#they could use iiiiiiit

[qsmprambling]

I really hope Bad's grim reaper lore plays a role in the overall lore sometime, there is potentialllll

[thequietkid-moonie]

Can I’m have a romantic scenario for madoka sayaka mami and homura x reader who loves cute things use cute clothes and have a bunny plushie with them all the time and they wish was to be the most cutest most adorable person of the whole universe they use a very cute magical attire and they weapon is a cute bunny staff but unfortunately they turn into a witch they labyrinth familiars even the witch themselves are extremely adorable even had a familiars that looks extremely look like the girls somehow the witch still remember the girls and hug them tighly to let them know reader is still there it remembers them and still loves them headcanons please

Cute S/O still remember them

[ SCENARIO ] [ Madoka, Mami, Homura ]

[ Puella Magi Madoka Magica ]

⚠️ This contain a spoilers

I loved your idea with all my being!!!! Waaaahhh!!! Is so cute and sad and beautiful and angsty and perfect!!! I love iiiiiiit thanks for requesting it <333

Although I wasn't able to think on the scenario for Sayaka, sorry

Madoka Kaname

Madoka and you has always being seen as really sweet and cute couple, Madoka is quite gentle and your own cuteness makes a match way too sweet, the inconditional love was evident, loved or hated by others but that doesn't matter, what matter is that you two have each other

Most of the time Madoka and you go matching even without trying, unconsciously Madoka follows your adorable way to dress, besides her family adores you so obviously her mother would encourage her to match with you! You two even have little matching keychains bunnies (thanks to you)

You two are not only together in the good times but also in the bad times. That one time where you two accidentally end up trapped in a witch labryth just to be followed by Mami you two were together, or when you two decided to carry this burden with your friend and become a magical girl despite knowing the risk you two were together too

You two fight together and comfort each other for the burden, you were always there to cheer her up by finding something positive, like those cute outfit you two wear as magical girls, or how cute Kubey can be, talking about how it reminded you a bunny or even talking to Mami about how you feel about being a magical girl who protect others in the shadows

But as much as all of you wanted to stay positive and enjoy the beautiful ignorance and magic of the situation that wouldn't change your fate, soon or later the burden became heavier and heavier, and, as much as you wanted to tell yourself that as long as you and Madoka were together you would be fine nothing would stop your soul gem to slowly get corrupted, painted in dark tones and turbulent appearance, until no matter what you did you couldn't stop your heart and mind beconsumed by the sorrow, sadness and despair. It took quite a while from the moment your soul gem exploded, to the moment you were reborn in a new body, surrounded by your a labryth that was full of the beautiful and cuteness you used to love, painted by the despair and regret

After hearing the true fate of a magical girl Madoka couldn't think on anything else aside from wanting to save you, getting inside of your new labryth to search for you and try to save you, and, honestly, being there was tortuous, the place was full of colors, all the familiares were quite cute and most of them looked like bunnies, just what you always loved, and that hurt her more, despite your new form you were still you

When Madoka reached the place where the witch was she was quickly greeted by the attack of the familiars, instinctively attacking like any other witch, but that didn't stoped her, Madoka was determinated to bring you back so she started to talk to you as loud as she can, not even trying to defend herself and just dodging the familiars, getting as close as the witch as posible and begging for you to react, what at the end happened, even when your mind was corrupted and full of despair deep down you could still reconize that voice, that person, that little ray of hope that helped you so much in the past

Even with that new form you could still look at her with love trying to reach her and hold her close like you used to do, it was obvious that you were responding to her but only to her, any other magical girl present were attacked, but not her, and even when that made her immensely happy that wasn't enough, your soul gem has become a seed of grief, your human form has being destroyed to born in a new one, there is no turning back now, and, sadly, is Madoka who has to put an end to your new form because it is her duty to eradicate witches

Mami Tomoe

Mami has being carrying a heavy weight ever since she lost everything and became a magical girl, she has being trying really hard to stay composed and calm, even when deep down she is really hurt and anxious about everything having you at her side it has being like a ray of hope for her

Mami is completely in love with you, honestly, even if you dont know it you have done so much for her that she can't even count, your only presence is already comforting but your completely adorable personality is always refreshing for her, everytime you do something cute (wich happens quite often) it gives Mami the opportunity to relax at least for a moment and just enjoy the moment of peace

Mami loves so much your cuteness that she is constantly teasing you and complimenting you, she is always seen with a smile in her lips whenever you are around, even if she constantly teases you she is completely respectful of you, if you ever give her a gift as cute as you she will keep it as one of her more precious treasures

Honestly, the moment you decided to become a magical girl and fight at her side she felt incredibly happy, and yet it took a moment to ask you if you are sure, if you have considerate the aftermath of your desition, even so the moment you finally make the deal with Kubey and first transform Mami wasn't able to hide her happiness

Although, even if you can fight and learn together to be stronger she is still quite protective over you, you being her closest person and the one she loves added to your cuteness it triggers a protective instict on her, wanting to make sure that you are always safe

But even when she was trying to focus on your and her safety and duty Mami couldn't stop the innocent happiness that filled her heart, feeling so proud of you whenever you improved on your fighting style and whenever you manage to take down witches together, her nightmare quickly became a dream, living happily in the lovely ignorance and just enjoying the time and your company when you two still can

Unfortunaly, the dream soon had to came to a end, leaving behind the cruel reality you two were ignorant of, when you didn't manage to get a seed of grief in time to prevent yourself from getting consumed by the inmense despair and sadness as your soul gem got corrupted

Even so, Mami was still in the ignorance, trying really hard to convince herself that your disappearance was because, somehow, you fell in the trap of a witch, getting the labyrinth as soon as posible and running around searching for you, attacking any familiar that came in her way before even a second glance

It took her quite a while to finally notice the fact that the labryth, unlike other labryths, has a quite adorable and pleseant aspect, decorated with bunnies figures all around, something that you probably would enjoy to see, and yet Mami quickly brush off the thought, her mind was already a mess and in a rush, she didn't needed more distraction nor confusion

By the moment Mami reached the witch she was imediatly attacking, not even thinking twice before doing it, her mind was too busy worring about you that she wasn't even able to notice you until by a mistake from her she was captured by the wich, feeling completely anxious and even in shock it took way too long from her to notice that the wich didn't attacked, more like just embracing her, something that felt odly familiar, the thought of you being this thing passed throught her mind just a second and was enough to snap her back and finish her job, too scared of the posibility

Quickly destroying the witch and still without being able to found you she was soon confronted by the cruel truth that Kubey has being hidding from her, that confirmation of that idea that lead her to kill you, and that now it was killing her from the inside

Akemi Homura

Homura's healthy problems have lead her to have dificulties to have a normal life, thanks to that she has become to be shy and with a bad self-seem, she has never being good at anything and yet she managed to date a really adorable and almost angelical partner, she doesn't know how and sometimes she feels undeserving but she is greatful nontheless

Your cuteness is most of the time overwhelming for Homura, but not in a bad way, is just that she sees herself as plain and you are the other extreme around, she doesn't know how someone so beautiful and adorable like you could even notice her and yet everytime you do as much as stand close to her it feels so comforting and even it feels so right that she can't help but let aside her worries for once

You have always being with her, in the good and in the bads, always cheering her up and comforting her when she needed it, and as much as she appreciate she can't help but feel more and more frustrated for not being able to do for you what you do for her, even the moment you two met Kubey she was pretty anxious about it

The moment you finally accepted make the deal with Kubey to become a magical girl hit Homura hard, once again she was being left behind for her cowardice, while she was too scare to make the contract you were already training with your new friends to become a good magical girl, but thats the moment she decided that she wont be a coward anymore, even if she wasn't going to accept the deal with Kubey she would be at your side, doing her best to help you out

Comforting, hearing you vent, being there to cheer you up and even trying to help you find a way around the labryths, Homura tried everything she could do to help you, trying really hard to overcome her anxiety to at least just be there for you, and even when it helped for a while at the end it wasn't enough to fight against the despair that comes with being a magical girl, no matter what she did nothing will save you from your fate

She was there when it happened, last time she saw you was before your soul gem exploted and you disappeared, she tried to explain the situation to your other friends but not even her knew what was happening

Completely scare and worried she got inside of the labyrinth with the others to try to search for you, doing her best to dont just be a nuisance to them nor being reckless, looking carefully around to dont get into danger by accident is when she noticed how familiar the labryth it was, everyhing somehow looked so familiar and somehow comforting too, everything was so cute, so adorable, just like you

Homura felt like going crazy by just seeing it, it was a cruel joke of destiny? maybe life was making fun of her for being so coward, and yet everything became more and more strange as she go closer to the witch, all the familiar were attacking everyone, except for her maybe it was because she wasn't a magical girl or maybe it was just a trap since the familiars seem to be wanting to take her away, as scare as she felt she was still intriged

Everything become even more strange when she found the witch, the familiars around and even the witch were trying to take Homura to them, at first was an attack but quickly became like a silent beg, once the witch had her finally tapped in their embrace it was when both can have a better look of each other, and, as crazy at it sounded, Homura knew this one was you, not knowing why nor how but she was sure it was you, and then is when she felt her entire world crashed down, you were now a witch and she was still the same coward, even in this new form you were trying to keep her close and protect her like always while she was cowering and fearing, but not more, just like before, even with your new form you managed to comfort her and reasure her, this was what finally make her decide to make a deal to Kubey, one that will assure that you will be the real you again

[rewordthis]

So I just watched the last episode of Wind Breaker and I’ll say one thing only; if you haven’t watched it yet, GO!

It got green-lighted for 2nd season for 2025, too!

I’ve been seeing activity about it around tumblr, and to be honest didn’t think much of it, but it’s good. It really is good. I’m already looking forward to 2nd season~ 😋

But right now I want to talk about something I didn’t like. Minor complain but, hey! My post, my rules!

You see…

Sometimes I have beef with the translations for niche things and sometimes it’s because they’re plain stupid…

Like, I hate how Umemiya says “do you like or hate him” here (specifically referring to Togame, あいつ, and actually stressing on the ‘like’ part in the next scene because Sakura tried to stand up for him) and Sakura just full out blushes like his crush has been found out (and he’s doing that a LOT! Trust me~ He’s a tsun, fun little guy <3), but the translation is just this generic line that sounds creepy af on top of detached from the person it refers to (すき is a word that is generally used as ‘like’ as in I like pasta, but for humans it heavily implies liking someone like that, because when mentioned it refers to the love side of the meaning) and it’s so… hmpf~ 😤

Sakura-chan seen through and through~ And he’s not even trying to deny IIIIIIIT (for once)!!! (//∇//)

And this has struck a chord, you know? Because Sakura is a tsun, he’s not accepting that people have seen through him but that’s the only case he does not say anything to deny it. He does not try to deflect. He merely blushes furiously but quietly accepts Umemiya’s statement before he asks what’s so important about being able to ‘converse’ with his fists like… _(:3 」∠)_

‘Yeah, I like him. Let’s change the subject… Why do you care?’

Umemiya’s explanation that this has to meet two conditions in order to happen is… making things even more personal… hhhn~ a) you need to face your opponent and b) to want to know them (and Sakura did thought that during their fight; anyone else getting flashbacks from all those shojo/bl manga this has been used as the catalyst for the mc to acknowledge their feelings, like I did here??? huh???). Ahem. Yeah…

Then the whole thing about how Sakura is still capable of accepting others, even though he says he doesn’t… (Nirei pointing out that he’s been accepted by Sakura even though he’s not strong enough to hold a fight on his own, is a proof of it.)

Not to mention how the only thing he could come up for punishment was “get cooler so I’ll want to fight you again”, coming from a guy who’s literally considering fighting his entire damn personality and reason to exist! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ You like Togame, you accept him (even though you absolutely thought the worst of him at the start), and I dare say he’s even the first person you ever really came to like and your feelings were actually reciprocated — he had an impact in you the way he called your name and invited you to resume your fight — that you were thinking back to it, you also like how he’s stronger than you (you reflected back on how you’d actually lose to him if he hadn’t given up… come on, tell me I’m wrong if you can, I’ll wait~)… Joke’s on you, Sakura-chan~ (☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎

Btw, I know Sakura-chan! What’s there not to love about Togame~ 🤗

Man made me emotional completely out of the blue, kudos to the studio and everyone that worked on this anime and especially these couple episodes. 🩶👍

Right, anyway… if you know me I’m here for the plot first and foremost but a port has many gates so… hehe 🤭

Also, I don’t know how I was under the impression that Sakura was a libra but the wiki had his birthday on April 1st, along with a couple more characters being Aries and I’m like… bro, that’s why the brawls… THEM BRAWLS!!! 😅

[pichiru]

The Sun Also Smiles - Chapter 6

Chapters - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8]

Summary - With Mabel and Dipper's 16th birthday party on the horizon, Grunkle Stan takes to online dating to find a date for the party. Things start to get real weird real fast.

Word Count - 7,875

Pairing(s) - Stan Pines x OC, Candy x Mabel, Dipper x Pacifica

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, Mystery

A/N: This is a loonnngggggg one at whopping 7.8K worrrrddss!! Pls be gentle w me and the things I've written in this chapter!! I haven't written things of this caliber in a WHILE so I'm still getting used to it :3 The actual plot will pick up in the chapter after this! I promise <3 There is smut in this chapter so please be warned before u go ahead and read this with ur family beside u! LOL Enjoy!

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The date was going extremely well considering how nervous Stan and Solana were when they first saw each other. They looked at plenty of art and commented on the techniques. Stan much more than Solana was expecting. She knew he was artsy but not that he seemed like he actually studied it at one point or another.

