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steddieunderdogfics · 6 months ago

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Not sure if it’s too late to suggest fics for the Color Monday Challenge, but I’ve got three.

Blinking red light by cuips_not_cute (Alternating POV; S4). Eddie is facing a massive trial for murder charges, and his lawyer seems to think it’s a lost cause. Steve comes up with an idea to create an alibi that no one in small town Indiana will be able to refute. Yep! It’s a series of sex tapes faked to look like Steve and Eddie have been sleeping together for two years before the murders. Each chapter is typically one to two tapings. It’s very explicit and heavy on the angst! This fic is ongoing and updating regularly.

Three Days on the Red Planet by CaptainHoney. It’s the Mechanic Eddie and Car Guy Steve on Mars. How cool is that?? Steve keeps finding reasons to break his speeder bike so that mechanic Eddie can fix it. It was so unique I haven’t seen a lot of sci-fi Steddie. This is a complete fic.

A Tarnished Copper Boy by PaperBackRibs (Eddie POV). This is my favorite on-going fic right now, although I’m pretty sure the author has said it’s finished. Season 4 Steve is stuck in a time-loop, falling through Eddie’s ceiling at random (yet sequential) points in time, starting with season 1 Eddie. After Dustin explains the Butterfly Effect in the first loop, Steve’s so anxious about ruining the future that he and Eddie decide it’s best if he never talks about it or leaves the trailer. The amount of time Steve spends with Eddie before he blips from existence is extremely inconsistent, leading to angst, whump, and a slow burn. (This could also be used for the Time-Loop theme weekend)

blinking red light by cuips_not_cute

@cuips-not-cute

Rating: Explicit

69,120 words, 6/20 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Sex Tapes, Fuck Or Die, or like...fuck or go to jail for One housand Years, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Spit Kink, Kissing, Making Out, Steve Harrington's Soft Dom Awakening, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, pleasure dom steve harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Sub Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, but also...they switch!, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, First Time Bottoming, First Time, Virgin Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, but it takes them a reallyy long time to get to that second part, Eddie's facing jail and Steve's like hey we should fuck, to Eddie's utter dismay, Bisexual Steve HarringtonGay Eddie Munson, Lingerie, Blow Jobs, Anal Fisting, the softest gooiest fisting you ever did read, Rimming, Dry Humping, Recreational Drug Use, Edging, Bondage, Safeword Use, Dom Drop, Sub Drop, they get it together i promise, Impact Play, steve being fascinated by eddie's actual ass, Prostate Massage, Drunk Sex, Drunk Kissing, Angst with a Happy Ending, but oh boy is there angst, Wrestling, and with that comes ill-timed boners, orgasms as a negotiation tool, despite being the lamest guy around steve actually has some game, Kink Discovery, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Service Top Steve Harrington, Multiple Orgasms, Friends With Benefits, kindaaaa, they are definitely friends who fuck each other but there's some twists, Spanking, sweat kink, idiots to lovers, Mutual Pining, Wet & Messy, Hand & Finger Kink, Sex Toys, Ass Play, Miscommunication, Felching

Summary:

A sex tape is…crazy. It’s totally crazy. It wouldn’t work, and it's worse than any of Steve’s other ideas because…well, because Steve is straight. And hopeful. And stupid. It wouldn’t work. “No way,” Eddie says. “I’m not gonna make a fucking sex tape.” Steve leans down, gets in his face. Eddie’s breath hitches. “Why not?” Steve asks. “You scared?” In the months following Vecna's death, Eddie is facing triple murder charges and a lifetime in jail. With Dr. Owens gone off the grid and a town that hates him, that plea deal his lawyer offers him is looking pretty sweet. Enter Steve Harrington, who is having none of that.

