#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 😭

[bpcr3yes]

hellorr, just lately i've been reading a lot of avatar modern headcanons, so i felt like writing some!

all the headcanons here are what i think the blue aliens would look like as humans (some make a lot of sense in my head)

first of all, english is not my native language so if there is any confusing sentence I'm sorry

AVATAR MODERN HEADCANONS

Neteyam is black, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT! he has the same skin color as his mother, and he has dreadlocks that hit a little above his shoulder, and he's a tall guy.

hes a mamas boy, he can cook, clean house, fix things (because after all, he is the oldest all the load of the younger ones is on him.)

AND he is a super gentlemanly guy, he always has a kind smile on his face and is liked by many people

HE IS ALSO A LADYS MAN, how many women do rain on this man, he sure is kind to all of them, I bet he flirts with some even, gives a little kiss there but never anything serious! he would be a great date.

Lo'ak is a light skin, everybody knows how similar he is to his father, I believe he also has dreadlocks but a little bigger than neteyam since he likes to tie them!

he always tries to show his worth to jake but it always comes off as an idiot, i think he would be the kind of guy who is smart but is too lazy for that(i have a kin in this man

he thinks people hate him because whenever he walks through the halls everyone starts staring and whispering at him

he LOVES teasing kiri, after all she is his favorite sister (he will NEVER admit it out loud) he also likes to make fun of tuk

he stares at tsireya like a hungry animal (don't get me wrong) he only realizes he is drooling when the people around him start laughing at him

he is a dramatic man

Kiri she is white and has red hair because grace was white and red hair too.

she believes in signs and always asks neytiri to buy rose quartz for her

a mother of plants

she who provides the trinkets for the family to use in their hair

She's always wearing eyeliner, and she still believes she can't live without it.

SHE ALSO HAS WOLFCUT

is always gossiping with tsireya, and when she with lo'ak lets out a "gross"

TUK is the copy of her mother, among all the genes she has, she pulled neytiri on everything!

she is a little black girl who has her hair in several different hairstyles every day!

she loves roblox but something tells me jake wouldn't let her spend too much time on the ipad because she's too young to be addicted to video games

she is also mamas girl

she loves all her brothers but she has a greater affection with neteyam, after all he is always taking care of her

she always tells jake when loak is bothering her

and she feels bad after jake pulls loak's ear.

she loves popoyo

Tsireya is a light ski nanned , she's a sweet person but don't take her seriously, she automatically becomes a version of her mother

she LOVES decorating gel nails, or just nails, it doesn't matter how long your nails are, she always finds a way to make her beautiful

is always playing with tuk

no one knows but she LOVES flirting with lo'ak because she knows he's a fool for her and is embarrassed by everything

is always hitting on aonung when he says something stupid

she is also a my melody collector!

Aonung is quite tanned but still a light skin, is always surfing or pestering someone

he is that kind of clueless friend who says something that is offensive in 8 different countries( and it also offends many minorities )

he can be a sweetheart whenever he wants

if you say anything offensive to tsireya or roxto he immediately was to hate you for the rest of his life

if you find him in a corner with his homies, you can be sure he was gossping about the sullys

ROXTO, he is the blackest of all (apart from tuk obvs)

he's a sweetheart, he's that kind of friend who knows the whole school

he is an average student but excels in the arts

he loves to make bracelets

he's cute, and I believe he catches the attention of several women too

he and lo'ak are besties ok

SPIDER let me tell you about our white boy

he is a darling 😭

neytiri hates him because he is american(?) (shes latina okay)

he is scared to death of neytiri because he knows she hates his father

he has a HUGE crush on kiri i swear he is a simp for her

he and loak are trouble together but who said they care about that?

he used to be very close with jake when he was younger but neytiri cut that line

I'm sure he also has several women after him.

this is the end! it's my first time writing on tumblr, if it's bad sorry

[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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[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.

[thepuckishrogue]

Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It’s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

© thepuckishrogue/TheViperQueen, 2019-2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[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

[dumbsack]

One last flex of my dislike for Echoes and probably my last "shit on Echoes" post until the idiotic scumbags that run the game do something else deplorable and greedy. Consider this my mega post about the game with some thoughts and reasoning put into it besides *incoherent screeching*.

Echoes of Mana sucks. We all know that. I'm shouting into the void at this point. The loading times are unacceptable, co-op is a joke, the incompetent devs couldn't figure out what to do WITH A BASIC FRIENDS LIST, pull rates are absolutely awful, there was little to no testing done, Bravers is the most shameless display of greed I've ever seen in any game ever, Gingham was fucking awful, gems were a good idea but poorly executed, and characters RARELY interacted in meaningful ways in crossovers. It was a bunch of horseshit all the way through. Characters would be advertised together, only to not show up together (Duran and Angela and Charlotte and Kevin are promoted a LOT together, but only show up together in social media posts and gems (ironically getting more likes on those posts than the story chapters do...), Amanda never interacts with Sumo, Keldy never says a word to Lekius, etc. While the Secret of Mana trio get to freely interact with each other, female protags never got to interact in meaningful ways...).