There was a moment where Solana and Stan looked too shy to get near each other and Candy noticed.

"Wait here," Candy said as she took out her phone. She immediately started moving in their direction, her head down to pretend like she was on her phone. As she passed them, Candy bumped into Solana to get her to move towards Stan a little more. It worked because Solana stumbled towards him but she straightened up immediately from embarrassment.

Solana's eyes darted around the room to see who bumped into her and before she could get really angry about being bumped into, Stan gently touched her arm.

"Ya okay, toots?" he asked in a concerned tone. "Did ya trip or somethin?"  He was looking at her with an expression that was more worried about her wellbeing than telling off whoever it was. Even though he really wanted to. He really, really, really wanted to.

She swallowed hard, blushing and twirling her hair around her middle finger now. "Y-Yeah. I guess I just...lost my balance or something," she lied smoothly. "Happens sometimes," she laughed.

"Ya sure?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm sure. I'm fine. Might be the shoes or something," she snorted. Her eyes widened when she realized what she did and immediately covered her mouth.

"Cute," Stan mused, trying his best not to smile at just how cute he did find it.

"Shut uuuuup," she whined, nudging him and disrupting his balance a little which caused him to laugh in response.

Candy circled back around to the group and grinned. "My work here is done," she boasted, putting her phone away.

"Nice job!" Mabel whispered as she jumped a little in place excitedly. The girls squealed almost silently together while Maze rolled his eyes.

"Maze, you could stand to loosen up a little, you know," Candy said to him suddenly. "It's just a little fun."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't get all the mushy gushy stuff. That's all," Maze responded with a shrug.

"If Pacifica Northwest were here, he'd say differently," Mabel whispered, not so quietly, to Candy and Grenda.

"You like Pacifica?!" Grenda said loudly just before Maze ran over to her and covered her mouth tightly.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh! She could be here! Her family loves fancy schmancy events like this," he said as he looked around in a panicked manner.

"You're not denying iiiiiiit," Candy teased, giggling with Mabel.

"W-Well! I-I-" He stuttered, face completely red now. "L-Look! They're moving!" Maze deflected with a motion towards Solana and Stan. The rest of the group looked to where he was pointing and gasped. They started to follow them again.

Solana and Stan were walking through the exhibits and halls when a painting caught Solana's eye. She became almost entranced by it which pulled her towards it. She stood in front of the painting and marveled at its beauty. It was reminiscent of the Rococo art period. It featured a woman in a garden. She was reading. She looked content.

Stan was standing not too far off from her and watching her reaction to this specific painting. He didn't want to disturb her while she was deep in thought. A few more seconds passed before an idea struck him. He quietly and carefully took his phone from his pocket and took a beautifully lit picture of her. He looked back at the picture and smiled at it happily then looked up at her again.

"Ya like that one, toots?" He asked curiously.

She smiled with a simple nod. "It's so...pretty. It reminds me of my favorite art movement. The colors are gorgeous and the brushstrokes are...genius."

"Yeah, I agree with ya," Stan said as he walked closer to her to get a closer look at the painting.

"Wanna take a selfie with me? To celebrate our first date?" Solana asked, grinning at him cutely.

"Uh, I'm not too photogenic but I'll try for ya."

Solana positioned herself next to Stan while taking her phone out of her purse. She opened her camera then reached up and held her hand out flat with her palm up. She seemed to be waiting for something.

"Uh...?" Stan looked at her in confusion. "Hand?" he asked, slowly bringing his hand up.

"Nooooo. Chin," Solana corrected, wiggling her fingers.

"Oh!" Stan leaned down and placed his head in the palm of her hand to which she responded by gently squeezing his jaw.

She took a picture of them in that position then turned to kiss his cheek and took another one. In both pictures, Stan was blushing and smiling crookedly, trying his best to seem cool even though he was freaking out on the inside.

"There," she cooed before kissing his lips briefly. Her phone got a text message, causing Stan to look briefly.

Big Will 💓 said:

wyd babe?

Stan was taken aback by the name and the nature of the text message. Was she being this genuine with someone else? Couldn't be. She seemed way too into him. Maybe she was just good at lying? He wanted to believe in the best in her.

"Oh! One sec," she said as she let go of Stan to check her text message. She responded almost at the speed of light then turned her attention back to Stan.

"Ready to keep going?" She asked sweetly.

Stan rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. I'm...I'm ready."

Solana noticed how off Stan suddenly was but chose not to mention it for now. "I honestly think we've gone through all the pieces here tonight. I'd be down for that glass of wine if you are," she suggested.

"Yeah. I'm down for that. I feel like I need a drink even though it'll be watered down to hell here," he laughed gently.

"Ah, true," she sighed in defeat. "That sucks."

"It'd probably still be fun just to have the drinks together, ya know?"

"That's true too. Cmon." She grabbed Stan's hand and drug him along.

From afar, the kids were watching the two of them. They'd been following them the entire time, somehow managing to not be seen. How they managed that with four people, they'd never actually know. Maybe Solana and Stan were too into the art to notice or care. Or maybe they were just too into each other.

"Why did his body language change that fast?" Candy whispered to Mabel.

"I'm not sure," Mabel whispered back. "Everything was going well until they decided to take that picture. I wonder what happened."

"Maybe, just maybe, we should stop spying and snooping around," Maze whispered a little louder to the two of them. "Grunkle Stan is a big boy. He can handle himself."

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?" Mabel asked, swatting Maze away.

"Yeah!" Grenda agreed.

"We're already here. We should see it through," Mabel said while nodding. She went to grab Maze's hand to pull him along but she grabbed Candy's hand by accident. When she realized the hand she took was squishier than her brother's hand. She looked down and blushed, feeling stupid. "S-Sorry, Candy."

"I don't mind," Candy reassured with a smile, causing Mabel to blush even more.

Maze noticed that little exchange and made note of it to bring up later when it was just him and Mabel again.

"Where they're going, I don't think we could go," Maze chimed in. "They're going to the wine thing. So with that being said, we should definitely go home. Or just...leave in general."

Mabel sighed dramatically and leaned her head back. "Maaazzzeeeeee. You are being such a bummer right now. I can't believe you."

"Mabel, you gotta admit it to yourself that this is kinda weird," he retorted. "It's also kinda creepy."

Mabel groaned and hunched over sadly. Her entire mood was dampened now.

"Mabel, I'm sorry. I just..." He stopped himself before he could say anything else to make her sadder. There was an air of awkward silence around them now. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of ways to cut the sudden tension.

"We...can go get ice cream? I think the shop by my house is still open?" Candy suggested, rubbing Mabel's arm to give her comfort.

Mabel nodded as she moved closer to Candy's touch for more of the comfort before just moving to give her a hug. "I'd like that."

Candy smiled and hugged her back. "C'mon guys," she said as she put her arm around Mabel's shoulders and pulled her along. Grenda and Maze followed silently behind them, completely forgetting the date at this point.

A couple of glasses of watered down wine later, Solana and Stan were laughing and talking with each other in one of the darker corners of the gallery. Stan completely forgot about why he was upset earlier from being so enamored with this woman. Solana laughed really hard at something Stan said and rested her hand on his chest. She could feel him flexing underneath her touch.

"Oooooh," she cooed playfully. "You're so...solid." Solana giggled and squeezed but stopped when she felt something hard amidst the squishiness of his chest. "What's...What's that?" She asked, trailed her hand to the hardness and pinching it between her fingers.

Stan chuckled. "I uh...I did it on a dare years ago with some friends. They only did one and I wanted to out do em all so I did both," he explained, his face heating up the longer he spoke.

"You..." Solana started, giggling a little. "You got nipple piercings?" She whispered. "My god, can you get any sexier?" Her index finger and thumb squeezed his nipple through his shirt to tease him. He let out a heavy breath through his nose as an attempt to restrain himself. "Ooh, did ya like that one?"

"Alright, alright," Stan laughed. "Don't start somethin ya can't finish."

"Oh, Stanley," Solana started as she started to slide her hand across his chest slowly. "You really think I start stuff I can't finish? Hmm?" She whispered just loud enough for only him to hear.

"W-Well...Now that ya say it," He stammered nervously.

"Yes?" She looked up and batted her eyelashes at him. Her hand continued rubbing his chest as he stood there speechless. "I can stop if it's too much," Solana offered as she began to remove her hand but he swiftly stopped her then held her hand tenderly.

"No," he said firmly. "I...I want this," Stan said in a low tone just for her. "I want ya, toots."

A smile spread across Solana's face at how adamant he seemed. "Would you think I'm a whore if I said I wanted to...ya know..." She licked her lips to emphasize her point.

"Nah. If it makes ya one then it makes me one too. But...I do wanna see what ya feel like," he responded boldly.

"Oh!" She giggled bashfully and looked away from him quickly. It was her turn to blush now. "You're so bad."

"No worse than you are," he teased as he placed his index finger under her chin to make her look at him again. Stan lowered his head to kiss her softly as he held her in place with his free hand by her waist.

Solana instantly melted into the kiss while pressing herself up against him. She moved her hand from his chest to graze the front of his pants to which he flinched. "Sorry," she mumbled into the kiss.

Stan broke the kiss a little to breathe. "Would ya...wanna...head back to my place?"

"What about the kids? I'm...A little loud," Solana admitted shyly.

"Don't ya worry about that, toots. I got ya covered." He kissed her again but briefly with a smile. "Ready to hit the road?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Stanley," she chuckled as she reached up and gently flicked one of his nipples for fun. To watch him squirm. Which he definitely did.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he murmured before taking her hand and leading her out of the gallery.

Solana followed him giddily. She was very much excited for this and she hoped Stan was just as excited. He was much more closed off than she was so it was hard to tell at some points.

Once they reached the car, Stan unlocked and opened the door for Solana. She gave him a look that was surprised but hot and ready at the same time. Without hesitation, she got into the car and Stan closed the door. He subtly hurried over to his side of the car and got in. Just as he was about to start the car, Solana reached over and grabbed Stan's thigh near his crotch.

"Since it's dark right now, your windows are lightly tinted, and we're in a little bit of a secluded place, would you wanna..." She squeezed his thigh, hoping he'd get the hint. Unfortunately for Solana, he didn't.

"Wanna what?" he asked in a nervous tone.

"I was thinkin we could warm up a little and make the ride to your place a little more intense. Make us both want more?"

Though it was dark, the redness radiating from Stan's face could still subtly be seen through it. "Y-Yeah. I...I wouldn't mind."

"Lean your seat back a little," Solana said as she tossed her flowers and her purse to the backseat. As she did that, Stan did as she asked. For extra measure, she even kicked her shoes off on her side so they'd be a little more comfortable. Once Stan was settled into his seat, Solana climbed over to him and straddled him on her knees. She hiked her ankle length dress up to her mid thigh to get flush against him.

"I'm a connoisseur of the art of dry humping," she said simply as she met Stan's gaze. After a few more seconds of Stan's stunned silence, he gripped what bare thigh he could feel through the darkness. He seemed eager enough but needed a little bit of help opening up.

"You okay?" Solana asked in a caring tone as she reached up and held his cheek. "If it's too much, I can stop," she offered. The offer was met with a tighter grip to her thigh as if to tell her to stop suggesting that. "I need you to speak, Stanley."

"I'm fine. I want this. I promise," he said in a serious tone, nodding in the process.

Solana smiled at him then wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts up against his chest. They were so close that it almost forced him to bury his face in them. She smelled so good. Like spicy cinnamon almost. It was driving him to the brink which caused him to harden underneath her. She felt every single bit of it and it excited her to know that he definitely was enjoying this.

"Wow. Someone's excited." She couldn't help but giggle at the thought of him being too shy to say anything. She figured she'd have to do all the dirty talk for the both of them. The urge to coax it out of him was growing and she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why don't you tell me what you're gonna do to me at your place? Hm?" She asked as she started to lightly grind her hips against his.

Stan hissed at the contact and warmth he could feel through her very thin panties. His hands couldn't grip her thighs any tighter for fear of leaving bruises on her that she definitely did not need or want. Or so he thought. He was so speechless and couldn't think of what to say as she continued the movement while looking him directly in his eyes. He couldn't look away from her. Her biting her bottom lip while doing what she was doing was making him harder and harder.

"Fuck," he choked out, pressing his hips up against her, lifting her up slightly. "Godddd," Stan grunted as he trailed his hands up her thighs and to her hips so he couldn't give her any more of a bruise than she was already going to get.

"Stanley," she said in a soft but sultry voice. "Words. I need them. Focus for me, baby."

"Fuckin hell, how am I supposed to focus when you're..."

"When I'm what?" she asked as she smiled deviously.

"God, toots. I'm gonna literally fuck ya into another dimension when I get my hands on ya," he admitted through gritted teeth.

"I'd love to see that happen, Stanley," she panted gently, feeling herself starting to lightly soak her panties. She shifted her body to where she was straddling one of Stan's thighs. "I want you to watch me get off." Stan nodded quickly, doing as she asked. She grinded against his thigh in simple but fluid motions while letting out quiet whines of pleasure.

Stan was completely hard at this point and he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned up and kissed her forcefully then forced her hips to meet with his again.

"I don't wanna watch. I wanna participate," he said against their kisses. "Not really a hands off kinda guy."

Solana giggled into the kisses while whining every so often. "I want it so bad, Stanley," she panted, moving in tandem with Stan's movements at this point. She leaned her head back to try and fully process the pleasure she was getting from this. Just as she was about to be sent over the edge, Stan planted kisses against her neck. The gruff of his beard against her skin sent her into overdrive. His breath was warm but it hitched every so often when he'd hear a particular kind of sound come from her.

