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ilovejoostklein · 4 months

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HAIII, sorry if this is confusing, but can i request joost with a reader who is like... a TERRIBLE social reject but also makes music... they dread doing concerts, releasing full albums, and interviews but they still do it for their career?...

hii, yes ofc <3

Bed Peace

You’re an anxious singer and your boyfriend Joost comforts you the morning of one of your shows

sfw: fluff, light angst

You lay tangled in the bed of your hotel room with Joost. You grimaced at the empty bottles and shot glasses littering the coffee table, the headache from your hangover squeezing your head and pinching the back of your eyes making you more miserable than you felt last night. Your body was destroyed with fatigue and from the two-hour concert you’d had last night, ears still aching from the sounds of the music and screaming fans. You dreaded the fact of knowing what the day held in store for you today.

It was only moments like these that brought you true happiness, your boyfriend sleeping peacefully behind you with his strong arms around your waist. He was always so calm. He was like a pond, still and beautiful, nothing ever disrupting his mood that always seemed to be cheerful, and if he wasn’t it was still always so contained and rational. You didn’t know what to compare yourself to, a riptide, a never-ending storm that could only be lulled into security with substances and the presence of your sweet boyfriend who put up with your worries.

Joost woke up when he felt your heartbeat against his hands. It was certainly a strange way to wake up, and incredibly alarming to see that you were already so distraught first thing in the morning. It was crushing to see you this way, he tried whatever he could and still, he felt like a failure. Since you’d been together you’d turned him into a better person, he felt the difference every day when life had slowed down and everything felt and appeared more beautiful. He wished that he could do that for you, but he was beginning to realize that the issue was far bigger than you both.

“You’re always up before me.” His voice was still groggy with sleep, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “We overdid it last night, hm?”

You didn’t respond, staring at the empty bottles under the exposing morning night you couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed. You felt Joost kiss your cheek, putting his fingers underneath your chin so that you’d face him.

“I think you have to get up soon.” He dreaded saying it as much as you did. “Big day today.”

You groaned, rolling over so that you’d be able to bury your face into his chest. You breathed him in, he still smelled faintly of the body wash he always traveled with which somehow calmed your nerves.

“I wish I could cancel the stupid fucking interview.” Your profanity made him chuckle, bringing you closer into his arms. “Do you think I can?”

“For the second time?” Joost asked, his voice gently suggesting you to be more rational. “It’s short, and you’ll do a good job like always.”

Even if you were media trained to the point you felt like a circus animal, you abhorred nothing more than doing pointless interviews and touring. You tried to avoid falling into more dangerous substances, facing it all head-on, and by the end, you were dizzy and overcome with anxiety. You’d always been so anti-social, it was a miracle that you had someone like Joost who was effortlessly charming and sociable. You wished that you could take some of it for yourself.

“I hate it.” You mumbled, glancing at the clock on the wall realizing that you didn’t have too much time.

“I know, baby.” He said, kissing you. “But you love to sing, and I love it too, so it’ll be worth it.”

“It’s easy for you.” You retorted. “You know I just want to sing and do nothing else.”

“It doesn’t work like that.” You frowned hearing his tone shift into something more serious, forcing him to be the voice of reason. “Your career isn’t like mine.”

He was right. Your career was much more serious than his. It wasn’t that Joost was careless, but he could be himself and have fun with his career while you couldn’t. You wished it was the same way for you, even knowing you couldn’t be half as charming if you tried.

You wanted to stay with Joost in bed all day. You held him closer, expecting him to pressure you to get up again, but you felt him give into you when he pulled you atop his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you two stayed embracing each other in silence for a while.

You hoped that Joost would fall asleep, giving you an excuse to do the same and blame him when you’d inevitably wake up and realize you’d missed the interview. You propped yourself up only to make direct eye contact. Your face flushed with anxiety, forcing yourself to smile to try to dull the intensity you felt.

“How badly do you not want to go?” Joost suddenly asked the blush on your cheeks now feeling unbearable.

You stifled the tears forming in your eyes. Joost cared about you so much, no matter how stubborn and self-deprecating you could be he was always so gentle. You felt his hands cup your face, his thumb smoothing down on your cheek tenderly.

“I don’t want to.” You mumbled. “I just want to stay here with you, before my show.”

“Ok then, liefde.” He whispered, bringing your head forward to kiss your nose. “Oh no.” He said in a concerned tone.

“What is it?” You asked, feeling your heart rate pick up. Your anxiety was always set off so easily. “Joost.” You pressed.

“You feel really warm.” You realized he was being sarcastic, feeling a smile form on your face. “I think I have to call your manager m’en meisje is getting sick.”

You watched in relief as he grabbed his phone from your shared nightstand and sent a text to your manager, turning his phone to show their quick response. You could feel their annoyance through the message, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. The relief felt almost invigorating, your anxieties and worries melting away all at once knowing that you could spend the rest of the afternoon in bed with your boyfriend.

“I love you, Joost.” You said sweetly, kissing him over and over again on his cheek. “You’re the best, I’m serious.”

“I’m just selfish.” He chuckled, kissing you back, “I want to keep you with me all the time.”

“I wish.” You said a bit solemnly, knowing that the time would quickly pass as it always did when you were happy. “I’m glad you’ll be at my show at least.”

“I’m your biggest fan.” He pinched your cheek lovingly.

You settled into your boyfriend’s arms, the safety and unconditional love soothing your heart completely. You wished that you could love your career, not just the act of singing. You wished you could grow to love the process of waking up before the sun to write and record songs for hours every day until your entire body ached with boredom. You didn’t know what you would do without Joost, he was your person in all of this.

“I really love you, Joost.” You mumbled, feeling both of you slowly getting taken away by sleep again. “I’m so lucky.”

“I love you more.” You could hear him getting more tired, it was cute. “And I’m luckier.”

“You’re falling asleep again?” You whispered, trying to keep the calmness of the room.

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes still shut. “You should rest too, you’re sick remember?”

ya’ll i hope i’m using these dutch words right… hope u enjoyed

#joost klein #joost #fanfic #fluff #joost klein x reader #fem reader

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matan4il · 7 months

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I have a query and I'm sorry that this question is going to upset you in advance. I see a post circling on here about Holocaust survivors apparently saying that Palestinians are exactly like them during attacks on Gaza. I just scroll past it because I have poor attention span that cannot stay focused more than one sentence but I wanted to know your opinion on this post or if you have seen it. Again, deep apologies that this ask is upsetting. Thank you for still being here and sharing with us.

Hi Nonnie!

Thank you for the kind way you approached this.

I have seen a post that might be the one you're referring to... It's a screenshot of a tweet:

The original tweet shows an interview with one Holocaust survivor. The response falsely expands this to survivors, in the plural, as if this one tweet shows a whole movement of Holocaust survivors, that people simply refuse to listen to.

The original tweet comes from an account that calls itself a "media company," but has no website (something I would expect from an actual media company), and is at least 80% tweets that are anti-Israel and anti-Jewish. I'll give you an example. We all know Elon Musk has allowed antisemitism to thrive on Twitter, all kinds of it, including the white supremacist type, and others that have nothing to do with Israel. In an attempt to educate him, he was invited to a tour of Auschwitz. But apparently, according to this "media company," that was just meant to stop anti-genocide speech on his social media platform:

Of the up to 20% of tweets this "media company" posts or shares, many are anti-democratic or in support of dictatorial regimes.

This account also amplified the words of Julius Malema, leader of the South African EFF party, as he justified the Oct 7 massacre, and demanded support for the (genocidal) Hamas and its "resistance."

Malema himself has repeatedly sang, "Kill the Boer," a song which many understand as a genocidal chant against the Boers, the South Africans of Dutch descent. This guy is a controversial figure at best, doesn't seem to have an issue with an actual genocide, and this "media company" upholds his words as if he is a role model.

But if this account tweets Israel hate, then I guess the Tumblr user who passed the tweet along has no issue with how questionable of a source this is.

I recognized the face of the survivor. This is what it looks like in the cut off screenshot in the Tumblr post I saw:

So how did I recognize him? Because the number of anti-Zionist Holocaust survivors is SO small (around 5), and I have seen every single one of them repeatedly tokenized by antisemites so much, that I'm familiar with the name and face of each. The man in this vid is Hajo Meyer, who died in 2014. He couldn't possibly make any comments about Hamas' massacre on Oct 7, 2023 and the war in Gaza since, unless this "media company" has managed to somehow contact the afterlife. Here's a screenshot from Google, showing a recent re-upload of this vid to IG:

And here's a very brief bio, mentioning his date of death:

I'm guessing that "media company" didn't name him, or specify the date out of the vid, because it didn't want people to know the guy was dead, and the views he expressed were pre-Hamas' massacre.

Hajo Meyer was, without a doubt, an anti-Zionist. But would he still be using this rhetoric after Oct 7, after the biggest massacre of Jews since the Holocaust, after better understanding the kind of threat that Israel and Jews worldwide (since Hamas has tried to target Jews in European countries as well, including in the Netherlands, where Meyer lived) are facing from this genocidal terrorist organization ruling Gaza? IDK. I'd like to think he would be better than to continue distorting the Holocaust through this false comparison, but I can't say for sure, and I'm not about to claim that I do, putting words in his mouth just to exploit a dead Holocaust survivor. The fact that the anti-Israel crowd would continue to tokenize (meaning, exploit) a dead survivor like that, as if anyone could know for sure that Meyer would continue to toe the same line, just shows there really is no moral low they can't stoop to.

And here I wanna emphasize how wrong this antisemitic practice is, tokenizing Jews. Because no marginalized group is immune to the hatred spread against it, there will ALWAYS be some of its members, who will internalize and embrace poison aimed at it. There were gay Nazis (the notorious Ernest Roehm was the highest ranking one) and we also have contemporary gay neo-Nazis. So, should we use them in order to pretend that Nazi ideology is not homophobic? That it didn't harm hundreds of thousands of gay people? No, we know that the overwhelming majority of gay people suffered due to it, and would insist that Nazism IS homophobic. So, using those few exceptions to ignore (and embolden) the homophbia of this ideology, ends up being homophobic in itself. Embracing the unrepresentative few over the representative, mainstream majority of a marginalized group in "exonerating" what the group says is hateful and harmful towards it, ends up being hateful and harmful in itself.

And that's what people who only listen to the few anti-Zionist Holocaust survivors are doing. They're basically saying, "Listen to Holocaust survivors!" but they mean only the few who say what the anti-Israel movement does. All the other survivors they ignore, dismiss, silence or even erase.

They're ignoring the voices of the overwhelming majority of Holocaust survivors who WERE (and are) Zionist. Who do not agree with this distorted narrative. Yad Vashem estimates that two thirds of Holocaust survivors came to Israel at the end of WWII, and many more supported Israel even when they chose to settle elsewhere. Just recently, we had a group of 870 American survivors (along with their descendants, altogether 2,500 Jews) thank Biden for standing with Israel after the Hamas massacre. These anti-Israel haters are also erasing the survivors who were themselves targeted on Oct 7, whether threatened, kidnapped, injured or murdered (I've talked about several in my posts on this blog). This anti-Israel mob is exploiting Hajo Meyer even in ignoring that if he had been alive and present in Israel, even just to visit a friend or family member, he would have been targeted, too. These haters are ignoring survivors who said that what Hamas has done is similar to what the Nazis did (I've talked about several of them in my posts on this blog, too. All can be found in my Israel tag).

It is unconscionable, to treat most Holocaust survivors like they don't count, and only see a (literal) handful of anti-Zionist ones as if they do. And it certainly does NOT show the respect the anti-Israel haters imply survivors are owed, through the demand that we all defer to the opinion of the survivors, but ONLY the few anti-Zionist ones.

All that said, off the top of my head, here's a small number of HUGE differences between the Holocaust, and the Israeli-Arab conflict, and anyone ignoring them IS guilty of distorting the Holocaust.

-> The Holocaust did NOT start due to Jews repeatedly murdering Germans on German soil, in an attempt to keep Germans down and prevent them from establishing self rule in the German ancestral land. The Holocaust was completely unprovoked, unjustified and one-sided. Every oppressive measure taken by the Nazis against the Jews, was motivated by antisemitism, and was NOT a reaction to Jewish anti-German terrorism, that the Nazis had to protect their German citizens from. Speaking of unprovoked, unjustified and for a very long time one-sided, that describes the Arab anti-Jewish violence that preceded the establishment of the State of Israel by almost 100 years. But Jewish self-defense in this conflict, which only started about 50 years after said violence began, was provoked, was justified, was a response to what was done to the Jews first.

-> The Holocaust did NOT consist of Jews on German soil collaborating militarily with several Jewish countries surrounding Germany, with the goal of these combined Jewish armies invading and wiping it off the map, in order to prevent German self rule. Guess what the Arabs did to the Jews...

