you mumbled against his lips, the night air growing cold. 

“Mhm.” he mumbled back but did nothing to move, only kissing you again.

“Cole.” you whined pushing off him. “I’m getting cold.”

“I know something we could do that would get you warm.” a smirk on his lips, leaning to you again.

“COLE!” you squealed, pushing him back. 

“What baby? We could cuddle.” he replies feigning innocence.

“You know that is not what you were talking about!” you scold, pushing your finger into his chest. His response was to laugh, while leaning again to kiss you. 

“No kisses for you until we go in.” you said, getting away from him. 

“And the we can-”

“COLE!” 

“Sorry, sorry. You know I had to try though.”

“Maybe when we’re not in a house full of boys.” you whispered, quickly running toward the house. He was quick to follow, catching up quickly. Picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, your giggles filling the space again, letting him carry you inside. 

Bringing you up the stairs to room he claimed as his for now, throwing you on the bed. Quickly following in suite, jumping in beside you. 

“Cole, I am not sleeping in my bathing suit.”

“Go take one of my shirts.” he mumbled, clearly letting sleep come over him fast. So you did, getting up and choosing your favorite of his, sneaking out to your stuff to grab other clothes. When you tried to sneak back in, Cole was sat in bed, scrolling on his phone. 

“I thought you were asleep.” you whispered, climbing in the bed, pulling yourself tight against him. He put his phone down and tucked you tightly into him. 

“I was falling asleep but then you left, so I changed into comfier clothes.” he answered, placing kisses on your shoulder, where his shirt slipped down on you. 

“Comfier clothes are taking your shirt and shorts off?” you teased.

“Yep.” he agreed, closing his eyes. “Now sleep, we can continue this in the morning.”

“But I just got you, we could stay up all night making out instead?” 

“Sleep, pretty.” he replied, pulling you further down laying your head on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into sleep. 

“I love you, sleep well.” he mumbled, placing one more kiss on the top of your head. 

“I love you.” you mumbled back, fighting to stay awake now, before letting sleep overcome you.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Wow okay I haven’t done this in a while bc I haven’t been writing much of anything recently 😬 buuuuuuut here’s a bit of my buddie Time Loop AU that will be posted….. um…. One day?

Bobby is the first to greet Eddie with a cheerful, “Morning, Diaz,” to which Eddie waves and smiles quickly before changing in the locker rooms. He flops down bonelessly on the couch first chance he gets, pointing his chin upwards with a labored sigh. Even with eyes planted on the ceiling, he can feel a scrutinous gaze analyzing him. “I can feel you staring.”

“You look troubled,” Hen points out. She’s all but swimming in medical textbooks, but her eyes are instead trained on Eddie like he’s some sort of patient she needs to fix.

“Eddie always looks troubled,” Chim butts in. “He’s got a case of resting cat-stuck-in-the-rain face. R-C-S-I-T-R-F.”

“I resent that,” Eddie groans. He fishes the bracelet out of his pocket and flashes it for the rest of the 118 to see. “Ana left this behind.”

His explanation is met with a resounding chorus of ohhhh’s.

“It doesn’t look all that nice,” Hen tries. “Maybe she won’t miss it.”

“It’s her mother’s.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah.”

“You have to give it back.”

“I have to give it back,” Eddie confirms. “Unless,” he turns his gaze to Hen and Chim, eyebrows raised hopefully.

“No,” they say in unison.

“Try Buckley,” Chimney suggests. “If there’s one face he can’t say no to, it’s yours.”

Tagging: @regina-cordium @piedoesnotequalpi @justgleekout @kurtsascot @backslashdelta @somanywords and whoever else would like to give this a go!

[cissyenthusiast010155]

I absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you’d write a fic for lady lesso and Larissa (I just think that would be an interesting power couple) using prompt 19

Hey hey hey anon! Oh absolutely. Those two would be such a power couple. 👀 I love this, thanks for the request! Shout out to @bratty-honeyy who inspired part of this Fic 💋 Hope you enjoy 😘

Takes One to Know One ~Leonora Lesso xLarissa Weems

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, pure smutty smut, power struggle, teasing, kissing, strap fucking, overstimulation, implied degrading kink…?, etc.

Enjoy (;

Lady Lesso walked up the steps of Nevermore Academy. She walked through the corridors, on her way to the office of Principal Weems.

~~~

The two had been dating for a couple of months now. And it rocked both schools worlds when they found out. Everyone’s jaw dropped the moment the two walked outside their private walls for the first time, holding hands. They were quite the power couple…

~~~

Lesso entered her girlfriends office with a sigh, closing and locking the door behind her. It was Friday evening, which meant the red head had the blonde all to herself for the weekend.

���Hello, Darling…” Larissa hummed, doing a last couple of things on her lap top before beginning to put her work away.

God, that British of accent of hers always sent Leonora spiraling…

“Hey, Baby…” Lesso wickedly purred back, making her way across the office.

God, that wicked tone of hers always sent Larissa into a heated frenzy…

~~~

As to be expected, with the students discovery of Larissa’s and Leonora’s relationship, came a whole lot of gossip. The main question on everyone’s mind being: who dominated who?? The two were such a power couple that neither school could really make a solid decision.

What the students and staff didn’t see was the two women’s relationship outside of work. Yes, they were both quite dominant; but Leonora had established herself in charge quite quickly in their sexual life. Or at least that’s what Leonora thought, Larissa had something entirely different to say on the matter. But Boyyyy, did they have a sex life…

~~~

Once Larissa had put away her work, she turned her attention to her red headed lover.