"Ya seem like the kinda gal that likes to take control," he whispered against her soft skin. "I wanna change that."

Solana blushed at his words and almost immediately came from the stimulation. A shuddering gasp left her mouth as her thighs clenched around Stan, letting him know that she liked the idea of that. She loved the idea of this whole thing in actuality but she'd never admit it. Yet.

"S-Sorry," she said, her face hot from embarrassment.

"Sorry for what, toots? Cummin? Isn't that the whole point of this?" Stan chuckled warmly.

"Y-Yeah but..." Solana looked away, feeling the hotness overtake her entire body now.

"I liked hearin your sounds. Of course a babe like you has the sexiest sounds," he complimented before he started placing kisses all over her chest then up her neck then to her jawline until he reached her mouth. He planted one long kiss on her lips. Once he finished the kiss, he pulled away from her face to get a load of her. She was almost glowing.

"Cmon," Stan said as he patted the side of her thigh to get her to move back to her seat. She was all twisted up in his lap but she managed to crawl her way back into the passenger seat then sat down and crossed her legs. She put her seatbelt on as an afterthought. "I hope I didn't ruin this perfectly cute pair of panties."

"It'd be your own fault if ya did," Stan laughed, adjusting his seat at the same time so he could be in his perfect driving position. He popped his seatbelt on too to make her feel better. Usually he didn't wear his but he did whenever there were people other than Ford in the car, even though he'd rage and protest every single time about it.

"Yeah, yeah. I knoooooow," Solana huffed playfully, folding her arms across her chest to pout cutely.

"Adorable," Stan mumbled to himself before starting the car. He put his hand behind the headrest behind Solana's head then pulled out of the spot and drove off. When Stan did that, Solana could feel butterflies flutter not just in her stomach but...other regions...as well. It was sexy to her.

During their ride back to the shack, Solana had slyly placed her hand on Stan's thigh to squeeze every now and then. He reached down and grabbed her hand to hold it instead. It wasn't that he didn't want her to touch him that way. He just wanted to display his own type of affection too.

Solana smiled at this action, loving how solid but rough his hand felt. It was definitely the hand of someone who's worked hard throughout his life. She would look at Stan every now and then during the drive to watch his face while he drove. He seemed...content. She couldn't help but cuddle closer to him before she laid her head on his shoulder. This was nice. Even just sitting there in silence with him gave her butterflies.

The ride seemed to be over just as it began. Doesn't seem like Stan lived too far from the gallery. Even so, in just that short ride, Solana still managed to fall asleep on Stan's shoulder. She'd been working all day plus having a date soon after tired her out.

"Solana?" Stan called out softly once he parked. He looked down at her and smiled then used his left hand to reach over and cup her cheek. "Hey toots," he said, rubbing his thumb across her skin.

"Hmm?" She responded in her sleep. She was awake enough to hear him but not to move.

"We're here."

Solana slowly opened her eyes to see the shack right in front of the windshield. She inhaled slowly and sat up, still holding Stan's hand. "Fuck. I didn't mean to fall asleep," she chuckled to herself.

"S'alright. I don't mind. You're even cuter when you're sleepin," he admired.

"You're just sayin that," she laughed, rubbing her eyes. "Ah! Fuck! I forgot I have makeup onnnnn," she whined as she turned to look at Stan's arm. She could faintly see residue from her makeup against the black fabric of Stan's shirt.  "Nooooooo. I got makeup all over your nice shirt."

"Don't worry 'bout it," he said, trying to reassure her. "It'll come out. I'll ask my niece how she gets makeup outta her clothes. She's the expert on it now apparently. Makeup, I mean."

"That's really cute. She's finding herself," Solana noted.

"Yeah," Stan said with a nod. "Ready?"

Solana let go of Stan's hand to lean down and grab her shoes to slip them back on. Immediately after, she popped her seatbelt off then reached into the backseat to get her purse and flowers.

"Ready," she said cutely with a smile.

Stan grinned at her then took his seatbelt off too and got out of the car. He adjusted his clothes while he made his way over to the passenger door. He pulled it open and waited for Solana.

She scooted to the edge of the seat with a grunt. "Good god. Your car sits so low. How do you do this?" Solana laughed as he offered her a sincere hand. She looked at his hand before taking it firmly. He helped her out of the car and to her feet then steadied her carefully.

"I dunno, toots. Think I'm just used to it," he said honestly with a nonchalant expression.

"Jeez. Maybe one day I'll get used to it?" Solana hinted with a wink up at him as he closed the door.

Stan made a soft but surprised noise at that. His cheeks started flushing yet again. "Maybe," he said simply with a sense of hope in his voice that he hoped was conveyed correctly. He held out his hand for her to take -- she kindly obliged.

There was faint rustling in bushes behind them, causing Solana to jump and move closer to Stan. She squeezed his hand for comfort in the process.

"S'alright. Prolly just a snadger," he joked.

She looked at him, bewildered. "A snadger?"

"Oh, toots, the things I gotta tell ya." He pulled her along to the mystery shack door. He dropped her hand but for a second to unlock and open the door then immediately picked her hand back up. As he gently led her through the door, she looked around curiously. This was his house? It looked...scary...through the darkness. There were so many things in there she couldn't make heads or tails of. Mostly because everything didn't have both a head and a tail.

"Hey," Stan said softly, trying to get her attention. "It's okay. I can explain it better durin the day. Don't worry." He walked with her over to the snack machine to input the not so secret code in before a quiet hissing sound erupted from behind it.

"Are you..." She swallowed hard. "Are you gonna kill me?"

Stan couldn't help but laugh even though she was serious. "Toots, I promise, I'm not gonna hurt ya. I swear on my niece and nephew's heads," he said as he made a cross over his heart.

Solana's hand started shaking as he spoke. She trusted him but that still didn't subside the anxiety she was feeling in her chest. Stan squeezed her hand to give her reassurance, turning to fully open the secret door to let her through first.

"Just go down the steps. I gotta close this," he instructed in an even tone so he didn't spook her further.

She nodded slowly, following what he said and going down the stairs. Once she reached the bottom, she beheld the largest -- and probably the most illegal -- science lab she's ever witnessed.

"What the fuuuuccckkkkk," she whispered to herself. "Is this...yours?"

"Yeah and no," he responded as he descended the stairs behind her. "I've worked in it the last 30 years but my nerd ass brother built it. I come down here occasionally to get on his nerves while he works countless hours."

"On...what?" He gently took the flowers from her in the midst of her confusion. She almost didn't notice.

"Who the hell even knows anymore," Stan laughed, walking past her when she wasn't looking. He went into a secluded area Ford set up for him to sleep in since they've been back. It was practically an entire bedroom at this point.

"S-Stan? Where'd you go?" She asked, looking around for him. She turned around slowly to see if she could find him. Once she started another circle while walking, she turned around but stopped when she was facing the doorway into where Stan went. Her jaw dropped before she started laughing at the sight before her.

Stan was laying on his side shirtless in the bed Ford had with one of the roses from the bouquet in his mouth. He grinned like a jackass at the same time. "Come here often?" he asked in a muffled voice from the stem in his mouth.

The room was lit by those cool electricity lamps that moved around when you touched them. It cast a myriad of blues, pinks, and purples throughout the room, making it oddly cozy. It was so cheesy that it was cute.

Solana was giggling so hard that her cheeks were red. She was almost breathless. Not from thinking anything negative about the encounter. She just thought this type of thing only existed in movies and books.

"Not tooooo often, but I'd like to change that," she cooed sweetly as she walked into the room and stood at the foot of the bed.

He patted the spot in front of him on the bed, beckoning her forward. He dropped the rose from his mouth. "I'd like that too, toots," he said as he sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed where Solana was standing. He placed his hands on her hips to pull her flush against him with his face practically sitting in her cleavage again.

"Are you..." She took a deep breath in before asking this. "Is your heart healthy enough for this? Pussy's too bomb and all, you know?" she joked with a smile as she reached up and held his face with both of her hands.

Stan couldn't help but laugh at that. "Yeah, I'm alright. I ran a mile at full speed earlier. I'm good."

"Ooooh, that's so impressive," she cooed before placing a kiss on his lips briefly. Just as she was about to pull her lips away from him, he moved forward and kissed her again but longer this time. Solana slipped her purse off of her shoulder and tossed it behind Stan on the bed.

His hands moved up her body slowly to search for a zipper of some sort on her dress. He knew she didn't have a bra on, which was the best thing in the world to him at that moment. Those bitches were confusing as hell. Once he found what he was looking for, he pulled at it, asking for permission.

She panted softly into kisses, deepening them the longer they went at it. Her hands went to reach around to unzip it for him but he stopped her and pulled away from the kiss. She followed his lips slightly, wanting more.

"I don't want ya to lift a finger. I wanna take care of ya. If that s'alright with ya," he admitted.

Solana was staring down into his eyes as he spoke. She was so eager to get going so she agreed. Her hands returned to cradle Stan's face as he made quick work of her zipper. The dress didn't drop immediately because they were pressed so close together but he managed to yank it down carefully without ripping anything on it. She helped it to the floor, allowing the sleeves to slip off of her arms at the same time.

Almost immediately, Stan moved his hands to her breasts and squeezed. They were incredibly soft. He wondered...

He peered up at her and moved his mouth forward to place one of her nipples in his mouth. As soon as it was in his mouth, Stan swirled his tongue around the nub to harden it. His hand was massaging the other breast as he did this. He wanted to see if it did anything for her.

Solana was biting on her bottom lip hard so she could resist the urge to jump his bones right then and there. As Stan was sucking on her nipple, she was restraining herself from making any noise. She used her right hand to cover her mouth and close her eyes to enjoy the sensation. How he knew that she was into this type of thing, she'd never fully know.

A few more seconds passed before Stan released her nipple and smiled up at her. "Ya can make all the noise ya want down here toots. Completely soundproof down here," he explained as he gently took her and laid her down on the bed on her back. Without missing a beat, he was hovering over her and kissing her with more passion this time.

While they kissed, Stan situated himself between her legs and rested her thighs on his hips. He reached down and managed to pop Solana's shoes off of her feet to which a loud CLUNK followed right after from hitting the floor. He broke the kiss to admire her flustered expression. There was a string of saliva that connected their mouths still but she remedied that by sticking out her tongue and licking it up, licking his lips in the process.

"Mmm, how sweet." She grinned up at him. Without a second thought, he returned the grin.

"I wonder if I'm still any good at this," he said mostly to himself.

"Good at what?"

"Uhh..." He blushed hard as hell now. "S'better if I show ya." Stan backed up on his knees away from her to back off of the bed. He used both of his hands to suddenly pull her to the edge of the bed which caused her to let out a surprised yelp.

"Fucking hell, Stan," she laughed, still shocked.

"Can ya call me Stanley?" There was a bit of seriousness in his voice when he made the request.

"Oh! Yeah. I can do that for you, Stanley," she emphasized with a smile.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it," he said gratefully as he got down on his knees. He placed his face in front of her panties then gripped both of her thighs. A deep sound that could only be interpreted as pleasure, emitted from his throat when he felt just how delectably soft her thighs were. Stan placed two delicate kisses on the inside of her thighs.

"Your panties really are cute," he complimented with a laugh.

Solana blushed and covered her face from being flustered. "T-Thanks."

Stan gingerly reached up and slipped her panties off in one swift motion, dropping them to the floor. He looked at her and marveled at how intricately kept her hair was. "Damn, I need to go where you go for landscapin," he joked, hoping it'd lessen her embarrassment.

She let out a laugh and squeezed his head gently with her legs. "Shut up," she said with no real bite to her tone.

As soon as he finished admiring her, he reached up and spread her lips to reveal that special little bundle of nerves. He leaned down and flicked his tongue over it, causing her thighs to twitch in response.

"Whew," she chuckled. "Been a while," she admitted.

"S'alright. Been a while for me too." He pointed his tongue and flicked over the core a few more times, forcing Solana to let out moans that sounded exactly like music to his ears. As he was tending to her, his right hand came up to slowly slip one finger into her. Solana all but melted at the pleasure she was experiencing from just this. She was almost sopping wet. She just needed that one thing to send her over the edge.

Stan's finger was covered in her juices which allowed him to slip a second finger in. Solana clenched around his fingers repeatedly, loving the stimulation. He never once stopped the action with his tongue as he started to finger fuck her.

"S-Stanley," she moaned out, grabbing his hair with her right hand. There was a heat pooling in the pit of her stomach. Her head was swimming too. The way he was manhandling her was making her crave the main course. She wanted it. She wanted it. She wanted it. The heat continued to build which caused her to push against Stan's tongue and fingers for more.

"I want you," she was barely able to gasp. "I want it, I want it, I waaaant it," she whined, grinding on his face to emphasize the last one.

Stan pulled away from her and removed his fingers from her. He stood up, with slight difficulty, and stood between her legs. He rubbed the front of his pants as he eyed her with half lidded eyes.

"Ya want it?" he asked as he maneuvered his pants open and dropped them to the ground. Stan kicked them to the side and pulled Solana closer to him since she'd inched her way up the bed a bit.

"Ya got it, toots," he said with the most perfect shit eating grin she'd ever seen him give her.

She marveled at his stature in complete, stunned silence. He had a stomach but was still oddly built like a brickhouse. Maybe he wasn't joking about still boxing from time to time. His shoulders sat wide, his body hair spread out across his chest, stomach and arms respectively. It was a nice silver color, the same as his hair. His nipple rings sparkled so beautifully in the light that it made her want him exponentially more.