Three Days on The Red Planet by CaptainHoney

@grandmastattoo

Rating: Explicit

10,872 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: Creator chose not to use

Tags: Space Western AU, Sci Fi AU, Western AU, what if stranger things but on mars, literally a bog standard steddie fic but they're on mars, eddie has a mechanical arm, the upside down monsters are all aliens, enemies to lvoers speedrun, eddie thinks it's enemies to lovers but it's actually dumbass4dumbass, non-detailed mentions of medical procedures, injury description, references to blood and gore, this is all reasonably gentle but there's Past Trauma, tommy H the experimental town bicycle that you are, brief mentions of past underage sex, Open Ending, sci fi in the classic tradition in that I made a bunch of stuff up, written with the wikipedia page for Mars open and unperused, completely innaccurate space science, anti-capitalist and anti-colonial themes because fuck the man, implied childhood neglect, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Virgin Eddie Munson, Intercrurual Sex, lots of spit and crass talk, 60s pop culture references because Mars is behind the times, wayne is supportive but very annoying about it, Southern Eddie Munson, they have mcdonalds on mars for some reason but it sucks very much, borderline orgasmic fig eating experience, cyborg eddie kinda, a lot of lotion used as lube but at least their dick skins will be soft, Unprotected Sex, the inherent tragedy of being the only gay man on mars

Summary:

"A hiss as the speeder’s roof lifts and oh, Eddie knows this asshole. Rich boy, pretty as sin, heir to his daddy’s Earth imports business. Papa Harrington has the kind of monopoly there ought to be sanctions against, has his fist around the throats of most of New Indiana. And now here’s the prodigal son, slumming it in the dust of the Munson front yard. A man might get ideas with a thing like that, the kind involving ransoms and the wrong end of a raygun."

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddieunderdogfics #rated e #fake relationship #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #sci fi au #space western au #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers

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thedevilsoftruth · 8 months ago

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Here's some fucking Marc Spector hcs or whatever tf because I'm crazy.

New wave girlie. Mfs theme song in The Midnight Mission was literally The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. You can't look at him and tell me he isn't in the shower and screaming the lyrics to Policy of Truth by Depeche Mode.

Played the drums for a little bit. He needed a new hobby to distract himself but he could never get into it.

Mf does not trim his beard or cut his hair. Steven has to do it because Jake isn't any better at shaving either. " Ah, the ladies love it " he says as an excuse.

" Steven I need a new suit, please help. "

Please don't call him. My bro does NOT like being called. Just text him, mf 😭

Ear gauges. Because I said so. He has an eyebrow slit, so he needs ear gauges to go with it.

After Marc began seeing Khonshu when he was 12, he began slowly becoming more hostile to people at school. Especially in 8th grade. he got into a lot of fights with people and kind of ruined his reputation for a bit until he got into high school. His parents had to change districts.

Hairy ass mf legs. My man is a monster when he's in control of the body because his body hair grows back like... Really quick and he doesn't want to do anything about it.

He did taekwondo when he was 8-13. (No, this is not me self inserting)

He loves cats. One time after a really big fight, he sat by a dumpster and called Frenchie to come get him and help patch him up, but a really fat calico with a few fresh scratch marks came and sat next to him, and he adopted it. Frenchie was really confused when they got in the car. " Who's the cat? " " His name is Frank. " Poor franks white fur was covered in his own blood and Marcs. Looks like Marc wasn't the only one getting patched up that night.

One of his dream occupations when he was a kid was to be an areospace engineer.

Used to have baseball days with his dad. They'd watch games together at restaurants n stuff.

Thriller movie guy.

Khonshu decided to punish him and strip him away of some of his powers because Marc refused to do a mission and finally expressed to him about how he felt abused, so when he went into the dangerous mission, he came out partially blind.

His first car was a Ford f150.

Hates California. Hates Texas even more.

Eats lucky charms for breakfast, even as a 38 year old man.

" Steven why the fuck do you need apple airpods and how does this benefit killing Scarlet Scarab? "

He has a habit of catching things that fall with his feet. One time Marlene dropped a knife when they were cooking dinner together and he tried to catch it with his foot and um... Blood was shed.

Went on a double date to the state fair with Marlene and Frenchie & Rob. made Frenchie take all the pictures and carry their food, Marc threw up on grass after going on a dinosaur ride for shits and giggles. Also because he ate too many doughnuts. He loves doughnuts, man. They also went and watched a duck race and Marc participated and let one of the ducks go and his duck won. He was very excited about getting a smiley face sticker and a rubber duck. He gave Marlene the rubber duck.