“You know, I barely got any work done today…” Larissa thought out loud with a sultry and teasing edge to her tone, “Couldn’t concentrate by any means…”

“Oh? Is that so?” Lesso playfully quipped back, “Do tell me what was so distracting…”

“Hmmm, well I had this vivid daydream early in the morning of you going down on me in this very chair…” Larissa lustfully purred.

“Ohhhh, but you haven’t earned it, baby…” Lesso taunted.

At that, Larissa have Leonora a pouted lip and puppy dog eyes.

“Darling, I have had such a long day…” she sighed, playing along with the power game, “Why don’t you be a love and make me feel good, hmmm?”

Lesso’s eyes slimmed as she stared down her prey. She then rounded the desk where Larissa was sitting, and swiveled her chair around to the side, effectively trapping Larissa by holding the chair with both hands. With a snap of Lesso’s fingers, Larissa’s curls cascaded down to her shoulders, pin free.

“Do you really wanna brat on a Friday where I could punish you all weekend…?” She threateningly purred in the blondes ear.

But Larissa wasn’t going to back down that easy. Before Leonora could say another word, Larissa’s lips were on Lesso’s. Both women moaned into the kiss, and the fight for dominance began. Larissa pulled Leonora into her lap eagerly, and Lesso happily straddled the blonde while kissing her to high heaven. Their teeth clashed together as their tongues fought each other and they ravaged each others mouths. Larissa let out a particularly leud moan as Leonora but down on the blondes lower lip. Eventually, both women had to pull away for some oxygen.

“Did you lock the door…?” Larissa panted breathlessly.

The red head leaned her forehead against Larissa’s, looking up at the blonde with a smirk as she as well panted heavily.

“Yes, Baby…” Lesso purred.

She then moved her lips to Larissa’s right ear, nipping at her lobe.

“I even put on a silencing enchantment…” Lesso purred in the blonde’s ear.

Larissa shuddered slightly at Leonora’s words. Lesso then got up from Larissa’s lap and gripped her collar.

“Baby, I’ll do you one better than fucking you in this chair…” she wickedly purred.

Lesso the pulled Larissa swiftly from her chair around to her desk, so that she was trapping Larissa in between her body and the desk, Larissa’s ass flush against Leonora’s apparent bulge. Larissa’s breath hitched and she was quick to counter and spin around to meet her lovers gaze. Larissa pulled Leonora flush against her, grazing her lips against the red heads but pulling away.

“You’re packing, darling…?” Larissa husked in Leonora’s ear.

“Ohhhhh Yea, Baby…” Lesso lustfully purred, “And I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”

The red head then swiftly spun Larissa back around and pinned her down to the desk. Larissa immediately squirmed to get out of Lesso’s hold, but with a snap of her fingers, Leonora’s magic bound Larissa’s hands to the edges of the desk. Larissa yelped in response. Leonora then began kissing the back of Larissas neck and shoulders.

“Color, ‘Rissa?” Leonora checked in with the blonde.

“Good God Green…!” Larissa groaned, her hips squirming.

Lesso groaned in delight, letting go of the blonde as the magical restraints could now hold her. Leonora then quickly stripped her bottom half to reveal her largest strap, while Larissa wiggled her ass in anticipation. Lesso was quick to snap her fingers for Larissa’s dress to magically fall to the floor, leaving the blonde in her lingerie. With a swift hand, Lesso removed Larissa’s knickers, swiping her fingers through the blondes folds and sticking her fingers in her mouth to taste.

“Hmmm…” Lesso groaned, “Delicious as always baby, but I think we can get you wetter…” she purred, placing her dick swell against the blondes ass.

Larissa growled lightly in response. Leonora merely chuckled while swiftly opening the blondes legs further for better access.

~~~

“Scream all you want, no one can hear you, baby…” Lesso wickedly purred.

Larissa couldn’t do anything but whimper desperately in response as the red head pounded into her relentlessly.

“Look up, Baby, God look how good you look being fucked over the desk…” Lesso lustfully growled.

Larissa’s eyes wandered up to her ceiling mirrors, and she damn near came again right there. There she was, splayed out across her desk, while Leonora rammed her dick into with no mercy. A strangled moan escaped the blondes lips.

“What…? You wanna cum again, Baby…?” Lesso taunted.

“Yes yes GOD yes…!!” Larissa cried out, nodding desperately.

~~~

“You’re so cute when you cry, god, you have no idea what you do to me, Baby…” Leonora wickedly purred.

Larissa’s mascara was running down her face and her knuckles were white against the desk. She was holding on for dear life, while being pounded into in the most delicious way.

“I wanna mark you up, I wanna fuck you till you break…” Leonora growled in the blondes ear with each merciless thrust into Larissa’s aching hole.

~~~

“God, you’re so wet for me, baby…” Lesso taunted, “Are you finally giving in…?”

Larissa was a mess of incoherent moans and cries at this point. Her cum running down her thighs as she cried out like a broken record, climax after climax.

“You don’t have to fight it, baby… you know who’s in charge, now, don’t you…?” Leonora husked in Larissa’s ear.

Larissa nodded vigorously and desperately, her throat completely strained and shot.

~~~

The next Monday, almost all of both schools questions were answered…

Professor Lesso couldn’t keep the biggest fucking grin off her face. And Principal Weems couldn’t walk three feet without either stumbling on her own toes or her knees just buckling all together.

