#teehee the mind electric
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solvaneon · 5 months ago
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Inside the mind of Benjamin
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boygirlctommy · 2 years ago
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since flipaclip fucked over the layers i cant actually work on any of my current animatics. but i CAN start RANDOM NEW ONES LETS GOOOO
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nvuy · 10 months ago
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so… about that drink you ordered — boothill
summary. boothill has a pity party at a bar and notices a familiar face that he wants to smash into two.
notes. sort of requested official unofficial sequel sort of to hijacked. you can read this stand alone. not saying you should, though. teehee. this is so uninspired. i just like this concept a lot. i also just like rivals to lovers. i’m also riding on the coattails of the “boothill is largely illiterate.” whether it’s actually canon or not who knows. let me be. he’s still not released LMAOOOO.
warnings. the usual banter, little bit of threatening, but nothing major.
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Boothill was at a loss. The mission was a bust, there was no response from La Mancha, and the dreamscape was beginning to grind his gears. So many loud noises, the poster signs were following him around, and this so-called SoulGlad was not as good as it was advertised to be.
This bar sucked, too. The bartender had been giving him the stink eye for the better half of an hour now. It probably wasn’t appropriate to sick him right in the face for it, break his nose, and give him a beating.
The bartender wasn’t scrawny, though. Some big bulk of meat with tired eyes, scruff and mousy brown hair. His chest looked like it was about to pop the buttons of his vest. Dude looks absolutely repressed. Probably works minimum wage.
The bartender abandons a blue inky pen and his notebook that Boothill snoops in. Nothing interesting. Just pages of tabs and tabs of people he doesn’t know, nor care about.
There’s music from the stereos in the corners, though surprisingly, considering it’s not a club—that one is next door. It’s a conjoined building. The only thing seperating the bar and the VIP private rooms of the club is a wall and a locked door. Comforting—and Boothill would have lost his mind already.
It’s also dark. Granted, it’s two in the morning, but the low lights can’t be good for normal people. Not to mention the group of women in the corner that have been hoarding the few slot machines for about thirty minutes now.
Every so often, a chime will go off, and one of them will start busting into tears.
He’s here alone. Not for any particular reason. He’s waiting for a response from somebody, and what better way to pass the time than people watch and pretend he’s not nosy.
Also he feels super important sitting at the counter of the bar.
He almost jumps at a whisper in his ear.
A reddish drink in a ribbed coupe glass is gently dropped onto the counter space beside him. There’s a cucumber slice on the rim, and it also looks like it’s been dusted with sugar.
Boothill turns his nose up. Gross.
The bartender glances at the figure who slots into the seat next to the ranger. “Can I get you something else?”
“Hard whiskey.”
Huh. His eyes snapped to the right. Very familiar. Almost unnervingly so. Just in case, he scoots himself away by an inch, sitting closer to the edge of the barstool.
The bartender blinks, unsure as he pulls a tumbler from the rack. “For you?”
A finger prods the Ranger’s cheek. “For him.”
There’s a zap from the finger, like a small electric shock. Like static charged from the friction of the weird material of the barstools.
“Thanks, Gal.”
“No amount of flirting is gonna make me clear your tab,” Gallagher warned before sliding the whiskey over to the Ranger. Boothill had barely moved, now acutely aware of his own face plastered on a wanted poster behind the bartender’s head. “Try not showin’ up here frequently. Bad for my image if I keep serving crooks.” He points to the Ranger, and then to you. “Both of you.”
The bartender then is called over by a group of women who are giggling at a booth in the corner.
Boothill was sure he was going to lean forward and scrap with you over the counter. He could already feel the terse skin of your neck in his hands.
“You followin’ me?”
“You followed me first,” you say harshly.
The ranger let out a laugh before picking up his drink. “It was only a job. If you got offended, that’s your problem.” He then holds the glass close. “You g’nna do that thing again?”
“‘Thing?’” you repeated.
There was a smug grin on your face. You rested the chin in the palm of your hand.
Oh. He was so going to throw you over the counter and smash a bottle over your head. “Y’know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. Don’t play stupid.”
You took a sip of your drink.
“Boop.”
Your finger pressed to his chest. You snickered when he stared down at the brief flashing of yellow beneath his joints.
Then, you flit your finger upwards and flick his nose.
He grabs your hand with the intent of pulling it from its socket.
“Now, that’s a dangerous game to play,” you remind him. “I’ve got you in my hands, remember?” Your free hand lets go of your glass, and there’s a small flash of yellow light on the pads of the gloves on your hands. A flicker is all it takes to showcase his entire makeup in your palm. You spin it slowly for good measure.
Then, the image disappears and you snatch your wrist from his hand.
“What do you want?” Boothill mutters. He’s absentmindedly staring into his drink while swishing it around. The ice cubes softly tap against the glass.
“Insight. You’re a Galaxy Ranger, right?” He can’t lie to you anyway. You pretty much know everything about him. Your main profession is definitely stalking and being a thorn in his side. Your fingers held his chin up softly. “Tell me about it.”
He blinks, dazed. “That’s it?”
“No.”
He removes your hand from his chin. He holds his glass protectively. “Then quit pullin’ my leg. Cut to the good bit.”
You sigh. “You’re no fun. Do you come to bars just to mope?” You pull a dramatic frown for good measure.
“Do you come to bars to piss everyone off?” he shoots back. Despite his tone, his fingers are gentle around the glass. Any more firm a hold, and the drink would shatter and spill all over the counter.
You grin.
You tap his nose again. “Just you.” Then, you shake your head. “I’m here ‘cause I got a bar crush.” You then point to a table behind Boothill’s head in the corner. “Blondie with the nice eyes and the rings.”
After a moment's hesitation, the ranger turns and follows your finger.
Sure enough, you’re not convincing him to spin around so you can shove your hand into his sockets. There is a blond man at a table dressed in green, winking at an opponent over a game of… poker? Is that poker? The game with the chips and stuff. And dice, too. They’re thrown over a board, and there’s a couple of people who have tuned in to watch the entire thing unfold.
“His name is Aventurine. Or, that’s a code name, I think. He’s Sigonian. Works for the IPC, incredibly insecure, has a gambling addiction, needs to eat lead…” You stopped short, counting on your fingers as Boothill turns back to you. “Isn’t he dreamy?”
Boothill narrows his eyes at you. “Do you know everything about everyone?”
You shrug. “Pretty much, yeah.” Then, you make a noise. “Eh, I’m lying. Lots of people are boring. I only know the basics ‘bout most of ‘em. It’s the higher ups I’m interested in. Case in point–” You gestured to the blond man again, now scanning over his cards. “–Mister Big Shot. And all his loser coworkers. I don’t like the IPC.”
Boothill quietly sips his drink.
At least you can both agree on something.
He wants to yawn. He doesn’t have the function to do that anymore.
You talk too much.
He cuts you off, and fiddles with a few buttons on his arm. “What can you tell me–” A small image of a woman projects into view from a small lens near his wrist. “–About her?”
You lean closer to the image. Pretty.
She has lovely purple hair and eyes to match. It’s an unassuming photo. She’s not even looking at the camera, not even close to it. She’s standing next to a little boy with sparkling eyes and a uniform that starkly resembles the hotel staff in the waking world of Penacony—oh, the bellboy. You forgot his name.
You hum. “What’s her name?”
“Acheron.” He spits it nastily, as if tasting vitriol on his tongue.
You lean back against the counter. “I’d have to dig deeper. Can’t say I’ve seen her around before.”
“Well, that’s disappointin’,” he huffs before the image shrinks and disappears back into the lens. “Thought you were better than that.”
Your brows knit together.
“Are you trying to rile me up?” It was working. Curse you and your hot-head. It would get you killed one day.
Boothill grins.
Then, he raises his glass to you. “Yep.”
You wanted to pull him apart right there, like a doll.
Instead, you whisper, “tell me about La Mancha.”
Boothill casually sips the whiskey. “What’s in it for me?”
“I’ll dig up whatever I can find about that Acheron girl.”
Boothill then lets out a small giggle. “I already know who she is.” He wasn’t lying either. You could tell by how he grinned. “I was testin’ ya.”
Oh, great. He’s figured you out again. Not that there’s much to decode beneath the layer of self-doubt and hostility.
You could feel your face burning.
He grabs your cheeks before you can turn away.
“You ain’t here ‘cause you got some ‘puppy crush,’” he accused playfully, squishing your skin like it’s clay. “You already told me ya know everything about blondie. Who’re you really here for?”
He’s not stupid.
He’s also twirling a lock of his hair around his finger.
God damnit.
Your fingers curled tightly around the rim of your glass. The cucumber slice has since fallen into the cosmopolitan, and it’s giving the entire drink a strange watery taste.
