#sorry too lazy to write an english version

[third-degree-clown-murder]

TRANSLATION: fumem maconha = smoke weed

[dollfacefantasy]

Heyyy doll! Could you possibly write about frank castle with a reader who is really into praise and stuff, but frankie starts to do like the degradation stuff in bed and she starts getting upset? sorry if this is confusing english isnt my first language!!

MISFIRE ♡

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: you and frank fit together like you were made for it. but sometimes even the two of you have miscommunications.

cw: nsfw (18+), p in v, praise/degradation, hurt/comfort-ish, age gap (reader in 20s)

a/n: no worries bb, thank you for the frank request <33

Usually, you and Frank were pretty good at reading each other. You seldom needed words to understand what the other was thinking, which was good for you since Frank didn't say more than a handful of sentences on his chatty days.

But most of the time, looking in his eyes was enough. You knew when he wanted you to take care of him but felt too proud to ask. You could tell when he'd rather you give him some space for the next hour. And the same went for you. One glance at you told him if you wanted to be babied or you just needed him to listen while you talk his ear off about people who annoyed you in your classes.

Like all couples though, you sometimes had your misfires. Times where one of you did something that accomplished nothing but pissing the other off. He learned pretty early on in the relationship that teasing you when you were on your period was off limits while you found out you shouldn't try to scare him as a joke unless you seriously wanted a gun shoved in your face.

They didn't happen too often, but he was now realizing that tonight was one of those instances.

He came home late from a pretty rough night. Bruises littered his body. Cuts, scrapes, and dried blood marked up his face. When he'd trudged through the entryway of your apartment, he was relieved to find you already fast asleep in bed. Had you been awake he could only imagine the worried look that would have taken over your features.

Instead, you remained fast asleep in your bed as he unlaced his boots and shed his clothes. He came over and planted a kiss against your temple before heading off to shower. The water washed away the remnants of the night speckled across him while the steam loosened up his muscles. He relaxed a bit, letting the adrenaline fade away and drain from his system just like the bloody stream of water was on the floor of your tub.

When he finished, he dried off, got dressed, went about the usual routine. He knew he should join you in the bed, but part of him still felt wound up. There was still the lingering anger that came with his nocturnal activities. The rage pricked at him even after the action was over, reminding him that it wasn't gone just because some of the people responsible were.

He tried swallowing it down, pretending it wasn't there so he could get some rest. But when he came back into the bedroom you had woken up. You were facing the bathroom door, your eyes sleepy and open only a crack. Just enough for him to tell you were watching him.

Looking back, he doesn't know what he was thinking. You were obviously gonna be too tired for anything more than some lazy thrusts and sloppy making out. But the version of him from twenty minutes ago hadn't put that together.

You made grabby hands at him, signaling you wanted him close. "Hi," your sleepy voice said before a yawn interrupted you.

"Hey, baby," he rumbled as he approached the edge of the mattress. The neediness radiating off of you had him half-hard already.

He crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you before ducking down for some kisses. His lips were rough against yours, his movements much more demanding than they should have been. You let out a little noise of surprise, but it went ignored for the most part.

In all honesty, he thought you were ok with it. Your hands found his shoulders like they always did. They trailed down his biceps and squeezed the muscles. Your mouth met every kiss.

He tugged your top up to get at your panties. His fingers hooked beneath the waistband, tearing them away without a second thought. He didn't do much prep work for you. He swirled the rough pads of his fingers against your delicate little bud and figured that was all he needed. You never had a problem getting wet for him, and from the feel of it, that was still true tonight.

"You been missing me, huh?" he breathed against your mouth between kisses.

"I always do," you mumbled.

"That's my girl. Cute little pussy always ready for me to use," he said.

He should've known right then because normally a line like that would have had you rolling your hips up for more. But you didn't really respond this time around. Just pulled him into some more kisses.

He wasn't too interested in kissing though. Instead, he moved his mouth down to your neck. He nipped at the skin and scraped it with his teeth before trying to suck little marks onto the area. His hands shoved his boxers down to get at his already stiffening cock.

After giving it a few tugs, he yanked you closer and pushed your legs open nice and wide. He dragged the tip of his shaft through your slick a few times before sliding in, bottoming out in one go.

You whimpered at the stretch. You'd taken Frank so many times by this point, but he was thick. It took a little adjusting every go. He didn't really give you that tonight though.

He lowered his head to the crook of your neck and began fucking himself into your cunt. Your eyes fluttered, your breath hitching at the rough slaps of his pelvis against your thighs.

It still felt good. Every stroke brushed a pleasure spot inside you, causing you to squirm. Little whines slipped from your mouth into the darkness of the bedroom.

"That feel nice?" he grunted, slamming into you harder.

You sucked in a breath and nodded. His hand came up to cup your jaw. He squeezed it, digging his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks as a point of leverage.

It didn't hurt, but it kind of ached. The tight grip didn't cause sharp pain. You just felt like there would be a dull throb when he let go. Shaking your head a little bit, you tried to brush his fingers off, but he just jerked your head still before moving his mouth closer to your ear.

"Yeah, you just lay there and take it. Lemme do all the work like always. Fuck that slutty little pussy like she needs. Taking you for what you're good for," he muttered.

It was meaningless dirty talk, and you knew that. But something about tonight had you extra sensitive. Maybe it was the fact that you just woke up, maybe it was because you had a long day today. You just were starting to feel less good as the seconds ticked on.

"My little whore," he continued, "Takes it however I tell her to. Like a little doll for me."

He just kept thrusting harder and harder, chipping away at your will with each motion. You knew it wasn't like he was saying anything that bad. He'd said much worse before and got you off to it. It's just that when you're not in the mood for this kind of stuff, it hits in the wrong way. It feels uncomfortable and awkward, and the intense physicality of the experience exacerbates it.

Everything felt icky in the moment. Suddenly the way his head was slotted against your neck didn't feel extra close. It only made you notice how he wasn't looking into your eyes. The way he was grabbing you didn't seem so sexy. It just felt needlessly harsh and uncomfortable.

He kept thrusting, but he felt you tense up a little. At first he thought maybe something hurt. His hips began to slow, but before he could ask the question, he heard a whimper. Not the kind that bordered on being a moan. The cracked kind that came out as the last barrier before tears.

Then his hips came to a screeching halt against your center. He lifted his head from your throat and loosened his grip on your face. Pulling back to look at you, he saw the shine of tears in your eyes and the slight quiver in your lip.

"Hey..." he started softly, "Hey baby. You ok?"

He looked down at you with concerned confusion which just made you feel worse. God this was stupid.

"Y-yeah," you stammered.

His brows furrowed with worry, not convinced by your answer. The rage from earlier was abating now, replaced primarily by guilt.

"You sure?" he checked, "You can say no if that's the answer."

You sniffled and shook your head. Your hands landed on each of his cheeks and pulled his head down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I'm ok... it was just... it was too much for right now," you explained.

His chest ached at the idea that you'd been feeling uncomfortable with any of what he did, but the fact that you weren't breaking down was a good sign. You were never the best at controlling your emotions, so if something worse was wrong, he doubted you'd be able to hide it.

He could tell you didn't want this to turn into a big thing, so he tried to give you that. It wasn't like he was in the mood for some huge emotional blow out either. His hips inched back before pushing into you a little.

"Was I being too rough on my baby?" he asked.

"A little," you said.

He nodded, kissing one of your cheeks and then the other. He nuzzled your skin while slowly beginning to move his lower half again. This time around he was much more conscious of his speed. He worked with more care, still pleasuring both of you but being gentle about it.

"I'm sorry, sweet girl," he said, kissing your lips with all the love he could muster. He never would have thought himself capable of pivoting so quickly from rough and hard to slow and easy, but when it came to you, it wasn't even a difficult thing.

"I'm sorry too. I know-" you started.

"Hey, hey, none of that," he chided, his voice husky, "You're good for being honest, yeah? I'm always telling you not to be shy with me. If it's too much for you, it's too much."

"I know, I just didn't wanna make it weird cause I feel all sensitive tonight," you said.

A soft moan drifted from your lips after that as his cock continued sliding in and out of you. You hooked your arms around his back, keeping him close.

"You didn't make anything weird. You get too trapped in your own head sometimes," he said, "I'm just tense after work, y'know. But it's not your job to put up with that. If you want it soft and slow, then that's what you're gonna get."

"Thanks," you whimpered. You kissed at his neck next, trying to reciprocate the love he was giving you.

"It's nothing, honey. I always wanna take care of you. Never wanna hurt you," he murmured.

He allowed his eyes to shut for a few moments so he could get lost in the pleasure of your cunt squeezing around him. It was only for a couple seconds though. Then his gaze was back on you.

His hand returned to your face with a much more gentle touch. With a few fingers on your chin, he guided you to look at him again.

"Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes," he whispered.

You obliged the request, staring into the eyes of the man you loved so much.

"That's my girl," he praised, planting another kiss on your lips, "My perfect pretty girl."