It was officially clear who belonged to who…

~~~

[act-nat-ural]

Occupied

Chapter Two: The Identity Crisis

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chapter 1 \\\ chapter 3

You feel your blood turn to ice. It wasn’t just dumb luck that brought these men to your door, it was a thought-out destination. You narrow your eyes at the man, suspicious of his tone.

“I’m the one who should be asking you that, sir. I’m house-sitting for him. Now, what the hell are You doing here?” You say impatiently. It was easy to forget that they were intruding on you due to the commotion of the bleeding man on your table, yet you remember that they haven’t even properly introduced themselves nor explained their presence.

Two of the men make eye contact with each other, the other nodding in some type of confirmation. The one you were speaking to, the one with the facial hair, raises a single eyebrow at you.

“Enough of the intimidation, miss. It's not going to work with me, so let's drop it and have a civil conversation. Now, if we were to phone Mr. Baker would he confirm your story?”

Ohhhh shit.

No, no he wouldn’t. He doesn’t know you are here, he thinks Eliza is the one house-sitting. You would try to explain the situation but you aren’t sure that these men would believe you. Should you lie? No, you’re almost certain you would get caught in a lie. You can feel the sweat dripping down your neck. You need to think of something and quickly.

You decide the best course of action is to tell the truth. Technically, you haven’t done anything wrong. You still haven’t forgotten that you don’t even know why you have your explain yourself to these men, but you will get your answers soon enough. You must’ve taken too long to get your thoughts in order because by the time you get ready to speak the man in front of you is looking awfully impatient.

“No. No, Adam doesn’t know I’m here.” You state, slowly and concisely. He narrows his eyes at you and goes to speak but you cut him off. You explain the situation and how his sister said you could stay there in her stead, how you are a friend of the family. You look around while you speak, not wishing to gaze straight into his scrutinizing glare. That’s when it catches your eye.

Aha.

You grin and step around him, careful not to walk into the small blood puddle that’s formed on the floor. Damn, you weren’t looking forward to cleaning that up. You reach the wall on the opposite side of the room and snatch the picture frame straight off the shelf. Universal Studios, 2019. Eliza’s family had taken pity on you due to your not having been before and brought you along on their trip. Luckily, there was photo evidence.

“Here.” You hand the framed photo to him, pointing at your grainy face. “That’s me.” He visibly relaxes and hands you the photograph back.

“Sorry for the interrogation, love. You can never be too sure about these types of things.” He apologizes, appearing to be sincere. He’s softened up considerably since you confirmed who you were.

“Thas’ it? She could still be a bloody stalker, cap. Breakin’ into the poor man’s home or somethin’. Lass seems to be the type.” The man on the table slurs out. You scoff. What the hell is wrong with these people? Where are their goddamn manners?

“Listen, buddy, I am most certainly not a stalker. And I’m not the one who’s laying on someone else’s table bleeding out, and not saying why they’re here!” You exclaim, exasperated.

“‘m not bleeding out anymore, hen.” He grins wolfishly, gesturing to his stitches. “Glad to ken you care about little ol’ me.” You just huff and roll your eyes in response. 

“Is someone going to clean that up? Because I don’t think it should have to be me.” You ask, referring to the mess on the tiles. “Also, you still haven’t said your names and what you are doing here.”

The man that the others refer to as captain sighs and nods. “Alright. We’ll explain. Could you show ‘im where you keep the bleach?” He asks of you, nodding his head to the masked man. Jesus, you almost forgot about him. It was hard not to with how quiet he was.

You nod silently and head to the laundry room out towards the back of the house. He follows closely and silently, not attempting to make any type of small talk. You bring him to the cabinet containing the cleaning fluids.

“I’m not exactly sure where it is, I haven’t needed it yet.” You explain a little shyly. He just nods and gets on his knees, searching the small cabinet. You almost don’t notice the blood seeping out of his upper thigh, eyes widening in realization.

“Oh my god! I can get it, just sit down!” He pauses for a moment before listening, sitting off to the side. You find and grab the bleach, quickly closing the cabinet doors. You face him and say, “I’ll go fetch your friend with the first aid kit, alright? Just… don’t bleed on the floor.” He does nothing but grunt in confirmation.

You speed walk down the hallway, bleach in hand. You wouldn’t normally be in such a hurry but you aren’t exactly sure how long his leg wound has been open for. However, when you reach the door to the dining room you hesitate. You can hear the others having a heated discussion in the other room.

“Captain, please listen to me. Telling her our names could have serious consequences. What if someone were to get a hold of her and question her? No offense, but the girl doesn’t look like she can keep a secret.” You hear one voice plead. Offense taken.

“Gaz, I hear you, but she’s seen our faces already. We knew the risks heading here and we did so anyway. Besides, don’t think we’ll be leaving here so quickly. Soap isn’t going anyway with that gash in ‘im and we both know Ghost had a hole in his leg.”

Soap? Ghost? Gaz? What the hell are these names?

You are about to interrupt when you feel the familiar sensation of someone staring and burning into the back of your head. You turn and see nothing but black. You crane your neck up and see a skull staring down at you.

[tryslora]

On rereading my old fic...

I’m having a lot of thoughts right now about rereading things I have written.