-> The Holocaust did NOT entail repeated German efforts to find a solution for how Jews and Germans could live together on the same land. In pre-state Israel, Jews did try repeatedly to reach an understanding that would allow Jews and Arabs to peacefully share (and co-exist in) the Jewish ancestral land.

-> When Jews finally started rebelling against the Nazis, they did NOT try to get as many Jewish civilians as possible killed. On the contrary, the outbreak of the most famous Jewish revolt, the one in the Warsaw Ghetto, was postponed until the Nazis entered, and the Jewish fighters believed this to be the final 'liquidation' of the ghetto (meaning, the deportation and extermination of the roughly 60,000 Jews still alive there). Only then did they fight back, because (in their own words), they did not want their decision to rebel to cost another Jew "even one hour of life." Compare that to how Hamas has been using Palestinian civilians as human shields. Or even to the Arab leadership back in 1948, which did not hesitate in risking or displacing the entire Arab population in the Land of Israel, in favor of fighting what they called "an extermination war" against the Jews.

-> The Holocaust did NOT see a single day where Germans worked en masse to try and alleviate the suffering of Jews, whether by providing them with humanitarian aid, or by moving them to areas where they would be safe from death. That's in direct contrast to Israel's efforts to make Palestinians' lives better, whether through humanitarian aid, work permits in Israel that guarantee a higher salary and better social rights, medical treatments, warnings when a terrorist target is about to be struck, etc.

-> The Holocaust was NOT supposed to end with even one Jew alive at the end of it. The Germans were going for total extermination of the Jewish people. All Jews who had German citizens were stripped of it in 1935, even before the most murderous parts of this genocide commenced. In contrast, Israel did NOT seek to kill all Arabs, there were many calls for Arabs not to flee Israel and the war which the Arab leadership had started, at the end of the war Israel gave citizenship to 150,000 Arabs who did not leave and did not take arms against Jews, and there was even an offer for tens of thousands of Arabs to return (Weitzmann presented it to the UN), if they do so peacefully. Just a few thousands accepted that offer, but those who did, got citizenship and land.

-> The Nazis were so eager to kill every Jew, that they came to the conclusion they HAD to industrialize their genocide of the Jewish people. That's why they built extermination camps with gas chambers at their core. Auschwitz alone could, on certain days, kill about 20,000 people. No Jew was meant to leave those camps alive. The crematoria were mass murder factories. ANY crime that you want to compare to the Holocaust specifically, you have to show that it includes this industrialization element. Currently, NO GENOCIDE, no matter how horrific, has. And God help us all, I hope it stays that way (this is one of the reasons why the Holocaust mustn't be distorted or minimized. We can't prevent something from happening, if we don't understand what HAS happened, and that we're trying to stop from being repeated). There is not a SINGLE thing in the history of the Israeli-Arab conflict that comes CLOSE to being an industrialized form of massacre. Even the brutality of Hamas on Oct 7, the single bloodiest day in the history of this conflict for either side, doesn't come close.

-> While there are still Jews around, meaning the Holocaust as conceptualized by the Nazis failed, it was so deadly, that it DID lead to the murder of around 70-80% of the Jews living under the Nazi occupation over a short number of years. Even more than 80 years after the end of the Holocaust, Jews have not recovered demographically. Meanwhile, the Palestinian population has increased by about 10 times since Israel's Independence War. But let's say people wanna claim that just this current war is comparable to the Holocaust. There are presently around 7 million Arabs in the territories of the Jewish ancestral land, of which about 2 million are Israeli citizens. I'm gonna go with the anti-Israel narrative for a second, which claims ALL of them are occupied and oppressed by Israel (even though they're not). In order for the ruin of Palestinians to be indeed on the same level, that would mean 70-80% of them would have to be murdered by Israel during the war. Let's go with the lower percent, so it's easier for the anti-Israel crowd to reach the number of deaths that would support their claim. To have killed 70% of 7 million, that would mean Israel would have to kill 4.9 million Arabs in this so-called "genocide." Even if we exclude Israeli Arabs, and only focus on the 5 million Palestinians living in areas where the Israeli army currently operates (imagine the German Nazis allowing Jews safety inside Germany, and only killing them outside it *eyeroll*), that would mean at least 3.5 million Palestinians killed. But after almost 5 months of this war, the number of Palestinian fatalities, as claimed by Hamas, is around 30,000 people (I'm putting aside the fact that at least 12,000 are Hamas terrorists). The gap between what is happening, and what people who make this false comparison are implying is happening, is incomprehensible.

Sorry for the length, but I hope this is helpful!

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

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ghoulette-knell · 7 months

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A Little Bit Tipsy:

Aether x Fem!Reader

You and Aether have some unspoken tension due to being so close to him throughout the Prequelle tour. A little bit of alcohol proves to loosen your tongue.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Drunk/High Sex; Friends to Lovers; Soft!Dom Aether; Hair-Pulling; Marking; Animalistic Sex (honestly from all of the sexual tension); Oral (male receiving); Dirty Talk; Fingering (female receiving); No Protection; Biting.

Word Count: 5,566

You and Aether, your best friend, were a little bit tipsy. Yeah, a little bit more than tispy...

The tour that Ghost had spent months travelling around the globe had just concluded for the week, so the two of you decided to drink and celebrate the fantastic performances. There had been some unspoken tensions between you and him for a while now, and you were feeling bold tonight. The two of you have been drinking for a few hours now, and although Ghouls had a higher tolerance for most things than humans, the two of you were beginning to feel the affects of the alcohol.

Aether took a small drink of his beer, which was his favourite beverage. His soft, amber eyes glanced at you through his silver mask as a short stream of foam floated down his glass, "I hope the Cardinal doesn't mind us hanging out. It's so deep in the tour at this point. I know the old man hates when we get distracted or take time off practicing.”

“Screw him,” you mumbled tiredly while leaning back against the couch, taking a shot of whiskey while staring off towards the wall, “I’m getting sick of his schedule for us Ghouls. He likes to believe that we don’t have social lives and we are just mindless drones, here to simply perform in his band.”

You had always been a little bit too outspoken when it came to Copia. Even though you were right in what you said, Aether didn't want to say it out loud and risk getting into trouble.

"I don’t think Cardinal Copia is necessarily in the wrong. He just doesn't care about our social lives. The band is all that matters to him."

Aether let out a small laugh, “And I think it's true. We're all replaceable after all."

You couldn't help but wince at Aether's last sentence. You were all replaceable... all of you.

You had been a member of the band when Ifrit was still the lead guitarist before young Sodo had come along. You and Aether both had been around before Copia had even come around, and Terzo had been the frontman, as well as the anti-pope of the ministry. Yet, so many of your friends had been replaced... Ifrit, Pebble, Omega. The list goes on and on.

None of you even knew why they had been replaced. It was simply done at random, which was what made moments like this scary. Would the Cardinal just replace everyone if they pissed him off?

"I don't like to think about that, Aether," you mumbled while leaning forward and grabbing your freshly-rolled joint off the table.

"I know," Aether responded softly, "But that’s why we can't become too careless and get attached. We'll get hurt that way. It's a damn shame that I'm already pretty attached to you. It'll really suck… if anything happens to either of us.”

He took another sip of his beer before speaking again, "Copia loves to remind us that we can be easily replaced. I get it, he likes having an air of authority over us. He likes to manipulate us into feeling grateful that we're in his band.”

"I want to get attached though," you mumbled, almost inaudible as you flicked your lighter to get your blunt lit, "I want to have lifelong friends in this band. I know I have you, but we have to keep our deep friendship a secret. I don't want to get sent back to Hell if I mess up one too many times. I don't want to get separated from you, Aether. That would be a fate worse than death."

His eyebrows raised at your last sentence. "Worst than death?"

You peered into his eyes and nodded. You meant what you said. You wouldn't get sent back to Hell without Aether. It just simply wasn't something that you would let happen. Not even Lucifer could pull you away from the rhythm guitarist.

Aether's mind was suddenly abuzz with countless thoughts. Was she just saying this because she was inebriated? Or was she genuinely implying something else?

He looked away for a moment, a bit embarrassed by his reddened cheeks, before he looked back to you, "Are you drunk?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You hadn't expected this conversation to go in this direction, and honestly, the alcohol was to blame. You rarely let your stressors come afloat, especially around any of the other Ghouls. It was a sign of weakness, and you weren't weak by a longshot. However, you trusted Aether, and the alcohol definitely helped loosen that tongue of yours.

You flicked your tail slightly and took a drag from your blunt, coughing slightly as the smoke hit your lungs, "A little bit, but that doesn't change how I feel about any of this."

Aether seemed surprised by your answer, but you could see in his face that his eyebrow was not raised in judgment at all. Instead, he was taking a good long look at you, as if he was sizing you up. His cheeks were still red, which was a little strange for him.

He laughed softly, not making eye contact with you, "Does that mean you're genuinely afraid of losing me?"

You offered him a hit off of your blunt, unsure about whether or not he would take it. The alcohol was indeed making your tongue a bit looser than normal, but Aether did know how much he meant to you. He had to know how you felt about him.

"Yes. I don't want to ever lose you," you replied without hesitation, "If you got replaced and I was forced to stay in this band without you... I don't know what I would do. Whoever your replacement would be, I would hate them just because they replaced you. You are my best friend."

Aether took the offered joint, still not holding eye contact. This was a new side of you that he had never really seen before. Normally, you would try to hide the fact that you cared about him. You were very stoic whenever it came to things like this.

But tonight, you were telling him. No hiding it. In fact, there was something else there too...

Aether finally met your gaze, taking a long drag from the marijuana before speaking, "You know, you talk about me as if you’re in love with me."

You were completely speechless.

You didn't know how to respond.

Were you in love with Aether? You had always assumed it was some kind of puppy love phase that you were going through, or maybe a way to escape the harsh reality regarding the Satanic ministry that you lived to serve. It was a very stressful atmosphere, after all. Aether always offered a bit of relief, and often grounded you during moments like this.

"You act as if that's a surprise," you whispered after a few seconds, expelling smoke from your mouth and taking a few sips from your alcoholic beverage that sat on the coffee table.

You brain was beginning to buzz, which made your eyes slowly relax and sag.

Aether sat in silence for a couple of seconds. When he finally did speak, it was only to ask a single question. One that he had never asked before. One that had remained unspoken for so, so long.

"Do you love me?"

You licked your lips nervously and adverted your gaze down to the carpeted floor below. Suddenly, you were feeling shy and bashful.

Some thoughts you'd had about this exact moment began to eat at your stomach; scratching at it like a wild, caged animal. What if he wouldn't like you back?

You could handle the rejection. If that was the scenario, that would be manageable. Just swallow your sadness and pride, and keep going on with life as if it never happened. What you couldn't handle was a confession leading to awkwardness, and inevitably the end of your precious friendship with Aether.

This confession was beyond what you ever believed you could say to the other Ghoul.

“I suppose I do, yeah. I do love you, Aether.”

You took another sip of your drink, trying to advert your attention away from that risky confession. The alcohol was beginning to cause a vague cloud of haze to envelop your brain as you sat and waited for his response.

It was an agonizing wait. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

Aether finally closed his eyes, his cheeks a bright shade of red. His lips curled up into a tiny smile; his little fangs poking from his lips. He couldn't help but feel his heart swell in his chest, even though you weren't exactly looking at him right now.

His breath grew a little bit shaky when he finally spoke up again, but he was still a bit shy to make eye contact for now, "And you're sure this isn't just the drinking talking?"

You slowly brought your eyes back up to meet Aether’s, and shook your head, “You’ve known me for almost a year now, Aether. You have to know how I’ve felt about you all this time.”

Aether hadn’t said he loved you back though. Was he procrastinating? Did he not want to hurt your feelings? Why hadn’t he said it back yet?

His cheeks had grown even redder now. You'd certainly never seen him blush this much before. He laughed a little bit, his eyes now locked with yours, "I guess I thought this might have been a drunk confession... But I should have had a little more faith in you. My apologies."

Finally, he took a deep breath. He couldn't help the feeling of his heart beating so fast in his chest. He finally managed to say it.

"I love you too."

The instant relief that hit your body was unreal. The mix between the adrenaline rush over admitting your love to Aether, as well as the alcohol was slowly sinking away as those three perfect words left the Ghoul’s lips.

“Now it’s my turn to ask… that’s not just the booze talking, right?” you whispered, your cheeks flushing red to perfectly match the shade of red that was on Aether’s cheeks.

Aether couldn't do anything except chuckle. If anything, he was a little bit surprised that you would ask if this was just the alcohol speaking.

"Oh no, this is totally the booze talking," he said jokingly, only to be interrupted by a soft laugh. The colour had drained for your face, as you hadn’t realized off the bat that this was a joke.