Those words settled you completely. You didn't feel anymore discomfort from before. You relaxed into the pleasure of now, letting yourself melt away beneath him.

It didn't take either one of you too long after that to cum. Your soft little whimpers and sighs brought him to the edge while his eyes on your face and caring hands rubbing your sides got you there.

In the afterglow, he'd normally just lay there with you pressed to his side, but tonight he sat up and dragged you into his lap. He cradled your body against his chest, keeping you nice and close.

He rocked you back and forth, his large palm rubbing up and down your back.

"You ok now?" he whispered.

You nodded against his chest. "It was still good for you, right?" you asked and looked up at him from where your face was squished against his chest.

He scoffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes. "Course it was. I was with you, wasn't I?" he said.

You smiled and nodded. You knew the answer was gonna be something along those lines, but you liked hearing it. Leaning up, you gave him a quick kiss before sinking back into bed and tugging on him to cuddle. He followed and raised his arm for you to slide under.

"Tomorrow if I feel better I'll let you fuck me for real," you sighed as you got comfy against his chest.

"Oh will you?" he said with mild amusement, "For someone feeling so sensitive, you still got quite the mouth on you."

"It's just the truth," you yawned.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get some rest, alright? We can deal with how you're feeling tomorrow, tomorrow" he hushed you with a loving roll of his eyes.

He kissed your forehead and watched as you nodded and quieted down to allow yourself to fall back asleep like you had been before he got home.

[depressopax]

Dating Berlin headcanons

Fandom - La casa de papel/Money Heist

NSFW version

SFW version can be found here

Pairing: Andrés de Fonollosa x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Semi-public, oral, cuss words, degradation, penetration Words: 1.2K Summary: Dating Berlin/Andrés would include…  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! AO3 link soon

Andrés is a switch… You can’t change my mind

He loves being on top of you, making you beg for him and his cock

…But he also loves being under you, letting you have your way with him while he submits to all of your wishes.

It totally depends on what you like in bed

And what mood he’s in. 

He has much stamina and a high sex drive, but sometimes he just likes being lazy, letting you take control while he lays down.

Basically a bit of a “pillow princess” lmao

When he’s being submissive, you’re all his.

He appreciates you being loving, of course

But he also gets turned on by you being rough, with degradation/insults and moving in a fast pace

Fuck it, he gets turned on by you choking him and “light” slaps on his face.

As long as you don’t leave big marks on his skin, he doesn’t mind. 

When he’s in control, he has two moods: - Passionate and slow - Fast and rough - No in between, usually.

He loves seeing you all helpless underneath him, making you a moaning, whimpering mess with his hard thrusts and fast pace

Just slutting you tf out

Heads up - if you ask him to be rough, homeboy will NOT hold back.

Seriously, when he says: “I’ll fuck you so you can’t walk straight” He means it. 

But of course he also loves to show his love to you with slow, passionate love-making sessions, so he calls them. 

Long strokes, lots of praise and kisses

Sex with Andrés means a lot of foreplay and some damn good aftercare.

He likes to really prepare you before penetrating you.

…Which you probably need. He is bigger than other men.

Which he brags about. ;)

He could (and probably will) tease you for hours.

Foreplay with him is usually cheesy. 

He lights candles, gives you massages, kisses you and rubs you in oils 

He knows what he does with both his hands/fingers and mouth 👀

He takes lot of time to make sure you’re ready

He wants you to beg for his cock before he gives it to you.

He uses condoms, but only if you ask him too.

Otherwise, he probably “forgets”

But sometimes he simply skips the foreplay and goes straight to action.

Usually this is when he’s frustrated, angry or really excited to see you (after being away from you etc)

Where he takes you doesn’t matter

He’ll bend you over anything, at any time, thrusting his cock into you whilst whispering praise

Or while ranting about why he’s in a bad mood - using sex as “therapy”.

When he’s in the mood, he’s a needy/clingy bitch

Sorry not sorry lol

Kissing your neck, playfully spanking your ass… You name it.

Doesn’t matter if you’re around people, he will not hesitate to tell you just how horny he is.

He doesn’t hide his boner from you, either.

Stands behind you, his clothed erection against your ass

You think he’s being annoying? “Do something about it” He’ll murmur with a big ass grin

Won’t stop until he gets to fuck you

OR until YOU fuck him.

He likes riling you up, getting you a bit mad only so you’ll be aggressive with him in bed.

During sex, he is either very serious, but can also crack a joke or two.

He tries to be “funny” especially if you are nervous during sex etc.

Your comfort is his top priority.

Lot of reassurance and questions “You ok?” “Does that feel good, mi amor?” “We’ll stop if you want to.”

He also praises you a lot “Fuck… Taking my cock so well.” “You’re so beautiful. So damn perfect”

When it comes to oral, Andrés doesn’t really have a preference either.

Like I said, this man is a switch.

It’s pretty easy to make him submit to you

Definitely will get on his knees if you ask him too - ready to please your needs

He likes squeezing your thighs, slapping your ass or stroking your stomach and chest when his lips/tongue works down there.

When he gives you oral, he’s very passionate and teasing

But if he’s really turned on tho - he’s messy. 

Sloppy oral sex where he uses a bit too much tongue- (I’m sorry 😭)

He could - probably would too - spend hours between your legs, tasting you

…Talks a bit too much “I could spend hours between your legs” “You taste so sweet, mi amor.” “That’s it… Lay back down and let me take care of you.”

Hot, but sometimes annoying lmao

When he’s the one receiving it? Lord have mercy-

Berlin tries to be nice and wants you to feel comfortable.

But how can he not push your head a bit?

If he feels mean, he pushes his hips up, making you gag on his cock.

He likes hearing you choke on him, and the tears in your eyes is a turn-on.

He likes finishing down your throat, holding your head still and basically fuck your face

But if YOU take charge - he’ll lay back down and let you control everything

Just tell him to “Be still”/”Don’t fucking move” and he’ll obey like a good boy <3

This is also one of the times when he’ll whimper and beg for you.

He thinks you’re so damn good at blowjobs, and legit begs for them all the time.

He’s extra sensitive when your mouth is around his member, and making him whimper and moan is easy peasy. 

He’s very rewarding after you give him heads, too.

Andrés is a bit of a kinky mf.

He def has some kind of daddy kink, wanting you to call him “daddy” in bed.

Honestly? He wouldn’t mind calling you mommy/daddy in bed too (if you’re into that lmao) - or he will do so just to tease you

He’s into light BDSM, and owns some nice pairs of blindfolds, ropes/handcuffs, a gag and some whips- 

The scene where he was tied up? Homeboy enjoyed that a bit too much Iykwim ;)

Sorry, but Andrés is definitely into cockwarming 👀

After finishing, he usually doesn’t pull out but instead keeps his softening member inside of you.

If you are into that too, he suggests for you to cockwarm him during nights.

He just loves being inside of you

When it comes to aftercare, he loves it.

Running you a hot bath, giving massages etc.

He is not the guy that asks for aftercare from you, but he does appreciate you taking care of him after you’ve topped him.

He likes to cuddle you 

Also likes having late night conversations with you, talking about dreams and the future, or just random bullshit.

He is very affectionate afterwards.

He loves and cherishes you and always tries showing it to you.

But after sex he is extra loving, which you can tell by the way he looks into your eyes

Or his smile.

To summarize… This man appreciates you no matter what and doesn’t care if he’s over or under you. He is a very passionate man and loves sex with you.

Did I just spend like 2h straight on writing a very detailed Berlin smut? Yep. No regrets 😭

[frenziedslashers]

I hope I'm doing this write😅. Feel free to ignore this btw. Younger Michael and reader. Platonic obviously. Reader is either an adult just an older teen. She is in a basic costume like ears (bunny) and casual clothes when she went up to Micheal and his bullies and hit one on his head. That one bully is her little brother who she was told to take trick or treating and she lost him. She found him and all that. She then started to become an older sister to Micheal. Feel free to ignore this:)

I love this idea tbh!! As an older sibling myself, I'm also just biased with protective older sibling tropes lol. Sorry this is lazy asf. I'm just writing to wind down before bed and this seemed like fun.

This is all solely platonic. Hinted at a fem!reader, I tried to keep it vague. Michael is still a psycho killer lol

- I really do believe Michael would seek a lot of comfort in you. You're the only person who's ever stood up for him. Like ever. (Besides his mom, depending on the version of him we're talking about)

- He'd bring you gifts. Whether it be dead animals; trinkets he crafts (masks, wood tied together, drawings, etc.); or even jewelry he stole from the preppy girls. When they weren't watching their lockers, while they were in cheer practice. He wanted to repay your kindness.

- I do think there would be jealousy towards your brother. He'd wish he were your real brother. Fantasize about killing the boy. He'd put off on that wish for a while. As long as you kept your brother from being mean again. He guessed he could tolerate him.