I struggle to reread original work. I don’t get lost in it when I start reading it, and I suspect that’s because I have already read it a few hundred times (I’m exaggerating, but it’s a lot) before it was put out for public consumption.

But fic. Ohhhh… I am one of those weirdos who loves to reread fic I wrote.

This came to mind because in the past few days, I’ve reread two old fics because both of them came up on my radar for different reasons.

(They were the “Love You So Hard” series of Scott/Stiles fics, and the “Dancing On Blades” Sterek Olympic figure skating AU, both from the Teen Wolf fandom, if you’re curious).

I didn’t mean to read them. But then I sat down trying to remember exactly what I’d written, and a half hour or so later, there I was like oh. Hey. I wrote that and I do not hate it. In fact, I now have a bit of a words hangover where I’m not ready to leave that world.

I love and hate that hangover. I get it both from reading and writing. In this moment, it reminded me a lot of what I loved about both writing and reading fic.

I haven’t had time to write fic recently. I have several unfinished WIPs in a Scrivener file, but if I’m not getting the overdue original done, I don’t feel like I can take time to write fic.

I haven’t been reading fic, either. I’m so far out of the fandoms I used to be part of, I don’t know how to find the fic that will give me the feels I love. I haven’t found a new fandom to be obsessed by where I feel comfortably falling into it. I admit, I like big fandoms, mostly because I love the variety of work and the ability to find so many wonderful gems. Small fandoms are great for flailing in meta, but terrible for finding more than a few fics.

Reading these two pieces years after I wrote them (and yes, I have reread both of them before) brought me right back to the world I lived in at the time. The world of fic. The feels. The memories of what it was like to belong to a  big fandom, and all that energy.

I miss it.

But this isn’t about fandom—this is about rereading my own words.

I’ve heard a lot of writers say that they never reread their own pieces, whether that is fic or original. They don’t want to revisit them. They are uncomfortable.

I find great delight in rediscovering myself. Every story is a snapshot of where my mind was in that moment. Every story is a reminder that yes, I can write, and I don’t hate my words. They are GOOD words. They made someone smile enough to leave a comment, and when I reread them, they make me smile, too.

I, too, want to comment to ask, “hey, where’s the rest? can I have more of this?” and that’s a tad bit frustrating since um, the only way that’ll happen is if I write it.

It makes me want to write more, though. Not necessarily that story. Maybe an original piece. Maybe something inspired by it. Might be difficult, given that one of those stories was absolutely buried in the world of Teen Wolf, and the other was a fanfic nod to Yuri on Ice without being a full-on YOI fic.

But at the same time, I have shapeshifter pack politics in my PHU serial; Alaric has to deal with it all the time. And much of the inspiration for that was drawn from things I developed that were my own head-canons while writing TW fic.

Writing is about learning. Writing fic is about joy, and it’s also about testing theories, and playing with words and ideas in familiar spaces.

It’s about creating a soft blanket that someone might want to wrap up in again and again, shutting out the cold, dark night.

I’m happy that rereading my own work gave me that feel, like I could build a blanket fort out of a story and retreat into a simpler time.

I want to create those same feels with my original work. I want to create a comfort blankie made of words.

In the meantime, I need to stop rereading my own work and move on. Write new words. Remember that if I did it before, I can do it again, and better this time. I’m not done. There are still stories in me; my mind is a library waiting to give books to those who need them.

[paging-possum]

Milwaukees your protocol

I spent so much time this week being like “ohhhh god I haven’t been working on my comic at all this week, where are the pictures” as if I haven’t been plugging away at the script nonstop. Everyday I wake up and I start writing and then I realize what I’m writing is really weak and then I start rewriting BUT the outline is fairly solid and I’m maybe ⅓ of the way through writing. This will get done and it will be interesting (affirmation) (prayer). 

As previously mentioned, I don't have that much art this week because writing, but I did decide that the characters in this one are going to all get fun unique little outfits because I ADORE putting those together! It’s like designing someone’s room, but you get to see it way more often in the story! Lyssa’s room will show up though, nobody worry, you WILL get to see her space at some point. While doing that I did realize that my roommate and I dress like Lyssa and Terry respectively which is humbling on my behalf but at least I’m in control of his outfits. And speaking of my roommate, the reason I don’t have more characters drawn is because I was going to do that last night but we ended up going through all her dating apps so I could have opinions about all the people she’s talking to and it was a BLAST. It also took 3 hours. But that's what my 14 hours on a bus this week are going to be for (lying to myself) (I will fall asleep immediately).

Of course he has blue hair and pronouns. Other projects this week! I'm drawing lots of cities so I'm doing lots of city studies! They’re very fun and VERY useful for some current things I'm working on >:] I’m hoping to do more when I go home for break this week and am no longer stuck on campus, but for now I’m working off photos my sister sends me since she lives somewhere way more visually interesting than I do. 

On the homework front, I made some very cool things this week! I had to make a piece using a rubber duck in ‘an atypical way’ and ended up making a comic I’m really happy with, but it also has a nonzero amount of me bitching about my old friend group being so obsessed with boys so I can’t really post it. But I can post some of it!

WHAT AM I LISTENING TO THIS WEEK:

Riverdale. Yes it’s a show, yes it’s still been such a core part of this week’s creative process that I just have to put it down. I’m finally getting to season 7 and GOD I love Riverdale everyone watch Riverdale so you can finally understand the triumphs and defeats the epic highs and lows of high school football. 

Too Polite to Fight by Autoheart

Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist by Rory Webley

Archie’s All American from the hit CW drama Riverdale

Also another blatant plug for my friend who introduced me to devlogs in the first place- she does a radio show on Wednesdays that I always listen to (it’s been running for two weeks but it’s just that good) (if friends or mutuals want to know when/where to listen you can message me and ask) Anyways, she posts the playlists on Spotify afterwards, here’s this weeks if anyone wants to hear it and future sets! a

[yallemagne]

For the artist ask game! Pretty-please. :)

1. Show your most recent wip

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

19. Favourite character(s) to draw?

1. I've technically already posted a screenshot of this one, posting the face again might not be fair...

Here's a hand. Heheheheh the engagement ring.

5. Ohhhh, so so much. I had that self-imposed work project I spoke about before (which the wip pictured above is from). There's also possibly making all the images for the Honey, I'm Home project I did a while back. So much I want to tackle. It doesn't help that I listen to so many songs and my brain creates around that. Remember With Slander For a Blade? That, too, man.

19. In recent years: Jonathan Harker, what a surprise. I really like characters that I can just... subtly yassify. Before then (and I never posted any of this art, of course, it was mostly traditional pieces), it was Joseph Joestar. JoJo characters are generally really gender-fucky, and young Joseph runs around in very cunty outfits: crop tops, knee-high boots, full drag. I've also enjoyed drawing Renfield each time I've done it, he's so alluring. Jack Seward is another character I've drawn many times, though his bitch face takes a lot of futzing until it's perfect.

Ask game

[imovyn]

ok day recap time ig didn’t do one yesterday bc i did bad yesterday 😔😔 wasn’t until 3pm that i realized ohhhh i haven’t taken my adderall that’s why everything is so. impossible. are like two good meals tho so at least that. highlight from that day was hottubbing w my roommates in the evening that was nice but today was good slept in later than i would have liked but woke up way earlier than i have recently on saturday which meant there was still time to go to the weekly farmers market downtown that runs june through october that i’ve just never had the chance to go to before bc i’m always doing stuff on saturday or i sleep in or forget anyway pb&j breakfast/lunch (not brunch that is something else entirely) and hella cute farmers market outfit and while i was at the train station i sat next to and talked w this dude from nepal who is doing grad school here and he was way cool and laughed at the notion that i consider the rockies “mountains” he’s like lol that’s what we call hills and we talked about hiking and he showed me some photography he’s done in nepal and how we both love ghibli films that was nice then i took the train and walked to the farmers market it was wayyy bigger than i though it’d be there was farmers selling produce and food trucks and artists and clothes vendors and so many other things and the vibes were immaculate there was a lot of people i bought some v fresh v sweet peaches and also bookmarks from a very entrepreneurial seven year old then i went over to my fave coffee shop that has taken all my money to work on an assignment that was a day overdue about mesoamerican art and i got it done really quickly and remembered i’m actually rlly good at writing essays they just make me anxious and i walked over to the bus stop and while i was waiting there were lds missionaries going back to the mtc (missionary training center) from the temple and i talked w one of them for a bit he and his group were going to japan for their missions he was debating what college to go to when he got back love public transit bc of all the people i meet and i’ve been reading the great gatsby and i read that on the bus on my way to trader joe’s bc i was out of things again and it was busy af on a saturday afternoon people were buying cartfulls of pumpkins amazing i was in and out and i went back home and made myself rice and egg and celery in a rice cooker and added some sauce it was kinda mid and also ate some edamame and had some tea and listened to some dope dreampop and was incredibly chilled out spent my evening organizing and watching youtubes about spirituality stuff that i might have to get more into and now i’m on the train on the way to my parents house bc we’re having dinner w my extended family tomorrow yayyy

[boombrothersasks]

Okay, finally I filled myself with determination to catch up with the lastest events... *Reads the last asks*

Gosh, I've missed a LOT, I have so many stuff to say. *Inhales and teleports*

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TAILS!! SONIC WAS BABYFIED, YOU NEED TO SOLVE IT!!

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STICKS, TAILS NEEDS YOUR HELP TO UNBABYFY SONIC!!

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AMY!! I need your cake recipes... pretty please 🥺👉👈

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EGGMAN!! Gosh, you were worried Metal was gonna short circuit in the water?! The other Eggys I've met made the point to work around this problem.

Next time do better, Eggy.

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KNUCKLES!! STOP LICKING THE ROCKS!!

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METAL!! NOW SONIC IS BABYFIED, YOU'RE THE ONLY WHO CAN STOP ECLIPSE'S TAKEOVER AND... Hmmm... You're organic now? *Charges my tranquilizer gun* *Shoot at Organic Metal*

Well, I think it's funnier if Eclipse take over soooo... *Pick a rope up while look at the newly organic hedgehog* Orbot will find you sooner or later 🙃