The bar carries on. There’s a hoot from the table with blondie, who’s now, since the last time you stared daggers into the side of his head, collected some more of his poor opponent’s chips.
You pull your face from his grip. “Nobody.”
“Not even me?” Boothill presses. “You seem to love followin’ me around. In and out the dreamscape.”
You grit your teeth.
“The bartender,” you mutter finally. “I’m here for the bartender.” Currently, Gallagher is half asleep on the other side of the counter, trying to negotiate with some drunkard over the pricing of a scotch.
You eye him warily for a moment.
“There it is.” He pats your head like a dog. “Knew you’d come ‘round, pumpkin.”
You’re trembling with rage. “Kiss my ass, you cyborg scum.” You were considering throwing a punch at his perfect face.
“Rude.” Boothill flicks your nose back and you grunt. “I’m tryin’ to be nice wit’ you. You followed me here.”
You wanted to leave now. He sucks when he knows he has the upper hand, even if he’s well aware you can make his arms tear his own head off.
But you’re not going to do that. You need him. You made that clear.
The sound of a slot machine goes off somewhere to the right. There's cheering from a bunch of women.
You turn back and stare at the wall of liquor behind the bar. Maybe you should just knock yourself out. Whether by downing an entire bottle of bourbon or smashing it over your head. It was a hard choice to make.
You watch him through your peripherals, noticing he’s pinched a napkin from the pile on the counter.
“Lookin’ very pretty tonight, by the way. Hard to keep my eyes off ya.” He was writing something down with the pen from before. “If you were anyone else, I woulda had to take ya home. ‘Specially after ya bought me a drink.”
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Then, you pause. “Excuse me?”
Boothill folds the napkin into a square and holds it to your lips. “Open.”
“You are not–”
Too late. He’s pushed it to your teeth, and you instinctively clamp down on it.
Oh, this sucks. This sucks bad.
He knows it, too, from the way he’s grinning at you like a shark and snickering.
He presses his warm lips to your cheek. The scent of whiskey faintly wafts in the air.
You stupidly freeze, hands curled around his wrists when his cold hands tilt your head so the tip of his tongue can press to the corner of your lips. You could stop him. You could.
You didn’t.
You smell like strawberry, the same as that other night. You look just as good, too. Shame you haven’t put anything on your lips. He would’ve loved to be stained a nice pink again.
He slides his whiskey next to you.
Then, he finishes what’s left of your drink. Dickhead. “I’ll be ‘round if ya need me.” He taps your nose and stands up. “You know where to find me.”
With a tilt of his hat, he leaves.
You pull the napkin from your teeth. Are you serious?
Face burning with humiliation, you hastily unfold the tissue, fingers shaking around the glass of whiskey. It’s heavy on your tongue; disgusting, bitter, everything you’d use to describe that stupid cowboy and his abomination of a body.
Scrawled in blue ink is a line of numbers. It looked suspiciously like a phone number.
Below it in blocky letters are the words: Keep In touc H. ♡
There’s a crudely drawn horse with a hat in the corner.
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gracebethartacc · 1 month ago
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Rushed asf but something something mind electric and mind acoustic I think (scene from my newest fic chapter Teehees)
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ioniansunsets · 1 year ago
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Hello!! I love all the heartsteel writings you have done recently , they are really delightful to read with the effort and time you put in thank you!! Would it be okay to request a secanrio i have in mind :
Where reader was listening to heartsteel kayns playing the guitar and she gets dreamy , he teases her and offer up to teach her how to play the guitar. He could also drag her close to his lap for close-up demonstration. Reader is very aware of his heartbeat and stuff and kayn could tease more!
Whichever you're comfy and feel free to change if youd like, and take ur time with it!! ♡
✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Teaching Reader the Guitar ✖
✖ Word Count: 891
✖ Tags: Established R/S
✖ A/N: Thanks for waiting! Sorry this took a while teehee I tried to make it fun for you.
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It was a nice cool evening, the two of you just had dinner and you were lazing on his bed. Kayn was feeling like rocking out so he set up his electric guitar and was having a hell of a time just a few meters from you. You lean against the headboard, watching him from the bed. It was beautiful. Without a doubt. The soft expression on his face as he hums and strums, the way his fingers glide over the strings, the way his arm muscles tense as he presses down on the frets. You were in love, and if you weren't, just seeing him like this playing the guitar for you would have your heart stolen anyway. For someone so chaotic, he was almost angelically graceful when he gets so in the zone playing the guitar. It was so unlike his usual stage self like this. Playing a different tune from the usual genre you were used to hearing from him. Kayn calmly vibing instead of his chaotic high. It was Kayn playing this time, not the Rhaast you were used to seeing on stage.
His brows furrowed in concentration as his hands work away on the instrument. The way he seems so...at peace when he's playing the instrument. The beautiful melody and steady tapping of his feet just further draws you in. You can't help it, you really can't stop yourself from staring. He was beautiful like this. The way sweat slowly drips down his face. The small step he takes back as he balances himself when he really gets into it. No wonder he had so many fans. If you weren't so distracted you would have grabbed your charging phone and tried to sneak in a few photos. Smiling to yourself, you watched him intently, doing your best to commit this to your memory when his voice snapped you out of your daydream.
" Starstruck my love?"
He gives you a smug smile as he puts the guitar down by his desk and walks over to you. You wave off his comment and tell him how much you loved watching him play. It wasn't that you were starstruck, it was just that you loved him and he had his charms. Especially over you. Especially when he looked so cool...
" Do you want to try playing something? I could teach you. I'm generous that way."
He bends over the edge of the bed, giving you a chaste kiss before smirking again. Hands behind his head as he looks at you.
"A private lesson from the Amazing Kayn of Heartsteel is something most fans would die for you know~"
You wanted to scoff and reject him but honestly, it was a nice way to understand him better. A pleasant excuse to get closer, share a new hobby, how could you say no. So of course you agree.
Excitedly, he grabs you and pulls you over to his chair by his desk. Sitting down, Kayn pats his lap, signaling you to join him. You raise a brow but his arms are already snaking around your waist, pulling you down. He adjusts some things on the sleek guitar before placing it comfortably on your lap. Your heart races as his arms wrap around you to hold the instrument. Sure he was just holding the guitar in place but you could feel his breath on your neck, his strong chest against your back, the small twitch in his leg as you adjust yourself, the rhythming thumping of his own heart. Ok, you were going to try and commit this feeling to memory too.
" Hmm...let's start with something simple. We'll get you used to like, some easy strumming pattern or something first. Easier stuff."
Kayn's fingers ghost over yours, gently moving your fingers into place, lightly pressing them down onto the frets for you. His other hand passing you his guitar pick as he gently holds your wrist. He leans his chin on your shoulder as he helps you move your hand. A shiver running down your spine as you feel his warmth slowly spread across your body from the close proximity. Kayn's hand begins to move, rhythming a slow down down up down beat. A simple beat that you've heard in other pop songs before. It was nice to listen to, Kayn already humming a little tune before he stops to speak.
" Wow you're doing good~ "
You almost yelp as his deep voice whispers into your ears. Way to close than you were used to. The way his breath hit the edge of your ears just send an almost instant blush across your features. He notices you jump a little, another playful smirk now plastered across his face as he sees you turn red.
" Oh? Feeling more than the music darling?"
Another accursed deep sultry whisper into your ears. Kayn leaning in closer to give the edge of your ears a teasing lick before you turn to glare at him flustered.
" Sorry can't help it, you were too cute all blushy like that in my lap."
He almost purrs into your ears, you can feel the deep rumble of his voice against your body in the closeness. Ah, what did you get yourself into by agreeing to this. You close your eyes and sigh as he lightly presses a kiss against your neck.
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doodle-girl · 9 months ago
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The Monsters of Eastridge: DOAI Playlist
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Description: At this point, might as well make a playlist for everything. Welcome to my own personal demon-filled hell, this is mostly based on lyrics, vibes, or both 🎃 (Edit: Due to recent fixations, this now also includes some Sitcom AU stuff.)