"You don't have to be gentle with me," she said in more of a request sort of tone rather than a statement. "I can take it."

"Yeah? We'll see." Stan pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh, causing his dick to spring out of it's confines. He hissed slightly at the motion as he started stroking himself to bring it to life even more. Watching Stan touch himself made Solana squeeze her thighs against his hips. She was sopping wet at this point and Stan would have zero problem slipping in now.

"Fuck, that's hot," she breathed, laughing a little. "Go a little faster?"

Stan looked down at her with excitement. So she was a little bit of a voyeur, huh? He could work with that. He did as she asked and started stroking himself a little faster to see what she'd do.

A soft moan could be heard from her, her eyes fixed on him and his motions. She reached down between her thighs to pleasure herself at the sight. More sounds emitted from her lips the longer Stan touched himself. He reached down with his free hand to grab the hand that was pleasuring Solana then pinned it to the bed. He was hovering over her now, looking straight into her eyes with a smirk.

"It's hot ya get off to this, toots," he said as he started rubbing the tip of his dick up and down Solana's wet lips.

"Y-Yeah?" She squeezed her thighs again, relishing in the sensation he was giving her.

"Yeah. Ya ready?" he asked as he started holding her hand, still having it pinned to the bed. She responded with a quick nod to which he gave a grin.

He lined himself up with her and pushed into her slowly so they both could get used to it. They both let out a moan of relief in unison once he was fully seated into her. Stan moved his hand to grip onto Solana's hip to keep her in place.

"Fuck," Solana breathed, clenching around him repeatedly.

"'Fuck' yourself, toots," he groaned. He pulled his hips back, almost pulling all the way out, then thrusted into her gently, causing her breasts to shake. Solana let out a heavy breath through her nose, trying to keep her composure.

Once they both got acclimated to each other, Stan quickened his pace, forcing slapping sounds to echo in the air of the small room they were in. The slapping sounds were accompanied by the both of them moaning their praises for each other with every single thrust.

Solana reached down and grabbed at Stan's hand on her hip for support while he pounded her into the bed. She started moaning Stan's name with each thrust which made him get a little rougher with his approach. He used the hand he had situated on her hip to dig his fingers into her soft skin. Every thrust made her moan louder and louder, borderline screaming.  Stan could feel heat on the back of his neck the closer he got to his release.

For an added flair to the pleasure, Solana moved her hand from Stan's to start rubbing her clit. There was too much pleasure being passed between the two of them for either of them to speak a coherent sentence. They each would start to say something but stop in the middle of it to let out sounds they're sure nobody else has ever heard from them before.

"S-Stanley, I'm so close," Solana whined, clenching her eyes shut. That familiar feeling was pooling in her stomach once more the longer Stan fucked her.

"M-Me too, toots," he stammered while panting. Stan spread Solana's legs so he could lean forward and get better control of his thrusts. He leaned down and kissed her deeply. She instantly returned the kiss' passion and depth without hesitation. Her hands maneuvered their way to Stan's face to pull him even closer than he already was. The moans she let out against his lips only fueled his energy, causing him to become sloppy with his thrusts.

Solana's end was finally here. She broke the kiss to lean her head back against the bed to moan loudly as she came.

"There ya go, babe. You did so good. I'm proud of ya," he praised through her orgasm. Stan started leaving soft yet fluttering kisses all over her neck and chest as he stopped moving to feel her clench around him repeatedly. When she stopped clenching, he pulled out and sat up to look at her. She looked as though she experienced the perfect bliss. This expression on her face made him blush shyly. He did that. He made her look like that. There was a certain brand of pride he was feeling.

He immediately started pumping himself while watching her.

"Talk me through it, toots?" he breathed. She hummed in response, inhaling slowly as she thought about what she wanted to say to him.

"I fuckin loved taking all of you in," she started, looking up at him with halfway sleepy eyes. "I wish I wasn't too tired to ride the fuck out of you right now because I would. I love your dick so much. It made me feel so good."

"Yeah?" Stan panted, getting closer to his climax as he stroked faster.

"Yes sir," she purred softly, reaching up and grabbing her breasts to massage them. Hearing her say that sent him over the edge, causing him to cum all over her stomach and thighs messily.

"Fuck," he grunted as his face turned red, completely bashful now. He hissed while pumping himself dry over her. "Ah, that really did somethin for me, toots."

"What?"

"The 'yes sir' thing," he said, shyness evident in his voice. Solana smiled tiredly and slowly sat up to, somewhat, meet his gaze.

"It's okay, handsome. We all have our kinks. I can definitely say it more for you if you want," she said in a flirty tone.

"I'd like that a lot," he admitted before pecking her lips softly. "I'm big on aftercare, so lemme take care of ya for a sec." Stan backed up from her to reach down and pull his boxers up. "Be right back." He turned and left the room.

Solana was sitting there in complete silence, wondering what he was going to be doing as aftercare. She looked around for her purse and smiled when she saw it at the top of the bed. She moved carefully to get it so none of the cum would spill anywhere else. Just another thing for them to feel embarrassed about since this didn't seem like a room that would have been solely Stan's. After yanking the purse over to her, Solana pulled out her phone to see a few texts but especially one from Chip.

Dickhead McGee said:

I need you to come in early tomorrow.

A heavy sigh left her mouth as she leaned her head back in frustration.

"Why me," she whispered to herself. "I don't even work tomorrow," she whispered angrily now. "Fuck me." Truly, she wished he'd actually look at the schedules he makes instead of making up whatever he wants on the fly. It was...frustrating. She decided not to answer the text so she could feign ignorance tomorrow when he inevitably calls.

She looked at her other texts and they were all from the same person.

Big Will 💓 said:

I miss yooouuuu babe 😞

Big Will 💓 said:

You're ignoring meeeeeeeee

Big Will 💓 said:

You want me to diiieeeeeee?! 😩🥺

Solana rolled her eyes and laughed at the messages before responding to them. Just as she was sending her responses, Stan came back with a warm and wet towel with a cup of ice water.

"Lemme clean ya up," he said with a kind smile. He sat the cup down on a table beside the bed then returned to her side. Stan started wiping her down carefully so he didn't accidentally hurt her. Once he was satisfied with this, he went to grab the cup and handed it to her.

"Oh, Stanley. You didn't have to do all of this for me."

"I said I'm big on aftercare. So it's required."

Solana sighed playfully. "Fiiiiine," she chuckled before drinking some of the water.

"Ya should probably pee too," he reminded gently.

"Ah fuck," she groaned as she stood up. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Go out and to the right. Ya can't miss it."

"Thanks, cutie." Solana hurried off to the bathroom because she was freezing her ass off in that sterile ass laboratory air.

Stan laughed then laid the towel across a chair that was in the corner of the room. He walked back to the bed and pulled the blanket back on the side he wanted to lay on and laid down on his back. He started thinking and couldn't shake the memory of the text message he accidentally saw on Solana's phone earlier. Was he just game for her? Was this Will guy? He really wanted to ask but they didn't have enough of a foundation for him to ask something like that yet. He supposed he'd find out sooner or later. Good or bad.

The longer he sat with his thoughts in the silence, the sleepier he got. Before he realized it, Stan was asleep. When Solana returned, she smiled warmly at the sight of him asleep. It was probably past the poor guy's bedtime, she thought. She felt like she'd have to apologize later for keeping him up so late.

She climbed into the bed and quickly got under the blanket so she could warm up. Her movement disturbed Stan's sleep. He didn't mind. He reached under the blanket to pull her closer to him.

"Jeez, toots. You're freezin," he grumbled in his half awake state. He pulled the blanket over himself and pulled her closer to him fully so her head was laying on his chest. She cuddled up to him almost immediately not only for the warmth but she wanted to be next to him so badly. "Sorry. The wetness of the towel probably didn't help any," he murmured into her hair.

"It's okay. You didn't know. Plus just walking around stark ass naked doesn't do me any favors either," she laughed.

He laughed through his nose quietly. "True. Was everything to your likin?" he asked curiously, opening one of his eyes to look down at her.

"Yeah, of course. Tonight was great. I loved every moment of it. You're a great date," she said honestly with a smile as she looked up at him peeking at her. He closed his eye quickly when she caught on and laughed at himself.

"You're not so bad yourself, toots," he chuckled. "I hope...we get...to..." Stan trailed off slowly, falling back to sleep against his will.

"I gotcha," she cooed sweetly before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. Solana cuddled up to him even more and draped her leg across Stan. "Good night," she said quietly.

"Mmm," Stan said in his sleep, starting to snore quietly.

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MHA Ch. 378 leak reactions:

La Brava helps the heroes and defeats Skeptic with the power of internet cats! A classic battle of black pants with white stripes vs white pants with black stripes.

Gentle’s back, helping the heroes save UA with elastic air! (And might I say, classing up the place a bit???) Keep that hope alive for everyone, Gentle.

Star’s bros are back with their air support! Mandalay, Kaminari, Manga dude dash through the battlefield! Muscular is back (in a flashback though; he’s still a villain).

Goddammit Horikoshi: You seriously gave us a man named GENTLE defeating a man named MUSCULAR. Could you make it any more obvious? (Never stop HK, I looooove iiiiiiit!!)

MS. JOKE HELLO???? Sure, Hound Dog, Yo Shindo, and Turtle Girl too, but we haven’t seen Joke since the war! Something something Mirio/Nighteye smiling, heading to UA to make Shigaraki LAUGH….

NAGANT AND HER DUCT-TAPED RIFLE ARM FOR THE CHAPTER END! This bandages will get soggy in the rain but hey, she’s a hero again. Especially since it’s unclear if Shigaraki is still under Erasure? Way to finish the chapter with past villains fighting with the heroes! Way to convince Tsukauchi!

…..just kidding, Nagant totally did not distract me from seeing All Might leaving Tsukauchi, mystery briefcase in hand.

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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 8 SPOILERS

AAAAAAAH I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!

COD WHAT A FINALE!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY COD WHEN N AND UZI WERE FALLING DOWN FROM SPACE AND THEY HELD HANDS AND THEN HUGGED FUSKMWKEKFNFBFBSBBSSNNSNDKFKF

Emotional rambles aside, It was a good finale in NY opinion. Not the most satisfying story wise, and it leaves so much out in the open, but I still think it was great none-the-less. The fight and animation overall was FANTASTIC! I loved how they kept up with cyn's body horror movements. Her fucking ankle snapping when she was walking towards N and Uzi was amazing, I love that shit so so so so much! V LIVED!!!!!!! YES! I love that she's back, but it was a bit unsatisfying seeing that "she's back :D" without any explanation really. She just....won. that was it.

Ok ok ok ok OK. I'm going to go through it chronologically:

Loved how the radio started playing the theme from the gala in episode 5, I love when they do callbacks like that. The teacher just being DONE with everything was funny as well. The way it smacked him and he just didn't fucking care. He was just like "...the fuck?".

I love how uzi's mom is for the short times we sew her. The "if ur a bitch" part is awsome. AND THE LITTLE EMOTICON SHE DREW YES!!!!! So fun....

Then BAM N runs Uzi over. I also love how he's being a poilet! Actually putting those skills to use! I'm sure my man could do fucking donuts with rhat ship, IN SPACE! Also their hug is so cute. THE HAND HOLD!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaah.......

"L-like...yeah?" " ...yay..." AAAAABSNFJGIEJEBEBRBJFJGJGJFJ

It would've been cool if they kissed but the hug is just as cool for me. Also the "Gross!" Is fun.

The "I O U 1 SPACESHIP" from cyn is also fun!

So...Thad, Kahn, and Lizzy. I wish they got more screen time, and maybe fought a bit more. That would've been fun to see them fight the sentinel more. I wished they were more involved.

V IS ALIVE!!!!! Like I said above, I wish it was expanded upon more. And not just her showing up suddenly with the Dino. Also, I'll talk about all the lore we get from this at the end.

Uzi throwing her own singularity was awsome. When she was saying "SUCK!!!! ON!!!!! DIIIIIISSSS!!!!" I genuinely thought she was about to say "suck on dick".

CYN!!!!!!! I have to gush about cyn/solver. I fucking LOVE her character desgin. COD the way she moves and handles the body is SO cool. It's like cyn isn't just wearing Tessa's corpse, but is also fused with it? Like, we see at the end that some bones are still I'm there, so it's less like a flesh suit, and more like a fusion between their bodies if that makes sense? If tesa's body was just over cyns drone body, then that ankle snap wouldn't have happened, her legs wouldn't be bent and in weird positions. It's weird. And the way she calls around like a fucking bug or some shit is AWSOME! And fucking terrifying!!!!

The fight between Biscuit bites and Cyn! AMAZING ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!! N is fucking terrified and rightfully so...like...cod...The 2 people who cared for him the most back before he was a MD, he has the image of his 2 best friends stacked in top of eachother, figuratively and literally, clawing through him just....COD...I'm also fascinated with the MD/solver infected anatomy like...the way the core clings into the body, how their half robot half flesh essentially, COD thus is peak body horror for me. Like, I have 2 ends of body horror for me: "Ew yucky please stop" and "YES THATS RAD FUCK YEAH.". On the "Ew" end, is "The thing" type body horror. That shit creeps me out and I don't like it. I think it's the infection part of it, like how your assimilated into the creature itself. On the "Rad" end is Tessa/Cyn. Idk why, but I think that it's just...cleaner? It's more geared towards cyn herself. It's only happening to cyn all the crazy shit with limbs coming out...despite it happening to uzi. IDK OK it's just different to me. It's so fucking cool. I love her mannerisms and how she moves, but HATE (Affectionate) her character. I hate her in the way that you hate a well written Villan.