He is absolutely bisexual, I don't care what you say. You can't look at him and Frenchie ( and the punisher ) and tell me they weren't at least a little gay for each other.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight comics #marvel comics #comic marc spector #marc spector headcanon #moon knight headcanons #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #marvel hcs #moon knight hcs #moon boys #Frenchie duchamp

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greenlikethesea · 1 year ago

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deeply curious about King Eddie??? if this is eddie as a drag king, i will launch myself out of a rocket at the hare moon loool

omg no that's not what it's about but wouldn't that be an amazing idea, sparkly???

king eddie is this idea that @sparklyslug and i came up with to explore a world in which tropes were reversed. eddie is actually the popular jock who's dating the head cheerleader, chrissy cunningham -- but here's the trick: they're both gay and bearding for each other until they get to college. meanwhile, steve never really got popular on account of his mother divorcing his father and moving them to a much smaller house next door to the hendersons. steve's an a/v nerd who never dated nancy and discovered he was bisexual because he sent away for star trek zines and they had some, uh, enlightening material in them. steve and eddie meet at skull rock one day and a friendship -- and maybe a romance? -- develop.

here's a little snippet for you, Chrissy trying to thwart Steve's affections for Eddie:

“Do you like Eddie?” Chrissy asks. It’s an ambiguous enough question, designed to intrigue. She knows how to play this game.

Steve nods. “Yeah, he’s really cool. Uh, we’re into a lot of the same books and movies. I couldn’t believe it when he threw out that Star Trek reference –”

“Not that kind of like,” Chrissy says. Play coy, Christine. You’re good at this. You didn’t get your social standing by being so goddamn obvious like Harrington over here. “Of course you like him as a friend. I mean, like a crush.”

“No,” Steve says, too quickly, too definitely. Gotcha.

Chrissy knows that Steve used to have a crush on her. Not in the way that every guy at Hawkins High has wanted a piece of her, no. In that puppy dog way, that innocent, sweet manner of liking someone that only happens when you’re still a virgin. She was “dating” Eddie by the time he came into her periphery, taking photos for the school newspaper with Jonathan Byers at every game. That was safe. She could coolly reject him then, because duh, she had a boyfriend, and she wouldn’t be seen with the head of the A/V club. Social suicide. But this is…different. She and Eddie have their Chicago trips, their flings, but Eddie’s never liked anyone long enough to jeopardize their relationship. And Steve never liked Chrissy as much as he definitely likes Eddie.

They’re so close, both going to the same college. She’s so close to leaving this town behind and being who she really wants to be. And she can’t let Steve ruin that for her, someone who probably hasn’t even had his first kiss.

Fuck. This sucks. But it has to be done.

“I won’t tell anyone if you do,” Chrissy says, widening her eyes, batting her eyelashes a little. “I promise.

Steve looks away, then looks back at her, lips pursed in uncertainty. “Promise?”

Chrissy knows her smile looks serene, has spent hours perfecting it in bathroom mirrors. “You can trust me.”

and here's a little snippet that my dear sparkly wrote, because I love it so much:

“Can’t deduce for my own species my ass, Henderson,” Steve crows (quietly, since the hawk could be around anywhere).

“Oh yeah?” A voice sounds from above him, and Steve whirls around, startled. “And what deductions are those, Holmes?”

For a second, Steve is pretty sure he’s flat-out seeing things. He’s a science guy, is all about facts and proofs, has found them engaging and soothing from the second he accidentally found his way into Mr. Clarks A/V Club the first day of sixth grade. But he’s automatically reaching for the fantastical right now, because what else could explain this figure, stretched out regal and comfortable on the top of Skull Rock like he’s lounging on a thrown, the setting sun throwing golden light through his dark curls and the depths of his famous brown eyes, draped in gold from his perfect skin to his letterman’s jacket?

What else could explain Eddie Munson, King of Hawkins High, regarding Steve with open curiosity and humor? Right now, when Steve is fairly sure he hadn’t caught Eddie’s notice more than five times in the entire time they’ve been classmates?

“Holmes, or–” Eddie cocks his head to the side, hair sending off more golden sparks. “Harrington. Right?”