(Yeah this is made mostly for @spookmuth but also just anyone else who’s interested in my music taste/how my thoughts work. Will update the post whenever the playlist updates, have fun! Also footnotes will be in brackets because I like footnotes)
Edit: Now on spotify! Courtesy of @witheredallium <3
Edit edit: On youtube now! (Sitcom-specific songs not included)
“Happy Face” by Jagwar Twin [I have had an animatic for this jangling around my brain for actual several months oh my god]
“Turn the Lights Off” by Tally Hall
“A1 - It’s just a burning memory” by The Caretaker [Yeah idk how well this actually fits since it’s based on a song from like. The 30s. But I think it’s obligatory for any analog horror ever lol]
"I Can't Decide" by The Scissor Sisters [This one I got inspo from havoc-bloom's playlist/clip of Pastra finding it. A few of these are, actually, lol] [Edit: I have now realized just how well this fits Clyde in the sitcom au and I am once again plagued by art ideas 👀]
"I'M Sane" by Axie [Me when I torture the innocent with horrid monsters and become one myself. but I'm a little silly about it teehee~ 😜]
"The Circus" by Toby Fox [This popped up on shuffle when I was drawing Clyde once and my brain refused to let go of the vibes™ ever since]
"Animal Cannibal (Possibly in Michigan)" by Buckshot Princess [I would've put the one by Karen Skladany but it's not on apple music 😔 sad. This cover's really nice tho]
"The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid [Same reasoning as "I'M Sane," nyehehe. Also this song really feels like it's ripped out of a musical number. If you told me it was I'd believe you.]
"The Mind Electric" by Miracle Musical
"Horror Show" by K-Modo [You ever just. Think about why Lankmann does the things he did? Like what's his game here?]
"Dance of Corpse (feat. Hatsune Miku)" by Kikuo [this might also spiral into an animatic lol. Anyway do me a solid and go look up the music video, turn on the official english subtitles and come back to me.]
"The Nowhere King" by The Centaurworld Cast
"Nothing Changes" by Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer, and Kay Trinidad [this musical makes me feel. so many things. And I just think the vibes/lyrics of "why try when you'll only end in misery" might fall into the category of vibes here idk idk]
"Murders" by Miracle Musical
"Kitchen Fork" by Jack Conte [I don't remember exactly why I put this here rn but I just know this is an Alex song. It's so beautifully haunting and passionate stg] [Edit: yeah definitely an Alex song]
"Meet Me in the Woods" by Lord Huron ['kay I know the vibes are probably off but look at the lyrics and tell me it shouldn't go here]
"A Crow's Trial" by Vane Lily [Look man I can’t explain this one exactly but just trust me on it]
"You're F****d" by Ylvis [Yeah I put this one here as a joke song. Every single character in here is SO doomed by the narrative, I'm sorry Alex but it's true. teehee~]
"UNCANNY / ft. KAFU" by kian [I actually couldn't find this one on apple music but galactinqq was right about this being an Alex song and I'm putting it on the post]
"Raising the Dead!" by Jessica Law [Styx, you madlad, this is SUCH a Lankmann song oh my god]
“Hymn for a Scarecrow” by Tally Hall [“Simon isn’t even in the series yet, though” My guy it’s called Hymn for a Scarecrow and it’s Tally Hall what else do you want me to do. I love Simon so much I miss him already <3]
“Break My Mind” by DAGames
“In the Mood” by Glenn Miller [this one was in Vol 1! So I found it and I’m putting it here <3]
“Pictures” by Kyle Allen Music [I mean technically the series is videos but whatever. This song fits sue me]
“Ruler of Everything” by Tally Hall [I saw the words “mechanical hands” on a DOAI fanart once and it jumpstarted an idea that refuses to leave me. Turns out it fits VERY well holy crap]
"I'll Be There for You (Theme from Friends)" by The Rembrandts [shoutout to froggydrawz's own sitcom AU playlist for more material for me eheheheh ✌️ I'll be putting a few of those here]
"I'm Still Standing" by Taron Egerton [sitcom exclusive because canon Alex is fucking dead /lh]
"Digital Silence" by Peter McPoland
"How Far We've Come" by Matchbox Twenty [another sitcom one nyehehehe. This AU has me by a chokehold unlike any other AU I've been into istg]
"Who is She (Reprise)" by Kimiko Glenn [I apologize for those who came here for a normie-ass DOAI playlist, I promise it started out that way but y'know that's fixations for ya. Anyways I added this one on a whim because it gave off veldigun!Alex AU vibes. Might fit with other stuff idk do with that what you will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]
"Soft Bitch" by Rio Romeo [pretty sure it was spookmuth that made a sitcom AU art inspired by this song and I love it]
"Runaway" by AURORA [secret-spirit if you see this at all just know this was your doing (/pos). This is like, my favorite AURORA song and seeing you do an Alex art in the whiteboard to this song sparked a primal "holy shit" moment in me]
"Lose Control" by Teddy Swims [I was doodling in the DOAI whiteboard when my mamá started playing this in the other room and my brain immediately went "oh my god what if Clyde and Winfrey"]
"Soft Apocalypse" by Charming Disaster [Once again, everybody give it up for Styx's music taste, this is making my brainworms go mad with art ideas 👏👏👏 sitcom AU song, btw]
Side note, might hit a word limit here? So Imma have to continue this list in a reblog, just look through those for more if ya want✌️
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lanawrx · 1 month ago
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Hi! If I may can I request a oneshot smut about Keisuke Takahashi x fem reader! the prompt being about car sex 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥
the idea popped in my mind after listening to the song “Passenger” by Deftones!
Having Car Sex with Keisuke Takahashi
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a/n: so sorry for the wait gworl! hope you enjoy this shit as much as I enjoyed writing it teehee. I listened to that song on repeat the entire time.
cw: lotsa pussy talk, dirty talk, cream pie, unprotected sex, afab reader, possessive Keisuke
tags: @dreamcastgirl99
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The night was electric, filled with the scent of burnt rubber and the roar of engines, but the tension in the air had an edge to it. The moon hung low, casting a silver sheen across the twisted mountain pass. Keisuke Takahashi was behind the wheel of his legendary yellow FD, his eyes focused like a hawk, watching the road with an intensity that bordered on feral. His hands gripped the wheel so tightly, his knuckles were white. He was ready for this.
Tonight wasn’t just about proving himself as the best—no, tonight was personal. The other team had crossed a line, taunting him with insults, calling out everything from his driving to his pride. But the final insult, the one that drove him to the edge, was when one of the rival drivers casually mentioned what they’d do if they won.
“If we take this race, I’ll make sure to take your chick with me, too.”
That was the last straw. His blood boiled. His grip on the wheel tightened even more. Nobody disrespected him, and nobody would ever lay a hand on you. Not while he was breathing.
The engines roared again as the race began, but Keisuke was no longer racing just for victory. This time, he was racing for you. He pushed the limits of his FD, throwing it through corners, every motion aggressive, calculated, and precise. His mind was clouded with nothing but fury, and every turn became a punch thrown at the world that dared to mock him.
The rival car stayed neck and neck, but Keisuke was relentless, pushing harder, faster. He could feel his opponent trying to play games, weaving in and out of his lane, trying to throw him off course, but Keisuke wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. His thoughts flashed to you, the way the bastard had spoken about you. His stomach twisted, his anger surged, and he stomped harder on the gas.
The final stretch. Keisuke floored it. His foot was heavy, his pulse racing in time with the engine’s roar. The rival car tried to pull ahead, but Keisuke wasn’t having it. With a final aggressive swerve, he sent his opponent flying into a skid. The tires screeched, the rival car lost control, and Keisuke sailed across the finish line, victorious.
He barely slowed down when he reached the top, the roar of his engine still ringing in his ears. His heart was still pounding, not from the thrill of the race, but from the anger that hadn’t quite settled. He parked the FD with an almost violent force, slamming the car into gear before throwing the door open.
You were already standing at the top of the pass, waiting. You hadn’t seen the exchange or heard the insults, but you could tell by the look in Keisuke’s eyes that something had ignited within him. You approached him cautiously, taking in the way his muscles were still tense, his jaw clenched.
Before you could speak, Keisuke’s voice cut through the air, rough and strained. “Get in the car,” he commanded.
Your brows furrowed in confusion, but you didn’t question him. You simply nodded and followed him to the FD, slipping into the passenger seat without a word. Keisuke slammed the door shut, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, the tension in his posture like a coiled spring.
As soon as the engine roared to life, he punched the gas, taking off down the mountain pass at a speed that made your breath catch in your throat. He was driving like a man possessed, the world outside blurring into a streak of lights and shadows. You could feel the weight of his anger in every corner he took, the force with which he accelerated and decelerated. His eyes were locked forward, but you knew he wasn’t seeing the road anymore. He was seeing something else—something that wasn’t just about the race.
“Keisuke…” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm, your fingers brushing against the tense muscle. “You’re scaring me…”
He didn’t answer immediately, his teeth gritting together. The grip he had on the wheel was almost painful, his knuckles pale against the leather. But when he did speak, his voice was rough, dark with a possessive anger you’d never heard from him before.
“Those assholes think they can take you from me. They think I’ll let them… I’ll never let them touch you.” His voice dropped to a low growl, a warning, a promise. “You’re mine. And they’ll learn not to mess with me, or you.”