The ghoul then quickly closed the distance between you two, making eye contact with you before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"No, I'm definitely not drunk… well, I'm a little drunk, but I feel this way sober too. I do love you, and I'm so glad you feel the same about me."

You leaned into his touch immediately. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were almost certain that Aether could hear it.

You couldn’t help it, though. Aether made you flustered no matter what he was doing.

Your cheeks flushed brighter as his lips grazed your forehead; your face turning upwards.

Your lips were only inches away from each other. You could feel Aether’s breath on your face; smell the beer on his breath. You could physically see the drunken desire beginning to cloud over his eyes.

“Are you sober enough to consent to me kissing you?” you asked huskily; your hand cupping his cheek in a loving, yet desirable manner.

Aether was certainly not used to the way you were acting right now. The way that you were leaning into him. Your hand cupping his cheek. The way that your lips were just inches away from his. This was different than usual.

"Am I sober enough?" he smirked, his own hands tracing up to your waist, one wrapping around it and pulling you closer, "I'm not sure. You should probably kiss me just to check. Just to make sure."

You exhaled and leaned forward, the multiple shots of whisky guiding your every move. You felt as if you could start crying from sheer happiness over this moment! This was beyond anything you ever believed could happen. Your lips sheepishly brushed against his; your heart leaping into you throat. Your claws slowly crept around and gripped at Aether's neck as you finally pressed your lips fully onto his. No brushing. No teasing. Right to the point.

Your kisses were certainly a lot more passionate than Aether was used to. It was almost as if you had lost yourself in some kind of trance. Your hands were holding him very tightly, your lips pressed firmly against his. Your lips were very soft and your breath was sweet; a hint of whisky combining with the scent of toothpaste.

The ghoul was surprised at the way that you took the initiative, but you could almost see a glint in his eyes as he kissed you back.

While moaning, you nibbled hungrily on his lips as your kisses quickly morphed into something more hungry… more passionate. Tongues dancing together, you slowly began to climb into Aether's lap, pushing him deeper into the couch. Your breath was coming out in ragged, lustful gasps as you would occasionally abandon the Ghoul's lips for a breath of air. That was rare though. Aether's lips were like the fountain of youth that you had been searching for your entire life. You didn't want to leave it ever again.

"You taste so good," you groaned while sucking on his bottom lip; a mischievous look in your eyes.

Your kisses were certainly making Aether feel things that he had never felt before in his entire life. Never mind the fact that all of this was coming from you—little, shy (Y/N). To see you taking such a brazen initiative was exciting.

As you abandoned his lips again for a breath of air, he chuckled softly, "I love how hungry you are for me right now."

Before you could speak again, Aether grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Your eyes snapped shut as a small moan left your lips. A chuckle left his lips as Aether pulled roughly on my hair, eating up your reaction. You could see that the beer was making the usually docile and harmless Ghoul turn into something more. The lust in his eyes was unreal, and it excited you more than you ever knew you were capable of.

"A-Aeth!" you groaned, using the nickname you had given him when the two of us originally met all that time ago.

The Ghoul pulled your hair slightly, angling it to the side so your neck would cock with it. His swollen lips (swollen, from how aggressively you were making out with him only moments ago) immediately began to attack your sensitive flesh, leaving little purple and blue bruises on your pale skin.

Aether's eyes were now completely closed as his mouth worked its way up your neck, forcing the sweetest noises to leave your lips. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his and only his. No one should be allowed the joy of having access to your soft, delicate skin.

"That's a good girl," Aether breathed out softly, moving one of his hands to massage your chest. He squeezed softly at your breasts, causing a breath to hitch in your throat. "You love when I mark your flesh, am I right?"

You leaned back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while adjusting the weight on the rhythm guitarist's lap.

"Y-Yes. I want all the others to know I belong to you," you whispered, your words slightly slurring together thanks to your drunken state, as well as the lust that was pooling in your abdomen, "I l-love when you mark me!"

As he slowly continued caressing your chest, he leaned forward and moved his mouth back to your neck.

"I'm glad you want to belong to me," he murmured, "Now… show me how much you love me."

Your stomach clenched in excitement.

You knew exactly what Aether wanted.

He wanted your mouth.

You slowly kissed his lips one more time; savouring his taste. Then, you slipped off of his lap and got onto your knees on the floor; staring up at the Ghoul in desire. You rested your face on his thigh while squeezing it softly with your hand, "Tell me what you want, then."

Aether had a smug look on his face now. He sat there comfortably, leaning back on the couch, not expecting you to fall to your knees and do as he asked. It was such a sharp contrast from the timid, shy girl you were at first. Now, he could really tell that his words had had an effect on your behaviour. You were certainly behaving as someone completely different right now.

He smirked down at you, his voice laced with excitement, as he responded, "I want to be worshipped."

You purred and allowed your hands to drift upwards towards his belt, "Oh, I can worship you, that's for sure."

You quickly unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants. You could immediately see his white boxers which were holding your prize. You carefully pawed at them to lightly tease the Ghoul, earning a few grunts from his lips. You could already see the blood beginning to pool in his cock, which was only separated from you by that thin fabric.

Aether let out a sharp gasp suddenly as your cold hand dove into his boxers; grasping his cock lightly. As soon as you did, he could feel a rush of heat pool through his body. Your touch was making him feel very hot and tingly. Every inch of his body was pulsing with excitement from your touch.

He let out another soft moan as he watched you completely pull his boxers away, forcing them down to his knees. “You're definitely making me feel like a God right now…"

You giggled innocently while batting your eyelashes up at him as you got a good look at what he was concealing. Your mouth watered slightly; your eyes never leaving his dick.

"I'll worship you more than I worship Lucifer himself, my sweet Aether," you whispered while placing your hands delicately upon his thighs, "I don't care what punishments await me for saying that. You are all I live for, and all I die for."

Aether felt his breath grow hot and heavy.

You leaned on him while carefully grasping his dick in your palm; teasingly stroking it. Your vision was hazy and dark, yet even though you were as drunk as physically possible right now, you knew you wanted this. Aether wanted it too. This was written in the stars. The two of you were handpicked by Lucifer to be a part of the Emeritus ministry, and you were handpicked to be life partners. This was all beyond your understanding, and neither of you were against this.

Aether's eyes were clouded with unbridled lust as he watched you begin to pleasure him,

"Open up, sweetheart," he purred while stroking the side of your face with gentle fingers, "I want to see what else your mouth can do besides sing pretty notes."

Like the obedient Ghoul you were, you complied without hesitation. You firmly grasped Aether's shaft, and slowly licked up the length; from his balls to his tip.

Aether closed his eyes at the sensation, his entire being humming with arousal. He let out a soft moan, his fingers twitching slightly.

Your tongue then began to swirl around Aether’s sensitive flesh, “Mmm,” you mumbled while puckering your lips and lightly peppering kisses across the head of his dick; sucking lightly, “You look like you’re enjoying this.”

Aether shivered at the light suction combined with your tongue swirling around his cock; the shaft beginning to twitch impatiently. He gasped, unable to speak, his hips beginning to move involuntarily.

“Yeah... I am."

As his hips began to move, you knew that you had Aether wrapped around your finger. The Ghoul was so sensative to touch right now, thanks to the alcohol that the two of you had drank, and your lips felt like the most enticing experience in the world. So, you kept going.

You giggled lightly, finally taking Aether completely into your mouth; the tip grazing across your uvula. You gagged slightly, but didn’t let up.

You secretly hoped that Aether wouldn’t face fuck you right now with all the whiskey slushing around in your stomach… it would be a huge turn off to puke all over his dick.

Aether's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned loudly. He couldn't believe how good this felt. His hands tangled into your hair, holding you close while his hips bucked against the other Ghoul's face.

You sputtered and placed your hands on Aether’s thighs, coming up for a breath. As you gasped for air, a stream of drool trickled down your lips, causing his dick to twitch at the mere sight of you.

“Fuckkkk, you’re so hot,” Aether groaned, his eyes lighting up as he watched you drool, “The way you take my dick is divine.”

A blush flushed over your cheeks at Aether’s words. Some pre-cum was beginning to bead at the tip of the quintessential Ghoul’s tip, and without hesitation, you lightly licked the surface; collecting the salty liquid on your tongue.

A groan left Aether’s mouth at the sight.

“I love making you feel good,” you whispered while taking him back in your mouth again; sloppily bobbing your head up and down on his length.

Aether cried out in pleasure, his back arching as you fully took him into your mouth. His fingers intertwined with your hair, tugging lightly to assist in deepening his thrusts.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he growled while letting out a low groan, "You feel so good wrapped around my cock... oh, fuck!"

It pleased you greatly... those little noises leaving your lover's mouth due to how good you were making him feel. This is all you've wanted for the past year of knowing the rhythm guitarist. You'd wanted to make him feel good, and hear these little words of encouragement flow from his lips. You were in heaven right now.

"Good boy," you whispered while gasping for air; saliva and pre-cum mix beginning to dribble down your swollen lips, "I love when you moan for me. Do I make you feel good?"

Another groan left Aether's lips at your dirty words; his cock twitching irritably, "You do… You make me feel so good, sweetheart. No mouth can compare to yours."

That was true. You were good with your mouth, sure, but there were also other factors that made this feel good for the Ghoul. The bond you two shared.

This wasn't just some drunken one-night stand. This was the combination of two twin flames… two soul mates. This was fate being decided, and that made everything you did feel so much better than even Aether was anticipating.

You lightly kissed the tip of Aether's cock before dipping your head back onto it.

You moaned reflexively on his length, the vibrations causing immense pleasure to assault the older Ghoul's cock. Aether cried out once more, his hips jerking forward as he felt your throat tighten around him.

You could tell the quintessential Ghoul was beginning to get close. The way Aether was beginning to thrust his dick into your throat, as if he was getting ready to hit his peak was a telltale sign.

You continued to sloppily pleasure your friend's cock, certain to help Aether reach his orgasm. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you felt Aether's fingers tangle through your hair.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" the Ghoul wheezed, his whole body growing stiff and rigid as he came. You reflexively gagged around the length getting shoved down your throat, as well as the steaming-hot liquid rushing towards your gut.

Aether slumped backwards on the couch, his chest aggressively rising and falling as your mouth slowly slipped from his dick.

You coughed lightly, some of Aether's cum streaming from your lips and onto the carpet below.

You fell from your knees and onto your ass, wiping the cum from your face with the back of your wrist; the cloudy liquid sticking to your flesh.

"You're not tired yet, right?" you asked, your voice hoarse from the intense blowjob that you had just given Aether.

Aether chuckled, his eyes soft as he stared down at you. He ran a hand through your hair and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "If you're still okay with continuing, then I am, sweetheart."

A groan left your throat, which sounded slightly like a purr, "Yeah, I want to keep going."

That was all Aether needed to hear. He shakily got to his feet and picked you up carefully from underneath your arms, hoisting you onto the couch.

Aether softly cupped your cheek with his hand, slowly capturing your lips in his. He could taste himself on your lips which had his dick springing back to life once again. He pushed you lightly against the back of the couch and began to feverishly remove your shirt. His arousal was peaking again, which made you grow increasingly excited.

You allowed the Ghoul to remove your shirt, exposing your cute, black bra. Aether was practically drooling at the sight of your supple, pale flesh.

Aether effortlessly unclasped your bra; his lips never leaving yours. You shivered slightly, your top half now fully exposed to the Ghoul, as well as to the chilling temperature of the room. Goosebumps appeared on your flesh, causing a low chuckle to leave Aether's throat.

"Goddamn, you're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered while carefully squeezing your breast into the palm of his hand, "I... am obsessed with you."

A blush ferociously flooded your cheeks, a moan threatening to leave your lips as Aether kneaded into your breasts lovingly, "You're just drunk. That's the alcohol talking," you murmured, grabbing the shaft of his cock with your hand, pumping it slowly.

A small groan left Aether's lips as you began to pump him, his left hand trailing down to begin unzipping your pants, "Trust me, this isn't the alcohol talking, honey. I have been obsessed with you, your personality... everything, ever since I met you. If this is the alcohol, then I'm chronically drunk."

You couldn't stop the small smirk from taking over your lips. You pushed your lips to his one more time, inhaling his scent as he pushed your pants and underwear off your legs, "You should go to alcohol's anonymous."

Aether rolled his eyes in amusement, twisting your nipple roughly in between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure from your lips, "Shush. Not funny."

"It's a little funny," you argued while leaning back on the couch, your legs opening for the Ghoul.

Your mind was still foggy from pleasure as the Ghoul positioned himself in between your legs. You gasped, Aether's middle finger slowly stroking up your wet folds; your body shuddering from the sudden pleasure.