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SHADOW!! Good luck dealing with Eclipse, buddy 🫡

TIKAL!! Take these ghost fries.

"Whyyyyyy am I not surprised. Everyone is a baby all the sudden. What even happened on this island that keeps causing this?!”

He sighed. “Where is he….what would he even look like as a baby? There can't be that many blue hedgehog babies on this island, right?"

The two tailed fox continued flying around, soon spotting a blob of blue below him.

"AHA! EASY!” Tails smiled to himself, making his way down to pick up his now infant brother. "Sonic, what'd you do this ti-oh.”

This was an odd baby. It had red eyes instead of green, and a fang visible even when its mouth was closed. The hoglet glared at him, soon hissing, and causing the fox to drop it into some nearby bushes without another word.

“…Okay, no Sonic. But vampire baby that looks like Sonic? Yeah. Yeah that makes sense. Of course. Alright.”

——————————————

“Ohhhhh no, I’m not getting near one of them things again,” Sticks huffed. “Something’s going on with this place, and it’s making everyone turn small. I was prepared for the baby apocalypse.”

Without another word, she kicked a pile of leaves off the ground and into other directions, revealing a sort of circular wooden door, which she then opened and jumped through.

——————————————

”No idea who you are, but alright! Just not my special one. That’s secret. I can’t have anyone knowing what I use for that one.”

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“ITS A REASONABLE CONCERN!! I JUST HAVEN’T FOUND MY WAY AROUND IT YET!!”

“…The others???”

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“BUT THEY’RE SALTY!!” Knuckles exclaimed. “And this one tastes like sour candy! Kinda big, though. Really green and shiny!! I wonder why someone would just leave it laying around?”

——————————————

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” Metal Sonic complained. “Not cool…now everything hurts. Hey, I can say other words now. That shock must’ve done something…WOOOOP. WawawawawawaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA. BBBBBBBBBBBBWAP. Haha. Talking is cool.”

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”I swear to Chaos one day I’m going to build myself a boat made for one and only one and get off this island…Maria here I come…this is getting more and more ridiculous by the second and I just cannot put up with any more of anyone’s-“

”HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! Thank you so very much! I will be sure to treasure these! Do you want any, Shadow?”

“….Take a good look at your food, Tikal.”

“Eh? What do you mean, silly? I already know that they’re…ohhhh….ghost fries…well that’s a bit of a downer!”

“As is my life.”

[cowbaehawyee]

Ok so I just started playing republic commando right.

Loving it so far. Great soundtrack, fun gameplay.

But the VOICE LINES!!!

So I’m still in the first level, right, geonosis. I’ve never actually played a shooter before, so I’m kinda sucking, but thats why easy mode exists, yknow. A group of the B1 battle droids appear, and we start going to town on them. Me specifically, I go after one specific droid and target him while the rest of the squad (sev, scorch, and fixer for those who haven’t played) goes after the rest. Now this is all fine and dandy, but it took me like, a DOZEN shots to take this droid down. Mind you, it takes ONE to kill them, so you can start to get an idea of just how good I am at this game. Not very much, but like I said, I thought I was doing JUST FINE for a beginner and I was proud of myself for getting one of my first kills.

So tell me why scorch’s INSUBORDINATE ASS turns around and says to me, “Your marksmanship is an inspiration to us all, sir.”

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUTTA ME???

I almost turned around and shot his ass for that!! Friendly fire was on!!! I probably would’ve done it, if i didn’t think I’d miss that too!!!!!

The entire level, they’re all just roasting the fuck out of me, like….

Scorch: “can you die later sir? Now’s just not a good time.”

Fixer: “Your leadership fails to inspire, sir.”

I am your officer!!!! Just because you said “sir” at the end doesn’t mean that out-of-pocket shit you just said becomes respectful!! I am literally offended, both on behalf of myself and my sorry skills at gaming, and on behalf of Boss who has to put up with this shit.

Like ohhhh, your numbers are 07, 40, and 62?? Well that’s just so funny because that’s the amount of credits I’m going to get when I sell you!!!!!!!!!

[darksideconal2556]

Kratos In The Helluvaverse E2: A god among the demons.

the events from the extermination day have transpired since Kratos’s arrival, and now he has met with the Radio Demon Alastor and is heading off to the Hazbin Hotel.

Alastor: well here we are, you know I still think you might like here Kratos:

Kratos: it is only for me to stay for a while Alastor

They walk inside

Angel Dust: oh come on kitty you know ya wanna- (notices Kratos) well well so you’re the one so killed Val. I must say congrats man, but also I think you deserve a reward

Kratos: whatever that might be I am not interested.

Angel Dust: you sure baby, cuz you never what four arms can do for you.

Kratos: I told you! I am not interested! Now leave or you may end up like Valentino.

Angel Dust: alright alright it’s loss though.

Alastor: well now that he’s out of the way let me go grab someone, in the meantime just simply chat and chill.

Husker: hey big guy, wanna drink or something?

Kratos: hmm, fine.

Husker: alright what will it be?

Kratos: lemnian wine.

Husker: really? You must be Greek (makes drink) here you go

Kratos: (drinks the whole thing in one go)

Husker: damn you chugged down the whole thing. Where ya from by the way?

Kratos: I am from Sparta.

Husker: yep definitely Greek.

[Lucifer runs through the door]

Lucifer: Charlie?!? Are you here? (Sees Kratos) so there are you. The ghost of Sparta himself, Kratos.

Kratos: you know of me?

Lucifer: of course, the seven sins and I know of your story Spartan, why are you here in the first place?

Kratos: I did not come here by choice, I was pulled here by a portal.