- He'd stand up for you at any given chance, too. Even if he wasn't able to do anything in the moment. He'd find a way. The English teacher being a creep? Killed in a freak accident on his way home. Your boyfriend broke your heart? Newspapers say they'd never seen such a gruesome stabbing. They couldn't even count the stabs left.

- Michael never had anyone show such care and nurture for him. After years, he'd grow more of an infatuation. You'd probably become his Laurie. It'd get to a point where he couldn't share you with anyone, even if they treated you kindly. You couldn't leave for college. Leave? Why would you want to leave him?

- His infatuation would surpass love. He'd kill you to have you all to himself if that'd what it meant.

[rainbow-journalist]

Hello again! It's me, the anon who cooked a lot ahaha. Thank you very much for your answer, I liked your drawings. In your performance, this trio looks cute and silly. >:З

During this day I have come up with a few more ideas and questions to discuss about this chaotic trio. Let's go!

First, what if they have a conflict? How will they resolve it? I think Zero demanded a fight in XB, Makoto would just want to fight if the negotiations don't go well and Yuma would cowardly stay on the sidelines.(And it's a reasonable choice, because who in their right mind would want to fight an evil tech genius with 2 giant robotic arms?) As a last resort, Yuma will join Makoto and fight Zero.

Second, what if Zero wants to know where these two came from? Maybe he'll even give them mini tours of his captured cities to show off his power, lol. Meanwhile, Makoto and Yuma DEFINITELY DON'T WANT to show Zero Kanai Ward, because anything can be expected from this two-faced gremlin. And if he finds out the secret of this city, then oh...he will joke about it for a long time.

Third, what would their cute mini versions look like? Zero is a mini dog(?), Makoto would most likely be a Ama-Pal with his mask and Yuma would be a purple spirit like Shinigami, but with his own hat. Remember the main cast's reaction to the Zero in his second form? Add even more shock if they see the trio like that.

Lastly, I think Makoto and Zero will not be friends, but rivals. These guys are geniuses in technology, so they will definitely try to show themselves in the best light.

P.S Yuma and Yo will definitely get along, both poor guys with amnesia who were sucked into this crazy world.

That's all for now, but I'll write to you again if I have any more ideas in my head. Bye!

I really loved your ideas, I'm sorry I couldn't make proper drawings or a comic to explore this, I could also try to make fanfic, but my English is bad and the characters will be OOC.

The only thing I can do is just mere poorly made sketches for graphic representation.

I swear I didn't know Zero could turn into a stupid mini dog, I just want to kick him for being so silly and cute in that form, even though he's chaotic, lol. I really agree that Zero and Makoto would clearly be rivals, I would clearly watch a fight between the two and Yuma. ✨

I think you created a very interesting trio, Anon, I'm sorry I didn't make a proper drawing of them and Yo, I'm too lazy at the moment. Drawing them is really fun, thanks for your ideas.

I hope you don't mind if I don't do a complete drawing, I don't know how to draw certain things. ; w ;

Have a nice day! ✨

[alvarutomaroto]

I had nothing to do so I decided to make a version of the infamous Tarantino villain, Calvin Candie in the Blood Meridian universe.. Here I made him a woman just to mess with him (that friend who's too woke)

I don't really know how to put her on the plot, maybe I should think a bit about it (and it's difficult for me since I'm reading the book in English which is not my native language 💔💔), I just know I'll make her WAY more horrible than she's on Django Unchained, because I genuinely thinks she's not more horrible than she is on D.U because its a Tarantino movie who's supposed to be a comedian movie.

Relationship chart, I decided to stop being lazy and actually write a bit of Candie's thoughts.. sorry if there's any errors because I didn't double check it

She has a husband (which is me), THIS SELF INSERT OF MINE IS JUST TO BE FUNNY BUT I AM ACTUALLY PUTTING HIM ON BLOOD MERIDIAN TOO, I'll talk about him later, I need to unfunny him a bit

[flowersforfrancis]

Who's your favourite TSH character and why?? Thank you!

Francis. Why: (A question I believe you’ll regret asking as I’m simply incapable of shutting up. (Skip to the end if you don’t want to read a myriad quotes from a book you’ve obviously already read))

— “Cubitum Eamus” “what?” “Nothing”

— “Does it ever strike you, in a horrible sort of way, how funny this is?”

— “Kind of a Jean Cocteau touch, isn’t it?”

— In reference to Francis: ‘I thought (erroneously) that he dressed like Alfred Douglas, or the Comte de Montesquiou..’

— ‘Francis, stooping to talk to a cat on a doorstep’

— ‘..Francis, in a swish of black cashmere and cigarette smoke’

— ‘I saw Francis Abernathy stalking across the meadow like a black bird, his coat flapping dark and crowlike in the wind’

— ‘he said mockingly’

— “Demigods,” said Francis, laughing. “We could sit on thrones in the town square”

— ‘Though Francis may or may not have been homosexual - and could just as easily have been a really dangerous type of ladies man - he was certainly of that vulpine, well dressed, unflappable sort..’

— ‘The pebbled drive was silver in the moonlight. Francis was standing in the shadows under some trees. When he saw us coming he stepped suddenly onto the lighted path. “Boo,” he said.’

— The country house. Just the country House.

— Francis and Richard’s relationship. I just adore it.

—*Francis cooking*

— “For my bath”

— ‘Francis sat curled in the window seat with a plate of little sandwiches in his lap, reading, in French, the Memoires of the Duc De Saint-Simon…He had gone to several schools in Europe and spoke excellent French, though he pronounced it with the same lazy, snob accent as his English; sometimes I got him to help me with my own own lessons in first-year French, tedious little stories about Marie and Jean-Claude going to tabac, which he read aloud in a languishing, hilarious drawl that sent everyone into hysterics.’

— ‘he was singing, and his high, clear voice, slightly out of key, floated out the kitchen window’

— ‘ “Really,” said Francis, I think I just need an Alka-Seltzer.’

— ‘Francis, Barefoot and still in his bathrobe, stepped over rocks and branches, balancing his glass of ginger ale. Once we got to the lake he waded in, up to his knees, and beckoned dramatically like Saint John the Baptist.’

— “Mother of god”

— ‘To my surprise Francis laughed, a humorless little snort’ 

— ‘Francis, lightning a new cigarette of the end of old one.’

— ‘He held up an imaginary newspaper. “Crazed Hippies Indicted for Rural Thrill-Killing”. “Cult slaying of Old Abe So-and-So” ’

— ‘ “After a minute or two-“ “it was only a few seconds,’ Henry said. “- after a minute..” ’

— “Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not”

— ‘ “you idiot,” he said chuckling. “Did you know your shirt’s on inside out?” ’

— ‘ “Well I know what I’m going to do”, said Francis. He stood up unsteadily and pulled with his forefinger at his collar. Startled I looked up at him and he laughed at my suprise. “I want to sleep,” he said, with a melodramatic roll of his eye, “dormir plutot que vivre!” ’

Anyway, sorry, sorry. I’ll stop before I just write out the entirety of Francis’s lines.

In the end he’s just simply relatable; I too am a queer, anxious, dramatic, admittedly contemptuous, smoker, who makes out with boys (and others) solely because they’re ‘there’ (let’s say this as if it isn’t because I have a habit of destroying/avoiding relationships), who traipses around in elegant black coats, and drinks far too much whisky and red wine. Oh and… I’m also a hypochondriac who despises doctors appointments… And no, this isn’t me saying I’m drawn to Francis because oh, he’s like me. It’s more of a strange idolization of sorts. Of someone who feels like an idyllic version of myself. And so, being the self hating - yet narcissistic - boy that I am, in summary favor Francis.

[bl4pe4r]

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And now. Go for it! I'm sure people will be interested in participating in something like this.) === [RUS] ❗️ОБЪЯВЛЯЮ ОТКРЫТЫМ АСК ПАЙНСОВ И БИЛЛА❗️

С этого момента вы можете задать абсолютно любые вопросы Пайнсам и Биллу из моей АУ, (но желательно [хотя скорее это будет даже не логично] без взаимодействий физически. Например, давать еду персонажам и подобного рода вещи). Также иногда будут появляться коллабы с моим товарищем! Это означает, что вы можете задавать вопросы, касательно не только персонажей, что упомянуты, но и об Мейсоне Шифре (Так мы назвали Альтер. версию Диппера [Летающая сосна, вы всё правильно поняли, {я надеюсь}])..

Ну а теперь.. Дерзайте! Наверняка людям будет интересно поучаствовать в таком) === Sorry, English speakers, I was too lazy to write text on the images in your language( ===

[literallys-illiteracy]

oh hey, thanks! tbh given that i'd already gone down two separate rabbit holes for both the odyssey and der freischütz shortly before magic bullet outis came out, it is genuinely fun just to talk about her. not sure what i'd request for an in-depth writeup, but given that you're really into faust, might i trouble you for your thoughts on the council of fausts, carmen-coded female characters, and the eternal feminine? i have the sliiightest inklings of a possible link along those lines, but it's been a while since i've read faust and i'm currently too deep into fighting fish (reading moby dick) to pick it up again just yet, so your opinion would be invaluable. pls don't feel pressured to do so though! i understand if there'd be too much conjecture in it to do (especially since we're still only getting crumbs abt the council of fausts as is)

also, if you're still looking for english versions of weber's der freischütz, i mostly get by via the 1961 rudolf kempe english production (libretto by edward j. dent) and a subbed version of the 1968 film, both of which can be found on youtube. the one thing i havent found yet is a translation of the original tale though, so you'd definitely know better than i would on that haha

Okay wow ive been procrastinating on this one for a while huh.