"You like that?" he murmured lowly while slowly stretching your leaking hole with two of his digits, moans spilling from your lips, "Does that feel good?"

"Y-Yes," you moaned slightly as Aether began to stroke your clit with his thumb. Slow and antagonizing movements... waves of pleasure.

Aether continued this teasing for a little bit longer, absolutely eating up the little noises coming from your lips. His fingers were almost pruned by the time he was rubbing his tip against your clenching hole.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered while teasingly pushing the tip of his dick into your cunt, "What do you want me to do to you?"

You were suddenly bashful; your cheeks flushed with emotions. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, you nodded up at him; locking eyes with him, "I... want you to fuck me, Aeth."

There was a hint of an impatient tone in your voice. It made sense though with all of Aether's teasing, and for how long the two of you have had all this built-up tension. The two of you have wanted this for a very long time.

Without hesitation, Aether leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You shook with anticipation as he lined his cock up with your hole before slowly pushing inside.

You hissed in mild discomfort from the stretch. Although you were plenty aroused and stretched due to Aether's fingering, it still wasn't painless.

Aether hesitated after sensing discomfort from you, "You okay?" he whispered, holding back the urge to buck his hips forward.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you whispered while carefully grappling at the couch below, trying to hold on and ground yourself, "You can move. I'm fine."

Aether hesitated a moment more, but then slowly began to thrust in and out. Very slowly.

It was probably a good thing that the Ghoul had waited and moved like he did. Although you were confident you were okay, he made 100% sure that was true, and it was worth it.

Little moans began to escape your lips as the quintessential Ghoul began to pick up speed. He moaned, leaning into your chest as he moved in and out of your tight heat, his eyes slammed shut in pleasure.

"(Y/N)! F-Fuck! You feel so good!" Aether growled animalistically while abruptly pulling out and slamming back in, groaning into your ear.

You screamed in pleasure as Aether began to slam into your pussy; the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your sharp claws scratched and tore at Aether's back as he had his way with your cunt.

"A-Aeth! Faster! Harder!" you begged, drool dribbling down your lips from the sheer pleasure that your precious friend was giving to you, "I need you, n-now! Oh, fuck!"

As you begged Aether to ravage you, his movements began to speed up. Hips slapping against hips, he positioned his arm underneath your leg and propped it up on his shoulder, giving him more range to fuck you senseless.

"You like that, huh?" Aether asked breathlessly as he watched himself disappear in your heat, his heart hammering in his chest, "You like how I feel inside of you?"

Your fangs dug into his shoulder; his flesh absorbing the lewd sounds reverberating from your throat as he cut through me like a hot butter to a knife.

It sounded like you screamed 'yes' to the quintessential Ghoul's question, but he wasn't for sure.

A sudden scream erupted from your throat as Aether's dick slammed into your G-spot; the friction causing him to shudder from pleasure, "Oh, Lucifer!" he wheezed, digging his own fangs into your shoulder as he continued to pile drive your cunt.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" you howled into Aether's ear; your knees growing weak from the pleasure. It was a good thing you were lying on the couch, otherwise, you may have fallen from how weak your knees were at this point.

If it was even possible, Aether's thrusts began to grow wilder and wilder as more screams and moans left your mouth. Your pussy was making a wet, squelching sound, which proved to Aether that you weren't faking it.

Your moans were sharp and high-pitched; your toes curled as wave after wave of pleasure began to cause your abdomen to heat up. The sensation was almost too much for you to bear.

"A-Aeth, I think... I'm gonna cum!" you wheezed breathlessly, tears streaming from your eyes from the pleasure.

Aether shuddered as your walls began to clench around his cock, threatening to milk him dry. He was determined to take you over the edge, "T-Take my cum! Take it all!"

Without hesitation, he pushed all the way to the hilt. Your head rolled backwards, a string of incoherent words streaming from your lips as you felt Aether's cum coat your pussy. You came at the same time, a fiery pleasure coating your abdomen as you squeezed the cum from Aether's length.

"Fuck! FUCK!" you howled, latching onto Aether's shoulder with your fangs once more.

The two of you laid like that for a little while, just trying to catch your breath as you both came down from the pleasure high. You could taste blood. Looking down, you realized you had penetrated Aether's skin with your fangs drawing blood.

"Oh, shit. Are you okay?" you whispered while grabbing your discarded shirt; dabbing the blood away with the material, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

His lips met yours, a small chuckle leaving his lips, "Honey, I don't care. I don't even feel it. You made me feel the best that I ever have before. You could hit me with a car and I wouldn't bat an eye."

You giggled at how silly Aether was; savouring your kiss for as long as you could before slowly pushing the rhythm guitarist's cock from your gaping hole, "You're so dramatic."

"Maybe it's the alcohol?" Aether joked while covering yours and his naked bodies with a large blanket.

"Shut up," you mumbled while snuggling into his side; embracing your sweet companion like your life depended on it, "It's definitely the alcohol..."

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evermoredeluxe · 29 days

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If there's anything recent events have shown me, it's that a large percent of this fandom doesn't perceive her as an actual human being. From the Vienna thing to demanding Rep TV to be released, she always has to be "doing something" to be enough, and spoiler alert: if everything she's been doing isn't already good enough for them, it's never going to be. I just don't understand the kind of entitlement you'd have to demand an artist to openly speak about a planned terrorist attack while they're still actively on that very tour or begging for a new album literally 4 months after a double drop (which is technically 2 or even 3 albums by regular artist's standard) and a 3.5-hour world tour which she's been going for nearly 2 years.

I also wish more people would give her not only the benefit of the doubt that her silence is out of necessity and not a lack of care (literally so, so stupid?), but also the empathy that she herself was also a victim in this whole thing. Vienna fans, as disappointed as it must've been (and I'm not trying to make light of their pain), get to go home and be safe. She and everyone on the tour have to keep doing their job while still being extremely conscious of the possible threats. It's insane to me that she literally has to spell out that "Your need for acknowledgment and social media activism is not more important than my and my employees along with half a million people's safety".

it’s been like this for a couple years! i remember when the anti-hero mv came out and she literally had to change a scene because fans made her feel that struggles are traumatic for them. and of course i understand triggers, but you can’t demand that a person not talk about their experience for you, and not to mention a lot of it was just a bandwagon. all of this was so ironic because she literally posted a video saying that she doesn’t feel like a real human being.

and just little instances like this make me feel so upset because why are you not able to empathize with a person you supposedly love?

also, your second paragraph hit the nail on the head. i have never once questioned her dedication to fans. people love to treat her like she’s dumb, but more often than not, the reality is that she knows better because she’s the one who sees all the threats and potential dangers, not us. she is the one in-charge and she knows that it comes with immense responsibility. so idk lets trust her.

#anonymous #replies

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afeelgoodblog · 1 year

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The Best News of Last Week - July 25, 2023

If you're ready to "paws" for a moment of joy and laughter, read through stories that'll leave you feeling inspired. It's time to fetch some happiness, one headline at a time!

1. Missouri Gov. Mike Parson signs bill outlawing pelvic exams on unconscious patients without consent

A little-known practice that allowed medical students to perform pelvic and other intimate exams on unconscious patients without their consent is now banned in Missouri after action taken Thursday by Missouri Gov. Mike Parson.

2. Indonesia market caves to pressure, ends dog, cat meat trade

Authorities on Friday announced the end of the “brutally cruel” dog and cat meat slaughter at a notorious animal market on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi following a years-long campaign by local activists and world celebrities. An anti-animal cruelty group will move the remaining live dogs and cats from the slaughterhouse to sanctuaries

3. Colorado food bank receives donation from Taylor Swift. She has been donating to food banks across the country during her "Eras Tour."

Taylor Swift made a donation to Food Bank of the Rockies on Friday before playing two sold-out stadium concerts in Denver.

Food Bank of the Rockies announced Swift's donation and said it will allow it to purchase food for 75,000 meals.

4. Earth’s atmosphere can clean itself, groundbreaking research finds

Researchers at the University of California, Irvine, have found that a strong electric field between airborne water droplets and surrounding air can create a molecule called hydroxide (OH) by a previously unknown mechanism.

This molecule is crucial in helping to clear the air of pollutants, including greenhouse gases and other chemicals.

5. US woman, 55, searching for long-lost Singaporean pen pal, 56, reconnects with him after 30 years

The pair started exchanging letters way back in 1983 when they were still in their teens, but lost contact after 10 years of correspondence.

Now 55 years old, Kelly is eager to reconnect with Cheng, and has been actively searching for him via appeals on social media.

6. ‘Intuitive’ pet who ‘hears’ for deaf owner named National Cat of the Year

An “intuitive” cat who helps his deaf owner by alerting her to sounds around the house has won a national award.

Zebby was named Cats Protection’s National Cat of the Year 2023 in recognition of the way he supports owner Genevieve Moss, 66, by alerting her to noises like the phone ringing or a guest at the door.

7. Australian sailor and his dog survive two months at sea

An Australian sailor who survived two months in the Pacific Ocean by eating raw fish and drinking rainwater is "stable and very well", a doctor says.

Sydney resident Tim Shaddock, 51, and his dog Bella left Mexico for French Polynesia in April, but their boat was damaged by a storm several weeks later. They were rescued by a trawler this week after a helicopter spotted them.

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I've been a fan of your music long enough to remember when you used to identify as trans fem. what's it been like circling back around to that and figuring out your identity now that you're doing it sort of in the public eye?

honestly it’s been nicer this time around. i sense a kindred spirit in every trans woman i talk to and it’s really lovely hearing from those who related to my music and figured out their own identity through that. it’s giving me a space where i know i will be accepted. i still boymode pretty often on the road and before tour was nearly always boymoding… there’s almost a safety on stage but despite being literally a performance it feels more real than when i’m not presenting fem. i’ve also now been girlmode out in public a lot after shows and not attracted any negative attention which is nice. even when there was an alt right harassment campaign against the band account they were gendering me correctly.

years ago it was much tougher for me, wearing feminine clothes at random diy shows or whatever. it was often in spaces that were anti transphobia on paper but did nothing to enforce against transmisogyny in practice. even in explicitly queer spaces i felt outcast. online was even harsher - which is really what made me increasingly scared to present fem as there were more and more eyes on me. there were many many trans women i looked up to a lot then but i felt they were so much braver than me. being nonbinary and vaguely “masculine” became a shield at the cost of being called a dude or a guy or just assumed to be male absolutely constantly, and after enough of it i kinda just didn’t want to show my face anywhere… the irony of having made what many considered to be iconic transfem music while feeling so closeted myself was honestly insulting.

with the recent album release and tour it kinda hit a breaking point because i knew a big wave of misgendering was coming if i wasn’t just honest with myself and everyone else. even saying she/they was softening the blow a bit. lots of people just stuck with they. and plenty of writers & critics still seem blissfully unaware that there is anything queer about me or my band or are simply too scared to write about it, idk. but i feel like i’ve come out of my shell a good bit. i’m not just playing shows, i’ve been able to socialize and party on off days and speak my mind more freely and dress in a way that makes me feel pretty. it’s really like flipping a switch - not just for me, but everybody else. EVERYONE treats me differently when i girlmode and i love it so so much, i feel like others are more willing to open up and to treat me with kindness and (respectfully) compliment my appearance and i feel like women (cis and trans) relate to me more, which is a whole lot better than feeling like i relate to nobody most of the time. it’s an entirely different set of social scripts that just feel so much more “right” to me, so much easier for me to embody, than the male social scripts. i know a lot of people feel like gender is bullshit and bad inherently and good for them but for me that mentality was a way to hide it think. i feel absolutely liberated in embracing femininity! :) thank you for the lovely question, i have so much to say on this

#asks

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dykepuffs · 1 year

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I want to argue that Dracula is the first work of Nokiawave.

-It's heavily concerned with new technology which drives the plot: Telegrams between everyone being collated into the text, Dr Seward's audiolog on the phonograph which Mina types up, mass transit in the form of both trains and Tube, steamships (and specifically the contrast between steam and sail) and loads of minor examples.

-It's concerned with new social technologies and social change: Mina is a typist, a respectable modern job for a young middle-class woman. Jon is a clerk and is working in an exciting emerging market. Dr Seward uses all the modern methods and keeps up with theory and scientific developments. Lucy is pleased to have plenty of male friends, not just to be seeking to marry. And it contrasts this with both the "good" Old Ways - The helpful, hopeless, peasants who give Jon his anti-vampire icon, the "broad minded" but also clearly steeped in superstition Van Helsing - and the "bad" Old Ways - Obviously, Dracula and also the enslaved Roma (Who, oh god, I I have to write about them in the context of Romanian chattel slavery of Roma, which was technically abolished in stages throughout the 2nd half of the 19th century, but where emancipation came with enforced sedentarism and obligation to a landowner - And where many remained enslaved in all practical terms into the C20th, and specifically in Transylvania the effects of Maria Theresia's Four Decrees that were still in effect that meant they would both be indentured to a landowner as "new farmers" and their children would be kidnapped by the state and given to white families for "reeducation" - but most people analysing the text seem to treat them as willingly Evil Minions).