You swallowed hard, your heart racing—not from fear, but from something else. Something deeper. The intensity of his words, the way he looked at you, made something inside you twist in excitement and need.
Keisuke was protective, yes, but this… this was a level you hadn’t seen before. This was the side of him that was raw, untamed, and possessive. And you were his.
You leaned forward, placing your hand on his leg, your fingers running up his thigh until you were close enough to feel the heat of his skin. He glanced at you quickly, his eyes dark with a storm of emotions. When he saw the look in your eyes—soft yet full of want—he couldn’t resist.
Without a word, he pulled the car to the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The moonlight hit his face as he turned to you, eyes fierce and full of hunger.
“You want to know what happens when someone tries to take something that’s mine?” Keisuke’s voice was low, every word laced with passion and fury. “I show them exactly how much they’re willing to lose.”
Before you could respond, his lips crashed against yours, fierce and demanding. You melted into him, his taste addictive, his presence overwhelming. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him, and the heat between you both became impossible to ignore. Every movement was a surge of desire, a release of the anger that had burned inside him ever since the race started.
You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The world outside, the tension, the race—it all faded into the background. All that mattered was the fire between you, the possessive passion that crackled in the air.
When you finally broke away, breathless and flushed, Keisuke’s forehead rested against yours. His eyes were darker than before, but there was something softer there now, a vulnerability that made your heart race even faster.
“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his hand cupping your face with a tenderness that contrasted with the fire of his words. “And I’ll never let anyone take you from me.”
There was something in his eyes then that made you want to give in to him, to let him take you, to prove just how much you belonged to him. And it seemed as though Keisuke knew it, too, because he leaned forward and whispered again, his breath hot against your lips, “Spread your legs for me.”
The command was enough to send shivers down your spine. You felt your skin tingle with excitement, your pulse pounding in your ears. Without a second thought, you shifted your position in the seat, parting your legs and inviting him in.
Keisuke made a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. His hands teased the lace-trimmed ends of your panties. His thumb stroked a careful stripe up your covered slit.
You gasped, the teasing pressure making you clench around nothing. Slick began to drip from your hole and drench the delicate fabric covering you.
Before you could catch your breath, Keisuke moved forward, his face inches from yours as he kissed you again. His lips were softer this time, but still demanding, coaxing you to open your mouth for him. You did, and his tongue slipped in, caressing yours with a gentle pressure that had you melting into him.
He reached for your shirt then, his hands moving in a rush to slide beneath it to unhook your bra. His touch was still fierce with passion, but now there was something almost reverent in his movements. He reached down to pull your shirt over your tits, his eyes on yours, his mouth still locked on yours. When you were practically naked from the waist up, he pulled back, his gaze sweeping over your body. The look in his eyes made you flush.
Keisuke leaned back slightly, his hands running up your thighs to your hips, pulling your skirt down until they fell beneath your seat. He let out a low groan as his eyes swept over your body. You were wearing a pair of white panties that had the tiniest lace trim along the edges, and when Keisuke saw them, he almost couldn’t breathe.
His hand reached out, slipping beneath the waistband. His fingers skimmed the curve of your hip, his thumb brushing against you with a soft, teasing touch. You gasped, your hips jerking towards him, seeking more.
“Kei—” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with desire. “Please…”
He looked up at you then, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and dark, his finger trailing closer to your clit.
“You,” you whispered back, your face flushing as his finger grazed your most sensitive spot. “I want you.”
Keisuke chuckled then, his expression predatory and possessive at the same time. “You want me baby?”
“I want you,” you whimpered again, the words almost torn from your throat. “Please, Keisuke. Fuck me.”
His eyes narrowed, a fierce glint in his gaze. He leaned down closer, his breath hot on your skin as he whispered, “You want my cock inside your tight little pussy?”
“Y-yes,” you stammered out, your cheeks burning. “Yes, Keisuke—”
“Say it,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive as his fingers pushed your panties aside and began stroking up and down your exposed slit with a thumb. “Say you want me in that sweet pussy.”
“I—I want you,” you gasped out. “In my pussy—”
Keisuke let out a sound that was almost a growl as his mouth crashed against yours again. The kiss was brutal, devouring, and full of possessive fire. You moaned into it, the desire burning hotter and hotter with every passing moment. Your hips jerked towards him, desperate for more.
As though he could feel your need, Keisuke reached down and tugged at your panties, pulling them down until they joined your skirt in a pool on the car floor. His fingers slid up your thighs again, his touch torturously slow. He parted your legs even wider, his mouth still locked against yours as his fingers ghosted over you.
“Fuck,” he groaned out, breaking away from the kiss to look between your legs. “Your pussy’s so fucking wet for me.”
You whimpered, your skin flushed, your clit throbbing with every word. “I’m always wet for you,” you confessed, your voice high and breathless.
Keisuke groaned at the words, his hand sliding further down until his fingers were stroking between your folds. “Then let me take care of it for you.”
His words were laced with hunger and promise. When his fingers closed around your clit, he began to rub it in firm strokes. The sensation sent your head falling back against the headrest, your breath coming out in sharp gasps.
“You like that?” he asked, a low growl in his voice, his fingers still moving with a sure rhythm. “You like it when I touch your pussy?”
“Yes,” you admitted, your hips jerking with every stroke, your body arching up towards him. “I love it.”
Keisuke murmured a low noise of approval. His mouth dipped lower, his lips kissing down the curve of your throat, over your chest, and further until they were over your breast. His tongue laved against the sensitive skin, the strokes of his fingers against your clit matching the soft flicks of his tongue against your nipple.
He sucked softly, slowly going harder and rougher with your tits until they grew overstimulated from the assault. Nibbles and gentle bites continued, Keisuke sucking as if to draw out milk.
You moaned softly, your body taut, every nerve alive. His mouth finally unlatched from your breasts and moved further down, his tongue trailing a heated path down your abdomen until he was between your legs, his mouth hovering over you.
“Keisuke—” you gasped out, your fingers threading into his hair as he began to lick at your clit. “Oh fuck—”
The words were torn from your lips as his tongue began to work you over, his fingers sliding down your slit until two slipped into your hole. He fucked you slowly with his hand, his tongue torturing your clit, licking and sucking and biting until you couldn’t catch your breath. Your body tensed, your pleasure building to the brink of explosion.
“Keisuke, I—”
You gasped out his name just as the pleasure tipped you over the edge. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as a wave of release crashed through you, your moans ringing out in the night air. Keisuke groaned against you, the sound vibrating against your clit, and you let out another sharp cry as the pleasure rippled through you again.
Finally, when it had faded to aftershocks, Keisuke pulled his mouth away. His eyes were dark as he watched you, his fingers still buried inside your pussy as he stroked your oversensitive walls. His movements were slower now, more gentle, but no less torturous for it.
“Again,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down your skin. “Come for me again.”
The words were a command, his fingers moving again as his mouth found your clit once more. You cried out, the sensation almost too much, but it was also exactly what you needed. His fingers fucked you deeper, his tongue moving faster as he sucked your clit into his mouth and began to nibble gently. His teeth grazed your swollen skin, and you moaned again, your body beginning to arch up towards him once more.
You were so close, the pleasure building like a tidal wave inside you, your pussy clenching around his fingers. Then he spoke again, his voice muffled against your skin, but the words making your pulse skyrocket all the same.
“Come for me,” he growled, his tone possessive and dark. “Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.”
The image his words brought to mind was almost enough to send you over the edge again. His cock inside you, filling you up and fucking you until you came screaming his name. But before you could get there, Keisuke decided he wanted to watch you come for him one more time. He pulled away, his fingers and tongue slipping from your body as he leaned back and reached for his zipper.
His cock sprang free, hard and ready. Keisuke stroked himself with a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes never leaving you. The sight of him like that, so big and hard and thick, made you feel hot all over again. Your pussy throbbed, your nipples tightening with renewed desire.
“Please,” you whispered again, desperate to have him fill you up.
He chuckled softly then, the sound low and predatory. “We can’t fuck in the passenger seat,” he said. “But maybe if you get into the back, we can make it work.”
Your pulse leapt at the words, your breath catching in your throat. You nodded eagerly, his possessive tone sending shivers up and down your spine. Without a word, Keisuke climbed over you and moved to the back seat, his hard cock still held in his fist. He waited for you, and when you slipped into the seat, he grabbed your thighs and pulled you towards him until your legs were spread wide around his hips.
“Now this is a good view,” he purred, reaching forward to stroke your pussy with a knuckle. “This tight little pussy, just waiting for me to fuck.”