At first it was on purpose because of the implications that we would get some more information relating to the Council of Faust in the WARP event, which we did, but after that it was just because I was lazy.

As an additional note, I am currently in the process of reading “Man and His Symbols”, a book about Jungian psychology, which is the lens I personally primarily prefer to view the following concepts on. Following that on my reading list is another of Jung’s books, titled “The Psychology of the Transference”, which I have been told mentions the eternal feminine much more directly, not to mention the bakers dozen journal articles i have saved on the topic — I mention this to state that this is almost certainly not going to be my last essay regarding these topics. I already had the vague idea of connecting Carmen to the archetypes of the collective unconscious, and now I have more material to work with regarding this. Thank you Freischutz anon. - Literally's note

This is going to be the first of at the very least 3 essays on this request, just for you <3, also for my wife Carmen.

Moving on, here we go.

To begin, I want to establish what we already know, or what some reading might not already know, regarding the titular topics of this essay:

The Gesellschaft is the newly canonised name of the “Council of Faust’s” revealed in the WARP event — Gesellchaft is a German word meaning society, or a relationship/community built on non-interpersonal ties and relations.

I do not remember exactly when the theory of the council began, however at the same time I do remember more people mentioning it surrounding N corp Faust, however for reasons I will not discuss, there is reason to believe that she is not part of this society.

Carmen-Coded Characters, alongside the Eternal Feminine, are linked together with the concept of the Jungian archetypes — The Eternal Feminine is the divine, culturally transcendent, ideality of femininity. A Jungian Archetype is a similar concept, first posed by Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, of the universal concepts and images which exist in humanities collective unconscious. A notable and omnipresent archetype is known as the “Anima”, which acts as the internalised, primarily unconscious, feminine traits within a man, the counterpart is known as “Animus”.

Relating back to this concept of psychology (I am so sorry, half of all the essay topics I write about circle back to this topic), the Gesellschaft may act as a literal representation of this eternal feminine, a collective trait shared across mirror worlds, a communal sisterhood of the best traits of each and every Faust.

The council acting as a mass collective, similar to a discord server, of individuals who are independent from one another, may relate back to the Anima and Animus, with the final stage often being described in the image of Sophia, a representation of divine wisdom, which is a major trait present in Geothe’s depiction of the eternal feminine through Helen.

This final manifestation of the Animus is often considered a guide of sorts, acting as a messenger, as the highest level of harmony between the conscious and unconscious mind.

The primary flaw that one may direct to this explanation is in respect to the character of Faust herself, as, as is mentioned above, the Anima and Animus are manifestations of the Feminine in man and the masculine in woman — The argument may be made that the Gesellschaft may act as the Animus, the masculine, rather than the eternal feminine as is the supposed link.

To this I pose that, though you would not be incorrect, the council itself is “Faust” as a whole, acting, in a way, as the conscious mind of the sinner, having, up until recently, been the primary decision maker. Though Faust, the sinner (God this is going to be confusing after a while if I keep writing like this), is a member of the greater “Faust”, she does not act as the primary agent of decisions — Faust, the sinner, and the greater Faust, are both representative of the Feminine in their nature.

I have also seen it posed that our sinner is in fact Gretchen, and hence is why they refer to the knowledge as “Faust’s” knowledge, however I am extremely far from convinced for this.

It is important to note that, while I do attempt to read papers and literature on these kinds of topics, I am still extremely far from an expert in this field — Though I attempt to make sure that I thoroughly understand a topic before writing about it, it is important to note that there is inevitably nuance on this topic which may be overlooked, for that I apologise.

Moving on, there is additionally a link that one may make between the ego (Freudian, not PM), the conscious mind, your “Self” focused on the current moment alongside considerations of the future, and the Gesselschaft, once again placing the greater Faust as the primary ego within Faust’s body.

This can explain the fact that Faust’s base EGO line does not change during the most recent WARP event, the statement “Faust knows all outcomes” is not referring to our Faust but rather the council, the sinner’s primary ego.

It is additionally possible that, through one means or another, it was the council of Faust’s at large which manifested the Representation Emitter EGO, however this is simple conjecture.

This is the first topic that will be discussed in this series of essays, the next will likely be the relation of the ID and the Shadow to Carmen,

also if you dont mind Freischutz anon, it would be helpful if you could elaborate on what you mean by “Carmen Coded” characters, as if you dont, I will assuredly start rambling about half related notes because I am the biggest Carmen simp. - also Literally's note

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Hello once more !

I’m so sorry for what is happening to you and for that I’m beginning this ask by sending you a hug, love and good vibes *send all this* (am too lazy to write again beteen the Astérix, *asterisk* sorry 😅). And to top it all, let me share this cute idea I had with my favourite ship(among all the other cool one your wonderful brain spat out) of yours), Feducia! So I was listening to the song « Je reviendrai vers toi » (the French version of This is Where I Belong) from the movie Spirit the Stallion of the Cimarron and I thought the lyrics were fitting so well for these two whenever Federico was away on mission and was longing to come back to his dearest Lucia.

(Here are the English lyrics so you can actually understand what they say, might be a good idea 😅)

“I hear the wind across the plain

A sound so strong that calls my name

It's wild like the river, it's warm like the sun

Yeah, it's here, this is where I belong

Under the starry skies where eagles have flown

This place is paradise, it's the place I call home

The moon on the mountains

The whisper through the trees

The waves on the water

Let nothing come between this and me

'Cause everything I want is everything that's here

And when we're all together, there's nothing to fear

And wherever I wander, the one thing I've learned

It's to here, I will always, always return”

I can just imagine (let’s pretend that he already briefed the Brotherhood Mentore abt the outcome of his mission, whom (we pretend) Ezio was already trained under so he (Ezio) could then proceed to succeed him and further strengthen/ rebuild the Italian Brotherhood and still become the sexy hoe- I mean legendary assassin- that he is)

And I put /…/ before and after the parts I modified the lyrics so it could fit the narrative and I framed the actual lyrics parts with “”

Ok here we go:

Federico was urging his horse to run faster and faster to get back to Firenze with a single goal in mind – ok maybe he was exaggerating bc he still cared and surveyed not to be caught otherwise the whole point of getting back– (he was getting distracted, focus Federico just focus you’re almost there, *yeah “almost” is a bit of an euphemism no?* Shut up logic.) Nonetheless, it felt as if the very wind was carrying the voice of the one he loved above all and it was “A sound so strong that /called his/ name”, urging him all the more to come back to his home city. When he finally arrived to Firenze, he jumped off his steed mid run (‘cause he is a badass and idc if this is unrealistic), trusting that it would return safely to the right destination, and then proceeded to speed free run (can I even say that?, anyway) and scurrying across the rooftops so he could reach his destination as fast as possible with all the caution he had been drilled to act on as an assassin. He also did so bc he was just hi to do so after the unending (what do you mean dramatic, he would like to let you know that Ezio was dramatic one not him, AND he had a very valid reason to qualify this ride as such) horse ride (‘cause lets face it that boy is fast and we already determined he like to climb around as much as his brother does and I can imagine his physic is leaner than Ezio’s so he could very much pull off a scurrying level of speed lol). He finally reached his goal, and his breath was cut once more, as if he saw her for the first time all over again, for there she stood, bathed in the barest streak of gold painting the horizon announcing the beginning of a new day, his lady love, his world, his Lucia. After a moment of two, he shook himself out of his contemplation, although he knew there would soon be contemplation of a much more thorough kind, he climbed through the window so he could join his home at last. For as much as she was the sun in the horizon, the fairest and wonderful lady no man could ever describe in words of poetry, Lucia was his home. Ot was also at this moment that his fair lady-sun remarked his presence and exclaimed “Oh Federico…You’re home !” (Tell me if you catch the ref here hehehe) and all but leaped into his arms. Later, much later, at night in fact, after aforementioned thorough contemplation, Federico laid there with Lucia cradled and asleep in his warm embrace. The cry of an eagle somewhere above the roof reminding him that “Under the starry skies where eagles have flown

This place is paradise, it's the place he called home

‘Cause everything he wanted is everything that's here

And when we're all together, there's nothing to fear

And wherever /he wandered/, the one thing /he’d/ learned

It's to here, /he/ will always, always return”.

Have a nice rest of the day, I wish you the next to be better (and I hope my newest brick of an ask will please you lol)

All the love,

- Hello Anon

NONNIE.