Also, cyn just Repeating "Let me in" while you can also hear the echo of Tessa saying the same thing, just...OH MY COD!!!!!! It's horrifying!!!! WHY MUST MY BOY BE TRAUMATIZED :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( THE WAY HE SCREAMED TOO NOOOOOO MY BABY BOY!!!!!! Also...Cyn is fucking down bad for N I'm sorry, just...that fucking tapping on his chest and calling him an "Eager beaver" Naaaaaa keep it in your pants bitch that's Uzi's man.

Speaking of which, UZI COME GET YOUR MANS LIKE SEIOUSLY CYN IS FIENDING FOR HIM!!!! SHE WANTS THAT ROBO DICK!!!!!! And she saved them with the rotating!!!

The little tapping cyn does....AUGH ITS JUST......GGGGH YOU SNEAKY MOTHERFICKER!!!!!!

J and V's conflict here feels...odd. it's really just because neither of them got enough screen time for full development and all, but it does feel nice that their both getting something.

THE ENTIRE SCENE WITH UZI AND N AND V AND CYN IS AMAZING!!!!! OKokokokokok...first, "CallBack ping" is...really odd to me. It's obviously "calling back" to episode 2 with the hands l but there's other stuff about the scene that are weird. Like, it's a "ping", as in a computer or program calling out to another computer. Like cyn's calling out, and waiting for a response to that point? Or maybe it's just that it's "pinging" that moment with the hands, and repeating what happened by shutting the lights and creating all those hands. Idk jf I explained that right.

STOP TRAUMATIAING MY BOY!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! CYN DIGGING THROUGH HIS CHEST NOOOOOO

Ok wait, just realized, with N's flashbacks it alsos seems like that callback ping (in universe or just for the sake of the references) is causing Uzi's corruption, and N's flashbacks as well.

OK WAIT THIS SCENE!!!! ITS A FUCKING MASTERPECIE IN WRITING LET ME BREAK JT DOWN:

To N and Uzi, V is dead, so hearing her voice makes it seem like a trap to them, but we also know that V IS actually alive still. BUT at the same time, the framing of it makes it look like V is facing towards the 2 of them, just for a few seconds, then it shows us that it IS infact a hologram....as a trick for V. The tension built from the "CallBack ping" sequence is added on by the new threat of Cyn running back to were B.Bites (N and Uzi) are, which tells us AND B.Bites that Cyn noticed it as well. So it tricks us and our characters as to if this isna trick or not. At the reveal that V isn't a trick, and is instead being tricked, the tension is doubled once we realize this, and then further EVEN MORE when N shouts out to V, with him taking the risk to save V if she really is there LIKE THE GOOD BOY HE IS, and finally it's released once N gets impaled through the chest. It's a MASTERFUL scene, fucking hell it's SO GOOD!!! IN EVERYWAY OH MY COD!!!!

Woo...anyways, what i noticed in my 3rd watch through was how one of Cyn's tentacle hands does a thumbs up when she says, "right, V?", and then jt turns into a thumbs down. Also, when cyn does the "snip" with her hand, it does it with BOTH hands, so it adds to my theory of Cyn's body and Tessa's corpse being kind of fused together maybe. Also what cyn says mirrors what V said to uzi in cabin fever...or wherever she said it, I can't remember which episode it was.

Cyn having the censored curse is Great. Also Kahn thank you for the "HAH" I can totally see how your Uzi's dad now oh my cod. ALSO THAD FROM DOWNTOWN WITH THAT THROW MAN GOOD JOB!!!!!!

Also BI UZI!?!?!??! LETS GO!?!?!? WE LOVE THE BI REP!!!!!!!!!!

UZI IS CRINGE BUT FREE LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!!

Also oh my cod...AJ Dispirito's "BiteMe" goes SO FUCKING HARD!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? Definitlt adding it to my Playlist.

The fight is so good, Uzi's fucking wing slice, and the way cyn got up to throw the sword was awsome. The entire fight sequence was AMAZING to me. It's come such a long way from Uzi's fight with J and the...pen...but jajsbaJAJSHDJDJ it's soooo good...

OH SHIT I didn't even realize it, but the reason why Cyn's core burn when Uzi does the NULL thing is because she PUNCHED A WHOLE THROUGH TBMHE PLANET TO GET THE SUNLIGHT which is so cool. I think ot could've been communicated better, but MAN that's sick to actually use that aspect of the M.D's to defeat her.

So...swallowing the AbsoluteSolver singularity...I'll talk about it at the end.

COD lizzy please....Thad saved your ass just now come ON.

Norry your kid is just like you oh my cod...YOUR A DORK GO HUG YOUR HUSBAND!!!!! Kahn...yeahbyour down bad. Also why did the lizard live?

HELL YEAH DAMAGED OC!!!!! WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!!!

Also the squeal and groan from those 2...aaaawww...jsjdjdbdbdne...

HA THE "forget about all of this instantly, get tunneled visioned on spooky corpse robot reveal. Work backwards from there." Is such an Uzi thing. It also feels like a small callous to when Film theory did a video on M.D. I love the revised.

Ok so....a lot of robots are still alive in the colony weirdly enough. One of them...is just a body so...uh...yeah...

Ok honestly, they did doll dirty. They should've given more focus or respect for doll. They did her dirty.

N LEARNING THE FUCKING ANIME DRAWING MAGA BOOK FHSNDNFBFB

It looks like the solver symbol has been carved into the plant itself, so the colony is probably in that.

Also J is repairing the ship it seems...odd....

THEY PLAY CARDS TOGETHER YAY!!!!! I hope nori, like, gets a body...somehow...Also Yayy!!!! Uzi has both their parents now!!!!!!

...doll...I hope...

J faje out deaths huh? So...she's alive still. Good to know

I'd that dolls head in uzi's room? Uzi thats weird....

I love the human them anime their watching btw

Why they gotta put the disrespect on doll man...

Kind glad the dinosaur is now ouppy :)!!!!

V NO THATS NOT ALLOWED

Why is there monster in cryosleep still?

Alrighty...lore time:

From what J says I'm her fight with V, "You can't escape it, not even in death." It seems like the solver doesn't JUST Kill you. The assimilate lines from Cyn are more literal than we thought. It looks like the coniousnesses of whoever is eaten or "Assimilated" remains a part of the solver's consciousness. We can also infer this from the Screams we hear when the core is burned. We can also tell from the conversation in Cyn's face, they "won't be alone". I think this basically confirms that the solver is a collection of consiousnesses in some way or another soooo...doll being consumed by cyn...and the doll ghost In the hallway...she could come back!

So. Overall:

I think the finale was great. I liked it. It feels like it's setting up for a season 2, but we know that's not happening so....yeah...

The animation, overall writing for the episode alone, the voice acting, It was ALL great! But I think those listed aspects are what carry it for me. I do love the episode, I really do, but COD I wish we got some definitive answers. This epsidoe should've been 49 minutes, and contained answers for what the fuck the solver is to be a PERFECT finale. I'm seeing a lot of people hating the episode because there were no answers but I don't agree. There's more too it than just the answers for the solver. Yes, I agree, there SHOULD HAVE been answers for the solver, but at the very least we get some hints, and y'know? That's disappointing, but not horrible. I feel like this episode was VERY "Murder drones". It was very much in the spirit of the show. It could've taken itself a but more serious, but even so, I think it did take itself serious enough at times to be servisable.

TLDR: the finale wasn't perfect, but it was definitly a finale to murder drones.

I'm gonna stick with the Fandom, abd hope Glutch says "SIKE" And gives us a season 2 anyways :')

Now how do I incorporate this into my fan fiction.........

[aikoiya]

 What if it was the 6 Human Souls that are somehow controlling Frisk to destroy Asgore’s Kingdom in REVENGE for their deaths as well as prevent the war/genocide against Humanity?… That would be an interesting tragic story, and it would be KARMA at it’s finest! 💖 

(I used the brown heart for patience, cause I couldn’t find the light blue heart…)

~~~

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Why, Toriel? Why didn’t you go with us? Why didn’t you protect us?

Toriel: Wha-What?

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You knew that the King, YOUR HUSBAND, wanted to do with us. You knew he wanted to use us to hurt our own people. To start a war that would wipe out everyone, including innocent families. You knew that after one final soul, he could actually commit genocide… And yet you did nothing.

Toriel: I…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You did nothing to stop Asgore or your Kingdom from destroying our bodies and ruining our souls.

Toriel: There wasn’t anything I could do to stop-

💚 Frisk (Kindness): YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF THE KINGDOM! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRAINS! YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO COME UP WITH A BETTER SOLUTION!… But if you had to abandon your Kingdom and betray your people, at least have the guts to do it right… But you didn’t have the guts, did you Queenie?

Toriel: …

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You left us alone, in the cold…You left us to rot… You left us to die…… At our most vulnerable moments… Y… you… really hatedus that much for wanting to leave?

Toriel (tearful): I’m so sorry, my child…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Now I see who you were truly protecting by staying here, in the Ruins. Not us…But yourself!… To think I once saw you as better then my original mother… Eheheheh!!! But you really are no different than her!

Toriel (crying and sobbing): I’m so very sorry, my little ones!

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Every monster inside this mountain had celebrated the deaths of children… Yet they say that they’re the compassionate and merciful ones, while humans are the true evil demons… Well, if they want us to be the demons, we’re gonna grant their wish!

Toriel: No! Wait my children, you don’t have to do this! We can still make things right, I-

(Frisk strikes down Toriel with one strike.)

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Too little, too late.

~~~

Papyrus: I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): …Are you serious?

Papyrus: WELL, YES I-

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): You seriously want to hug someone that you know has killed everyone in their path, instead of running away to safety? I know that you’re naive and childish, but this is just straight up stupid!

Papyrus: B-BUT EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): That’s the thing though, WE ALL TRIED! The problem is none of you cared! You monsters still hurt us!

(Frisk then strikes down Papyrus.)

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): So, why keep trying to please you?

~~~

Undyne: This isn’t just about monsters anymore, is it?

💙 Frisk (Integrity): What?

If you get past me, you’ll…You’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Monsters… Humans… Everyone…

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Everyone’s hopes. Everyone’s dreams. Vanquished in an instant.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): Oh, NOW you care about a human’s hopes and dreams!

Undyne: But I WON’T let you do that. Right now, everyone in the world… I can feel their hearts beating as one.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): It’s almost hilarious how arrogant and delusional you are. You make Papyrus look humble!

Undyne: And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): I’m not even gonna dignify you with a speech about how much you suck, because your whole ‘heroic’ speech already reeks of hypocrisy!

Undyne: Human. No, WHATEVER you are. For the sake of the whole world… I, UNDYNE, will strike you do-

(Frisk strikes down Undyne, before she could reform herself.)

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You were saying, UndyingUndyne?

~~~

Mettaton: COME ANY CLOSER, AND I’LL BE FORCED TO SHOW YOU… MY TRUE FORM!

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …Okay.

Mettaton: FINE THEN!… RRRRREADY? IIIIIIIT’S SHOW-

(Frisk strikes down Mettaton, before he could finish transforming.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): Show’s over.

(Frisk then turns his head to the wall and finds a camera.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …How disappointing Alphys, you didn’t even try to protect your friend.

~~~

Sans: so, i’ve got a question for ya. do you think even the worst person can change…? that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?

💛Frisk (Justice): You never tried to be a good person, Sans. So you have no right to judge us or humanity, or anyone for that matter. You are nothing, but a selfish coward.

Sans: heh heh heh heh… all right. well, here’s a better question. do you wanna have a bad time? cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.

💛Frisk (Justice): Neither are you.

Sans: welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make pro-

(Frisk then strikes down Sans.)

💛Frisk (Justice): That was more pathetic then I expected.

~~~

Asgore: Now, now. There’s no need to fight. Why not settle this… Over a nice cup of tea?

🤎Frisk (Patience): …’There’s no need to fight’… Isn’t that interesting?… I remember those being my last words to you, before you ended my life…

Asgore: What?

🤎Frisk (Patience): Do you know who I am?

Asgore: No… I’m not sure.

🤎Frisk (Patience): Oh, you better remember me like your life depends on it! Why don’t you take a closer look? 

Asgore: Why… You…  Yes, yes, I remember you now… You’re one of the fallen human children… The patient soul…

🤎Frisk (Patience): You’re wrong, Asgore. I’m not the one with the patient soul…

Asgore: What? Then who are you?

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE INNOCENTS YOU DESTROYED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE CHILDREN YOU MURDERED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE YOU HARVESTED FOR POWER!

(Asgore could only silently look at them with horror, terror and guilt.)

🤎Frisk (Patience): You convinced everyone that we’re the villains… You want us to be the bad guys?… Fine.

(Frisk strikes down Asgore with one strike.)

💖 Frisk (ALL): Now, we’re the bad guys! 

—

Aikoiya: Okay, this is freaking brilliant. *claps* Bravo.

I can’t help but wonder how Chara & Asriel would react though. I can’t help but feel like they’d in some way also blame them. Because if nothing else, none of this would’ve ever happened if they hadn’t done what they did.

Though, I can’t help but feel like Frisk is being sidelined here. Maybe have Frisk in control, but have them/her (I’ve always hc’d Frisk as she) be guided by the souls instead of flavor-text Chara. Mainly a corrupted Justice, because the corrupted version of Justice is Wrath or Vengeance.

Just an idea.