Your skin was flushed, your hair a wild tangle from earlier, but when Keisuke’s fingers stroked against your oversensitive clit, your eyes locked with his.
“Fuck me,” you begged. “Please. I need you inside me.”
The words were almost a whine, but he seemed to like that. He grinned, his hand stroking you again as he shifted forward, his cock poised at your entrance.
“You want my cock,” he murmured, his voice laced with dark promise as he began to push inside you. “You want it deep in this tight pussy?” The question was a taunt, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly filled you up.
“Y-yes,” you gasped again, your hips rocking back to meet his tip as he finally buried himself inside your cunt.
“Good girl,” Keisuke growled out. His arms braced on either side of your hips. He pulled back slowly, his cock dragging against your walls before he thrust back in, hard and deep. The motion made your breath stutter, your tits bouncing as he slammed inside you again and again.
His cock filled you completely, the stretch a welcome sensation that had your pussy clenching tightly around his girth. It made him groan, his hips working even harder to get deeper inside you.
“Fuck—” he gasped out, his eyes half-lidded as he watched the place where you were joined. “Your pussy feels so good—”
You moaned out encouragement, your body rocking to meet him with every thrust. His cock began to work faster, the slapping sounds of our bodies filling the car. Your nails dug into his arms, the only thing holding you up as Keisuke continued to fuck you. It felt incredible, your body tense and burning with pleasure. When his hand slipped between your legs to tease at your clit again, you knew you were a goner.
“Keisuke,” you panted out, your pussy tightening around him. “I’m going to—” The words ended in a soft cry as your orgasm ripped through you, clenching tight around his cock and milking him with a vice.
Keisuke’s groan matched yours, his cock pulsing inside you as he filled you up with his release. Your hips jerked against his, your cunt pulsing around his still-hard cock until the last drops of his come were milked from him. Then, as though boneless, he collapsed against you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist and holding you close.
When your breaths began to slow, your bodies still locked together, Keisuke finally lifted his head and stared down at you. There was a fierce protectiveness in his eyes, but also something softer, something that made you heart skip a beat. His mouth dropped to yours for a kiss that was nothing like the others. It was soft and slow and full of affection, and it made your heart soar.
When Keisuke pulled away from the kiss, his hand stroked gently against your cheek, his lips curving into a small smile.
“You’re mine,” he murmured. “And you’ll always be mine.” The words were possessive, but also full of promise. And from the look in his eyes, you knew that he would always keep that promise. He would protect you with every part of his being, and you would love him just as fiercely.
“I’m yours,” you replied, the words torn from your heart.
He smiled again, the look full of warmth and affection. “That’s all I need to know,” Keisuke murmured as his lips met yours again.
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚⋆ ˚。
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rainworld-name-verifier · 2 months ago
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A bunch of iterator names. They seem... a bit familiar, yuh?
Introduction to the Snow
Black Rainbows
White Ball
Murders of Murderers
Seven Space Stations
Mind Electric
Labyrinth Maze
Stranded Lullaby
Dream Sweet in sea Major
And finally: Miracle Musical
Teehee :3
I swear these sound familiar, I may be stupid.
Valid
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tsukichoco-w · 6 months ago
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After what I wish wasn’t a week of designing, I proudly chuck at your face a ChocoFait kid!!!!!!! >_<
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Yeah, I was trying to make a design that had a kind of even balance between inherited traits (Also enjoy vitiligo because fuck yeah)
I don’t mind if you make your own ChocoFait kids canon as in being siblings with this girl! If anything I encourage it teehee ^^
Random info
-Choco Syrup is partially blind, as not only does her mom wear glasses but her dad is kinda missing and eye sooooo yeah…
-Syrup loves listening to happy Vocaloid songs with her parents! :D
-When she gets older, Syrup wants to play the electric keyboard!
that’s all folks! (For now hummm……)
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violetsareblue-selfships · 3 months ago
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#29. Pumpkin / Lantern
Selfshiptober 2024 | [WC: 380] / teehee it's his birthday so i lined up the prompt (and yes it's not Lantern Rite yet but shhh) anyways~ i hope you enjoy this :3
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An imperceptible silence falls over Liyue City as the minutes pass, every citizen's eyes pointed toward the sky. It's an electric feeling like none other than April or Kazuha have experienced. Only festivals and celebrations give a similar feeling, but Lantern Rite triumphs over all.
"Ready?" Kazuha asks softly, smiling softly when flames dance across her fingertips, his ruby eyes reflecting the light beautifully.
"Mm-hmm…" April murmurs, lighting the two lanterns they made with her Vision. The warm glow illuminates their hiding place and they share a soft look.
"Three. Two. One," Kazuha mouths along with the countdown he can faintly hear in the city.
As other lanterns are released into the air, they both gently guide their lanterns to join the rest. A burst of wind from his Vision ensures their ascent, allowing them to seamlessly blend in among everyone else's lanterns.
Their hands silently find each other as they take in the beautiful sight of the lanterns floating into the sky. April silently leans closer, resting her head against his shoulder as her mind fills with wishes for the future.
"The fireworks are about to start," He murmurs softly, and sure enough, barely a minute passes before the sky is filled with all sorts of colors.
The atmosphere is unmatched. Kazuha turns to look at her, something softening in his chest at how blissful she looks. He gently squeezes her hand before letting go of it in favor of wrapping his arm around her waist and tugging her closer.
"Did you make your wishes?" He asks, his voice barely audible over the crackles and pops of the fireworks.
April nods and he smiles softly, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. "So did I. I have a feeling our wishes will come true."
She smiles back at that. Of course, hers will. All she wants is to spend the coming year by his side and make new memories with him. So long as they're together, anything could happen and she'd be fine with it.
"Yeah. I think they will," She murmurs. Somehow she's certain that his wishes are similar. They've always been rather similar.
But for now, they settle in and watch the lanterns and the fireworks, enjoying it more with their beloved by their side.
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cursedfell · 3 months ago
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[ slow motion ] 一 suguru to satoru even more teehee
[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation
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satoru  doesn’t  expect  it,  the  sudden  tug  that  halts  his  retreat,  suguru’s  fingers  curling  around  his  wrist  with  a  firm,  unyielding  grip.  the  touch  sends  a  shock  through  him,  an  electric  thrill  that  courses  down  his  spine.  suguru’s  hand  is  warm  against  his  skin,  too  real  and  close  for  comfort,  and  it  takes  satoru  a  heartbeat  to  realize  that  his  infinity  is  off—he  had  let  it  down  without  thinking,  let  suguru  reach  him.
before  he  can  question  himself,  before  he  can  understand  why  he  left  himself  exposed  like  that,  suguru  pulls  him  back,  and  in  an  instant,  he’s  there—closer  than  he’s  ever  been.  satoru’s  breath  hitches  as  suguru’s  lips  find  his,  and  the  world  around  them  fades,  the  moment  stretching  into  eternity  as  though  time  itself  has  slowed  to  a  crawl.
the  kiss  is  a  collision,  a  meeting  of  fire  and  ice.  satoru’s  mind  blanks  as  he  feels  the  press  of  suguru’s  mouth,  the  way  it  moves  over  his  with  a  purpose  that’s  both  gentle  and  insistent.  there’s  an  ache  that  starts  in  his  chest,  spreading  outwards  with  every  slow,  deliberate  brush  of  suguru’s  lips,  as  though  he’s  trying  to  memorize  every  contour,  every  taste,  every  stolen  second.  it’s  filled  with  all  the  tension  that’s  always  crackled  between  them—years  of  unspoken  words,  of  anger  and  longing,  of  being  enemies  when  once  they  were  everything  to  each  other.
satoru  leans  in  despite  himself,  his  hands  finding  their  way  to  suguru’s  shoulders,  grasping  at  his  coat  as  if  to  pull  him  closer,  to  feel  more  of  him.  his  heart  is  pounding  in  his  ears,  and  the  slow  motion  of  the  kiss  only  heightens  every  sensation:  the  heat  of  suguru’s  breath,  the  subtle  tilt  of  his  head,  the  way  his  fingers  tighten  just  slightly  around  satoru’s  wrist,  like  he  doesn’t  want  to  let  him  go.  there’s  a  quiet  desperation  in  the  way  satoru  kisses  him  back,  a  need  that  burns  in  his  veins,  a  hunger  that’s  impossible  to  satisfy.
he  hates  himself  for  wanting  this,  for  wanting  suguru  when  he’s  sworn  to  stop  him.  but  in  this  moment,  nothing  else  matters—neither  the  war  they’re  fighting  nor  the  fate  of  the  world  that  hangs  in  the  balance.  all  that  exists  is  suguru’s  mouth  against  his,  the  slide  of  their  lips,  the  heat  that  builds  slowly,  inevitably,  as  satoru’s  tongue  tentatively  brushes  against  suguru’s  lower  lip,  seeking  entrance.
suguru  grants  it,  and  the  kiss  deepens,  becoming  something  darker,  something  raw  and  untamed.  satoru  can  taste  the  bitterness  on  suguru’s  tongue,  the  taste  of  a  man  who’s  chosen  destruction,  but  he  drinks  it  in  anyway,  craves  it  like  a  dying  man  craves  air.  he  pours  everything  into  that  kiss—his  frustration,  his  longing,  the  unspoken  plea  that  maybe,  just  maybe,  there’s  still  something  worth  saving  in  suguru.
it  feels  like  it  lasts  forever  and  not  nearly  long  enough  when  suguru  finally  pulls  back,  his  breathing  ragged,  his  grip  on  satoru’s  wrist  loosening.  satoru’s  lips  part  slightly  as  though  to  chase  after  him,  as  though  to  ask  for  more,  but  the  words  die  in  his  throat.  his  chest  is  heaving,  his  whole  body  thrumming  with  the  aftershocks  of  what  just  happened,  and  all  he  can  do  is  stare  into  suguru’s  eyes,  dark  and  unreadable,  as  though  searching  for  some  kind  of  answer.