So much for not being noticed by the guy. Steve, to his horror, feels himself blush.

#asks #thank you for asking!!

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sol-hearth · 1 year ago

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Ask game!

4 9 29 36 37

4 - Best game soundtrack:

AGHHH, just one?!?! Undertale OST still makes me emotional, Katana Zero OST still makes me emotional, Celeste OST still makes me emotional, Echo VN OST does shit to me, OCTOPATH TRAVELLER HAS 100% BANGERS IN THAT BITCH. Hades OST, The Ruined King OST, Doom OST. Night in the Woods - "Die anywhere else" is beautiful.

9 - Most hours in a single game:

Uhhh. League of Legends. by far. I've been playing for 10 years now. Close 2nd would be probably Minecraft and Warframe.

29 - Fav childhood game:

I guess that depends on what I count as childhood, so imma go with the days BM (Before Minecraft). In which case, Sonic Battle for the Gameboy Advance, no contest.

36 - Hottest video game character:

I have a "my blorboest blorbo" tag for a reason. Malcolm Graves from League of Legends may look a little rough in 3D renders, but I SWEAR ON GODS THAT I DO NOT EVEN BELIEVE IN, IF THEY PUT MY MAN IN THE FIGHTING GAME I WILL BE SOOOOOOOOOO NORMAL ABOUT HIS SLUTTY MARRIED DIVORCED AND REMARRIED BISEXUAL ASS.

37 - Kill, Fuck, Marry:

Hm. Kill Chase from Echo VN tbh, hate that bitch, it's his fault for everything shitty in that game, idc. Fuck Malcolm Graves cuz I need to fuck that old man, he makes me lust like no other. Marry Scott Howl from Monster Prom because he is the best marriage material from all my fictional guys.

#ask game #whispers of the sol

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billerak · 2 years ago

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And in another episode of "Minori is fucking gay":

She's still bisexual I know shut up

So, we know she's really torn up about her feelings. Here comes Taiga and reassures her that she doesn't like Ryuji and that she should go confess to him. Perfectly normal romantic drama right here. All is great.

You'd think she would, you know, go to school, get confessed by Ryuji. maybe still reject him because there's still 6 episodes left but you get the point.

But, even though Ryuji has been told Minori will come, HE GOES TO TAIGA INSTEAD. I kinda love this scene btw, one of the best ones in the show.

Including, of course, Taiga's breakdown. I cannot tell you how much I've cried at this. But anyways, all's normal. Now we should get a bit of drama like "Ryuji is not with whom he's actually meant to be and-

WRONG

GET BAMBOOZLED.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, MINORI? WHY ARE YOU NOT AT SCHOOL. SCHOOL IS THE OTHER WAY. I HAVE EVIDENCE:

YOUR BISEXUAL ASS HAILS FROM LITERALLY THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION TO TAIGA'S AND RYUJI'S. AND YOU HAVE NO REASON TO GO TO HIS HOUSE ANYWAYS SINCE YOU KNOW HE'S AT SCHOOL. SO YOU'RE GOING TO TAIGA'S.

YOU HAVE NO FUCKING BUSINESS BEING HERE, LEAVING THE GUY WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR CRUSH STANDING TO GO TALK TO THE FRIEND WHO JUST TOLD YOU TO GO GET CONFESSED TO.

Unless, of course, in the time it took for the santa scene to happen, you've been considering your feelings. And maybe, after getting some reassurance that Taiga doesn't like Ryuji, you wanted to give it a shot? Maybe? Perhaps?

But you caught Taiga in literally the worst moment possible. So you just turn around and since one bridge just burned, you may as well burn the other...

So you show up at school after all. But you don't have the guts to get confessed to, so you just reject him out of the gate with the analogy you've already used to explain your feelings on love before. Plausible Deniability is still your game, after all. 'Cause you're a coward, Minori.

All turns and churns and the only thing you want, above all else, is for your two crushes to be happy. And with your own impostor syndrome on the loose, you can't possibly try to ruin what they have.

I fucking love Minori so much. She and Ami constantly dance around my mind with their bullshit.