Undertale Masterlist

[havenofseven]

SLEEP  HABITS

NAME:  the Jack of All Trades

RESIDENCE: the Haven

TYPE OF BED: An old futon he's had to at least partially rebuild. The mattress is so lumpy and old but like, specifically in that way that is has passed through the 'old and lumpy' where its uncomfortable back into old and lumpy (affectionate) and I think he'd miss it if he had to replace it.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: He's got two on the bed but generally only uses one except for really cold nights. They're both quilts scavenged out of one of the units. They're not particularly heavy, but they are warm.

NUMBER OF PILLOWS: Probably just the one? And it's not excessively necessary tbh.

TYPE OF CLOTHING: Sweatpants as sleepwear guy for sure. And like, pajama pants, too, but I just mean he's definitely got daywear and sleepwear as different things. Would Not wear his dusty ass jeans to bed tyvm. Shirtless also feels right to say but I might double back if I reach a later conclusion that I am wrong about it.

DO THEY SLEEP WITH COMPANY?: Sometimes. He's very dad-shaped both in the literal has-a-child sense and as the lead of a crew with its fair share of, to put it bluntly, traumatized children. Colton has his own bed but pretty regularly crawls in with Jack; Tech and Fox have their moments, too. He hasn't had a romantic bed companion in. awhile.

DO THEY SLEEP BETTER WITH COMPANY?: ...Depends on the company? Broadly speaking though it doesn't really make a difference either way.

DOES IT MATTER WHERE THEY SLEEP?: He's capable of falling asleep in a few different places but it definitely affects his quality of rest. Obviously a bed or a couch is best but ultimately it's more about having the space to stretch out. Sleeping all scrunched up on chairs and in the truck, for instance, he's going to wake up with either a stiff neck or shoulder/back pain (which he will, of course, completely deny.)

WHAT DO THEY DO IF THEY CANNOT FALL ASLEEP?: Iiiiiiit... depends. If there's a particular task nagging at him, he'll probably try to get that done. If not, he might wander around and find something to work on (there's almost always something needing to be patched or spruced up or something, around the Haven.) Sometimes, if he's worried about disturbing the others -or any of his occasional crashers- he'll read or honest to god just. Lay there in the quiet in a... not meditative because there's so much intention and focus in meditation but like. a sort of zenned-out-not-thinking way. Just existing.

FREQUENT DREAMS, NIGHTMARES: Frequent dreams, none of particular recurrence or real note, just the occasional "that was fuckin weird" as one gets. Sparingly, the occasional nightmare, also as one gets. Except he almost always has the same nightmare. (I do not currently know what this nightmare is but I do know he's got like one (1) nightmare shape.) Everything about it is normal/average barring the fact that the nightmare always seems to be the same one - like not just similar but the same.

DEEP SLUMBER OR NAPS: Both! He does, generally, keep to a pretty regular and even sane schedule, but sometimes there's just a lot of demand and he ends up with longer days and less sleep, and might end up taking some extra naps once he's got the chance to catch back up.

WHEN DO THEY SLEEP: When the work is done (as done as it can be, for the day.)

WHAT COULD WAKE THEM UP: Just about any kind of "Jack get up" you can imagine, verbal or nonverbal. He's not hard to wake if you're trying. He's also got that kind of thing like.... there are Normal Haven Noises (which includes a bit of ruckus and shouting, sometimes, and things clanging around, being thrown sometimes) and then there are Abnormal Haven Noises and even though he's not awake he can still tell the difference? You know?? And so the normal noises™ won't bug him, usually, but abnormal stuff will have him up so fast. Dad Ears™

EARLY OR LATE RISER: Early. By habit/necessity, though, not necessarily by nature. Given a break he's perfectly happy to sleep in and tends to be more of a late morning/early afternoon type of person.

[randomoranges]

iiiiiiit's the return of christmas song bonanza fics! i've had this idea in my head since october 2022 when the backstreet boys released their xmas song cd. when i heard this ony particular song, this idea came to me. however, since it's not the usual Happy Christmas Fic, i didnt feel in the right mood to write it and then actual real life stuff happened.

then, this year, more real life stuff happened that was more similar to the main idea of the fic, so i channelled these feelings into this thing.

writing's been really hard recently.

this could be part of the rock star au from ages ago but it could also be just another piece that exists under the christmas song bonanza universe.

the ending is left vague and unresolved on purpose

Same Old Lang Syne

Étienne paces the nondescript hotel room he’s in. He doesn’t like it and quite frankly, the one part of his job he hates is this bit; the constant travelling and the parade of hotels he goes in and out of. He could have roomed with any of his bandmates, or even his sister, but the idea of being with any of them post-show, right now, makes his skin itch. He both desperately needs his space and fears being alone, but one of those two things seems worse than the other, at the moment.

He clutches his phone tightly and waits and prays for the line to pick up on the other end. He knows it’s late. Or early. Or – not the time one should be calling, but it’s – it’s been tradition for so long. To call. After a show. To hear Edward’s voice. To reconnect (or attempt to, as it has been of late.) And – right now, he could really use Edward’s voice – a sign, really, that – it’s not all lost. That there’s some shred of normalcy left. Hope. Something. Anything.

It's Christmas Eve, after all, somewhere. He’s a bit disoriented between jet lag, the time it is where he’s at and the time it might be where Edward’s at. But, he’s sung enough about the magic of Christmas and such. It would be nice if it could manifest itself for him. At least this one time. Étienne figures he deserves about that much.

He’s partially convinced that he’ll need to hang up and call again – or give up entirely, when finally, he hears a click.

“What?”

Étienne’s heart stills at the cold and icy tone he gets from Edward. God – that voice used to be so warm and sweet in his ear. Full of laughter and wonder. Amused fondness and the likes.

Fuck, but what had he done, really to let it all go to shit? When had it all changed from fondness to resentment?

He stumbles through the words he’s wanted to say. Tries, really, to stumble through the words he’s wanted to say and rehearsed in his mind on the way back from the venue to this bland hotel he can’t even stand anymore. It’s funny, considering, really. He’s just performed for hundreds of people and yet he can’t find the right thing to say to his – partner.

It had been so easy.

Maybe it had been too easy.

And maybe, really, somewhere along the way, he had taken it all for granted and assumed that it would always work and be this way.

(I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you. We can figure it out. Please. Please. I need you. Please.)

“Are you drunk? Is that why you called? D’you have any idea what time it is over here?”

Edward sounds – upset. Tired. Angry. Hurt. (God, he sounds so done with it all. He wonders even why he bothered to answer. Who is to say that Étienne hadn’t interrupted him with a lover? Who is to say that Edward hadn’t been on his way out? For good. Forever. Ready to move on, while he desperately tried to cling to the last of what they once had. If only he knew how to patch it all back together and make it work again. He could change. Fuck he’d change, he’d quit, he’d do anything – anything!)

(Would he though?)

(Isn’t that why they’re here?)

(Does he really even want to fix all of this? Isn’t he tired as well?)

He’s in a nondescript hotel room with the same stock-standard furniture void of any personality. He’s been here once like he’s been here ten thousand times. It’s familiar and foreign all at the same time. He could describe this room better than his own back home and yet, it’s the first time he’s set foot in this space. Edward is presumably in their old home. Or – at least, not following him on tour, as he had for so long.

And, really, at first it was okay.

At first, it had been fine.

Because Edward had moved up in his job and it meant that he had bigger obligations. Étienne had been proud, obviously, but he supposes now, thinking back to it, that it was where the changes had started. Edward coming to less shows. Their conflicting schedules. His own wayward ways. It had grown. Expanded. Turned into some big quantum drift where it felt as though he was living with a stranger the few times they did manage to be in the same place at the same time.

And, really, at first, it wasn’t so bad.

They always had an understanding. Edward had never minded the way he was. It had never meant anything, anyways, when he picked up some eager person to warm his bed for the night. It was the post-adrenaline high of performing. It was his own way to combat his loneliness and the nondescript hotel rooms that made him want to scream.

He wonders when the line had blurred. (He supposes he knows. He knows he supposes it happened gradually. When he was back home, and Edward was away. When lovers had appeared in their own home. When the bed had been warmed by others, only for Edward, or even him, to come back home to find the usual empty spot occupied by someone else. When it had become easier to turn to strangers instead of his own partner.)

And, instead of using words – instead of telling Edward how he felt, instead of Edward telling him how he felt, they’d both said nothing and carried on with their lives, moving further away from one another, until the chasm they’d created threatened to swallow them whole. Until, if Étienne looked back, he no longer saw the man he had fallen for, but instead some stranger he had once known.

(He’d noticed it, really, with their phone calls. When at first the messages had been funny and flirty. When every one of them had started or ended with “I miss you, when are you coming back”. When between one show and another, it had changed to “Sorry, I’m busy” and when time zones became the convenient excuse. And then, when he hadn’t even felt like calling up Edward after a show and so he hadn’t. And Edward hadn’t bothered sending him a text.)

And how much it had hurt when he’d realised how broken they had become.

Maybe it’s the season that has made him more nostalgic, or maybe he really misses home, but something had made him call Edward tonight and he knows that if he could, he’d go back in a heartbeat. (Or, maybe, what he really misses is the ease of his old life. Of Edward by his side. Of the possibilities the future held instead of the black hole he seems to be aware of looming on the horizon.)

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He finally answers when Edward doesn’t say anything else. He wants to apologise for hundreds of other things, but maybe he can do that when he goes back home. Maybe, they can sit and talk. Reconnect. Find solutions. “The show’s over and I wanted to…”

What does he want? Truly. What does he want.

(Edward’s laughter. Sitting on a couch together wearing cozy jumpers. He has his keyboard on his lap and he’s improvising some silly songs. Beside him, Edward sits close, their bodies touching, with his arm on his shoulder. His cheeks are pink with mirth, and he looks absolutely lovely. Étienne belts one song after the other, making up the lyrics as he goes along, and he wishes every evening could be like this.)

(Soft mornings. Cozy nights. Talking with Edward ‘til late at night. Finding him in a crowded room. Kissing Edward senseless after a show. Melting in his embrace. Feeling as if they are once more on the same page and want the same things.)

“I wanted to hear your voice.” He finally admits. Once upon a time, Edward’s voice had been able to calm his greatest anxieties and soothe all his worries away. Once upon a time, Edward’s voice had brought him nothing but joy and love. Now, there are times when he fears what it is Edward’s voice will tell him.

He hears Edward let out a breath, wonders if he doesn’t pass his hand through his hair, as he’s done countless times when he’s been unsure how to answer.

“Étienne, don’t.”

But Étienne ignores him. “I know I won’t be home for Christmas, but when I get back, we could do something. We can go out. Or stay in. We can catch up on all the occasions we’ve missed, yeah?” He tries to sound hopeful instead of desperate. He knows he doesn’t succeed but he doesn’t stop even though maybe he should admit defeat and quit while he’s ahead.

“You always say that. You say that and then you don’t.”

Étienne doesn’t know when Edward gave up. He doesn’t know when either of them started giving up, but he’s not ready to throw the towel just yet. He truly believes they should give it one more chance. One more desperate chance. Because Edward has been his inspiration for so long and they’ve been through so much already, so why should this be the cataclysm to their end when they’ve already made it this far? Why now? Why now when they’ve braved every other hurdle? Why should this one be the exception when he still wants and needs Edward in his life?

They could be good again. He needs them to be good again.

“It’ll be different this time, I promise. Look, I know I can change. I’ll change, okay?”

Étienne’s never begged before. Not for this. But something about tonight changes him, as if he feels the end of their relationship unravelling for good and he needs to grasp the ends and tie them back together before it’s lost forever. He needs Edward to understand this foreboding feeling he has. He needs Edward to believe in them just a little longer.

Edward lets a long moment of silence laps until he quietly speaks again. “You always say that.” He already sounds so very far away. Further away than he’s ever been. “Nothing ever ends up changing. I think it’s best we realise that and save what we can before we do each other more damage. I have to go. It’s late.” His tone is final and his mind seems to have been made up and Étienne already breaks inside. It was always one thing being aware that this was going to happen. It is another thing entirely hearing it.

“Edward, wait.” He pleads, one more time. One last shot. One last hope. “This time will be different. I know it can be different. We’ll talk when I get back, okay?”

“Good night, Étienne.”

He’s always been a stubborn fool and he’s not about to change now. “I’ll see you when I get back.” He reiterates, clinging to this one promise. There’s a moment when he thinks maybe Edward will finally reach out, but then the line goes silent, and the call is over.

Étienne looks at the screen on his phone and watches it go black. He pockets the phone away and lets the silence of the nondescript hotel room take over.

Outside the wind picks up and howls, and Étienne walks out.

FIN

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I found more 🟡⚪🟣 like the nb flag!

Also the other are extremely flustering and could I have some baby teases? You didn't see this!