"why  now?"  satoru’s  voice  is  barely  a  whisper,  a  crack  in  the  silence  that  surrounds  them.  he  doesn’t  know  what  he’s  asking—why  suguru  kissed  him,  why  he  let  it  happen,  why  the  two  of  them  are  standing  here  as  though  the  world  isn’t  breaking  apart  at  the  seams  because  of  them.
suguru  doesn’t  respond,  just  lets  his  hand  slip  from  satoru’s  wrist  and  turns  to  walk  away,  leaving  satoru  standing  there,  his  lips  still  tingling  from  the  kiss,  his  heart  still  aching  with  the  burn  of  wanting  someone  he  can  never  truly  have.
someone  he'll  never  reach.
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mantisgodiveblog · 9 months ago
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Yes, you saw the ‘incorrect answers in the tutorial’ moment!! Loop’s ‘Teehee’ made me break into giggles when I first saw this scene. (The Pokemon type chart made me crack up- rock, paper, scissors, dragon, electric-). I’ve never thought of why tonics are absolutely everywhere. I guess it’s like having medicine ora first aid kit? And double interaction with craftonomy book! Love to see it. The low health, time freeze and death portraits are very good. ‘Lie More Actually’ is a take I’ve not seen.
Who keeps a first aid kid next to their bed instead of in the bathroom??? What are you gonna do? Bleed on your bed and all your nice bedding while bandaging yourself up? Put those somewhere you WON'T bleed on everything while fetching them.
We are an enthusiast of harming people and also an enthusiast of fucked up perceptions and lying. If you can't be genuine, then at least make those lies entertaining. We aren't here for a grounded discussion on our personal facts right now, are we? We're here to fight the king and if it's a time loop you should absolutely start ignoring your personal morals and just straight up lying about shit. Monotony is a mind-killer. To have everything be the same, day after day, and never get better, will ceaselessly fuck up your brain. You need variety to survive. You need to start setting off butterflies to make things react off of each other or you'll go insane.
Ideally, Siffrin would be open with his friends about the time loop. Since we do not think he will be honest with his friends about the time loop without, like, an entire 50k word fix-it fic's worth of character development, as his archetype is prone to doing, we think that Siffrin should start lying to his friends more to introduce additional variables to the time loop and make future loops more entertaining. We think this will improve things. Also, it will be funny to US, and that's what matters. If you're trapped in a time loop with the same handful of people for the forseeable future then the least you can do is start introducing bizarrely specific false impressions to the pool so you don't just spend the time loop repeating the EXACT same thing over and over.
Listen, a day and a half isn't all that much to work with, but if you can work out the impressions that people are more likely to buy into from trial and error you should be able to eventually figure out what you need to say to someone to convince them that the reason Mirabelle is immune to time freeze is because The King used to be someone important to her who was corrupted and whose last fragments still recognize her. Sure, this would collapse in on you in a longer scenario, but it'll be really fun to watch play out while it lasts. We are not concerned about debating the ethics or morality of this because the time sloop means that there will be no long-term consequences.
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slamminslamminmcgill · 2 years ago
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I would totally let Lalo drug me. I would eat the delicious meal he made for me, pretending I didn’t see him slip something in it, and I would let him do whatever he wanted to me 💗
ANON
YOUR
FUCKING
MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!
intox is easily my biggest kink u don’t understand 🥺🥺🥺 hope u like it i started this while i was incredibly high
warning: intox kink, dubcon/noncon/cnc. dead dove do not eat
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i know this man has an unfathomable tolerance for substances. he’s insane. he literally just does a bump of coke like it’s nothing just so he can say “bro this shit sucks 🤢”
he works for a drug cartel. you know he’s got GOOD shit. whatever you can think of he can get for y’all
he gets the best weed you’ve ever had and y’all jerk each other off after smoking a bowl together.
he cooks you the best goddamn meal you’ve ever had and oopsie he used shrooms or molly in the sauce so now you’re tripping balls teehee.
he can tell when it kicks in. your pupils dilate, your heart is pounding, and you go fucking dumb.
when it does he just taps your forehead and goes "hello? anybody in there?" and then laughs and pulls you into his lap
and fucks you STUPID
his touch feels fucking electric and he's so fucking gorgeous and amazing and oh my god he's perfect it's all so beautiful and hey are the walls melting oh well what can ya do it looks pretty everything's pretty 😵‍💫
when you're drugged you're rambling incoherently like that and he's just smiling and nodding along. he loves how sensitive and loopy you get when you're drugged. it's so cute! he'd pet your head like a cute little puppy and ruffle your hair
he's got his hands on your hips and he's bouncing you on his cock while you just have your mouth hanging open, tongue out and drooling, eyes glazed over as he fucks you.
he'd also talk in spanish more bc there's no way you're understanding him regardless.
"sí, chiquito, como eso. está bien. no tienes que pensar. déjame hacer todo el trabajo. ¿te sientes bien, cierto? te amo como esto, se ves tan tontito ahorita, mi conejito. mi conejito lindo." (yeah, baby boy, like that. that's good. you don't have to think. just let me do all the work. it feels good, yeah? i love you like this. you look so silly right now, my little bunny. my cute little bunny.)
he's not gonna stop until you pass out btw (and even if you do there's no guarantee he's stopping anyway)
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ditty-nightsong · 1 month ago
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💫Ooooooo you wanna tell me about Windsong and also Angell soooooo bad ooooooo
(cracks my knuckles.) I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ON WINDSONG. she goes first because she's literally my everything.
so basically, windsong (real name ekaterina) is an arcanist who researches ley lines. within the world of reverse: 1999, this is heavily considered a fool's errand. the events of "farewell, rayashki" are basically her last hope to get any kind of funding or recognition for research, and despite everything. she makes it work! at the end of her character story, she's officially hired by laplace scientific computing center, because of her research and knowledge of ley lines. she has gone through a great level of ordeal to get where she is by the end of her character story. she works really hard and puts her whole soul into everything she does. i initially fell in love with her in what i thought would be a fleeting crush, because. i'm not going to lie at first i was just like "oh she's really attractive. teehee." but i ended up falling really, really hard for her. i took a break from selfship for a long time, and i recently returned due to Life Events. she was on my mind but i was honestly a little scared to come back to her at first... but as soon as i did, it really, genuinely felt like returning to a warm, loving place! she's my home, i love everything about her. i love her determination and spirit, and i love that despite the world hurting her so much, she still sees the good in it. that's something that her and i have in common!
i also have her in my game; i managed to get her to P3 (portrays are like constellations/eidolons/etc, but 3 is pretty decent since there's a max of 5!) but i'm planning to get her all the way to P5 on rerun. she's my strongest unit! (fun fact: when i rolled on her banner, i at first lost the 50/50 to sotheby... and then IMMEDIATELY, in the next roll, at 0 pity. i got windsong. AND i got a copy of her in that same roll. my ekaterina loves me too! 🥹)
i also have pre-order merch of her coming within (hopefully) the next month! overall, i genuinely love her so much. i'm so, so glad that i came back to her. (fun fact: she is 5'11! i am 5'6 irl so we have a comfortable height difference.)
and angell stuff under the cut! because this is already super long LMAO.
angell is basically a deep-web hitman. like. genuinely that is how she makes most of her money LMAO but she's really good at it. she's kind of bad at taking care of herself and doesn't like to let people in for both her safety and their own, but she's not an unkind or mean person at all. she's a bit forgetful; in her event, she forgets to pay her electricity bill, and she's written the account number down... and then the scrap of paper it was on got lost in the wash. i love her very much too! she repays kindness when she is showed it and she's been described as "wearing her heart on her sleeve" because she doesn't really hide how she feels at all.
also, she likes music and old movies! her sinner ability is basically heightened senses, so she gets sensory overload sometimes. 😔 so she listens to music a lot to help block out noise, since part of her ability is "sensing malice" which means like. she doesn't need to Hear you to know your next movement if it's with negative intent.
she is a fascinating creature. her love came to me at a time when i really needed it and i really appreciate and adore that about her. <3
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eggyboyoart · 2 years ago
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Handsome 2.0
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Just a young artist thirsting over people who don't exist lol.