NONNIE, OMG.

ok, first of all, where are my manners, lemme give you some fresh lemonade and a piece of cake to replenish your energies after writing this BEAUTIFUL ask.

NONNIE.

THIS.

ALL OF THIS, OH MY GODS.

I think I might have rearead something like 15 times before I actually managed to calm myself enough so that I could sit down and PROPERLY WRITE YOU BACK.

THE TEARS I HAD READING THIS.

THE BOUTS OF LAUGHTER AT FEDERICO´S OWN BEHAVIOUR (dear gods, I love and adore that he literally jumped off the horse mid-run. Like, if Lucia were ever to know that he was so reckless JUST BECAUSE he was in a hurry to see her, she would pull his ear, but to me it was giving

Just running and then jump off!!

AND OMG THAT LAST PART YOU WROTE, THE ONE WHERE HE WOULD BE IN BED, CRADLING HIS DARLING ASLEEP LUCIA IN HIS ARMS

JSDGBFHIAMKPODTJIHBJF VMKSOFIGDH

Listen, I have A HUGE THING for drawing lovers asleep in one another's arms (infact I do have a Mephistea one in the making fml),because to me there is NOTHING -like N-O-T-H-I-N-G- more beautiful than being able to sleep soundly in the arms of the person you love and trust the most in world (could be because I often suffer from terrifying vividly dreams that wakes me up with heart just racing, so that's the only way that I can manage to actually get back to sleep lololol but I am digressing) . SO, NOW I NEED TO DRAW A FEDE AND LUCIA ONE, WHERE THEY ARE TOGETHER IN BED FML.

Lemme turn on my tablet just a moment.

Lemme sketch down this.

NONNIE.

YOU HAVE FILLED MY HEART WITH JOY THIS MORNING, AND I THANK YOU KINDLY FOR THIS UNEXPECTED GIFT THAT I FOUND IN MY INBOX.

THANK YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.

This will end up straight straight in my special notebook, where I keep all the sweet things that friends have done for me, and where I keep all that makes me happy <3

TRULY THANK YOU <3

[bitty-bits]

The First and the Last of the Year

And possibly last ever... on Tumblr at least.

Where did I go?

Nowhere in particular... if you've seen my socials all year, that is. This blog/newsletter however, took an extended vacation, not just from a lack of interest (and personal real life stuff getting in the way) but also from a technical standpoint - I really wanted the email newsletter aspect of this to work, but I still couldn't. I was considering using TinyLetter ...until they announced that was shutting down. If I had a nickel for every time a newsletter service shut down out of nowhere I'd have two... you know the rest. And with Tumblr getting worse as the year went by, maintaining this wasn't exactly motivating enough.

That said, it was a less than ideal year for my productivity, inconsistent pace, money issues, the lowest amount of notable dreams to write down on my dream journal to date... you get the idea.

So I can only hope for things to be better. For me to be less lazy... and work not only on stuff I make, but on myself. And I do have a bit of optimism, since a lot has, so let's see a couple of stuff, although everything else you should expect to see in a "rebooted" version of this blog...

Also, Free Palestine!

What I've Been Playing / Watching

So while I haven't fully completed a LOT of things this year, this will be going back to the beginning of the year, essentially, so strap yourselves. (Some of it I'll be grabbing from my media thread that I've made on Twitter as well)

Lucky Star (Finished)

I have posted about Lucky Star in another issue, but I was still in the middle of watching it. Now that I've actually finished watching it (in February) I can say more about it: When it comes to this anime, it was either pretty ahead of its time, or we just have Regressed as a species since then. Maybe the latter.

And sorry folkz, Lucky Star is pro-ship/pro-fic culture and there’s nothing you can do about it. I watched the entire series including the OVA, and while I’m definitely still not sure I’m exactly the "target demographic" what I saw was still very enjoyable. it really just is whatever the fuck and I'm all for it.

At first my kin™ was Konata pretty quickly because of course. That was until Minami showed up and like, she’s basically the weeb version of Ongo Jelly Jamm™!!! I actually can say I got attached to and care about most of the characters, even if just a little.

Like I said in a previous issue, in 2015 I had watched part of an episode of it english dubbed and it didn’t click with me at all. Turns out the dub just sucks as I should’ve expected lol (And I really wasn’t used to segmented "several short stories in one" type anime and stuff to be fair - that and I was dumber too of course so I couldnt properly appreciate the ART........)

My rating is Timotei/10 - and Nichijou is next!

Pizza Tower

Easily the biggest loss for gaming this year was this game not winning "Best Debut Indie" at the Game Awards. Oh well.

I was already highly anticipating this game - having first heard of it when it had a demo at SAGE 2019 I’m glad the game turned out great and is getting the recognition it deserves. I pretty much finished the game in early March. P/10

The Owl House (Finished)

Well... it’s over... for better or worse. I do think they managed to deliver a satisfactory ending all things considered. This was definitely a great cartoon to kick off the new decade.

And of course, fuck Disney as always.

This show got me to break out of, I guess an habit, you could say, or a superstition, or whatever the hell it is, when it came to media with too much ""occultism"" in them. You know the drill. I guess it opened up the little my mind had left that was still a bit closed. Even if it’s mostly involuntary.

But this isn’t even new. As a child I’d actually have an "imaginary friend" that i made (that kinda just Existed, didn’t really "interact" much with them whatsoever cuz i was Dumb™) that their backstory was literally that they were a demon in hell "gone rogue" so they were "not an evil one". Again, I was a kid. I never thought too much about the implications of me thinking about stuff like that already at that age. But it is interesting to think about now.

Anyways, been gay, did witchcraft. ⛥/5

Invader ZIM (Series + Enter The Florpus)

Well I did it. I finally watched the funny hot topic show™ (Finished in late May)

What can I even say about it that hasn’t been already said by everyone else? ...well maybe I have one thing: for some reason I didn’t find That One Episode that people always bring up the MOST disturbing one. I thought the one with a literal character flatlining and Zim being ":)" about it got to me a bit more.

Anyways yeah it’s Cool I liked the characters especially Gaz, and GIR obviously Why Wouldn’t He Be Here. The show can be stupid and end episodes in Whatever The Fuck ways that leave you like "That's it? That's the episode???" but I think that’s one of the unique aspects of it that I Enjoy - also the movie is cool. ☮️>🐔+🍚/10

The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)

So I watched it first when we only had shitty cinema bootleg recordings (that aren’t even that shitty anymore at this point in terms of quality, the Shit comes in the form of godawful intrusive illegal casino ads™ placed.) even though a bit later the raw movie would sometimes be uploaded in full to YouTube with no consequence for days. And at this point I’ve rewatched it plenty of times in proper HD (though only once in English cuz I’ll be honest, the Brazilian dub really is phenomenal really and blows the original "star talent cast" out of the water in my opinion, where it falls short is the voice for Luigi, as I know the dude’s voice too well and he’s just doing his normal voice with an accent, not to mention he’s the brazilian Sonic voice already!!!)

I think Charlie Day is the superior Loogy here but I’d still say the dub is better, not only for the fact there are "real voice actors" cuz you know, that’s Their Job, but also like, Charles Martinet is still in there cuz in case you didn't know, he voiced that jumpman dude’s only line in pretty much every language possible which is absurd/admirable.

It’s a fun movie if not mostly for looking at Mario Things happening that you know and recognize, because otherwise the story is pretty ridiculously basic, though even for "Mario game story" standards it’s definitely refreshing to see Luigi as the one to be rescued... though that Also sucks because Luigi deserved more screentime. The main Toad too. Oh well. Also disappointed that the "wise Toad" in the movie isn’t Toadsworth… or maybe he is but hasn’t aged yet and maybe in a sequel we’ll see him get older and then main Toad becomes Captain Toad. Who knows 🍄/10

Honorable Mentions - Stuff I've Watched That I've Yet To Write My Thoughts About, I Don't Have The Time Now

Spy × Family (Season 1) - Not the type of anime I'd see myself watching, but I was forced roped into it by one of my partners and found it to be VERY enjoyable.

Sparkle On, Raven: The Life of Drillgirl - Charming, shitpost-y, but genuine and fun

The Amazing Digital Circus - A very promising series with unexpected popularity, and equally unexpected high quality Brazilian dub with recognizable talent.

Murder Drones (Season 1 - 6/8) - A series I've been cautiously optimistic about since its pilot - it has endearing, enjoyable characters and settings, but flawed writing and pacing - more on that at a future date.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off - An amazing take on a series that I'm not so familiar with (haven't seen the movie or read the comics, only really knew that the franchise "exists") and judging from what I've heard from others, it probably is the best take on the main storyline. Especially when it comes to the representation of who turned out to be my fave - Roxie. Watching the live action now is... probably gonna be very weird. Not sure if I want to.

Kunshikter (Күншіктер) - A new, yet very obscure cartoon from Kazakhstan. It's cute. It's for children but at this point I don't think y'all care. It's still ongoing and there are not many episodes so far. I recommend giving it a watch. Now!