Honestly if I didn't ship Minami so hard, I'd try my hand at a thruple of these three.

#Toradora #Toradora!#Taiga Aisaka #Minori Kushieda #Ryuji Takasu

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vgilantee · 3 months ago

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I have so many oanty dropping blorbos lmfaooo. Let's see here... *flipping through my mental filing cabinets* there's Rhys and Vaughn from Tales from the Borderlands, Bobby Fulbright from Ace Attorney (here me out his fan art is incredible lol), McCree from Overwatch, Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8, Nahara + Nadia + Muriel + Portia + Julian + Lucio (Lucio is also a hear-me-out bc he's lowkey a piece of shit LMAO) who are all from The Arcana (mobile game), i could go on but i won't just yet lmfao. Anyways lol, why are we sending in our blorbos again?

-🎧 (also can I be headphones anon?)

🦌 anon asked if they could send hot men to thirst over, and i figured why not open it up to the crowd! and absolutely you can!! I always love when people want an anon sign off, so flattering that yall want to stick around 😊

Rhys and Vaugha: oh. oh wow. yup that's a tag team I would like. the borderlands art style is also just objectively very sexy

Bobby fullbright: there is definitely some very daddy fanart. the original art style is not his hair's friend though alchsodhs

mccree:

Karl Heisenberg and Countess Alcina Dimitrescu: ALL I WANNA DO. IS FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. A GIANT WOMANNNNNN. my ass is bisexual and you expect me to not want to be the personal stepstool and sex toy for vampire-adjacent, 9'6, mommy-kink personified woman? and I fear. I fear literally rolling around in the mud with Karl would... not fix me it would definitely make me worse but it would do something to me. fundamentally.

Nahara: she's... wow. stunning and her armsssssss

Nadia: she could tell me to bark and I wouldn't even need to think about doing so

Muriel: he would ruin my life but also I want to tug on his harness and have him whimpering at my feet. perfection akdhsofjso

portia: mommy but in the warm mother way. and I want to be under her skirt puh-LEASEEEE

julian: oh I've seen him!! he looks like a mean flirt but looks a little too twinky to pull it off...

lucio: aldjaldja he LOOKS like he'd be a piece of shit lmao. opposite of a pleasure dom, and he knows he's pretty so it's even worse.

#🎧 anon #chatter box ~✧

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marklikely · 8 months ago

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and these five because I'm nosy - 12. favorite well known horror film; 13. favorite under appreciated horror film; 14. favorite "controversial" horror film; 15. favorite re-watchable horror film; 16. favorite un-rewatchable horror film

:-) thank you lol <3

12. Probably either Get Out or A Nightmare on Elm Street. Get Out is a classic that the entire genre has been trying to repeat for years for a REASON and it's still my pick for the best Peele movie <3. And then NOES is just as iconic and did a lot to shape the genre too honestly. But its also just really fun i love Nancy, i love the practical effects and the scary phone. the bed that explodes in a geyser of blood. and the fact that nancy does a home alone chase with freddy. its good.

13. I think Bloody Muscle Bodybuilder in Hell can go up against at least 3 of the canon Evil Dead movies in terms of Greatness honestly. IDK if i can count it as under appreciated because everyone who's seen it loves it but a lot of people also just write it off as an evil dead fan film. which it is and that's fine, but it's also just really good as a microbudget horror movie with goofy ass effects. and a couple legitimately creepy sfx moments too even though most of them look extremely fake and cheap.

14. Controversial as in like. had a lot of public problems then I'd pick Possession (1981). its crazy and really painful to watch at times but its still so good. and got banned in the UK and severely restricted in the US so i'd say that counts as controversy. Controversial as in ratings though i'd say Black Christmas (2019). Everyone hates that movie so bad and i'll die on any sword to defend its cheesy teen scream buzzfeed feminism honor.

15. Creep 2!!! i have watched that movie like 5 times in the last year and i will keep rewatching it forever. i can't explain what makes it so rewatchable but it never gets old or wears on me at all. something about the bi energy to it (i even found out after watching a couple times that the lead is a bi actress so like i guess she's the reason it feels like a bisexual ass movie)

16. Not sure if it's usually considered a horror but Funny Games. i watched the original and it ruined my day! but they really play with the fourth wall in a way that made me feel guilty for watching like i could have just paused the DVD and ended all the violence. so yeah i dont need to watch it again i'm good, but its also a really great movie.