The quilt/tapestry theme was so forced. We only get to see one (1) stitched together world (DoM and LoM)... And it did nothing with the crossover. Cool. And I died internally every time the dispatches said "WE'RE WEAVING UP GOOD STUFF".

What the fuck was up with the gems for SD3? No DSK/Loki vs Duran gem? No Bil and Ben vs Hawkeye? No pornomags gem? No Grand Croix gem? A good chunk of the gems for SD3 are made up bullshit. Yet, whenever someone farts in Secret of Mana or Legend of Mana, there's a gem for that. Hmm.

Don't get me started on the banners, though. Good grief. Fire and Ice, the so-called 31st anniversary celebration, was absolutely terrible. Terrible boss, ho-hum story that did nothing with the characters... I could say that about pretty much every event, actually, except for maybe 3 of them, max. (Any event with Duran in it because he was allowed to be a character, and the Manor one with Fuji, Randi, Popoi, and Blainchet.) Also, the events text was straight up broken for like a day. Lovely.

As funny as the LoM and Toto crossover was, being shilled at so explicitly at the end was the biggest slap in the face. No, I don't want the creepy Riesz statue, and I don't want to subject myself to the LoM anime. I don't want to look at Shiloh's weird lumpy, ballsack abs ever again.

I know I can't be too mean about this, but the English version has so many typos. As an amateur fanfic writer, I get it. I can't tell you how many typos I've passed over by accident that pop had to point out to me in my shitty fics after I've posted them. ... But neither of us are getting paid for writing/editing fanfic. So... Yeah.

But, my biggest problem, which I cannot overstate...

I absolutely detest how Angela's character is represented in Echoes. It directly contradicts and violates her character in TOM to the point I don't think the writer of that chapter actually played the Dragon Lord arc... Or the game at all, only getting snippets of dialogue from YouTube videos or some shit. Everything about chapter 2 undermines her arc AND Duran's completely (honeycomb: "lol I just trained hard to get magic lol xdddd")

In the chapter, she is shown training (yes, she says she had training when your main asks how she got to Cascade Cavern) and effortlessly fighting alongside Quilt, Honeycomb, and Duffle WITHOUT MAGIC, and tooootally besties with...

Okay.

No.

I'm sorry, this is not the same character as the one depicted below. The Angela in ToM is clearly a girl out of her depth and not the bad boss bitch she is in Echoes.

It's very heavily implied that Angela is very sheltered, lazy, selfish, and has probably never left Altena, expressing only a very vague understanding of the lay of the land (she couldn't even name Alrant!) Early game Angela in TOM pretty much lucks into her victory in her first fight (the tutorial fight!) expressing disbelief she was even capable of doing such a thing. She then almost promptly passes out in the cold and is luckily rescued by some locals.

Once you get into the meat of the game, she's pretty eager to pass off the fighting ("I can leave the fighting to you, right?"), immediately wants to take a nap upon reaching Jadd, bitches about Molebear Moors ("I'm filing a complaint about this path!"). Overall, it seems like she fluked her way to Wendel, making her way there by sheer luck, not skill.

None of these "negative" traits are shown in Echoes. Without consequence, YOUNGER, PRE-MAGIC ANGELA, after a cringe-inducing speech about friendship or whatever, she jumps into the fight with the Crimson Wizard alongside your stupid group and comes out unscathed...

Which is what completely undermines Duran's arc. Duran, one of the strongest swordsmen in Valsena, got owned by the CRIMSON WIZARD and almost died (and many of his fellow soldiers/knights were killed that night, ones implied to be more experienced than he is!)

"oh, but sack," you say, "she didn't fight the Crimson Wizard alone! She had help from Quilt, Duffle, and Honeycomb!"

ah yes, three other undertrained kids. That makes it better.

No. It doesn't. Let me reiterate: trained Valsenan soldiers, said to be among the best in the world, died to CW. Pre-magic Angela should have gotten hurt, or faced some kind of consequence for trying to take down an opponent like that. But no, she doesn't. I can believe she and Duran can take down Full Metal Hugger. Sure, fine. Whatever. That's just a big, dumb crab, not a powerful wizard even late game Duran and Angela still express difficulty facing even after getting stronger, judging by their battle dialogue.

"But sack! It's just a dumb gacha story! Don't take it so seriously!"

I know! But boy. BOY. BOI. AAAA IT'S SO EXPLICITLY BAD AAAAAAAA-

"Hey sack! Angela slaps the boys shit in Jadd when they approach her bed! She must be strong!"