Future YouTube Updates

As some of you saw in a xeet tweet from early October I was planning to do something significant on my main YouTube channel which has been stagnant for a while now, only for that to, surprise, not happen. I do have a set goal now: In very early January, a video to explain exactly what happened and what was the video I wanted to make, and... why it's hard for me to get a video like that out in the first place. The short answer (that doesn't actually account for Everything) is autism. The long answer is... stay tuned for it, lol

Song of the Issue

Although this section was supposed to be for sharing music that isn't mine, I thought I'd share snippets of music stuff I've been making since the beginning of 2023 until now, that you can look forward to!

Conclusion

I dunno. All I can say is... happy new year! It's been a tradition to make a stupid amateurish collage at the end of the year with the highlights, but this year there's been... less of them, that I took note of at least. But that won't stop me I think. Once I have that done, I may edit this to include it.

No comment on anything related to Twitter (which I'll never call "X") and the billionaire that happened this year as you all probably already know by now, and by the way you can now follow me on the social butterfly of bluesky. See you next year!

[auroraescritora]

2023 Review

Oi, como vai? Eu não ia fazer isso, porque no começo do ano tenho preguiça até de abrir os olhos, mas lá vamos nós.

Pra falar a verdade, @haiseiscute333 me marcou em uma postagem, então resolvi fazer uma retrospectiva também. E só para avisar, vou precisar da sua ajuda, ok? Provavelmente no meio do ano para terminar de revisar a minha história. Eu também queria agradecer por tudo até aqui.

Sinceramente? Sinto que não fiz muito esse ano, mas eu não sei, a cada fim de ano é a mesma sensação, mesmo que eu tenha feito. O tempo passa tão rápido! Enfim, comecei esse blog no fim de 2022, porém, só comecei a escrever nele em junho de 2023. Também recomecei meu projeto de ajuda a escritores e tentei ficar a par do que estava acontecendo no fandom e falhei miseravelmente.

Foi um ano estranho e agradável ao mesmo tempo. Teve um momento que pensei em parar de escrever e que eu de fato tinha esquecido como criar um bom texto. Sempre esqueço que minha ansiedade sempre vai falar mais alto e autocritica mais ainda.

Bem, no total, foi um bom ano. Cheio de altos e baixos, porém com um história longa quase completa. Eu gostaria de agradecer também a algumas pessoas que estiveram comigo desde o início e que não me deixaram falar com as parades sozinha:

@haiseiscute333 @yonemurishiroku @perryjackpott @ch3353cake-29 @language-of-blueberries (Desculpa se eu esqueci de alguém 😁💕💕)

Até logo!

PS: No momento estou revisando a "Não há lugar como o lar" porque fiz besteira. Por enquanto está aqui no Spirit, a versão em inglês vou continuar do ponto onde parei assim que eu conseguir. Vejo vocês provavelmente no fim de janeiro ou no começo de fevereiro.

Hi, how are you? I wasn't going to do this, because at the beginning of the year I'm too lazy to even open my eyes, but here we go.

To tell you the truth, tagged me in a post, so I decided to do a retrospective too. And just to warn you, I'm going to need your help, okay? Probably in the middle of the year to finish revising my story. I also wanted to thank you for everything so far.

Honestly? I feel like I haven't done much this year, but I don't know, every end of the year it's the same feeling, even if I did. Time passes so quickly! Anyway, I started this blog at the end of 2022, but I only started writing on it in June 2023. I also restarted my project to help writers and tried to keep up to date with what was going on in fandom and failed miserably.

It was a strange and enjoyable year at the same time. There was a moment when I thought I'd stop writing and that I'd actually forgotten how to create a good text. I always forget that my anxiety will always speak louder and my self-criticism even more so.

All in all, it was a good year. Full of ups and downs, but with a long story almost complete. I'd also like to thank a few people who have been with me from the start and who didn't let me talk to the walls on my own:

@haiseiscute333 @yonemurishiroku @perryjackpott @ch3353cake-29 @language-of-blueberries (Sorry if I forgot anyone 😁💕💕)

See you later!

PS: I'm currently revising "There's no place like home" because I messed up. For now, the Portuguese version it's here on Spirit, the English version I'll pick up where I left off as soon as I can. I'll see you probably at the end of January or the beginning of February.

[fruitmilkshake]

Explaining My Tlou Oc's backstory; Maya and Norman.

Disclaimer: my native lenguage isn't English, so i'm sorry if i make a mistake at writing this, and i'm sorry if this has Spelling mistakes or if the pronunciation is wrong.

Another disclaimer: This ocs are from alternative stories, so They don't belong in the same universe Together, I'm just too lazy to make 2 separate posts, so.... Yeah.

Maya:

To understand Maya's story, we have to talk about her sister's story first, and it's a pretty long story u.u;

✺Alice, a chilean 5 year old kid who lived with her mother on In the suburbs of Pittsburgh, she lived alone with her mother because her father didn't wanted to know anything about her mother or Alice, but she didn't cared, she loved her mother and she was little to know what was happening around her. One night, Alice's mother, who was a doctor, came home earlier, pretty worried from the pacient that came from to her shift, her other mother's coworker, who were more experted doctors, reassured her mother and send her home, Telling her that They will handle the pacient.

✺Everything seemed calm, her mom gave her Dinner and tuck her on her bed, giving her a goodnight kiss before closing her room's Door and heading into her own room, she just drifted into a deep sleep, thinking on what is she going to play tomorrow with her friends at kindergarden, but she didn't know what was coming next...

✺Alright, now a few years had passed, and now Alice is 13 years old, Thanks to Her mother's medical skills, she found a place to keep Alice safe, the Fireflies.

✺Alice was pretty curious and she was always exploring places that were dangerous, one day, that she managed to escape from her mother's sight, she end up exploring an abandoned motel building in the middle of the woods.

✺As she was exploring the motel, she saw something weird behind the trash can behind the motel, it was baby, but the mother wasn't there.

✺Alice, obviously worried for the infant, take the baby with her mother, to take care of the weak baby, Luckly, her mother took good care of the baby, so the baby got healthy after a few weeks.

✺As Alice's mom (That I forgot to say that her name is Carmen) was starting to get attached to the baby, who was girl, Alice couldn't help but feel a little weird, The baby was theirs, They shouldn't get so attached to her.

✺But after a few days, Alice got just as attached as Carmen to the baby, who They called Maya.

✺Everything seemed fine, Carmen had now 2 Daughters, They seemed like pretty happy Family, but sadly, Carmen got killed by some Smugglers, leaving Maya and Alice alone.

✺Alice then decided to take the role of a mother for Maya, taking care of her, raising her, teaching her how to read and how to shot a gun, and doing all the things that Mother should do.

✺Soon, Alice and Maya meeted a guy called Seth, someone who quickly become into a friend to Alice, Maya didn't trusted him really much, but she saw her "mother" So happy, more happier than ever, so she just got used to it (does someone else can smell the ship tensión beetwen Alice and Seth too? 🌚), and again, Sadly, Alice got bite when Maya was 12 years old, leaving her alone, luckly, Seth got attached to Maya, so he May try to protect her before Getting shot in the head..... Because that's what happened.

Norman:

I don't really need to talk about someone else's story to start telling Norman's backstory, so... Yeah, Let's start;

𓇼Norman came from a peruvian Family of immigrants, he used to live with his mother and his big brother.

𓇼His mother wasn't the best, she slept with 2 different guys, and those nights end up on having Bryan and Norman, she was always in her own thing and she didn't really cared about Norman and Bryan, and the fact that They didn't had a father, made their childhood pretty bad as well, and to top off; his father didn't wanted to know anything about him or his brother, so They were just Bryan, his mother and him.

𓇼when the outbreak started, his mother got bitted an infected person, killing her at the instant, luckly, He didn't got to see it, but Bryan saw the exact moment where his mother died, leaving him alone with 2 year old Norman and a trauma that'll last a long time.

𓇼After, Bryan took the responability of raising Norman and teaching everything he could, teach him how to shot a gun, how to read, how to talk, everything, he even teach him how to make a bonfire(WHAT DID YOU DO, BRYAN?! XD) , he showed Norman what a comic was, he showed Norman how to tie his shoes, etc, Basically he took the role of a Father to Norman

𓇼Luckly, their lonelyness didn't lasted long, They meeted a survivor, just like them, her name was Bianca, who quickly become in Norman's best friend and Bryan's little sister.

𓇼 Soon Bryan, Norman and Bianca becomed a family, 3 kids in an apocalyptic world, 3 kids that needed a new reason to survive and They luckly founded in each other.

𓇼Everything was fine, but if you read my stories, you know that somenthing has to go wrong at some point... Bryan got shot by Smugglers, the bullet got into his back spine, making his body to paralize.

𓇼the lost of blood, mixed with the leg's feeling sense lossed, leaded him to death, leaving Norman and Bianca alone in a fucked up world.