Hi @touched-starved-switch ! Look at the pretty egg colors you found ❤️ My goodness you look so teeny and cute in your Easter outfit! Like I could pick you up and hold you like a little baby :)

Your tickle spots are:

🟡 tummy

⚪️ back

🟣 hips

Now can you give me a biiiiiig stretch little one? Oo, that was a biiig one for someone so tiny *boops your nose* :) Alright bitty baby, hewe comes the Eastewr bunny fwiends! They'wre gonna tickwe tickwe youwr wittwe tummy ���� Ah gootchie gooo! Ah tickie tickie tickie! Awww, how can so much cuteness be in one itty-bitty package? I don't know where you'd store so much cuteness bitty baby :) Is iiiiiit . . . In your tummy? Nooooooo. Is iiiiiiit . . . Behind your back? Maybeeeee . . . Between your shoulder blades? Nooooooo, not there :) Is iiiiiiit . . . On your hips? Noooo, but your tickle dance iiiiiis 😁 Awww, wook at the wittwe tickwe dancing! These hippies have a lot of dance fowr being sow smaww! They disappear when the Easter bunny fwiends covewr them :) Hmmm, but still not the hiding place for all of your cutenes :) Ahh, I bet I know where it is :D It's so small I can cover it with one bunny friend, but it's got sooo many places for cuteness to hiiiide! It's your giggle button! :D Tickle tickle baby giggle button! Show us all the cuteness hiding inside 😁

[2dkapsddr]

September 10th, 2024 - Arcaea, ProSeka

IIIIIIIT'S KIKUO CONCERT DAY!!!!! FINALLYYYYYYY AFTER SO MUCH WAITING AND SO MUCH HYPE!!!! my penlight finally arrived yesterday, i organized plans with the two friends i was going with, and everything was perfect... but alas! i still had like 6 hours that morning until i actually got picked up for the concert, so i spent most of that time cleaning my room and getting ready -- but also on getting a PM on epitaxy in world mode, first try of the day (ETR-9, MAX-25) as FTR/ETR PM #180!!!

i originally wanted to spend more time before the concert grinding out my world mode stamina, as well as the CHUNITHM Collaboration Part 3 pack that i'd just bought that morning solely for the 1 (one) Kikuo song in there . however, cleaning my house and myself up took way long than i'd imagined, and by the time i was done, it was already time to leave!!! so alas, i had to save it for later... and when *specifically* later remained a mystery. but!!! on the bus ride there,having nothing else to do, we played a bunch of proseka as a sort of pre-concert warmup (getting into the vocaloid mood, ya'know...), and to concide with the concert hype a little more, i even re-AP'ed Aishite aishite aishite [Master Lv.28] on my JP account as Master AP #103!!! (catching up rapidly to my EN account's AP count of 125... then i'll be on track!!!) (ohyeah here's rin bag with the AP as well www)

only in the line for the concert did it occur to me that i still needed to unlock said kikuo song by playing every other chart in the pack, so i got to work on that shortly after... and after wasting all of my stamina, i finally unlocked and played it!!! a little rough, but the sightread honestly went WAY better than expected like HellYeah this is a sick score

and then since the brick sitting spot was so rough and easy to play on, i also did a solo playthrough of Issen kounen [Append Lv.31] and got only 6cb, all of which were completely reasonable misses!!! this could actually be a doable FC sometime in the near future... perhaps...

aaaand as far as i can tell, that's where the rhythm gaming for today ends off!!! once i finished this score, the line into the theater started moving and we had to get going inside to secure the best seats in the house. Once we were in as well, we got to take pictures with hoshi-kun and talk with a bunch of other fellow vocaloid fans that were just as excited as us to attend the concert!!! after that, the lights dimmed and the ambient music started booming, signaling the beginning of this once-in-a-lifetime experience... one that i'd kinda like to save for my physical journal to write in (sorz) . but fret not, for i'll be back with a lot more rhythm gaming tonight now that i was done and free!!!!

[simiansmoke]

@badonkeykong

Donkey Kong lets out a surprised yelp when he’s abruptly lifted off the ground by his counterpart and despite however compromising it might have been, that smirk he was wearing moments ago returns, as if the other DK’s words are a challenge.

“Run what by you again?” He asks, playing dumb. The fact that you’re a little wuss afraid of bugs?” He snickers playfully.

Observing the others body language, he knows exactly what’s about to happen and he prepares himself for such, bracing himself as he’s tackled. He falls to the ground but not before grabbing the others shoulders and using his feet to propel the other ape off of him in order to flip him on his back.

“You asked for it!”

Hopping on top of his counterpart, he holds him down and starts hacking up the grossest biggest loogie known to man (according to him anyway). He lets the large ball of spit and mucus dangle from his lips and slowly drop to being only inches away from the others face before sucking it back up again.

“Say uncle!” He demands with a challenging grin before letting the spit ball threaten to fall once more.

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It was a soft tackle at best. The kind of love tap he might afford a less powerful opponent just so the fight doesn't end so fast. The other Kong might have had his good looks and all, but DK doubted he was as gifted in the art of scrapping. He bowled the other to the ground and clung momentarily to his fur to roll into a quick somersault until he ended back on top again before releasing his grip and jumping back onto his hind legs. "Y'know you keep running that mouth...maybe you should take its advice?"

Though he could easily use the fire power he still had on dying his fur warmer than Donkey Dumber over there, he didn't feel any need to use the power-up. Some dishes were best served with fists. Grinning, he galloped forward again to launch another tackle on the mirror monkey. He rolled into the other again in another somersault attempt, but the other seems to have gotten wise and puts his weight down when it's his own back against the ground. He grunts, annoyed at the set-back, but fully prepared to continue the wrestling match when he noticed the Kong over him was...oh, that old trick?

His eyes follow the trail of spit as it nears his nose only to be sucked back up. Armature. That only worked for him when he was a tween torturing Diddy. "No." He growled up at the look alike, watching the spit come down again. This time he leaned forward and catches it in his mouth, slurping in and swallowing the saliva with a bored expression. "You say uncle." He used the awkward moment to shove his weight up and finish the somersault and slam his other half's back to the ground this time again, but this time with his look alike's arm bent backwards while he twists it.

"Say iiiiiiit." Twist.

[trashyswitch]

Day 5: Tickle Hugs for everyone!

The animatronics are known to cause chaos. But one thing that keeps them together is their game of Tickle Time!

Day 5! My favorite number!

William was sitting by himself, having a cup of coffee while he admired the animatronics.

“Any coffee for us?” The animatronics asked.

William spat out his coffee and laughed. It sounded slightly manic…

“Nohohope! You’re not getting any coffee. No way jose!” William replied.

“Awww...It smells good.” Foxy muttered.

“I programmed that function into you for identifying foods...Not for eating foods.” William warned.

Suddenly, a loud clang sound filled the pizzeria. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. Not only that, but Chica hadn’t been in the main dining hall for a while…

Oh no…

“Chiiicaaaa!” William called.

“What?” Chica squawked.

“No cooking in the kitchen!” William warned.

“I’m NOT!” Chica argued.

“I can hear you banging things around in there!”

“NO YOU CAN’T!”

“Yes I-” William groaned and got up. “I’m coming over!”

“SHIT!” Chica shouted.

“HEY! Watch your language!” William shot at her.

“FUCK YOU!” Chica shot back.

“I WILL DEACTIVATE YOUR ASS IF YOU DON’T STOP!”

JOKES ON YOU, MY ASS IS ONLY FOR LOOKS, PERVERT!”

William sprinted into the kitchen and just about landed face first into a floor covered in flour. “Jesus christ- What the hell?!”

Chica chuckled...then threw some flour onto his back. “Powdered dick! Our new special!”

William wiped off the powder and grumbled at him. “Get. Out. Now.”

“No. Way. Afton.” Chica spat back. “Quit your yapping and LISTEN to me!” William ordered.

“Naaah…” Chica replied.

William growled and grabbed Chica’s arm. “Get over here!”

“NOOOOOOO!” Chica screamed.

“YES, YA CHICKEN!” William spat back.

“LET ME GO!” Chica yelled as his feet stepped out of the kitchen. William was surprisingly strong.

“Not until you’re out.” William told her as he let go. As soon as he let go, William closed the kitchen, locked it and shoved the key into his pocket.

“Open the door!” Chica ordered.

“No.”

“Fine! Then I’m gonna have to make you!” Chica started rolling up his ‘sleeves’, and picked up William by his waist. He wrapped his arms around him and carried William out to the auditorium.

“NO! CHICA YOU ASSHOLE LET ME GO!” William fought.

“You’re fighting a metal chicken. Gotta admit, you’re brave...and stupid.” Chica told him with a smirk.

“Chica I am warning you- Oh god…” William widened his eyes as the red eyes of Bonnie, Foxy and Freddy caught his eye. “OH GOD- No! NO NO NO NO NO GET AWAY FROM ME!” William screeched and screamed.

“Sorry Will! But you know what time it is?” Chica asked.

“YES SIR! IIIIIIIT’S…” Freddy grabbed WIlliam’s foot, and slipped the shoe right off. “TICKLE TIME!”

William screeched and squeaked as Freddy’s finger popped open, revealing a feather. With the feather and a moving joint inside the finger, Freddy started skittering and tickling William’s feet with the feather. Through the toes, in the arches, and on the heels, everywhere the feather could reach, it would tickle.

“BAhahahahahaha! Stahahahap dohohohohon’t!” William laughed.

“Tickle tickle tickle Afton!” Freddy Fazbear teased.

“NOhohoho tihihihihicklehehes!” William begged.

“You wouldn’t open the door for Chica! Therefore: Plenty of tickles for good ol’ Afton!” Freddy teased.

Chica, who was holding onto him in a hug, started tickling his belly and sides while he held him. William squeaked and giggled a little higher than before. “EEEeheheheheheheEeeEEE! Quihihihit thahahahat! Ihihihi’m gohohonna peeehehehehehee!” William begged.

“You’re not gonna pee. I can tell by your bathroom schedule. You went to the bathroom just 5 minutes before now!” Freddy told him.

“HAhahahaha! You’re just making excuses!” Chica teased.

William whined in the middle of his tickle attack. The part that sucked was that yes...He was right. He DID go to the bathroom just minutes before now. So technically, he couldn’t lie!

But now that he thought about it...Does he really have a bathroom schedule?

William giggled and squealed as his sides, and feet were both tickled at once.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle, William!” Chica teased.

“What a ticklish little play thing!” Bonnie reacted.

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT AHAHA PLAHAHAHAY THIHIHIHING!” William told them.

“I think you are!” Bonnie told him.

“I agree!” Freddy Fazbear replied.

“Agree #3!” Foxy declared.

“All 4 the tickle time!” Chica declared as well.

William threw his arms around like a crazy nut and reached out for anyone to help. “HEHEHELLOHOHOHO? HEHEHEHELP!”

Someone ran to the room and widened his eyes. “Ohohohohoho my gohohohohod!” the person reacted.

“HEHEHEHEHELP!” William begged.

“What is going on?” The person asked.

Freddy turned to where the other person was, and gasped. “Mr. Emily!”

Henry smiled and waved to the animatronics. “What are you up to?” Henry asked.

“We’re tickling William! Because he won’t open the kitchen!” Freddy told him.

“Open the kitchen!?” Henry ran to the kitchen, opened up the door and widened his eyes. “HEY! WHO THE FUCK COVERED THIS PLACE IN POWDER?!”

Chica stopped tickling William and froze. “Uhhhhhh…”

“CHICAAAA!” Henry stomped up to the chicken. “Put him down.” He ordered.

“And what happens if I don’t?” Chica asked.

“I’ll restart you myself. A dead Chica will let William go.” Henry warned.

Chica grunted and let William go. William fell, and ended up upside down in Freddy’s grip still. Henry walked up, grabbed William and helped him out of Freddy’s grip. “You okay?” Henry asked.

William nodded and fixed his shoulder. “Yeah, I’m okay.” He replied.

“Alright. Now Chica:” Henry called. Chica brought her attention to Henry. “Clean the kitchen.” He ordered.

Chica nodded. “Yes sir.” She walked to the kitchen and into the door. Then, she grabbed the broom and started sweeping.

Henry sighed and turned to Bonnie and Freddy. “Alright. Tickle time is done.” Henry ordered.

Foxy snuck up on Henry and grabbed onto him. “Now just a second boss!” Foxy declared. “Tickle time’s not done till we think it’s done! And we already got Mr. Afton!” Foxy declared further.

“Excuse me?! Let me go!” He ordered.

“Nope! Tickle time!” Foxy ordered proudly.

Bonnie and Freddy surrounded Henry in a matter of seconds, leaving Henry screeching and protesting with all the hope on earth. “LEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO!” He begged.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Emily!” Bonnie teased.

“Ticklish hips?” Foxy teased as he squeezed the hip with his one hand.

“I’ll say!” Freddy reacted.

“Hey! I wanna join too!” Chica told them.

“Get his knees!” Bonnie encouraged.

“CHIHIHICAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” He begged.

“Chica YES!” Chica started tickling the tops of the knees, and skittering in the knee pits. This drove Henry to snort and laugh even louder! What a laugh!

“Listen to this guy! He’s a hoot!” Chica reacted.

“I get it! A ‘Hoot’! Like an owl!” Freddy joked.

“Hey! That’s not what I meant!” Chica fought.

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT PLEEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He begged.

“NO!” All 4 animatronics said at the same time.

“Your laughter is fun!” Bonnie told him.

“Your laughter is contagious!” Freddy told him.

“Your laughter is cute!” Chica told him.

“We love it!” Foxy concluded.

William giggled and recorded all of it on a camera he happened to have nearby. What a hilarious situation to be in! Wow!

“How’s it feel to be stuck in tickle time, Henry?” William asked, waving a camera in his face.

“YOHOHOHOU’RE THEHEHE WOHOHOHORST!” Henry shouted at him.

“I know! And you’re the ticklish one!” William teased.

The animatronics certainly had their fun with these two. Who knew their bosses would end up in a party action they made themself?