Lucifer: hmm, very odd and interesting but do you intend on destroying Hell Kratos?

Kratos: I do not seek to destroy this Hell, only Zeus.

Lucifer: and how do you plan to kill him this time Kratos?

Kratos: by retrieving Pandora’s box and using the power to kill a god, the same one I used to destroy Ares.

Lucifer: hmm, if you say is true Kratos, you have my trust for now. You aren’t really supposed to be here so I highly suggest you find your back to your time. I would start by seeking Stolas. He knows a lot more of stuff than I do and or if you can ask his Imp friends. Also take this weapon Kratos and use it to defeat your enemies.

[you have gained the sword of Lucifer]

Lucifer: that’s all I offer you for now, good luck Spartan.

Nifty: ohhhh is this a new bad boy? (Chuckles)

Kratos: why is this a small cyclops here?

Husker: oh that’s nifty, she’s completely harmless plus she cleans a lot.

Nifty: say you’ve got blood on the gold shoulder thing, here let me clean that. (Cleans very quickly) all done.

Alastor: haha, I see you already met Nifty but anyway, Kratos meet Charlie the Princess of Hell.

Charlie: hello Kratos, it’s nice to meet you.

Kratos: you are the princess of hell?

Charlie: yes

Kratos: then who is the king of hell?

Charlie: oh that would be Lucifer. He’s my dad.

Kratos: wait, does your father have an odd looking helmet?

Charlie: what? Ohh you mean a hat, yea he does.

Kratos: he was just here a couple of minutes ago. He appeared knew who I was. But do you know of me?

Charlie: no, I have never heard of you before until now.

Kratos: then tell me Charlie, what is this place supposed to be?

Charlie: well it’s a place for sinners to be redeemed and to get them into heaven. But we haven’t been so lucky.

Kratos: you are trying to achieve the impossible.

Charlie: yea, but also anyone is welcome to stay for as long as they want, you gonna stay for a bit right?

Kratos: until tomorrow yes, but for now I must rest.

Charlie: and Kratos one more thing, will you be rehabilitating with us?

Kratos: I will think about that.

Alastor: well that went quite well, Charlie my dear you seem pretty concerned about our new guest.

Charlie: yes but I get the feeling that something is very wrong with him. Like something terrible happened.

Vaggie: if that’s the case then we should be careful.

Charlie: I know Vaggie, but I know there’s good in him. A small chance of hope is all it takes after all.

as Kratos went off to rest he was still haunted by the memories of his past and the current events that happened hours ago.

[inside Kratos’s mind]

Zeus: Athena is dead! Because of the rage that consumed you Kratos! What more will you destroy?!

Hades: and I have not forgotten that is you who butchered my beautiful queen!

Helios: I have not forgotten the debt I owe you. (Coughs blood) save me now, as you once saved me from Atlas.

Hermes: Kratos is on a fool’s errand. Again

Hercules: a fierce warrior!, a killer made hero!, a man made a god!

Cronos: the murder of Gaia enters my tomb?!

Ares: I was trying to make you a great warrior!

Deimos: brother?

Kratos: Deimos?

Deimos: brother it’s me, they’re coming for me brother you have to find me.

Kratos: who? Who is after you Deimos?

Deimos: I don’t have time, but you must find me in env- (screams)

Kratos: Deimos?!? Deimos what’s happening?!??!? Deimos?!!?! (Hears a mechanical breathing sound) what are you?

Mysterious figure: (chuckles) you will out soon enough, Kratos.

The next morning Kratos went to talk with Charlie.

Kratos: Charlie, your father mentioned of a man named Stolas and also his imp friend do you know of where they are?

Charlie: oh yes, I know Stolas he’s all the way in Imp city. But you’ll have to take a train to get there.

Kratos: What is a train?

Alastor: hahaha, perhaps I shall take you there.

Charlie: oh and Kratos one more thing (gives him a stone)

Kratos: what is this?

Charlie: it’s some kind of teleport crystal thing. My dad gave to me a while. Now if you need to get a bad situation, hit the stone on the ground and it will take you right back to the hotel.

Kratos: thank you Charlie and farewell.

Charlie: good luck and I hope we see each other again.

Kratos and Alastor arrived at the station .

Kratos: so this train is a powered horse?

Alastor: um yes you could say that. You know something this reminds of a time where I met a human and made a deal with him on this station.

Kratos: you met a mortal before I was here?

Alastor: yes but that’s a story for another day, you best get on your train Spartan.

Kratos: farewell Alastor

Alastor: we will soon meet again ghost of Sparta.

With his time done in pentagram city, Kratos now take a ride on an old blue E2 train model all the way to Imp city.

An hour later Kratos had final made it to Imp city.

Kratos: hmm, (notices a building with horns on the side)

Kratos enters the I.M.P. Building.

Kratos: no one is here.

Bltizø: in this office.

Kratos enters blitzø’s office.

Bltizø: Hi Bltiz the O is silent and- oh hang on you’re that red tattoo guy.

Kratos: you have heard of me?

Blitzø: yea you’re like all over social media and the news.

Kratos: hmm, Blitz I seek a man named stolas do you know of him?

Bltizø: yea I know him, he lets me borrow his grimoire so I can do my job. And our job is basically going to the human world and assassinating our targets, but my employees aren’t here right now cuz they more important stuff to do.

Kratos: can this grimoire open portals to different timelines?

Blitzø: um not sure but you can ask stolas.

Kratos: then we should go to talk to him.

Bltizø: wait you just want to go talk him right away?

Kratos: do you see any other choice here?

Blitzø: well no but it’s better not being a lazy ass but hell let’s go, also what’s your name by the way?

Kratos: I am Kratos

Bltizø: Kratos Kratos got it. Can I call you kra?

Kratos: no.

Bltizø: ha! That was worth it

And so Krtaos and Bltizø now make their way to Stolas’s home. But I have a feeling that someone in background is planning something big.

Mysterious figure: all of hell has no idea what I’m planning for.

God: you mean what we are planning for right?