-It's full of the anxieties about what Eastern and Southern Europe will do as they "modernise and open" (ie become financially and culturally available to the West) and specifically the fear of the Rich Slavic* Oligarch (to a certain kind of British mind, anyone east of Berlin and north of Athens is Slavic, sigh) spreading their malign influence in the Capital Cities of the West. Even the touch that Dracula was once a warlord but is now a slick investor and man-about-town.

-It has lots of continent hopping, focusing on the ~local colour~ in Transylvania and the contrast between both the "superstitious" locals and the traveller who finds it all very quaint and interesting but not very serious, and between the poverty of the normal people and the wealth and seclusion of Dracula, and then likewise giving us whistle-stop tours of the interesting bits of Whitby and London, making the city as much of a character as the humans. The Westerner abroad is seen as just a natural phenomenon, but the foreigners* in Britain are notable and exotic.

- It has a mysterious superweapon/monster which is hidden around a big western capital city, where most people (and even the police and regular military) have no idea what it is and are powerless to stop it, and a lot of tension lies on the crux of "What happens if this gets out here, surrounded by all these civilians?" - In a way that treats the mythological East* as a natural place for atrocities to occur, but them happening in London is a shock.

-It has spying: Jon sneaking around the locked-up Carfax with his miniature camera, trying to take pictures to find out what Dracula is doing in there, could have absolutely been in a 1990s thriller. Likewise, meeting in Harrods to avoid suspicion because it's a plausible place for a fashionable young lady to be, surrounded by anonymising crowds.

-It has information warfare: Dracula reading up on British politics, studying maps of London, paying clerks and using shell companies to disguise his property acquisitions, and likewise the heroes using the telegram and port records and the sheer mass of paperwork generated by his activities to track Dracula, which feels like close kin to the Nokiawave staples of finding someone on cctv or by their credit card, or their car registration being flagged at a checkpoint. Jonathan lamenting the lack of an Ordnance Survey in Europe and the unmapped bits of Transylvania specifically really fits with the idea of the "Control Grid" posited by Gregory Flaxman who writes a lot about surveillance and information control in cinema.

-It has a team of both specialists and laypeople who were dragged into the action by circumstance, and much relies on their relationships. The laypeople's "unimportant" skills (Jonathan's knowledge of property and finance especially, and Mina's skills with logistics as well as her innovation and bravery in using herself as a conduit to Dracula) turn out to save the day. The team is multi-national and basically represents The Free World (TM), as well as allowing for jokes about national stereotypes.

-Mina being notably not a damsel in distress, but instead using her personal connection to the villain to absolutely ruin him in ways that nobody else could, is very much like the role of many women in Nokiawave films: She may be traumatised and in danger, more than anyone else because of the villain's obsession with her, but she's smart and deadly and willing to take risks to complete the mission.

-It ends with a massive cross-continental vehicle chase with tonnes of explosions.

#dracula daily #dracula

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bobbydagen24 · 4 months

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what do you think about the fan HC idea of Kismet being Branch's Foster Siblings from when he was a kid?

some fans came up with the idea of Kismet having been like Branch's foster siblings following Grandma's death and while I've always thought it wouldn't mesh well with his established backstory.

thinking about it more it could potentially work like I know its not super likely to be made cannon but bare with me lol it could be the first few years following the escape when he was too young to venture on his own Branch was in a home with other displaced kids thanks to Trollstice hence how he met the kismet members.

however maybe when they started their little bad obviously Branch wouldn't join at that point in his life and after a few years when he was a teenager and could live by himself that's when he went to build the bunker by himself in the woods.

and kismet kinda had to give him space eventually given how reclusive he became like when he was in the home he wasn't super social but he deffo got worse over the years I'd imagine. so they went off from the village touring and after the first movie Branch reconnected with them and finally agreed to join the band albeit on the downlow so Poppy didn't know.

so this way he'd have met them as children like a lot of fans wanted but it won't contradict his backstory of refusing to sing back then

and technically it wouldn't contradict Branch's words to his bros in TBT given it could very well still be the case that the kids weren't looked after properly and were mostly left to their own devices given most Pop Trolls just want to have fun.

idk its convoluted for sure lol but personally I like the fan HC of Kismet being like Branch's surrogate Bros and the idea of Branch having been through the Trolls equivalent of the care system gaining hardened overprotective foster siblings that his bio brothers would eventually meet I feel is super cute and interesting to think about.

like imagine an episode of a third tv show that was just foster siblings Kismet visiting Branch but for the first time ever Brozone is there as well and things are very awkward between the two sets of siblings.

with Kismet making passive aggressive Remarks at Bro zone every chance they get and asking Branch about his special interests being smug and Rubbing it in B zone's face how much better they know Branch than they do. tho ironically when it comes to actually listenening to Branch talk about his interests or actually doing them with him both sets of siblings are equally bored out of their minds but try to hide it in front of Branch 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 and threatening to beat Bro zone up if they ever hurt Branch's feelings again.

while pretending to be polite and get along in front of Branch but in the end Branch does Realise the Tension that's been going on between them.

and it turns out Kismet were actually worried that they may be pushed out of their Dorky anti social little foster Bros life now that his "" real family "" have finally come back.

and maybe Bro zone are actually the ones to Reassure them that they don't want that given they appreciate that Branch clearly cares about them a lot.

and the two sets of siblings do call a truce for Branch's sake.

eh I know its not super likely but well they already added 4 never before mentioned siblings into the mix and Branch still has a lot of Grey area in his backstory.

all I'm saying is Branch having overprotective foster siblings is adorable as hell imo and it could technically work in cannon so why not? haha 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

besides Dreamworks ya could do with giving him some posotive additions to his backstory for a change as opposed to just more sad angst.

#trolls #trolls branch #dreamworks trolls #trolls brozone #trolls band together #branch trolls #branch #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls kismet #trolls kismet vs brozone #trolls hc #trolls headcannons #trolls 4 ideas #trolls 4 #trolls third tv show

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can i req some grayson headcanons if thats ok with you pookie <3

grayson head canons

OF COURSE! i literally love him sm (though i'm a jamie). he's such a complex character with so many layers and i'm a sucker for those. if anyone has more requests, feel free to send them to me! hope you like them <3

gray can't stand procrastinators (me) and people who don't make an effort. this dude is working 24/7, like...

he has literally every apple product you can imagine (but he prefers microsoft computers, not macbooks)

he's never had s*x....

he absolutely lovesss cats. he used to have one when he was younger but it died. he ends up getting another one after he marries lyra and has kids

he read smut once and actually thought it was kinda good (xander got excited)

when he plays the piano, he needs a heated bench cause his ass always gets cold

grayson would always check on his brothers on their first day of school (xan and jamie) he wouldn't go up to them, but he'd watch from the shadows to make sure everything was ok.

although he never does, he lovesss sleeping. at the end of a long day, he loves cuddling up with his blankets and resting his head.

he meditates (like he sits with his legs crossed and everything)

he lovesss the nature. sometimes he wakes up early to watch the sunrise (and he watches the sunset most days)

he loves hozier and is secretly a swiftie

his favorite place he's been to is spain. he absolutely loved the food there (as someone who loves travelling and who does it quite often, i reallyyyy want to go there)

he used to take anti-depressants and still does (i'm projecting...)

he used to throw really bad tantrums as a child, like really bad (nash would get so discouraged he'd consider offing himself)

whenever he starts dating lyra (unless he doesn't end up with her...), he always leaves her little post it notes with sweet nothings written on them

gray hates being around people and socializing (obviously) because so many people have tried to use him in the past.

he went to the eras tour in a gray suit (folklore themed) with little leaves on them (the forest on the cover of the album) designed by taylor's designer roberto cavalli (apparently he died today, rest in peace)

he loved cuddles (in bed, on sofas, literally anywhere)

he's a huge fangirl for his favorite ships. like when he reads a scene of one of his favorite couples kissing or confessing he'll literally squeak (he reads romance, fight with the wall)

grayson sometimes makes those aesthetic like 'come get ready with me for the day' but there's no talking. it's like clips of him choosing his outfit, fixing his hair, etc fans go crazy for the clips of him buttoning up his dress shirt and stuff cause they can see his abs. he does them because alisa told him he needed to interact more with fans. (@catapparently came up with this one)

although we always see him swimming in pools, he prefers the ocean.

his best friend is their dog, tiramisu (this one is not really a head canon, it's been implied but i find it adorable so..)

he tried to become vegan when he was younger but loved burgers too much

speaking of burgers, he loves super unhealthy fast food meals.

he has a lucky pen

he lost that lucky pen once and had a huge panic attack. nash tried to comfort him but gray wasn't hearing him so nash had to dump a glass of water on his head.

gray secretly wishes he was as carefree as jameson cause he hates himself (poor pookie)

grayson takes up so much space in bed. like he'll be sprawled out with his head at the bottom of the bed.

gray is an emotional drunk. in my jamie and gray head canons i said that jamie once got him drunk. that never happened again cause gray ended up balling his eyes out telling everyone he loved them and that he wants to spend more time with them. that didn't bother jamie though, it was the simping over emily that did it.

skincare king (he has a skincare fridge and all the products you can imagine. this dude would have like face wash made out of 24k gold or some shit)

has an insta account dedicated to the pics he takes of people (note the word people because he has a seperate account for nature that he shares with avery, its anonymous though)

gray had an emo phase when he was 11. he didn't dye his hair black but he bought a wig and everything

he used to be really short but magically started growing at like 15

gray is actually a really good dancer. he's actually quite decent at pole dancing

he loves gardening. he cultivates his own vegetables and shit and cooks with them. he's sort of like this girl on tiktok called nara smith who does everything from scratch (like her kids asked for lasagna, and she made her own mozzarella balls, pasta sheets, tomato sauce, bechamel sauce, grows her own vegetables, etc)

#the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #the final gambit #the hawthorne legacy #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne

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darcytaylor · 2 months

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People using "jobless" as an insult, especially about Luke Newton who is and continues to be hydrated, staying in his lane, riding high on his paycheck from a highly successful Season 3, and enjoying a relaxing summer to decompress after a stressful and jam packed world tour, is already weird as it is, but using "jobless" as an insult on THE anti-capitalist website, our holy Tumblr? smdh

It is true he is still contracted with Bridgerton, so for at least a little while longer he still does have a job.

I do think that when people say he is jobless they are looking at people like Nicola who has multiple opportunities lined up, she was just signed with CAA, she continues to focus on her career and not her social life. But I also know that Nicola is the exception and not the rule.

There is also the fact that in the industry he is in, it is hard to keep steady work. Luke was set up to be able to book more jobs and I think it's confusing to see that he still only has Bridgerton.

In order to continue booking work you have to network, you have to showcase your talents, you have to go to auditions and events, you have to keep your name out there (and for the correct reasons). While Luke's name is out there at the moment, it is not for the betterment of his career. It's showcasing his private life in a way that makes the statement of him not doing any of the above (even if he is). At the end of the day we don't know what he has been doing in regards to his career, but what we do know is where he goes on vacation.

I think people are tired of being bombarded about his social life and want to focus on his career (but his friends and Luke himself aren't letting people do that). So when people say he is "jobless" I think it's just frustration.

#luke newton

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titlemewickedwonderland · 1 year

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Quiet Time (Nameless Ghouls)

Summary: Concerts are fun. But they can be mentally as well as physically draining; especially for the ghouls. After one particular concert, Y/n finds herself needing a little TLC but she wasn't alone and she finds a new connection with her ghoul pack.

Pairing: Mainly Rain x Mountain x Ghoul!Reader with a sprinkle of Swiss, Dew, and Phantom at the end.

Triggers: Fluff

Prompt: A request by anon! I hope you see this and enjoy it! <3 Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to write out!

Follow My Workshop!

The door to the tour bus clicked closed behind her; drowning out the sounds of loud voices beyond and she sagged in relief against it. The last concert of their tour was epic; as it normally was. The rush of being on stage in front of thousands of people and doing what you love never got old. It was always so much fun for her especially when she got to watch the fanatical antics of the front ghouls like Dew, Rain, and Phantom.

While Y/n was a Multi-ghoul like Swiss and didn't often go to the front of the stage she still enjoyed herself on her little stage while playing little games with the cheeky Swiss. But it was draining. Oh, so very draining in the end after the adrenaline rush wore off.

Unlike most of her ghoul packmates, Y/n enjoyed the more quiet side of things. After the guests had left and the stage taken down, packed up, and free time on their hands; she was always the first to go straight back to the tour bus for some peace.