A general warning, I do enjoy horror and 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (suggestive/nsft) content - so all content like that will have the appropriate warnings.
Please do consider buying me a coffee on my Kofi if you’re feeling generous
Also here is the link to my carrd, please do check it out.
You can find me elsewhere on:
AO3: eggyboyo TIKTOK: eggyboyoart INSTAGRAM: eggyboyoart YOUTUBE: eggyboyoart X (Twitter): eggyboyoart
Masterlist below - Please be respectful :D
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No Title - Izuku Midoriya x GN Reader (TW: angst with comfort, slightly yandere/worshipping vibes??, religious commentary - approx. 700 words)
Dabi brainrot - League meme post (TW: food - less than 100 words)
Domestic Bliss - Shoto Todoroki x GN Reader Crack Fic (TW: Shoto being bad at cooking, fluff/crack, mentions of vomit/throwing up/gagging, Shoto being hopelessly oblivious - approx. 1800 words)
Time Freezing Quirk Theory - what it would be like to be able to freeze time in the mha universe (TW: stealing (money/objects/classified information), murder (slitting throats), psychological confusion caused by quirk-usage, nose bleeding, ear bleeding, eye bleeding, passing out - approx. 500 words)
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The Quest for the Furnace - ONLY ON AO3 - canon-divergent parody of JTTW with members of the brotherhood and you :D (TW: dadcaque, tags to be added)
LMK Six Eared Macaque - silly goofy guy headcanons :D (TW: top surgery scars (we luv) - approx. 500 words)
LMK Azure Lion - silly goofy lion headcanons :D (TW: Azure with lion traits supremacy lol - approx. 500 words)
LMK Red Son - silly bull prince headcanons :D (TW: Agender Red Son (WE LOVE HER) - approx. 500 words)
LMK Tang - silly little cicada headcanons :D (TW: Smoking herbs, hoarding - approx. 500 words)
LMK Peng - silly girlypop bird bitch :D (TW: punching children, discussion of insecurity - approx. 500 words)
Liar - You and Peng fight; its not pretty (TW: blood, sharp weapon (spear), physical violence, claws, reader is part dragon, peng and reader fight, reader gets a solid wallop on peng's face - approx. 1000 words)
LMK MK - silly GAY GAY GAY baby monkie man (TW: none - approx. 500 words)
LMK Sun Wukong - silly stinky monkey loser (TW: wukong not bathing lol - approx. 500 words)
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NU: carnival harem and if they would/would not fuck their clone - teehee :3 (TW: NSFW +18, mentions of 'hate-sex' (the violent kind), spitroasting and general NSFW themes :D - approx. 1300 words)
Kuya Misc. Headcanon - Kuya and drinks (TW: kuya :D - less than 100 words)
Yakumo Misc. Headcanon - Yakumo and drinks (TW: cutest little snake man ever, and kuya ig (reblogged from kuya and drinks soo..) - less than 100 words)
NU: carnival Drink HCs - Aster, Edmond and Olivine and what drinks they like :) - (TW: drinking blood (Aster obvs), a raging sweet-tooth and 'making a mess' - approx. 300 words)
Yakumo dating HCs - I LOVE YAKUMO RAHH- - (TW: poly yakumo/eiden/you ig? (yakumo has two hands), cutie-patootie - approx. 500 words)
Kuya dating HCs - Kuya, my husband - (TW: typical kuya behaviour, uncharacteristically soft Kuya (that fox is a big baby, change my mind-) - approx. 600 words)
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Capitano/Assistant brainrot - Capitano and Sassy Assistant GN Reader (TW: princess as a joking nickname (referring to self) - less than 100 words)
SAGAU Winged Creator - Fun lil’ Xiao and Winged Creator brainrot (TW: heights (flying with wings), massage, could be interpreted platonic or romantic, could also be interpreted as suggestive at the end - approx. 400 words)
Scara Drawing + Body hcs - Emo Scara and ‘doll’/body hcs (TW: broken porcelain, electricity/electro, electrocuting ppl, stabbing ppl, - approx. 200 words)
Modern College Scara - Scara being attracted to idiots/you (TW: Scara calling you dumb and stupid - less than 100 words)
SAGAU creator speaking to animals - crack, pure crack and meme shit abt the creator being able to talk to animals and turns out, animals are assholes :| (TW: swearing, animals beating ppl up - approx. 200 words)
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‘Wolf Day’ - Shaw pack headcanons/brainrot (TW: wolves - approx. 150 words)
Mate Job headcanons - Shaw Pack’s Mate’s Jobs (TW: cooking food/hospitality industry - approx. 560 words)
D.A.M.N. headcanons - D.A.M.N. squad headcanons (TW: talk of weapons for decorative purposes, drunkingly making out?? - approx 280 words)
Darlin’ brainrot - Shifted Darlin’ brainrot (TW: wolf - less than 100 words)
Magical theory - Fun theories about the applications of magic (TW: brief mention of gold being imbedded into skin (no blood/gore) - approx. 200 words)
Darlin’ craft store - Darlin’ owning a craft store + chaotic vamp fam (TW: none - approx. 100 words)
Darlin’ and Bright Eyes brainrot - most badass duo stg (TW: none - less than 100 words)
Darlin’ and Bright Eyes headcanons - my two faves being friends :D (TW: talk of, and I quote, ‘fucking a bitch up’ - approx. 350 words)
Lasko headcanons - Lasko being a secret hoe (TW: spicy clothes, innuendos? implied sexy times with Gavin (as per usual) - less than 100 words)
Dom Lasko headcanon - small hc about Lasko as a dom :D (TW: lasko’s irresistable sex appeal - approx. 200 words)
D.A.M.N. boy + Imperium AU headcanons - drawings abt how I think the D.A.M.N. boys look/dress like + Imperium AU as well (TW: sexiness, scars from being attacked, failed assassination attempt - approx. 700 words)
Camelopardalis/Freelancer brainrot - Freelancer relentlessly flirting with Cam :D (TW: Cam being easily flustered, Freelancer loving every moment of it - approx. 100 words)
Asset brainrot - Asset being a curious nuisance :)) (TW: none - less than 100 words)
Freelancer Revenge - Freelancer revenge brainrot during the E&E games (TW: Kody, fantastic memes - less than 100 words)
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Just Grell - I love Grell sm (TW: amazing, beautiful woman - less than 100 words)
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Julian’s route brainrot - brainrotting about the Apprentice, Portia, Asra and Julian’s death (TW: SPOILERS FOR JULIAN’S ROUTE, angst, little to no comfort, death, plague/sickness, incurable disease, not eating/drinking/moving for days, emotionally/mentally breaking down, crying, Apprentice really goes through it - approx. 650 words)
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Stanley Parable Theory - stanley parable x presentable liberty thepry (TW: deadly virus, dying to said deadly virus, ghosts, haunting - approx. 250 words)
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No Title - Handplates mini fic (TW: forgetting, gaster spoliers ig?? - approx. 150 words)
Underclash - Undertale au idea (TW: gladiator fights, fighting/killing for fun, being forced to fight for your life - approx. 