#asks

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lesbyeen · 2 years ago

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Ok so (Bayonetta 3 Spoiler Warning)

So I originally had a super long thing written but I’m condensing it here. I want to state first that I have: 1. Always seen Bayonetta as bisexual and 2. I have played both games (multiple times) and have been in the fandom for awhile now, so I’m not speaking out of my ass. I also should state that I am not yet finished with the game but I am well aware of what happens in the end. So here we go:

1. The Luka thing: I don’t like that Bayo is with Luka. They have always felt like a platonic flirting kinda pairing and not a genuine partnered up pairing. I find the pairing hard to believe because their interactions are nowhere near as strong as they should be if they want me to believe that they make a good couple. Bayonetta does not need a man (or even a romantic partner, let’s be real) to be as amazing and strong and sexy as she is. I don’t think her being paired with Luka necessarily ruins her character, but I do think if they keep going with this they’re going to dilute the hell out of her. My primary problem doesn't lie with the fact that she’s with a man because I’m a Bayojeanne fan, it lies with the fact that it’s with Luka.

2. The Jeanne thing: Egyptian Bayo and Jeanne are definitely a thing, let’s be real. It’s important to note that this version of Bayonetta in the multiverse is young Cereza from the first game as opposed to the Bayonetta from the past 2 games. The subtext for Bayojeanne is very, very strong in the second game and definitely exists in the first. Kamiya knows it’s a popular as hell pairing. Now, I love this ship. I know a lot of people do. I think it’s possible we will see more of it in the future.

3. The death thing: what the fuck

With those things being said I don’t think outright, main universe Bayojeanne was going to happen this game. I don’t think this is some homophobic plot from Platinum/Nintendo, I just don’t. But I don’t think it was in the cards this time. I’m not going to jump on the train and call this queerbaiting, either. I don’t think it’s fair to call it that yet, since the game is 1. Heavily implied to have DLC and 2. The series isn’t over yet. I also think the term queerbaiting gets thrown around a little too liberally nowadays, but if you feel that term works then alright.

Just my two cents, not trying to start arguments or anything. May make a longer, more thought out post after I’m done with the game.

#bayojeanne #bayonetta #bayonetta 3 #bayonetta 2 #bayonetta spoilers

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tojiaesth · 3 years ago

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boyfriend

gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: you and gojo had some sort of unspoken agreement in which you refused to adhere to labels and instead chose to have fun. except neither of you would ever admit the hold you had on each other.

warning: heavy smut, 18 +, minors dni, fingering, oral (fem receiving), rough handling of reader, marking, dom!gojo, sub!reader, choking/breath play, overstim, raw sex, tummy bulge, ?slight breeding kink, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

tags: college au, fratboy!gojo, friends with benefits, unlabelled relationships, bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, fluff at the end <3

A/N: inspired by ariana herself <3 so i recommend at least listening to the song before you read, if you’re like me and can’t read and listen :p

It was loud. That was the first thing you picked up on before you even entered the sweaty house. Your friends begged you to come, as if there weren’t parties every week and missing one would change the world. You struggled to find a parking space, choosing to walk the rest of the way. The deafening thump of bass could be heard a few blocks down and you wondered how there was never any noise complaints.

Satoru probably threw money at them.

You smiled, it was such a him thing to do. The cold air nipped at your dress, having left your coat in your car. You had chosen to wear an emerald green satin body con dress that stopped mid thigh. It accompanied a criss cross pattern that exposed your back. You first saw it online and had fallen in love, it partly being the reason why you had said yes. You wanted him to see you in the dress, already craving the dark look in his eyes when he was turned on.

Gojo Satoru, college senior, with his charismatic personality had a very big presence at the college. Almost never alone and surrounded by a group of admirers, both men and women fell at his feet. If someone had told you back in your first year that you’d be sleeping with this man on the regular you’d think they were crazy. He honestly, despite being very handsome, was not your kind of man. Too pretty, very cocky and had serious commitment issues, bedding half the campus. But it had started at the beginning of the year, your friendship groups overlapping as you had grown close with Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri having been studying the same subject. You found yourself around him a lot, eventually going out with just each other and things quickly progressed.