It wasn't that Y/n was anti-social. That was absolutely impossible to be in her line of work. But concert after concert really did a number on her mind as much as it did physically and unlike Swiss, Dew, and Phantom who were out having fun and partying at a local club or whatever with the Ghoulettes, the female Multi-ghoul found her time better spent recuperating on the bus.

The soft click of her mask hit the countertop as she placed it down with a tired sigh and shook out her hair - allowing it to be all crazy-like in her face. But the sigh of relief she let out was more of letting her ears, tail, and horns breath than anything else now that she was in the comfort and privacy of the tour bus. It was silent besides the soft thrum of the air conditioning onboard so she shucked off her suspenders, her boots, and her shirt - leaving her in the semi-comfort of her tight pants and tanktop she wore beneath as she flopped herself back first onto the sofa and threw her arm over her eyes.

But her peace was soon coming to a close when she heard the door to the bus open. She lifted her arm slightly to peer over to see the towering figure of Mountain coming down the isle towards her trailed behind by Rain. Her lips quirked slightly as she rested her arm over her eyes again.

"I thought you guys would have tagged along with the others." she mumbled; not looking up as her legs were lifted up off the couch only to be replaced on someone's lap.

"They're too loud. I don't have the energy to match them." Rain grumbled slumping back against the couch as he idly rubbed her calves.

Y/n snorted and dropped her arm to look at him with a slight smile. "Oh trust me, I get it." she replied.

"We aren't disturbing you are we, blossom?" Mountain as her as he took of his helmet and boots to dump on the floor by the couch.

"Of course not." she shook her head. "I know you guys aren't exactly social when it comes to the end of tour." she replied while giving a single shoulder shrug.

"Hmm." the gentle giant headed for the kitchenette and began rummaging through the cubbards. "Tea?"

"Oh my god that'd sound great!"

"So does a shower." Rain grumbled to himself as he chucked his helmet and glamor.

But instead of going to shower he tipped sideways to lay across Y/n's side while hugging her legs in his position. The ghoulette purred and sank her fingers into his thick dark hair; scratching gently at his scalp eliciting a purr in return from the Water ghoul as his tail curled around hers.

When the tea was finally done Mountain walked over to set the cups down before slipping beneath the female so that she rested halfway into his lap. The mug was warm on her palms as she wrapped her hands around the offered cup and she sighed contently.

See this was more of the life; the downtime to just be present and enjoy a warm cup of tea in the quiet time. It wasn't as if she wouldn't get the time when back at the Abbey but it just hit a little different being able to do this after a long tour.

"I swear if Dewdrop or Swiss comes back on this bus with a girl I'm sleeping on the top of the bus tonight. I will not be kept awake all night listening to them fuck." Rain commented breaking the silence and his cheek vibrated with laughter as it left Y/n

"I second that motion. Hell, we might as well get our camp ready because when does Dew ever not come back with some ass?" she added taking a sip of her tea.

"Sometimes I wonder if he and Swiss have a bet going on to see who could bring in the most girls." Mountain added as he idly rested his cheek against Y/n head.

Finally, Rain moved from the pile and stretched as he sat up. "I don't know about you but I'm grabbing a shower before Phantom steals it and hogs it for an hour!" he said as he finished off his mug of tea.

"Shit, you're right. Damn, only if the shower here was bigger for more than one person." Y/n grumbled adjusting herself against Mountain as Rain stood up.

The water ghoul smiled slightly and bopped her on the nose. "I promise you can shower with me anytime when we get back home."

"Of course! You have the biggest shower in the whole Abbey." Y/n snickered and ducked her head against Mountain's shoulder when the Water ghoul swiped at her playfully before going down the bus towards the bunks to grab a change of clothes.

"I can't wait to get home. I miss my garden." Mountain mumbled closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the back.

"Aw, well I'm sure Sister Maddie is taking good care of it for you in your absence." Y/n gave his waist a squeeze before narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Speaking of. What's going on with you and Sister Maddie?" her brows jumped on her forehead playfully.

"Nothing is going on." Mountain's cheeks flushed a bit even when he defiantly stared down at her.

"He's going to ask her out when we get back!" Rain called with a grin before he disappeared into the shower; narrowly missing the flying boot Mountain chucked at him.

"Aw, well that's sweet!" Y/n grinned turning her attention to the Earth ghoul.

"Whatever." he muttered with a huff and turned his head away.

The gentle banter came to a screeching halt when the doors to the tour bus banged open and the loudness of voices echoed into the interior as 3 rather loud and probably drunk ghouls came stumbling in bickering with each other.

Y/n and Mountain shared an exasperated look between each other before a weight dropped ontop of the girl getting the air knocked out of her.

"Y/n!!!! Tell Dew to stop being such a dick!" Phantom whined as he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her stomach.

She sagged with a groan and shot her gaze across the room at Swiss and Dew. "What the hell did you guys do?"

"Hey! Don't take sides before you hear the story!" Swiss held his hands up in defense.

"I'm not. You know what? I don't give a fuck. You disturbed our peace." she stuck her nose in the air with a sniff.

"Aw, you telling us you don't want us around no more?" Dew cocked his head and leaned against the countertop before suddenly launching himself across the room and jumping ontop of Phantom who screeched like bloody murder and began struggling indigently with Dewdrop.

"Oi!" Y/n wiggled her way from beneath the wrestling males and stood up with a huff.

"God you guys are impossible sometimes." she crossed her arms before looking over towards Swiss. "Ya'll want some tea?"

"Fuck no! I don't know how you drink that shit." Dew stopped attacking Phantom long enough to bark at her.

"I was thinking something stronger like...whiskey?" Swiss looked hopeful and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Hot cocoa it is then. Go sit down you annoying idiots and stop using Mountain as a wrestling mat." she pointed a finger at them all and then headed for the kitchen.

Mountain noped out of there real quick as he stood from the couch and began grabbing the empty mugs he, Y/n, and Rain had been using earlier to wash them out while Y/n made the other three some cocoa.

While the other three were preoccupied Mountain reached into the cupboard above Y/n head and pulled out a little glass bottle with some kind of green powder in it and gave her a wink. She eyed it a moment before snickering under her breath.

Once the hot cocoa was done she gave a small scoop of the powder into each cup and stirred. It was a herb Mountain had dried and ground into a powder that would aid in calming them down. Not so much as a sleep aid but it worked wonders when they got so excited; certainly helped calm them down a bit.

With Mountain's help, she handed out the mugs, making sure the goofballs wouldn't spill it before taking her seat in between Phantom and Dew on the couch while Mountain took sit spot on the opposite couch. Rain came out to join them once he was done with the shower and paused in the doorway with a smirk on his face as he noticed Phantom snoozing on Y/n's shoulder, Dew full out draped across her lap like a cat with an empty mug hanging from his fingertips nearly touching the floor, and a Swiss who was barely managing to keep his eyes open but his head was bobbing as he fought off sleep.

The water ghoul gave Mountain a thumbs up before plopping himself down beside the large ghoul to curl up against his side while he scrolled through his phone. A little while later the door opened again and Copia came stumbling in looking haggard; pausing on the threshold to stare at the pile of ghouls on the couches and smiling slightly at the sight.

Y/n who was half asleep herself peeked an eye open and returned his smile with a sleepy one of her own. Shrugging the singer shucked off his shoes and his sparkly jacket before dumping his ass onto the couch with Mountain and Rain; eliciting a purr from the sleepy Rain as he readjusted himself to cuddle against Copia.

Y/n looked around at the piles of bodies and smiled to herself as she rested her cheek on top of Phantom's head and nuzzled into his hair a bit as she sighed. Content to let the silence of the room and the warmth of the bodies around her lull her into a comfortable sleep; this was what she looked forward to most on tour - the quiet time after a long tour to just bask in the presence of her favorite people.

#ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost fandom #the band ghost #ghost the band #rain ghoul x reader #mountain x reader #ghouls #fluff

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wendytestabrat · 9 months

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kyle is such a loser

something i’ve been thinking abt is how much of a friendless loser kyle is. like ik all the kids hate cartman but honestly i’m starting to think they dislike kyle even more LOL. kyle rlly has like 0 friends and only hangs out with stan all the time, and then when shit between him and stan go wrong his only other choice of who to hang out with is cartman LOL. like at least cartman has been shown to get along rlly well with certain kids outside of the boys such as butters or clyde. not to mention kenny is his bff too. ik it seems like cartman doesn’t have friends but he does seem pretty damn close with kenny & butters and hangs out with them A LOT and vice versa. kenny & butters enjoy being around cartman too and go to him for a lot of shit even tho they’ll pretend like they hate him sometimes to be fake. ANNNND when all the boys broke his stuff and he felt betrayed by all his friends he IMMEDIATELY bonded with heidi too, which goes to show cartman is resilient af when it comes to betrayal and people turning on him and shit. he has rlly good social skills and knows how to instantly connect with someone. there was also that moment at the end of south parq vaccination special when all the boys broke up, cartman was the FIRST to find a new group of friends to hang out with. wheras when shit like that happens to kyle he rlly has no one else to go to and doesn’t feel confident enough with making new friends. which we see in this scene here ⬆️ how when all the boys betrayed kyle and were assholes to him during the metrosexual fad he STILL fucking went back to hanging out with them LOL. bc kyle realized oh shit who else am i gonna hang out with besides stan, cartman, & kenny? he’s like oh shit that’s right no one else likes me and is willing to put up with me LOL. ofc the kids hate on cartman way more than kyle but that’s bc they usually have a reason to, cartman is always doing terrible shit so yeah ofc it seems justified af when they hate on him. with kyle he’s so damn manipulative and is always acting like he cares abt everyone and is on the side of good (and he’s sooo damn good at playing the victim and looking innocent) so yeah if they started shitting on kyle all they wanted they would just end up looking like assholes or anti-semites like cartman when he shits on kyle LOL bc how could anyone be mean to poor innocent nice guy kyle? 🤮 however, the characters def do let kyle know they don’t like him and find him annoying in more subtle and passive aggressive ways either by just ignoring & avoiding him or getting annoyed with his constant complaints. i.e in “where my country gone?” when they all left the table bc they didn’t wanna hear kyle give another speech and the scene in “the worldwide privacy tour” when they all left bc they got sick of kyle hijacking their lunch to rant all abt the canadian prince and his wife LOL.

#south park #kyman #kyle broflovski #cartman #eric cartman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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d3caynluv · 4 months

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。 . * ⠀⠀ ( YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO : PUSHING DAISIES ) ⠀⠀

Pushing Daisies debuted in 2021 to literal crickets. The digital single "BEWITCHED" was actually the victim of a boycott from the members of previous groups' fandoms, who actively tried to and successfully sabotage the group's debut. The era was riddled with controversies that were started by antis, several social media hacks, and nearly empty fan meetings. The most egregious case was when constellations, Venus fans, bought out all the seats at the group's fan meeting. What was initially supposed to be a 250-seat show turned into a 24 people showcase.

Angelico refused to be deterred by the public's reaction and continued to promote Pushing Daisies. They would come back with their claim to fame, "StRaNgE wOrLd," which would prove to be successful and skyrocket the group into the mainstream. This is when the group would adapt their "spooky but quirky" sound, making them an even more unique group in the current K-pop scene. Riding off their newfound success and growing fanbase, the group would come back with "KNIVES OUT" which would be met with more success than both their previous releases.

Still on the up, the group took a slight turn in their sound, releasing "Tell Me What To Do" to showcase the group's vocals and start establishing lore they swear has been there since the beginning. This release was popular but paled in comparison to KNIVES OUT, as the spooky concept seemed to be working for them. "Chasm" would be a surprise release and their most controversial. Some fans loved the song, while others said it didn't fit their concept and that Angelico was playing into trends. Despite this division, the song would be very popular internationally, blowing up in the Philippines and building them a strong international fanbase.

After a sold-out international tour, the group would come back hot and fresh, yet still a little weird. "LIBIDO" was not only successful but also very provocative. The group would gain new creative direction, having their music video turn from using friendship to using romance and lust as a central theme. The video for Libido was heavily controversial due to the amount of kissing, touching, and intimate scenes featured in the video. Despite the controversy, the mini album would go on to be their second best-selling. Sex sells, and Angelico took note.

Kinda.

Their next release, "Run From Me," was very impressive vocally, but it was not what people had expected. The video was also noticeably less intimate, leaving fans confused about what was going on behind the scenes. The song didn't exactly flop, but it was their most forgettable release.

Their most recent release, "Catch Me," returned to their soft-core music video aesthetic and the spookiness that earned them their initial fame. The song was universally praised and often used for cute edits, outfit of the day videos, and vlogs. This would get them back on the international radar, promoting them to be shipped off on yet another world tour they just got off of.