Mysterious figure: of course, do you have Satan’s form?

God: yes (menacing laughter) oh Ghost of Sparta we are coming for you.

End of E2

[girlcaelius]

hello!! I am that anon from the water ask! (also the same anon who wanted to burrow into the ground, actually!) (sorry in advance for all the links by the way…! i cannot send images through anon orz)

I personally haven’t done a lot of reading on whatever happened to the Mausoleum and its ashes in the later centuries, but from what I’ve seen, the main theory (though only a theory….) is destruction by the Visigoths…unfortunately no one (I’ve read) seems to have a super clear idea of what happened! Mostly due to an absence of concrete evidence (But if I come across anything more solid in future I will send it your way!)

OH that bit from Suetonius! Even before looking it up I was guessing whether it would be the Sunbathing Baby anecdote haha…..and ashfjfkl your sun-moon idea of the statues in the Pantheon is brilliant…

On the Pantheon, I also think it’s really interesting that it was built right opposite the Mausoleum of Augustus….(on one hand there is definitely the imperial image-making component but)…there is some sort of connection to be made (in Vibes *waves hands around due to lack of words*) between the invitation to enshrine someone in the heavens, and the material/mortal assurance of setting someone’s ashes in a place to rest for eternity (perhaps?) next to where you’ll be in future…

[Model of the Pantheon and Mausoleum positions: https://www.researchgate.net/figure/Model-depicting-Campus-Martius-with-the-Mausoleum-of-Augustus-at-the-far-end-Pantheon-in_fig8_327437132 , Model depicting Campus Martius with the Mausoleum of Augustus at the far end, Pantheon in the foreground and the Horologium and Ara Pacis in the middle.]

OHhHh the aqua virgo panel,,!! I love them so much….him in action….

Not very related but here are two other (less ancient) non-water related agrippas for your viewing pleasure…

https://images.app.goo.gl/mPhV1nK4iTf4xjaj8

This is from the facade of Gürzenich in Cologne! Made in the medieval period and thus looking very…medieval…as well

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rathausturm_K%C3%B6ln_-_Marcus_Vipsanius_Agrippa_-_Augustus-9899.jpg

-> the pair on the outside of the Cologne City Hall!

(Glad to hear that you enjoyed the article btw!)

OH YOURE SO RIGHT. ENSHRINING IN THE HEAVENS AND LAYING TO REST FOR ETERNITY. i cant put it into words properly either but. something something memory and genius and legacy. you protected me while you were alive and now i will protect what remains of you in death OR i will assure you will continue to defend me even after the end and you are not allowed to leave my side. idk.

thank you for the agrippas! (agrippas? agrippae? agrippi?) the cologne city hall ones are so silly...... they are just standing there......... the medieval one is cool as shit also. agrippa in full armour!!!! unstoppable (more than he already was, anyway-)

yesyes the article was awesome!! in exchange i offer this one, which i have been thinking about a lot. he was pliny's blorbo... (it also talks about his 'excessive servitude' to augustus - i've seen that phrase translated a lot of different ways but excessive servitude is. yyheah. yeah. owie.)

[pampergirl1]

Kelsi the diaper…

Come on little one. It’s okay , ms Ana here to take care of that for you…. What’s the matter Sarah, I know, I know. It’s no need to cry that’s what that safe, soft and secure diaper is for… come on up , let’s get those dirty diapers off, yeah, yeah it’s okay..

ms Ana untapped Sarah poopy diaper that she made in front of the class. She untapped, wiped, and powdered then re diapered. Ms Ana changes diapers so quick. There were only two kids who were still in diapers in our college class room.

“wow, what a baby Sarah ! Hahaha”! Said kelsi. She laughed at Sarah and continued to make jokes with the other college students. “Well ms Ana has a big ole diaper wipes for Sarah “! Leo said…. “Hush, and leave Sarah alone and Monica”. “You all know they need diapers and I have a completely well functioning diaper change station for our little ones”. “ms Ana, why can’t she control herself, let her poop herself and let her stay in it, maybe this will keep her from pooping like a helpless infant”. Kelsi stated. “Hahaha” the class laughed. “Stop it, stop it now”! “The next person messes with the babies are going to pay”! “Sptttt, leo you got it”?! “Yeah I brought it”! The two went up behind Sarah and Monica and poured the squishy banana concoction down the back of their diapers. Followed up with burning hot coffee. “Aheeeeeeeee, aheeeeeeeee”!!!! “Help, ms Ana help “!!!! “what it the world is going on”!???!!!!!

she walked back to the class where the playpen was set up for two while they learned. “Help us, my bottom burns”! “Ohhhh my sweet things, my poor babies, ms Anna will get you all cleaned up Otay, you’ll be fine”. “I’ve just gotta get something and then I’ll make sure you both are cleaned up and safe”!

Ms Anna stood up from having undoing the girls diapers, and folding them up, leaving them naked and exposed on their changing mats.

“who did this”? Ms Ana said in a very serious and upset tone…. “WHO, DID, THIS”!????????

“haha man it was just a joke ms Anna, okay we’re done. I just wanted to play with them”! “Game over for you and I know you had help, both you and Leo to the front now”! “Man, why we always get in trouble”.? Kelsi said… “oh no you haven’t seen trouble”!

“okay class get a good look at these scum bags, who go around messing with the hopeless, and helpless .

“ms Anna ain’t gone do nothing she’s too scared, plus my mom will come up if needed” . “Great then I’ll have two! “ “you have messed around and played for too long and I’m sick of you, you will now pay and in the worst most disgusting way know to human kind”.

“Ms Anna I barely did anything, I just poured a little coffee in their diapers, I wanted to make them brown”. Leo said.

“yes and now Leo, you’ll be having something pored into you”!.

“class get a good look at what happens when you mess with any of the babies who come into this class.