Soon enough he was between your thighs, lapping at your cunt with fervour and sucking gently on your clit, two slender fingers hitting that spot. He did that a lot, seeming to relish in the way you fell apart on his tongue, your slippery walls pulsating as you softly said his name like a prayer. He’d nonchalantly get up, sometimes not even asking for anything in return and it surprised you. You pegged him as more of a receiver than a giver but it suited you fine.

You became pretty popular on campus as you hung out with them, attending parties and making life long friendships. You usually weren’t someone who slept around, but that quickly changed. So did your care for a steady relationship. You were 21, life was short, you had a great body and a pretty face, opting to have fun.

You found yourself caught in Gojo’s trap, legs wound around his waist on a weekly basis, his hard cock driving into you with such force you thought you’d break. Your legs clenched just thinking about it, a thin layer of slickness coating your panties.

Your thoughts were brought back to reality when you entered the frat house, NalinA by Block B was being blasted at full volume through the house and you already felt a course of excitement run through your veins. You couldn’t wait to let loose and find your friends. The house, just short of a mansion, had been decorated with l.e.d lights, a soft red and blue glow painting your skin. There was alcohol everywhere, sweaty bodies and the strong smell of weed.

“Y/N! Over here.” You looked over to see the majority of your friends on a sofa, catching sight of Satoru with a girl on his lap. His hand was caressing her ass, as she pouted saying something to him. She was pretty, and you tried your best not to care. Their faces were sweaty, with cups in their hands, indicating they had stopped dancing. You walked in their direction, plopping yourself next to the person behind the voice.

“Hey Mei-Mei. You look hot.” You said casually and she automatically pulled you to sit on her knee. You smiled and took her cup, whatever bitter liquid sliding down your throat. You and Mei were another short lived fling, sleeping together a handful of times and besides Satoru, no one else could compare to that sinful mouth of hers. A queen at teasing, she brought her hand to your waist and lightly began tracing shapes with her fingers.

“You look hot, that dress is making me want to do things to you.”

You chuckled as you stared at each other, tensions running high as the song changed to one you were familiar with. You wanted to dance.

“God, please make out.”

You ignored the annoying comment from Sukuna who was sat diagonally from you, blatantly checking you out. You told him to shut up, your mouth twitching as he looked completely unfazed. Looking away, you ran your fingers through Mei’s soft hair,

“Come, let’s dance.” You whispered, breath hot on her ear as she shivered. You loved how easily you could fluster Mei, knowing the more you worked her up the more she’d punish you for it later.

You both got up and your arms were grabbed by Shoko,

“We’re coming, we’d rather not watch Sukuna hunt for a girl like an animal or Gojo practically fuck in front of us.” She said, shuddering and dragging a very amused Getou. Your eyes flickered to Satoru, finding that he was already watching you. The girl was now straddling him and the buttons on his shirt looked undone, his hands rubbing circles on her thighs. He refused to break eye contact with you, kissing her neck as she moaned, smirking as you looked away, grasping Mei’s hand.

You don’t know what he was trying to do, but it pissed you off. It annoyed you more that he’d groan in your ear some nights, grabbing your neck and claiming you were his and his only. Not wanting you to touch or look at anyone else. The next morning? Business as usual as he was all over some girl. You deducted that him saying those things to you were just in the heat of the moment, recalling how your clit would throb as he would rub slow circles, staking his claim. You liked how possessive he could get, the rough sex, and how occasionally he’d surprise you with a gift. All without having to actually be in a relationship.

You didn’t care about labels and neither did he. So why? Why did his eyes say, he wanted you to get jealous? You sighed, these mind games and mixed signals were your least favourite part of Satoru.

The beginning of an all too familiar riff began to thump through the walls and you all squealed in delight. As ‘Do I Wanna Know’ began you swayed your hips and lip synced, literally letting your hair down as Mei came up behind you. Shoko began recording you without your knowledge, watching as your head fell onto Mei’s shoulder, her hands ghosting around the space between your breasts, purposefully ignoring how your nipples hardened as she whispered something lewd into your ear.