#。 . * ⠀⠀ ( rottingdeeply ) ⠀⠀ / ⠀⠀ discography.#fictional idol group #fictional idol community #kpop fanfic #idol oc #kpop oc #fake kpop oc #kpop au #idol au #kpop addition #idolverse #oc girl group #bts addition #fake kpop girl group #fake kpop idol #oc kpop group #stray kids addition

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g0rygutz · 10 months

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♱ ◞ an overwhelming concert ◟ ♱

☓﹒﹕charactersᶻ﹕→ flesh curtains rick x reader

☓﹒﹕small summeryᶻ﹕→ flesh curtains and reader do drugs after the concert!!!!

☓﹒﹕trigger warningsᶻ﹕→ drugs, cnc (only implied, never actually done), tied up, knife play, smut WITH plot

you could feel your entire body warming up, whatever that drink was that you got from the bar was making you feel good. your cheeks were all warm and hell- it was sweet. if you didn’t know any better you would have assumed it was non-alcoholic.

it almost tasted like cotton candy, you took another sip. trying to let yourself relax in the chair you were sitting in but your leg kept bouncing. glancing inside the cup, you saw some bits of… something. no clue what it was. well, seeing the fact there were literal aliens at this party you shouldn’t be so surprised to see stuff you’ve never seen before.

speaking of the party, you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. one of your friends knew one of the members of ‘the flesh curtains’. so after the concert, he dragged you along to the after party. apparently he had a plus one and you just happened to be the ‘lucky’ one.

you disliked partying. not because you were anti-social. you just hated it because it made you want to scratch your skin. it was crowded, people kept accidentally touching and brushing against you, it was so loud, and lots of drunk people. it all just set off your autism to no end.

the only reason you barely survived the concert was your noise canceling headphones and the fact you liked the music.

the party? you still had your headphones but half the music you didn’t know. you’ve gotten two or three people that accidentally spilled some kind of drink on you already. thankfully it was only on your shoes but still, felt gross.

glancing down at your bouncing leg as you took another sip of your drink, trying your best to focus on just the music and the sweet tasting drink.

before you could cancel out the rest of the world, in your peripheral view you saw someone take a seat in the chair next to you. turning your head towards them– you saw the person you absolutely did not want to see. you didn’t know them personally, but you had a feeling just interacting with them would wrap you up in a world you wanted no part in.

rick fucking sanchez.

you couldn’t even remember how your friend had met birdperson, but you were aware that band did some sketchy shit. you were also aware they got themselves caught up in at as well.

from the quick glance you allowed yourself, he had on a blue tank top with a black leather vest, some kind of black pants– they looked tight but you couldn’t tell from the short glance, and a black choker with a metal ring on it.

looking down at your own outfit, a black sweater with the bands logo on the front and tour dates on the back, a plaid gray and black skirt, and black sneakers. it seemed like everyone else embraced the punk look fully so, in your eyes at least, you stuck out like a sore thumb.

“so, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing here all by yourself?”

he snapped you out of your thoughts, turning back to look at him. taking a minute to even process the other had said anything, taking another minute to even figure out what the guy had said.

your leg began to bounce even more, glancing the other up and down to get a better look. trying to figure out their intentions before anything but you just- couldn’t tell. the poker face on the man’s face gave nothing away.

“oh- um- just.. y’know, hanging out..”

the poker face turned into something that looked curious, he placed a hand on the thigh that was bouncing up and down. that quickly stopped you, eyes widening as you looked down at his hand then back up at his face.

once the bouncing stopped, he pulled his hand away. the curious look turned to a grin.

“you really need to relax, i’ve been watching you for about five minutes and you looked like you were on the verge of a panic attack the whole time. y’know, i bet some space weed would calm you down.”

once the hand was removed, you went right back to bouncing. he noticed this but didn’t bother moving his hand back towards your leg again. instead pulling out a metal container that looked like a cigarette container.

flipping it open, it had a couple blunts inside. pulling one out, standing up from the chair. he glanced back at you, almost as if asking a question without even speaking.

“oh- i’ve uh- never smoked- uh- weed..”

“relaaax, it’s all good. i can show you how, come on. let’s head to the balcony, as much as i’d like to smoke here. we’ve been requested not to.”

you paused, adjusting your headphones to make sure they were still in place just in case you had to walk by one of the speakers or something. hesitantly, you slipped off the chair. following after rick, out of anyone at this stupid party, he had to come up to you.

your luck was shit and that just proved it to you.

he never glanced back to make sure you were following, the first time he actually glanced back was when he opened the door to the balcony. holding the door open for you. he didn’t move from the door until you were all the way through. it almost felt like he wanted to look at you from behind-? you couldn’t tell.

at the same time you could just be over reacting, you’ve done that plenty of times and the fact you're a little buzzed probably heightened your paranoia.

he took a seat on the outdoor sofa, patting the seat next to him. pulling a zippo out of a different pocket as you sat down. lighting the blunt and taking a deep breath in. you didn’t know when he breathed it out, only that you saw the blue-ish green smoke slowly drifting up into the atmosphere.

“here, grab it with your thumb and index finger.”

he held it out to you, which you nervously took. you told yourself you didn’t plan on doing drugs but this couldn’t but be… too bad. it was just weed. or, space weed. it couldn’t be too different.

“alright, good. now place it between your lips and breath in, hold it for a few seconds before letting it out.”

you gave a small nod, hands shaking softly. keeping your fingers on the blunt as you placed it between your lips. not wanting to drop it if you started coughing. attempting to take a deep breath in but failing, before much of anything could enter your lungs- you began to cough.

nearly dropping the blunt, rick quickly grabbed it as you leaned over. his free hand started rubbing your back. your leg bouncing up and down, instead of the anxiety going away. it just felt so much worse. you were embarrassed, you couldn’t even get a little bit of smoke down with choking on it.

he kept rubbing you back gently.

“hey- alright, i have a better idea. you’re fine, don’t worry. honestly i’m not even surprised that you coughed up a storm.”

after a few minutes, you finally were able to get your breathing under control.

“you can shotgun it.”

realizing that you could barely hear the other anymore due to the fact the music was muted by the thick walls. pulling your headphones off your ears and placing them around your neck, you turned back to the other.

a bit confused before you remembered what shotgunning was, you had watched your friend and their partner doing it a few times. blinking a few times before realizing the other was being serious.

“uh- isn’t that- um.. intimate- and like.. you have to put your lips o-”

before you could finish stumbling out your words, rick began to laugh. the arm rubbing your back wrapped around your shoulder. a wide grin on his face as you turned towards him, you didn’t know if it was how close you were or the alcohol but your cheeks were red and hot.

rick breathed in a hit from the blunt, holding it for a few seconds before blowing it all in your face.

“you’re stuttering and stumbling on your words like a teenage boy. but yes, it’s basically like kissing. relax, baby. can i?”

you blinked away a few tears in your eyes from the smoke, looking up at rick. you could feel the flush getting worse but you gave a small nod. not trusting your voice anymore, at least not right now. you know it would come out in an even worse stuttering, stumbling mess right now if you spoke.

rick moved the hand from your shoulders to your chin, resting his thumb on the top of your chin and the rest of his fingers on the bottom. taking a deep breath in from the blunt before placing his lips against yours, holding you in place by your chin.

when he opened his mouth just a little bit, you did the exact same. you could feel smoke blowing into your mouth as you tried your best to just breathe in. focusing on keeping calm. when all the smoke was in your lungs, he pulled away. your eyes were watering but you did your best to hold it in, after five or six seconds. you breathed out. smoke blowing in rick’s face due to how close you both were.

instead of his eyes watering, he just let out a small laugh before getting ready to blow more smoke into your mouth. the two of you ended up doing two more shotguns before he let go of your chin, pinching off the cherry. placing the roach inside of the metal tin he originally pulled it from.

you let yourself relax, your leg wasn’t bouncing anymore. instead your whole body just felt.. nice. you were more relaxed then you had been in a long time. closing your eyes, barely hearing the ruffling of rick moving around.

“there you go, much more relaxed now, huh?”

opening your eyes at the question, glancing off to the side only to see that rick was looking up at the sky. his arms thrown out around the couch. he nearly wrapped back around your shoulder but seemed to stop himself.

you turned your head towards the sky, looking at all the stars. a smile on your face, everything felt so floaty and amazing. you were happy right now, the music was barely heard but loud enough you could almost make out the lyrics. not that you were trying to make it out, you were too floaty to do that.

“so, how’d you end up at the party? you don’t seem much like a social person. you also look extremely out of place.”

“oh- uh- y’know.. my friend knows birdperson- i think. we live ‘round here and he had a plus one so.. i just happened to be the ‘lucky’,” you put air quotes around the word lucky, “person that got to come.”

“you could have turned it down.”

you thought for a moment, turning to face rick.

“i mean.. yeah, but i didn’t wanna be rude. ‘sides, there was alcohol.”

rick gave a small laugh, turning to face you as well. which as he did that, you turned back up to the sky. a small flush on your face- embarrassed that you had been caught. before you could try and distract yourself, an arm wrapped around your shoulder finally and the other hand gently grasped your chin.

the thumb rubbed over your cheek gently as he forced you to look him in the eyes, a wide grin on his face. almost as if he was excited or something similar.

“can i?”

you could feel your breath catch in your throat, only able to give a small nod as he placed his lips against yours. using the arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer to him. leaning back against the arm rest so he could have you between his legs. the arm around your shoulder moved to the back of your neck, the hand on your chin moved to your waist.

after a minute, he pulled away. leaving your brain even more fuzzy than you had started with. it felt- amazing.

the hand on your waist gently moved up and down, using the hand on your neck to pull you into another kiss. this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. your eyes closed, completely relaxing against rick. the rest of the world was blocked out until it hit you, everything rushed back in all at once. you realized anyone could come out here and find you two.

pulling away from rick and standing up, you started brushing yourself off and trying to make sure that you didn’t look like you had been making out with someone.

“what the hell–?”

you glanced over at rick, he seemed confused as he sat up. eyes narrowed on you before standing up. taking a step towards you which prompted you to take a step back.

“did i do something?”

he seemed worried, especially with the fact you had taken a step back.

“no- oh no- don’t- no don’t worry- i uh- i just- anyone could come out and just- see us. i don’t- i’m not someone that just- has one night stands- sorry- i shouldn’t have- uh- lead you on-”

rick paused for a moment before taking another step forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. his other arm wrapped around your back to keep you in place.

you could feel his hot breath on your neck, gently nipping at your earlobe. a deep flush on your face. you didn’t want something casual, that wasn’t your thing but with how the other just manhandled you– it was getting really hard to say no.

“to get a pretty little twink like you in bed with me, i’d definitely do this more than once.”

he moved down to nip at your neck, a small hum escaping his throat.

“if you’d like, after the party you can come back to my place. i’m staying at the moongrove hotel.”

you thought over his offer, a small huff coming from you due to being called a twink. you just- it sounded like a nice offer.. away from prying eyes, it wouldn’t be just a one off thing. or at least he says it won’t be, can you trust him? probably not but– it sounded good.

it sounded really good.

he nipped at your neck, you gave a small whine. it was your breaking point.

“okay- yes- yes- please.”

rick smirked as he pulled away, taking a step back. you were trembling, a hard-on straining against your pants. you could feel his eyes all over you, taking in all off you. it almost felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

pressing one last kiss against your lips before pulling his phone out of his pocket, turning it on and opening up his contacts. passing the phone to you. he watched as you added your name and number before passing it back to him. a small smirk on his face.

“(y/n). cute name. i’ll see you soon, baby.”

with that, he headed back inside to the rest of the party. leaving you outside by yourself. you took in a deep breath of fresh air, placing your headphones back on and stepping into the party as well. glancing around, the weed was making things easier. every small touch didn’t feel like you wanted to rip your skin off, the music didn’t make you want to run off.

your eyes landed on your friend, he was talking with one of the other band members. it took you a minute but you realized it was birdperson, taking a deep breath- you made your way over. gently grasping your friends shirt once you got close enough.

for the most part, you often did this to not get lost in crowds. this was a crowded place but they weren’t moving so there wasn’t a true reason to do it other than just habit.

“oh! (y/n), i was wondering where you had run off to!”

birdperson took note of you, glancing over you. out of everyone here he seemed to be the most sober.

“birdperson, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is birdperson. have y- wait holy shit are you high?”

blinking a few times as his words caught up with you, only giving a small nod. you felt like your words were gone at the moment, so this was the best you could do. your friend gave a small laugh, shaking his head.

wrapping an arm around your shoulder, holding you close to him and placing a small kiss to your forehead. it was completely platonic, he had done it so many times before it seemed natural.

“is this your partner you were telling me about, wren?”