Alright! So... Yeah, that's my Tlou Oc's backstory, I'm sorry if Norman's story is a bit short, is just that a lot of things happened and i didn't knew how to explain them, but either way, I just wanna say i love them... They're like my kids, my babies ;]

So that's all i wanted to say, hope you guys like it, and remember kids: if you wanna get a trauma, play The last of us :D.

Bye!

[penguinwriter24]

Preface

Summary :

Eddie Munson had never thought himself worthy of being loved. His parents hadn't loved him enough to keep him with them, Wayne worked from morning to night, tirelessly, and didn't always have the energy to shower Eddie with love. But all this changed the day he crossed paths with Athenais. She proved to him that he was worthy of her love, worthy of being loved, and she would stop at nothing to prove it to him. Eddie Munson X OC!FEM!Character Eddie Munson X Athenais Henderson

Hello, good evening everyone!

Here is a new story and a new adventure waiting for you. This time we will dive into the marvelous Universe of Stranger Things!

To begin with, I would like to dedicate this book to elorrijasper64 for helping me design this book, for spending hours and hours listening to me go into my delirium and who did not hesitate to tell me when it didn't. was wrong and that I was going way too far. Thanks also to her for remotivating me to write. ❤

The events of this story will follow those of season 4, with a few minor changes on my part. One is that Billy Hargrove didn't die in my story, so I'll edit Max's story (it'll be just as important as the show, you have my word!).

For the rest, I leave you the surprise!

Then, the book will be separated into two parts (or maybe three if I do an "after the events"). The first will be relatively short, it will explain a little the relationship between Eddie and Athénaïs. The second part, we will get to the heart of the matter, so buckle up and hold on tight!

Ah yes, before I forget! The "unnamed freak" I gave him a name, and it's Dean, so we avoid any confusion and you'll know who I'm talking about.

This is the English translation of the French version of Iron Caravaggio, the dialogues of part II will not be faithful to those of season 4 because I am a little lazy and I did not re-watch the series while I was translating . Sorry if this bothers some of you...

There, everything has been said.

Oh, by the way, this is absolutely not proofread so if you see any mistake/typo, no you did not ahah. Thank you for your understanding.

I wish you a good reading.

Annstas Peitidh

[ooo-goon-fiction]

SAMPLE CHAPTER - NOT FULL STORY

Below are two different chapters done for a story involving characters from Assassination Classroom. Interested to see which version you prefer. Version One (Blue) keeps normal tone. Version 2 (Red) is way more like a sexual parody. Feel free to vote here.

Version 1

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Chapter 1: The Grenade Gambit

The sun hung low over the Class 3-E building, casting long shadows across the patchy grass and weathered wood of the old campus. The day’s assassination drills had wrapped up, leaving behind the faint smell of gunpowder and the distant hum of Koro-sensei’s Mach-speed departure—he’d mumbled something about a “Brazilian octopus delicacy” before vanishing in a blur of yellow. Most of the class had already started their trek down the mountain, but a few stragglers lingered, drawn into the orbit of Rio Nakamura’s latest scheme.

She stood on the porch, arms crossed over her yellow sweater, her strawberry blonde hair glinting like fire in the fading light. “Oi, Karma!” she shouted, her voice cutting through the quiet. “You’re not bailing on me now, are you? We’ve got work to do!”

Karma Akabane, halfway down the dirt path with his hands in his pockets, stopped and shot her a lazy grin. “Work? Last I checked, I didn’t sign up for janitor duty. That shed explosion was all you, Rio.”

“Excuse you,” she huffed, hopping off the porch with a dramatic flourish. “My aim’s perfect. You’re just jealous I aced English again while you’re stuck eating my dust.���

Nagisa Shiota, lingering nearby with his notebook in hand, glanced up from his scribbled observations. “She’s not wrong, Karma. You did get second place this time. I think Kaede beat you too.”

Karma’s gold eyes narrowed as he turned to Nagisa. “Whose side are you on, huh? And don’t bring Kayano into this—she cheated with those pudding bribes.”

From a few feet away, Kaede Kayano popped her head out from behind a tree, a half-eaten pudding cup in hand. “It’s not cheating if it works!” she chirped, her green hair bouncing as she waved the spoon at him. “Maybe if you were nicer, I’d share.”

Rio laughed, loud and unrestrained. “See? Even Kaede’s got your number, Akabane. Face it—you’re losing your edge.”

Karma rolled his eyes but didn’t bother hiding his smirk. “Keep talking, Nakamura. I’ll wipe that grin off your face in a real fight.”

“Oh, I’d pay to see that,” came a new voice—Ritsu, her digital form flickering to life on the cracked screen of a nearby tablet propped against a rock. Her pink ponytail bobbed as she tilted her head. “Statistical analysis says Rio’s agility gives her a 53% chance of dodging your tricks, Karma. Should I run a full simulation?”

“No thanks, tech girl,” Rio said, waving a hand dismissively. “I don’t need numbers to know I’d win. Just me, my charm, and maybe a well-placed kick.”

Karma stepped closer, his voice dropping to a mock-threatening drawl. “Charm? You mean that sleazy act you pull on everyone? Sorry, Rio, I’m immune.”

“Liar,” she shot back, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You’re scared I’d have you flat on your back in ten seconds.”

Nagisa coughed awkwardly, scribbling something in his notebook while Kaede giggled into her pudding. “You two are hopeless,” she said. “Can’t you go five minutes without turning everything into a showdown?”

“Nope,” Rio and Karma said in unison, then glared at each other, fighting back laughs.

The moment broke when a rustling sound came from the trees, followed by a yelp. “Ow—stupid branch!” Terasaka stumbled into view, brushing leaves off his jacket, with Hazama and Yoshida trailing behind him. “What’s all the noise? Some of us are trying to leave.”

“Yeah,” Hazama added, her monotone voice cutting through the chatter as she adjusted her gothic headband. “Though I wouldn’t mind watching Nakamura and Akabane tear each other apart. Could inspire my next horror script.”

Yoshida snorted, kicking a pebble. “Ten bucks says Karma wins. Rio’s all talk.”

“Excuse me?” Rio spun toward him, hands on her hips. “I’ll take that bet and raise you a week of cleaning duty when I win.”

Terasaka grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Now it’s a party. Where’s Okajima with the popcorn when you need him?”

“Probably off taking creep shots again,” Karma muttered, then turned back to Rio. “So, what’s this ‘work’ you’re dragging me into? If it’s boring, I’m out.”

Rio’s grin turned sly as she leaned in, her aqua-blue eyes glinting. “Koro-sensei left us a little team-building exercise. Hid a bunch of fake grenades around the grounds—training props. First one to find ten wins.”

“Wins what?” Karma asked, his interest piqued.

“Bragging rights,” she said, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “And a prize. Something you won’t resist.”

Nagisa raised an eyebrow. “What kind of prize?”

“Mind your business, Nagisa,” Rio teased, winking at him. “This is between me and the devil here.”

Karma chuckled, stepping so close their shoes nearly touched. “You’re on, Nakamura. But don’t cry when I crush you.”

“Big talk,” she replied, shoving past him with a playful bump. “Catch me if you can!”

The hunt kicked off with a bang—literally, as Rio tripped over a root and sent a cloud of dirt flying. “Nice start,” Karma called, already darting toward the trees. The others watched, half-amused, half-curious, as the two disappeared into the forest.

Nagisa sighed, tucking his notebook away. “Should we help?”

“Nah,” Kaede said, licking her spoon clean. “Let them fight it out. It’s more fun this way.”

Ritsu’s screen flickered. “I’ll monitor their progress. Current tally: Rio, one; Karma, zero. She found a grenade under a stump.”

“Cheater!” Karma’s voice echoed from the woods, followed by Rio’s cackling.

The forest turned into their playground. Rio scaled a low branch, snagging a grenade from a bird’s nest, while Karma rummaged through a hollow log, emerging with two and a smug grin. “Two-one, blondie,” he taunted, dangling them just out of her reach as she jumped down.

“Keep dreaming,” she shot back, lunging for one. He sidestepped, and she stumbled into a bush, only to pop up with another grenade in hand. “Three-two, loser!”

Their chaos drew a small crowd. Chiba and Hayami, the class’s sharpshooting duo, paused on their way down the mountain to watch. “Think they’ll notice us?” Hayami asked, adjusting her rifle case.

“Doubt it,” Chiba replied, pushing up his bangs. “They’re too busy flirting.”

“Flirting?” Hayami blinked. “That’s what you call this?”

“Trust me,” he said dryly. “I’ve seen worse.”

Nearby, Sugino and Kanzaki strolled past, carrying baseball gear from an impromptu practice. “Should we tell them there’s a grenade by the water fountain?” Sugino asked.

Kanzaki smiled softly. “Let them figure it out. They’re having fun.”

“Fun?” Sugino laughed. “Looks like a war zone.”

By twilight, Rio and Karma were tied at nine each, sprawled on the grass near the classroom, panting and grinning. The final grenade sat between them, half-buried—a silent challenge. The others had mostly dispersed, though Nagisa lingered at a safe distance, scribbling notes like some anthropologist studying a bizarre mating ritual.