Those are slapstick powers. Duh.

Also, this is a nitpick, but I really hate the retcon with male mages being overly present in Altena. In ToM and SD3, a soldier explicitly states the Altenish army is comprised of all women, which implies male mages are pretty rare (José, CW (who actually isn't a wizard lol he had to borrow evil powers like a little bitch)). I can believe non-mages are discriminated against, that's fine. I can believe Angela would stand up for Framaus if he was being bullied. Honestly? I think that's great! Angela may be selfish and a jerk, but I can definitely see her standing up for him for being a non-mage.

But, former besties? No. You don't talk about a former bestie like, "ew I have nothing to do with that guy!" You would probably say, "we used to be friends, but then he became a huge dick." All Angela states on the matter to Duran is "it's complicated" and that "he used to be nice". Yeah. Also lmao, the irony Framaus finally starts calling her Angela only for her to loathe when he calls her that by the time ToM rolls around is amazing. Really makes you wonder if Angela bumped her head and got amnesia or something.

Oh, and I do not find Framaus endearing or sympathetic. He's a creep. A fucking CREEP.

Ah, I get it now. Angela is too naive to realize that. Okay, chapter's issues absolved! (Not.)

Oh, and don't get me started on Angela replacing Framaus with Victor, too. Makes her look like a fucking psycho. Did the Echoes writers forget Victor exists or what? He's the only Altenish character not present in Echoes.

Fuck.

Fuck this chapter. I hate it more than Heroes of Mana, and that was a whole game of stupid horseshit and nonsense.

Echoes sucks. Angela's contradictory representation in Echoes is merely a symptom of a poorly managed, poorly written, poorly coded game.

Also, who the fuck thought it was a good idea for Hawkeye to be the Mana swordsman? You're the worst. The literal worst. Fuck you the most.

[lilyyx0]

yes!! just read billie's interview. and omfg? girl is wild. 'm so excited for the new album like omg omg. and the interview is so good. love the way she was comfortable enough to speak about her masturbating !! and her saying she wanted her face in a vagina....? ma'am. excuse me. what. i.

also !! i listened to the songs you recommended me and wrote some notes:

steeeam is such a cute song ?? the singer's voice kind of reminds me of clairo!! <3

faustian bargain... the lyrics? they're so beautiful. and avangeline's voice is so pretty. :((

lilith's lyrics are so beautiful. i love the way avangeline writes. but this song isn't really my cup of tea? it reminds me of ldr tho !! :3

crimson tears isn't really the kind of music i listen to, but it's not bad. i really like the beat !!

and about "mutt" she's not singing in the perspective of a literal dog. it's more of like... "a sweet confession of devotion and submission" sophie meiers described it. like, loving someone like a dog – means you'll be there for them forever, love them forever. you know? she says it's a sort of "thank you for taking me in! i'll be here if you ever need me". <33 (from the genius lyrics page !!)

and about you being scared to fail or too lazy to study. i feel you !! 'm a highschool dropout and i sometimes regret it but also the school system was not for me at all... so i had to stop. :(( now it's so hard for me to find a course or internship. 'm always so scared of failing as an adult aaah. (i wanna work at a bookshop but want to get more experience first!!) but also. each time i fail, i know i always get up. like each time i got rejected for an internship, i was down for a few weeks until i picked myself back and went to another library etc. it's ok to fail !! doesn't mean you should stop pursuing what you wanna do. <33

and i'll watch arcane in the next few days !!! and watch the movie you told me about tomorrow night if i can find it. :))

i never read any of rupi's poetry as its just not my type. (i have a hard time reading poetry honestly haha) but thank you for sharing them !! (and you can try to find the English versions on secondhand websites? like vinted!!)

and yay!! 'm tulip nonnie <33 so so cute. you're so sweet omg :(( 🌷 how was your day btw!!

aww, I'm sooo happy that you listened to the music I recommended!! actually, many people say that Saint Avangeline's music is similar to Lana's music, because SA was also motivated by Lana's music, but unfortunately she also gets a lot of hate for that :(

ouuh, m' sorry, I only saw on tiktok that someone talked about it being from a dog's perspective, but according to them I was wrong, sorry again! :(

About school.. I understand you, because it's not good to study in a place where you don't feel good:( but I believe in you and I'm sure you'll find a great bookstore soon!! <33

I hope you'll like Arcane and Semmelweis, I'm so excited about your opinion!! ^^

about my books: I will probably look for them somewhere in English:)

thank you so much, 🌷nonnie!! <33

btw, I'm so sorry that I was only able to answer you now, I fell asleep😭

yesterday was very tiring because of school, but I will talk about my day today if something interesting happens!! and how was your day?

[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!

[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!