Everyone. Everyone knew…

[yuthoe]

Mean (MONSTA X: Chae Hyungwon)

LET'S HOPE IT SHOW UP IN THE TAGS THIS TIME

hellooooo friends and welcome to the effect of hyungwon's hands on lil ole myks. tbh i don't think this one is very good, but i just wanted to write it bc i would be frustrated for the next week if i didn't. i saw this one tweet of a closeup of hyungwon's hands and it literally wouldn't leave my brain so now we have this

hope yall like iiiiiiit

PAIRING: Hyungwon x female!reader. GENRE: fic, smut. WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, depictions of vaginal fingering, penetration, choking, swearing, dom/sub play, bondage, lots of mentions of hands, probably poorly written. WORD COUNT: 1,932.

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You squirm on his lap, naked and completely at his mercy. Hyungwon has your arms tied behind your back, two long fingers deep in your cunt and a thumb pressing down on your tongue. He makes sure to time the movements of his fingers to the swirling of your tongue around his digit. The little mewls you make almost make him want to take pity on you and pull you down onto his cock, already hard and brushing against your thigh with every buck of your hips.

Almost.

Hyungwon can feel your essence dripping down his hand as you let out a strangled moan when he curls his fingers just right against your sweet spot.

“Hleahe,” you say around his thumb. “Hyuhon... Hleahe, Ah can’k hkake ih—,”

“Hmm?” he hums, forcing your mouth open wider. “What was that you said? I couldn’t quite understand.”

But you can only moan as he pushes another finger into your hole. Your thighs shake from the intrusion, and if not for Hyungwon’s stern warning earlier to sit up straight you would have collapsed into his chest by now.

Your body feels so hot, burning from the inside out like a fever. His fingers dig in so deep that you think you might start crying if he continues.

“Uh-uh,” Hyungwon suddenly says, withdrawing his thumb from your mouth to squeeze your cheeks in his big hand. He guides your face close to his, plump lips slightly brushing against your puckered ones. “Eyes on me, baby. Open your eyes and look right at me." He waits for you to follow his orders and presses a quick kiss to your nose when you do. "Now. I couldn’t really understand what you were saying earlier.” He trails the hand on your face down, down, brushing his fingertips along your sensitive skin until it rests at the base of your neck. “Could you repeat that please?”

You gulp and whimper—his other hand hasn’t stopped its ministrations at your core and you can barely get out a word, let alone a full sentence.

A shaky sigh leaves your lips. “I… I said I—hnng,” Your back arches forward as a thumb joins Hyungwon’s fingers to press at your swollen clit. “Aahhh, Hyungwon, please—,”

“No, no,” he says, hand twitching at your neck, tightening his grip a tiny bit. “Use your words, baby, come on.”

Another moan erupts from you when Hyungwon rubs your nub in small circles. “Oh my god, Hyungwon please, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me!” You’re certain there are tears on your face. He’s been playing with you for the better part of an hour with no signs of stopping or letting you come. At this point, you’re not sure if he’ll ever let you finish tonight.

Hyungwon hums, wipes your tears with the same thumb that was gagging you earlier, brushes hair away from your eyes. “There’s my good girl,” he murmurs, kissing your lips and cheeks and nose and eyes. His fingers still inside you when he asks, “You want my cock, baby?”

You nod furiously, rolling your hips to get him to move again, get him to let you go, get him to do something, anything! “Yes… please…”

Suddenly your cunt is empty and before you could even gasp, his fingers are in your mouth, soaked in your juices. A shudder jolts your spine as you taste yourself on your tongue.

“Clean me up good and you can have it,” Hyungwon says, deftly unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants with one hand.

One look at his bulge spurs you into action, swirling your tongue all over and between his long, soft fingers. Hyungwon’s gaze is steady on your lips, watching you drool all over his hand in your rush to please him. He takes his cock out from his boxers and gives it a long, hard stroke.

Your eyes are fixed on his member and you whimper, more insistent now on cleaning up your mess so you can finally have him inside you.

Thankfully Hyungwon withdraws his hand after a few more seconds of you sucking on his fingers, and he quickly pulls you by the back of the neck to devour your lips. You can’t help the moans that escape you as his tongue explores your mouth. You squirm again in his hold and he guides your hips closer to his, hand gripping your flesh so tightly it’s sure to leave a mark. You feel the tip of his cock brush your folds and you mewl.

“Hyungwon, please,” you plead again against his plush lips. “Please, I need—,”

“Shut up,” he snarls, and with one thrust fills you up to the hilt. Hyungwon groans as he grips your hips tighter, big long fingers sprawled over the expanse of bare skin.

God, he fills you so well, long and thick and hitting all the right spots inside you. The heat from him unravels out, down to your curled toes and to the nails digging into your palm.

Hyungwon lets you adjust to him for a few seconds, dropping kisses along your neck and jaw, palming your breasts and rolling your pebbled nipples with his thumbs. You fidget and clench around him, biting back moans whenever he nips at the sensitive skin of your neck and chest.

Your head lolls to the side, letting Hyungwon have free reign wherever he can reach, and as you make to shift again, you feel the silk tie binding your wrists being pulled down and keeping you still. You’re sat up straight again, this time completely trapped as Hyungwon’s strong arm anchors you down.

He brushes his bangs away from his face, steely gaze making you melt against his other hand on your waist. He licks his lips and says, “You wanted this.” He grinds deeper into you, and a whimper breaks out from your throat unbidden. “You’re gonna take it.”

“Oh my god—,” you choke out, before he pulls back, leaving just the tip in, and slamming into you. You gasp for air, back arching at his hard thrust. “Hyungwon—,”

He’s relentless in the assault on your cunt, pounding out a rhythm that gets a squeak out of you everytime he hits the deepest parts of you. Light groans and praises of how beautiful you look, how well you take him escapes his lips.

At some point, when you’re all sweaty and tear tracks line your face, he stops, presses you close to him, cock still snug inside your hole. The tremor in your thighs and hands won’t stop, tired from being kept in their positions for too long, and you sob as Hyungwon touches your forehead to his.

The kiss he gives you is a lifeline that you’re eager to take. His lips move languidly against yours, unhurried even as his hands explore the expanse of your skin—squeezing your thighs and ass, dragging his nails down your sensitive back, cupping both sides of your neck. A thumb hooks on your lips as his other hand slowly trails down the valley of your breasts, past your quivering stomach, and comes to rest just at the crease of your thigh.

Hyungwon hums against your lips. “Do you want to come, baby?”

As you open your mouth to answer, you feel Hyungwon’s thumb position itself over your clit. You whimper, tighten around his cock. “Oh my god, yes,” you say, breathless and leaning into another desperate kiss. “Yes, please, Hyungwon—can I please come, please!” You make sure to look at him when you beg, despite the tears blurring your vision.

You see him smirk and then the next second, feel him grind into you. Hyungwon rubs small circles on your clit as he picks up the rhythm again.

“Such a good girl,” he says, hand coming up around your neck and squeezing. Bites his lip when he hears you whine, strangled from how his hand encases your throat. “You’re perfect for me aren’t you?” A sharp thrust, a harsh intake of breath. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Hm?”

Your mouth is hanging open in the shape of his name, futilely trying to find your voice with the grip he has on your neck. You try to nod, try to warn him that the knot in your core is about to snap, when he grunts out, “I can feel you, baby, come for me, come on.”

You whimper, high and thin, and thrash in his arms, overwhelmed by the intensity of your orgasm. After what feels like hours and hours of teasing and edging and denial, the release is a relief.

But Hyungwon isn’t done.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says, releasing your throat in favor of cupping the back of your neck to pull you down to his hard thrusts. You’re still spasming around him, and every grind pushes you closer to oversensitivity. “I’m gonna come inside you, okay? You want that?”

You moan and tighten around him again. A flush comes up to your face as you shiver in his hold. “Yes,” you breathe. “Yes, please, I want it, give it to me, please.”

He chuckles. “That’s a good girl,” he says, voice low and husky and sends shivers down your spine. He braces both hands on your hips and bucks up into you, speeding up as he chases his high, and you’re just there for the ride, pliant and all his for the taking.

“Fuck,” he grunts, digging his fingers deeper into the plush of your hips it’s almost painful. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—!” You’re helpless as Hyungwon cranes his neck up to catch your lips in a hard kiss, as he pumps once, twice, three times before stilling. You feel warmth spread all over from the inside out, practically feel every throb of his cock as he spills into you. He swallows the tiny moans that slip through your lips.

It’s quiet in the room, save for your ragged breathing, and the softest rustling of fabric as Hyungwon finally tugs on the knot that frees your wrists. Your forehead is pressed against his as he keeps your arms still. Warm hands trail upwards to your shoulders and massage the tops of your arms.

You let out a content sigh and give him a quick kiss. Slowly, you roll your wrists, bend your arms, inch by inch until your hands are cupping Hyungwon’s cheeks and your fingers are brushing through his silky hair. It was torture, not being able to touch him, though you can’t say you hated it.

Hyungwon gently pushes your head to rest on his shoulder and you breathe in his scent, pressing a small kiss to his neck. Big hands are at your thighs again, squeezing and massaging the sore muscles.

“You okay there, love?” he asks, and the vibrations make you shiver a little.

“Mhm,” you say, nodding small. You’re drained, unable to string together anything other than random sounds of assent.

Hyungwon hums again. “Good. We’ll rest for a bit and then take a long, hot bath, how’s that sound?”

You nod again, winding your arms around his waist and sliding your hands under the shirt he refused to take off. When you told him last night that you wanted him to be a little mean, you didn’t think he’d take it this far. But you can’t really complain because, as intense as it was, it felt so good.

Palms press against the skin of his back, and you feel him shiver slightly as you trace meaningless shapes there.

Maybe you should ask him to be mean to you more often.

[copperbadge]

Iiiiiiit’s a cooking day!

Today we are attempting to make many things. How many we manage remains to be seen. 

Pulled pork

Pizza sauce

Foccacia

Milk bread rolls

Hamantaschen

Pizza

Mushroom ravioli 

I’ve already mostly handled the pulled pork; I layered the bottom of the slow cooker with sliced onion, rubbed the pork butt with salt, pepper, and garlic, and then mixed up some bbq sauce, mustard, garlic, and maple syrup and poured it over the whole thing. It’s gonna slow cook for eight hours or until it hits 190F, whichever comes first. 

The pizza sauce is done; I took some caramelized onions, threw them in a pan with some oil and tomato paste, sauteed until the paste started turning brown, then added a can of crushed tomatoes, a dash of white wine, some sugar, and some italian seasoning and salt. I simmered that for 45 minutes then pureed. 

The foccacia recipe is Bon Appetit’s no-knead foccacia, halved, and I’ll go looking later today for a good milk bread recipe, recommendations welcome (the rolls are for the pulled pork). I’ll be taking the hamantaschen dough recipe from Joan Nathan’s Jewish Holiday Cookbook, although I’ll be halving it and devising some other form of filling since I don’t have *gestures* all of that. 

I’m actually thinking of making pizza hamantaschen too -- the dough recipe I use is flexible and I could make little triangular pizzas, which sounds fun. And finally if I manage the mushroom ravioli it will be Serious Eats Pasta Dough with a modified version of this mushroom filling (I sub in green onions for regular and just use whatever mushrooms I have access to).

In this case I’m attempting the ravioli with rehydrated dried mushrooms, so we’ll see how that goes. If not today, I’ll manage it tomorrow. 

[mmikmmik2]

I have to say... it never really occurred to me that there might be anything special about ghoms. I always just thought they were really awful denizens.

I mean... those train orbs exist to make the things that exist in cars. Tulip found a train orb that was making a corgi appear in the unfinished car in the engine, and when she loaded that orb into the cannon, it turned everything she shot into a corgi. Amelia had a train orb, that when loaded into the cannon, turned what she shot into a ghom. The corgi orb exists because the train makes corgi denizens, so my belief was that the ghom orb exists because somewhere, somehow, the train is making ghom denizens.

There's an obvious possible purpose for ghoms. Each train car interior teaches a lesson, and the whole train car exterior teaches the lesson of "get your butt back in those cars and experience personal growth" because it's miserable out there and there's monsters who might kill you. Seeing the docent in season four makes this seem even more plausible to me. Clearly One doesn't have a problem with mistakes and failure being punishable by mortal peril. He put a horrible denizen in the art gallery car, so it makes sense to me he'd be willing to put horrible denizens in the wasteland.

We've only ever seen one ghom that can't be traced back to the exterior of the car or the train orb in Amelia's cannon: the ghom that chased Simon and the cat in the box car. But it could have chased someone onto the train and then lost them, like how Tulip shut that ghom in the grid car and possibly accidentally created a booby-trap.

I have been known to jump to conclusions and wildly misread creator intentions. And iirc, Owen Dennis mentioned in some reddit comments that Book 5 would have told us more about ghoms, as though there is something to learn about them (though it could be as simple as, e.g., One explaining more about the nature of the wasteland/pocket dimension to Amelia). So ghoms could be much more interesting than I give them credit for.

But despite Amelia's intriguing claim in S3E08 that she "created things that never should have been" (I don't think she would be that melodramatic about a bunch of doofy turtle denizens!), it feels unlikely to me right now that she's responsible for creating ghoms. Because even before One-One got his memories back he thought the unfinished car was broken, and after he was restored he wanted Amelia to quarantine all the cars she made. But he had this to say when Tulip found the cannon in The Engine:

Glad-One: Ooh, you found the monster cannon! Sad-One: Now we can make more, give iiiiiiit

One-One likes ghoms? I'm not ruling anything out at this point, but this isn't his normal attitude towards an Amelia original. I know we didn't see any ghoms in the prequel S4, which is suggestive timing, but maybe that's just because Ryan and Min-Gi were being good little passengers and not screwing around in the wasteland or on the gangways.