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Asbestos theory - Asbestos in the facility and Chell’s life expectancy (TW: Asbestos related disease/cancer/sickness, Portal 2 spoilers? - approx. 250 words)
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Your Favourite Human Hosts(TM) - brainrot abt Solomon and MC having a podcast (TW: lucifer’s ass - less than 100 words)
Rich MC Obey me! AU - Obey Me! AU where MC is like RICH rich, featuring; Asmodeus, Mammon and Leviathan (TW: money, BIG money times - approx. 300 words)
Beach Funtimes - unhinged MC, Diavolo and Lucifer :) (TW: mention of Dia's impeccable tiddies, being generally annoying toward Lucifer :), poetic rizz - less than 100 words)
Your Favourite Human Hosts (TM) pt2 - more about MC and Solomon's Morning News Podcast (TW: licking door knobs and that making ppl sick, fist fighting - approx. 250 words)
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Too Far From Home - original space alien horror story (TW:  space, sci fi? murderous alien/space monster, blood, guts, gore, head wound, stomach wound, excessive use of the word moist and wet and other variations, off screen murder, implied murder at the end, not reader insert - approx. 1600 words)
S.A.P. (Super Abilities Project) - old story idea (TW: being submerged underwater for a long period of time, stressful/life threatening situations, being ‘stretched’ in a experimental/torture scenario, being electrocuted, being experimented on/tortured - approx. 250 words)
Project Control - an old story idea from like, 2017-2018 (TW: science experiments, ‘monster’/not human test subjects, murder of a test subject - approx. 600 words)
Project Control 2 - Test Subject 1 and 3 (TW: wack ass drawings/old art style, ‘monsters/test subjects’ (no gore), disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance. humans being experimented on, a child being suicidal - approx. 250 words)
Project Control 3 - Test Subject 4 (TW: conjoined twins, old art style, ‘monster’/non-human test subject, disproportionate body parts, ‘inhuman’ appearance, humans being experimented on, two humans being ‘merged’ into one monster? - approx. 150 words)
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moonferry · 7 months ago
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omgg hey guys.. guess whos back with more writing. teehee this time it's sambastian *yay* . anyway i hope you enjoy this. of course, i have two versions because im a little varmint and i couldn't decide. this version will be posted with a link to the other (another ao3 exclusive. sorry folks.) anyway let's get to it.
title: strawberries and cigarettes
pairing: sam x sebastian
fandom: stardew valley
word count: 1385
genre: ??? i cant think of one im sorry nothing bad dw
warnings: cigarette use, swearing
ao3 link:
The two had just finished a rather long game of “the solarian chronicles” and decided to relax on Sebastian's couch. Now, this wasn’t unusual, as they almost always ended up curled up on his couch and - more often than not - fell asleep (likely because their sessions lasted way longer than anyone had thought and Sam would get scolded for returning home at such a “dreadful hour”. Not like Sebastian’s family minded - they barely went into his basement of a bedroom, anyway. 
So the two curled up against each other. However, something seemed… different about this time - to Sam at least. He was acutely aware of just how physically close he was to Sebastian. It wasn’t a bad experience, no, it was just a little confusing. He had never cared before, so why did his skin feel electric whenever it brushed against the fabric of Sebastian’s sleeve and why did he feel a lump form in his throat when his best friend sent a look his way. Sam’s heart was pounding but he was broken out of his stupor by Sebastian taking another drag of his cigarette. 
“You shouldn’t smoke so much, you know,” Sam protested, a small frown creeping across his face. 
“Yeah? What makes you say that?” Sebastian retorted as he brought the cigarette back to his lips
Sam thought for a moment, trying to find evidence for his argument, “Science? I don’t know, man. It’s just bad for you.” He slumped back against the couch and crossed his arms.
This gained an eyebrow raise from Sebastian, his lips forming into a thin line, “Sam, if you truly cared about something being ‘bad for you,’ you wouldn’t be friends with me.” Sebastian noted the slight shift in Sam’s posture at his response and playfully punched his arm to lighten the mood, “I mean, didn’t your mom call me a bad influence the day we met?” 
Sam rolled his eyes before nodding, “I guess you’re right. She nearly had a heart attack when she found out you smoked.” This caused a chuckle to erupt from Sebastian and the unexpected sound nearly made Sam’s breath hitch in his throat. He’d heard that sound so many times before, so why was it affecting him so much now? Maybe he was just tired. It was a long day, after all. He shook his head to clear his strange thoughts. 
Sebastian took yet another hit of his cigarette, the smell of smoke filling the room as he exhaled. The smell of smoke clung to everything about him: his clothes, his hair, and even his breath.Sebastian moved the object around the edges of his lips, deep in thought. Maybe Sam was right - he shouldn’t smoke so much.Sam glanced at Sebastian, his eyes darting back and forth as Sebastian’s lips perched against the end of his cigarette. A waft of the smell entered Sam’s nose and his thoughts began to run rampant once again. He couldn’t help but wonder: if Sebastian smelled like this, how did he taste? 
  Sebastian glanced over at Sam’s ogling before extinguishing the butt of his cig, crushing into the ashtray on the table in front of him, “If you want one, you could always ask, Sammy.” 
Sam made an embarrassed movement of rubbing the back of his neck and let out a small sigh. That’s what he was curious about - the cigarette, nothing else, right? He shook his head, “You caught me. But you know I don’t smoke, man.” He didn’t know who he was trying to fool more: himself or Sebastian. Judging by the look he received from Sebastian, Sam didn’t know how much the other boy believed so he moved to defend himself, “Seriously, I wouldn’t even know where to start.” 
Sebastian nodded, seemingly accepting this answer for the time being. He leaned back against the couch and busied himself with a nearby comic book. Sam tried to relax, too, but there was a small voice nagging at the back of his mind. It seemed to want something and wouldn’t shut up until its hunger was satiated. 
Before Sam could control himself, he blurted out, “Kiss me.” 
Sebastian’s eyes widened and he glanced confusedly at his friend, “What?” 
This was it, Sam could take it all back and act like nothing happened. He could curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment. But did he want that? Honestly, he didn’t know what he wanted anymore. He debated his choices before speaking again - with much less confidence than before, - “Kiss me” Sam gulped and immediately regretted his choice and began stammering, “I mean- you don’t.. You don’t have to- I was just joke-'' 
But Sam didn’t get to finish his sentence before Sebastian leaned in and connected their lips.Sam’s eyes widened, his cheeks turning a shade of red that he wasn’t sure was humanly possible, and then he closed his eyes and returned the kiss. 
It felt like electricity was dancing across his skin, like he was being burned, and like icicles were creeping up his spine. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Sam’s hand instinctively moved to the back of Sebastian’s neck - the iciness of the shorter boy’s skin clashing with the clammy warmth of Sam’s hands. Everything felt upside down yet completely right-side-up. He wasn’t sure what was doing more loops - his head or his heart. 
After a while, Sebastian parted his lips and the familiar urge overtook Sam. He didn’t even hesitate before deepening the kiss. The faint smoke on Sebastian’s breath seemed to drive Sam wild. It was intoxicating and far more enticing than any pizza he’s ever had - and Sam loved pizza, like.. A lot. However, it wasn’t the remnants of nicotine that was messing with Sam’s head; it was Sebastian. 
Sebastian seemed to taste exactly as Sam had imagined and that seemed to draw him in even more. If he didn’t need to breathe, he would have swam in the taste of Sebastian’s lips forever, but unfortunately, he needs to breathe. Sam pulled away with a loud, very unglamorous gasp for air. His face was much redder than before -  it even seemed to blend in with the t-shirt he was wearing, which was a deep maroon color. 
Sam took a few breaths and began recovering from his almost-asphyxiation-but-not-quite experience. It didn’t help that every breath he took seemed to be filled with only the scent of Sebastian - even the faint notes of peach shampoo that Sebastian swore he didn’t use. 
“You okay?” Sebastian spoke, concerned layered in his “too-cool-to-care” voice persona. He gently placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder and waited for a response. Sebastian’s own cheeks were a light pink and his lips slightly swollen from Sam’s intensity. Needless to say, he didn’t expect this to happen- not that he was complaining, though. Sam tasted like the ripest strawberries, fresh off the vine, and the feeling of a summer breeze against your face. It was refreshing, in a way, but definitely not something Sebastian was used to. Who knows? Maybe he could get used to it. 
Sam finally regained his composure and nodded at the previous question. “That was interesting,” he spoke, adding his typical jokiness to make himself seem less flustered. 
Sebastian formed his lips into a line once again, glancing down at his hands. “Yeah, interesting.” He began fidgeting with his fingers and wouldn’t say anything else.
And that’s when Samson knew.. He fucked up. Sam immediately began trying to rectify the situation and quickly became a stuttering mess. “I mean- No. Interesting isn’t what I meant.” he groaned out in frustration and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Shit, dude. I’m sorry. I’m awful with words.” 
Sam groaned once again and fumbled for what he wanted to say, “I.. really enjoyed that. It was nice.” He glanced over at Sebastian and smiled. 
Instead of doing what Sam expected him to - which was pretty much accept his apology and maybe even have some sort of witty comment to accompany it-, Sebastian’s expression smoothened and he looked hungrily at Sam’s lips before speaking in a more serious, almost gravelly voice, “Then kiss me again.” 
Sam needed to be told things multiple times, but not this. He leaned back in and connected - well more like “crashed” - his lips against Sebastian’s.
A/N: as promised, i did write a second version of this. this one is a little spicier. anyway here's the link.
here you go, heathens.
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