“ooh- oh god no, (y/n)’s more like my kid if anything. he’s only like nineteen, and he’s my roommate.”

there was a pause from birdperson, staring at you before he spoke once more.

“he smells of rick.”

tensing up at this, trying to figure out what he meant by that. there was only one real meaning behind it but you still hoped there was something else behind it. wren turned his head to look at you, not moving to remove his arm. giving you a questioning look.

you glanced away, a small blush on your face. not knowing how to respond to any of that. the whole point was for no one to know, you’ve seen people who just had one night stands with celebrities have their life spiral out of control. all you wanted was a normal boyfriend, a normal life, to work at your normal library job, and to live with your mostly normal roommate.

“holy shit dude! did you smoke weed with rick fucking sanchez?”

you gave no response other than removing your grip from wren’s shirt, your friend shook you gently. he seemed excited by this, you understood why but at the same time you didn’t.

after a minute, the conversation went back to whatever else. the hours ticked by, eventually you found a dog and just curled up in the corner with the puppy. at some point in time rick had come to check on you but you didn’t respond. he just stayed for a minute, ran his fingers through your hair before leaving.

the party was winding down, people were going home. that included you- at least at first. the light buzz of your phone caused you to stop your walking. pulling your phone out and checked the number, you didn’t recognize it.

that was until you checked the text, it was an address to the moongrove hotel. it showed the room number and what floor it was on, telling you to walk right past the front desk and to the elevator.

putting the address into maps, it was only a five minute walking.

you opened up wren’s text messages and started typing one out as you started your walk to the hotel.

>> hey, if i dont come home or dont text you to tell you im staying out longer than tomorrow night i got kidnapped <<

<< bro?????? did u like, meet someone at the prty? >>

>> yeah, i did, gonna go to their place <<

<< oooooo have funnn, be safe, u have to tell me all about it later >>

laughing softly, putting your phone back in your pocket. glancing across the street to see the hotel was right there. glancing both ways before crossing. doing just as the text said and heading right for the elevators.

there was only two other people in the elevators, they pressed the sixth and eighth floor. you didn’t want to ask them to press a button for you, too nervous. instead you pressed the eleventh floor yourself, fidgeting with your skirt. barely noticing that the two had hopped off until you heard the robotic voice saying ‘eleventh floor’.

stepping off and making your way to ‘1103’.

you stood in front of the door, ready to knock on the door. you were hesitating, rick would never know if you just didn’t show up. he could blow up your phone but he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to do that. after a few minutes of just- standing there the door swung open. standing there was rick, he was still wearing the same clothes other than the fact he had taken off his leather vest.

“squanchy has the room down the hall, he texted me saying someone was standing outside my door.”

your face went a dark red, everything went warm again as he stepped to the side. giving you space to walk inside. a small hum that sounded something like one of the songs you heard at the concert tonight.

once you stepped in, the door shut and locked behind you. you slipped your shoes and socks off before turning around to face rick, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. his lips mere centimeters away from yours.

“you want it hard ‘n’ rough or sweet ‘n’ easy?”

he pressed a soft kiss against your lips before pulling away.

“h- hard an’ rough- please-”

rick chuckled at this, the look in his eyes went from something sweet and caring to downright malicious. pressing soft kisses from your mouth down to your neck. a soft purr as he give a nip every now and again.

“safe word?”

“p- pancake-”

“do you understand you can say stop all you want but unless you say your safe word, i won’t stop?”

his hands moved down to rub gentle circles in your hips, slowly moving you towards the couch. all you did was give a nod, he completely stopped a few inches from the couch, pulling away from your neck.

“tck, verbally. do you understand?”

“y-yes- i understand.”

“good boy.”

with that he pushed you onto the couch, looking over you as you tightly grasped the couch cushions. glancing up at rick, slightly nervous but also excited. a wide smirk was on his face, the other hand pulled out his metal cigarette tin.

“let’s get some ground rules down, one. if i tell you to do something, you do it.”

this time, he pulled out a normal cigarette. lighting it with his zippo and putting the tin and zippo back in his pocket. taking a deep breath in before exhaling through his nose. it was- god it was hot. as much as you didn’t want second hand smoke, you also wanted him to just blow it in your face. he took another inhale before speaking again.

“two, while with me. you belong to me. no one else. i don’t care if you end up dating someone, engaged, get married, while your with me. they don’t exist. do you have any hard limits?”

he placed the cigarette between his lips, fumbling with the collar that was around his neck. after he got it off, you half expected him to throw it somewhere else in the room but he didn’t. instead, he placed it around your neck. the smoke that came out of his nose blew right in your face, you could feel your underwear getting tighter.

god- you coughed a little but it felt good. and rick seemed to notice that. once the collar was around your neck, he took a deep breath before taking the cigarette out of his mouth. blowing to smoke directly in your face.

“i- i- no- don’t- don’t have any.”

rick looped his index finger around the metal piece of the choker, tugging gently as he straddled you. a leg on each side of you, letting go of the choker. instead moving the hand to grab your hair, tilting your head back slightly. pressing his lips to yours.

nipping gently at the bottom of your lip, a rumble coming from him at the sound of you whimpering from him tugging on your hair. he began to move his hips back and forth, just grinding on you. you didn’t know what to do with your hands so all you could do was continue to grip the cushion.

the hand that wasn’t in your hair started pushing up your shirt, running his thumb over your nips. a soft moan escaped your lips, they were sensitive. you had gotten them pierced a couple months ago. rick pulled away from your lips, now interested in the fact your nipples were pierced.

letting go of your hair, one hand gently rubbed at one of your nips while the other started taking your shirt off.

as soon as it was off, he stopped gently rubbing and instead started twisting the piercing around in his fingers. a small hiss of pain came from you as he started– it felt good but hurt at the same time. a few tears pricked in your eyes.

“mn— fuck, that.. that hurt.”

rick just laughed, continuing to twist for a couple seconds before stopping. gently rubbing at the now sore nips. they were so much more sensitive now. blinking a few tears, not wanting the other to see you had cried just from a little bit of pain, it hurt but at the same time it felt good.

after a moment, he stepped away from you.

“c’mon, we’re heading to my bedroom.”

you let out a whine, not really wanting to get up. you felt like you had already melted into the couch, you just wanted to get your brains fucked out right here. you had already forgotten the first rule.

“i’m not gonna say it again, c’mon.”

all you gave was another whine, rick raised an eyebrow before a frown crossed his face.

before you could react to the annoyed look, he reached out and grabbed you by the hair. dragging you off the couch and towards the bedroom. pained whines and whimpers escaped your throat, instinctively you reached out and grabbed rick’s wrist. trying to pry him off but he wouldn’t budge. so instead you just stumbled along.

he practically threw you on the bed by your hair, a pained yelp escaping your throat as you clung to the first thing you could grab which was a blanket.

once you finally got control of your breathing and thoughts, you glanced over to see rick shedding his tank top and leather pants. all he had left on was his boxers.

you started to work on taking off your skirt as well only to be stopped by rick talking.

“leave the skirt on, i wanna fuck you in it.”

blinking a few times, it took a minute for you to actually process what rick just said but afterwards you adjusted the skirt so it was still snug on your hips. instead reaching under to pull off your boxers, tossing them off to the side. glancing over at rick, he was already on the bed.

as soon as the boxers were off to the side, he trapped you under him. straddling your chest, running his thumbs over your nips once more. after a couple seconds, he moved one of his hands to the bedside drawer. you couldn’t see exactly what he grabbed but whatever it was, hopefully one of the things were lube.

before you could realize it, your hands were being pinned above your head. tied together and then tied to the bedpost. by instinct you tried tugging, wondering if they were loose enough for you to pull off. they weren’t.

“look at you, all tied up. so willing for me..”

“please- wanna- wanna touch- please-”

“no can do, you look so hot like this. i can’t wait to fucking ruin you.”

he placed another kiss to your lips before scooting back, you heard the small pop of a cap. a few seconds later, you felt something cold press against your entrance. squirming slightly- you’ve felt it before but it still just felt so– new. it felt new almost every single time.

two fingers pressed inside, a soft moan left your mouth as you once again tugged on the rope. you could feel it start to rub at your skin, by the end of this it would probably be rubbed raw. before you could be given time to adjust, a third finger was inserted. the pace was slow, almost teasing. every now and again it would hit that one special set of nerves but it almost felt like he was avoiding it.

“oh please- please- faster please-”

he didn’t get a response, nor did the pace pick up. if anything he was pretty sure it got slower. still struggling against the rope, trying to rock his hips back and forth. the hand that wasn’t taking it sweet time with you, grabbed your hip tightly. holding you in place.

after a few minutes of what felt like torture, rick removed his fingers completely. another whine came from you. as much as you didn’t want the slow pace, you felt so empty now.

leaning down, he started leaving bite marks all over your chest. his free hand gently running over your cock, just barely touching you. you still couldn’t buck your hips due to one of the hands holding you down.

pulling his hand away, he stepped back to look at you. your wrists were already a bit red, a few tears ran down your face, small whines and whimpers were leaving your mouth, bite marks littered your neck and chest, it was perfect to him.

“so handsome… such a good boy for me. you want me to fuck your brains out? beg.”

“oh- please- rick please- rick, rick- please fuck me, need you so bad- please-!”

he gave a quiet laugh, working on getting his boxers off and throwing them off to the side. rick flipped your skirt up, using both hands to pull you close to him. lining himself up with your entrance before shoving in. not bothering with going slow, listening to the loud yelp you let out.

“don’t come until i say you can.”

before you could respond, he was already going at a quick pace. not giving you any time to catch up with everything going on. your brain was all fuzzy, it felt amazing. everything felt heightened. you felt so full too, it just felt good.

his pace was quick and hard, slamming against your sweet spot every single time. tears ran down your cheeks. loud moans left you, one of rick’s hands moved from your hip up to your neck. squeezing gently, just enough to make your head spin but not enough to keep you from breathing.

“such a good boy- god you- you feel so fucking.. good- holy shit-”

you could feel pressure building up, gripping tighter on the sheets.

“please- please- i’m close- can i- please-”

“no. not yet.”

you gave a small whine, you could feel yourself growing closer. you needed release so badly, you didn’t know how long you’d be able to hold it. tugging even harder on the rope, more tears ran down your cheeks.

after a few more minutes, you couldn’t hold it. you let out a loud moan as you came. rick didn’t stop though, it took a few more minutes of him pounding into your ass before he came. a quiet whimper left you as he filled you up. letting your head rest off to the side.

“i told you not to.”

you tried to apologize but you were still out of breath, rick finally released hold of your neck. he was drenched in sweat, a smirk on his face as he reached back over to the bedside drawer. pulling out a pocket knife.

you could feel anxiety running down your back, watching as he flipped it open. gently pressing it against your stomach. slowly pressing down, more tears ran down your cheeks as he carved– something into your stomach. tugging harshly on the rope, squirming. a hand moved back to grab your hip. holding your still once more.

it only took a minute or two before rick finished whatever he was doing. setting the pocket knife off to the side, instead working on undoing the rope.

you weren’t paying attention much anymore, instead just taking deep breaths. trying to calm yourself down from your high. as soon as your hands were released, you instinctively moved a hand down to the wound on your chest. a hiss coming from your throat as you traced it. realizing it was an ‘R’ carved into your stomach.

“hey– hey, don’t touch it. careful, don’t wanna let it get infected. just, wait here. i’ll be right back, just breath. alright?”

moving your hand away from the wound, you have a small nod. closing your eyes as you heard footsteps walking away. letting yourself relax, ignoring the burning sensation of the cut. god- you’re so glad that you ended up coming. this was- it was amazing.

after a minute or two, rick came back. you opened your eyes to see he had a pair of boxers on now. in one hand was a wash cloth and a water bottle, the other had a first aid kit.

you could feel the wash cloth cleaning up your lower parts, not having enough strength to prop your head up and look down. you have no clue when, but at some point he got your boxers- or maybe they were his. they felt a bit big so they were probably his. he slipped them on you and slipped your skirt off since it was dirty.

a different texture touched your stomach, it was some kind of disinfection because it burned like hell. you shot your hands to cover the wound but rick caught your wrists first. using one hand to hold your wrists and the other to clean up the wound. gauze and medical tape down on top once it was clean.

you closed your eyes once again, you could hear the first aid kit being placed somewhere else. footsteps moving to the other side of the bed and then the bed dipping. an arm wrapped around you, turning you and pulling your close to him.

nuzzling your face into the guy’s chest, eyes closing once again. you could feel sleep grabbing at you, a hand running through your hair.

“you did so good, you feeling alright?”

“mhmm…”

it was the last thing you said before passing out, curled up against rick fucking sanchez. you did the one thing you told yourself you wouldn’t.. you didn’t regret it in the slightest.

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