“You’re slowing down, Rio,” Karma said, propped on an elbow, his red hair a mess against the dimming sky. “Getting tired?”

“Hardly,” she replied, rolling onto her side to face him. “Just letting you think you’ve got a shot. Wouldn’t want you to lose too badly.”

He laughed—a real, unguarded sound that made her stomach flip. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” she quipped, her tone light but her gaze steady, probing for a crack in his usual cool.

Karma didn’t reply right away. His eyes locked onto hers, the playful edge softening into something quieter, heavier. The air stilled, charged with an unspoken shift that neither could name. Rio’s pulse raced, and for once, her quick tongue faltered.

Then Kaede’s voice broke through, faint but cheerful. “Hey, you two! Don’t stay out too late—Karasuma’ll kill you if you miss curfew!”

“Buzzkill,” Rio muttered, sitting up and brushing off her sweater. Karma reached for the grenade, his fingers grazing hers as he plucked it from the dirt.

“Ten,” he said, holding it up. “I win.”

“Cheater!” she protested, shoving him. “That was mine!”

“Prove it,” he teased, tossing the prop into the air and catching it. “So, what’s my prize?”

She smirked, standing and stretching. “You’ll find out tomorrow. Gotta keep you guessing, right?”

Karma watched her, his expression unreadable but his eyes tracking her every move. “Tomorrow, huh? Better be worth it, Nakamura.”

“Oh, it will be,” she promised, turning to head down the path, her voice drifting back. “Night, Karma.”

He stayed put, twirling the grenade in his hand as her silhouette faded into the shadows. A slow, crooked smile crept across his face. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Worth it.”

From the sidelines, Nagisa closed his notebook, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Those two,” he said to no one in particular, “are going to be trouble.”

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Version 2

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Chapter 1: The Locker Room Gambit

The Class 3-E locker room was a relic—peeling paint, rusted benches, and a single flickering bulb casting jagged shadows over the concrete. It was late, well past the end of Koro-sensei’s latest assassination drill, and the mountain air outside had turned cool and crisp. Most of the class had scattered—home to homework or whatever passed for normalcy in their fucked-up lives—but Rio Nakamura lingered, her yellow sweater tossed carelessly over a bench, leaving her in the tight white undershirt and pleated skirt of the Kunugigaoka uniform. Her strawberry blonde hair was a mess, sticking to her sweat-damp neck as she leaned against a locker, smirking.

“Karma!” she called, voice echoing off the walls. “You gonna hide in there all night, or are you man enough to face me?”

The shower room door creaked open, and Karma Akabane stepped out, shirtless, a towel slung low around his hips. His red hair dripped water onto his shoulders, trailing down the lean lines of his chest. He smirked, gold eyes glinting like a predator’s. “Face you? I’d rather bend you over that bench, Nakamura.”

She laughed, sharp and dirty. “Big talk for a guy who got his ass handed to him in training today. What was it—five hits to my ten?”

He stalked closer, droplets hitting the floor. “Only ‘cause I let you win. Wanted to see that smug little grin before I wipe it off.”

Nagisa Shiota poked his head in from the hallway, blue hair framing a nervous face. “Uh, guys? Karasuma said we need to lock up—”

“Beat it, Nagisa,” Rio snapped, not breaking eye contact with Karma. “This is private.”

“Very private,” Karma added, his voice a low growl. Nagisa yelped and vanished, the door slamming shut behind him.

Rio pushed off the locker, closing the gap until she was inches from Karma, her chest brushing his bare skin. “So, what’s your excuse this time, Akabane? Too distracted by my ass to aim straight?”

He grabbed her hips, yanking her flush against him. “Maybe I was. Can’t blame me—you’ve been shaking it all day.”

Her grin turned feral as she ground against him, feeling him harden beneath the towel. “Prove it, then. Fuck me like you mean it.”

The air ignited. Karma’s hands slid under her skirt, gripping her thighs and hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders as he shoved her back against the lockers with a clang. Their mouths crashed together—teeth and tongue, messy and desperate. She tasted salt and heat, biting his lip hard enough to draw a groan.

“Fucking tease,” he rasped, tearing her shirt open, buttons pinging off the floor. Her bra was black, lace, and he didn’t bother unhooking it—just yanked it down to expose her, palming her roughly as she arched into him.

“Less talk,” she panted, shoving his towel off. He sprang free, thick and ready, and she didn’t waste time. Dropping to her knees on the cold concrete, she gripped him, stroking once before taking him into her mouth. Deep. Wet. Her lips stretched around him, tongue swirling as she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks.

Karma’s head thudded back against the locker, a guttural “Fuck—” spilling out. His hands fisted in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed, sloppy and relentless. She gagged once, eyes watering, but didn’t stop—her sleazy bravado fueled every move, daring him to lose it. Spit slicked her chin, and when she pulled back to lick the tip, he growled, hauling her up by the arms.

“Not done,” she protested, but he spun her around, bending her over the bench. Her skirt flipped up, panties yanked down to her knees, and he didn’t pause—spit on his fingers, then pressed them against her ass, working her open with a rough, practiced touch.

“Karma—shit—” Rio’s voice broke, half-laugh, half-moan as he slid one finger in, then two, stretching her. She braced on the bench, pushing back, greedy for more.

“Thought you could handle me,” he taunted, lining himself up. The first thrust was slow, deliberate—her tight heat gripping him as he sank in from behind, rear-first. She cursed, loud and filthy, nails scraping wood as he filled her, the burn blurring into something raw and electric.

“Move, asshole,” she demanded, and he did—hard, fast, hips snapping against her. The locker room echoed with it—skin on skin, her gasps, his grunts. She reached back, clawing his thigh, urging him deeper as the bench creaked beneath them.

Outside, footsteps hesitated. “What the hell’s that noise?” Terasaka’s voice rumbled, muffled through the door.

“Probably them killing each other,” Hazama replied, deadpan. “Or screwing. Either way, I’m not checking.”

“Gross,” Yoshida muttered, and the trio shuffled off, leaving Rio and Karma to their chaos.

Karma’s hand snaked around, finding her clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounded into her. “Come for me, Rio,” he hissed, teeth grazing her shoulder. She shattered—back arching, a choked scream ripping out as her body clenched around him, dragging him over the edge. He came hard, spilling inside her with a low, shuddering groan, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

They collapsed against the bench, panting, sweat-slick and wrecked. Rio laughed first, breathless and wild. “Told you I could take you.”

Karma smirked, pulling out slow, watching her wince and grin. “Round one, Nakamura. I’m not done.”

She twisted, kissing him messy and quick. “Good. Next time, I’m on top.”

The door creaked again—Kaede this time, pudding cup in hand, eyes wide. “Oh my God—” She bolted, spoon clattering to the floor.

“Oops,” Rio snickered, grabbing her sweater. “Guess we’re busted.”

“Worth it,” Karma said, tossing her panties at her. “Tomorrow, blondie. My rules.”

She caught them, grinning. “Bring it, devil.”

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[an-epic-complex-deep-existence]

TW: Blood, disturbing imagery, flashing lights

As promised, this week’s school art dump!

(Sorry for the low quality!)

I’ve actually been working on this drawing since last week, but the reason why it took me so long is because it’s hard to memorize an alien language you made up yourself…

The characters are named Socromii and Kodaskillur

Summarized Backstory: A legend of two aliens who hated humanity; the longest Ketakomians to have existed.

(Note: The name of these aliens I made are called Ketakomians)

Transcript:

(Note: This is in both my alien language (Epiclandesse) and in English, but I’m too lazy to write the Epiclandesse version of this)

Socromii: Hey, uh, thanks for taking care of me. You’re pretty good at wrapping bandaids[bandages]. O-ow…

Kodaskillur: Thanks, I have actually done this before. We sleep here tonight. I don’t want to leave you.

Socromii: You’re getting better at Epiclandesse, Kodaskillur

(Note: Their are multiple alien languages I made up)

Kodaskillur: Thanks, Socromii!

Existence is fucking pain. Melody Conway, your life is a goddamn lie.

A random OC I decided to make

Name: Monachrome

Age: 26

Gender: Gender-fluid (any pronouns)

Species: Anti-hybrid

-Can change colors, but it’s always monochromatic

-Comically sized bow that reaches their elbows

-IK THEY LOOK LIKE MINNIE MOUSE, GET TF OVER IT!!!

-Severe injury on left hand covered by vantablack glove

Pretty self explanatory

He was completely fine, until he saw the internet…

Tried 3D art. Didn’t work

A webcore Oc I made called YourName. I don’t have a bio for them yet :(

MELROSE THE EMO DEPRESSED KID!!!!!!!!

It’s hard to sleep when you know you aren’t real…

Cousins. Leo Waves and Cassidy Raymond

There were three images I couldn’t really show, mainly for spoilers, but I hope you enjoyed these!