“She’s gonna kill you if you post that.” Suguru watched as Shoko posted the video to her story, her eyes shining with amusement as almost instantly people replied asking who you were.

Satoru on the other hand could not take his eyes off of you. He studied you as you wrapped your arms around Mei and he was exasperated. She was addictive, he thought, those pouty and full lips had a hold on him, his dick twitched thinking about them wrapped around him. Her body was something else, those breasts of hers heaving against her dress. Shit. He almost got hard. The girl currently giving him a hickey was just not doing it for him. In fact no girl or guy was, he had tried countless times only his encounters with Y/N fulfilling his desires. In spite of that, he would not tell her this, not wanting to ruin the game of cat and mouse they had going.

“Satoru, let’s go somewhere.” The girl whined, hips grinding against his crotch. He suddenly got up and pushed her off of him,

“Nah, not in the mood. I’m sure Sukuna would be interested. He has a habit of going after my sloppy seconds.” Gojo snapped, sick of the way he was gazing at you, eyes darkened with lust.

He ignored the girls cuss words directed at him as she stormed off and Sukuna snickered, looking up from his phone.

“She’s fuckable but I have my eye on something else tonight.” He thrust his phone in Satoru’s face, only to be met with Shoko’s story, full of Y/N dancing suggestively.

He willed himself not to show anger and hummed,

“Like you could pull her.” His voice dripping with fake amusement as Sukuna tensed in irritation.

Satoru walked in the direction of his friends, still dancing crazily and singing very out of tune to ‘Kiss me more’, you were now dancing with Suguru and laughing loudly as he tried to attempt some sort of dance move so terribly, Satoru could not decipher what it was supposed to be. Your lips were glossy, eyes twinkling as he picked you up and twirled you around, ribs hurting from laughing so much. You never laughed that much with him.

Satoru pursed his lips, he was just so irritated. Suguru put you down when the song finished and you fixed his hair that your arm had messed up,

“Your hairs gone so long now, I love it.” You said cheerily, fingers twirling on a stray strand as Suguru bent down slightly so he could hear you over the music.

“It suits you.” You stated softly, unable to look away from his intuitive eyes. The lights were casting a glow across his face, bringing his jaw to attention as you traced it slowly. He was a different kind of handsome you thought, more your type than Satoru was and you thought about how his eyes were a warm brown, compared to Satoru’s cerulean ones. You scolded yourself internally for still finding ways to think about Satoru, you just couldn’t shake him.

Suguru smirked and focused on the feeling of your hands, now running through his hair and eventually resting on the back of his neck. You smelt so good, he thought, he wanted to kiss you. He leaned down and you realised his intentions, your hands paused on his biceps that were coated in tattoos. As you closed your eyes, thoughts wild and slightly clouded by the shots you did with Shoko, you braced yourself to kiss the god-like man that was Getou Suguru, pulse racing.

“Y/N!” Your head automatically snapped at your name being called, sheepishly looking at Suguru whose eyes were now filled with something you couldn’t quite figure out. Satoru was in front of you both, promptly grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Eyes bewildered you looked back at Suguru who looked entertained at the whole situation. You found yourself at the focus of everyone’s stares, all curious as to why Gojo had a dark look in his eyes.

“Satoru, what the fuck? Let go-“ His large hands were gripping your smaller ones hard, uncomfortably squishing your fingers together. He said nothing, back to you as he hauled you up the stairs and into his room. His door slammed as you stumbled into the dimly lit room, turning around in utter confusion at Gojo’s behaviour.

“Fuck, what is your problem?” You were enraged at how he just did what he pleased with you and how you just let him. You massaged your wrist, now slightly red at Satoru’s force.

“Why the fuck would you try and kiss him? Seriously, Suguru? You’re such a fucking whore.” Gojo clenched his jaw, finding himself even angrier at the thought of you underneath Suguru, moaning, sweat dripping off your backs.

You were baffled. A whore?

“Firstly, you’re literally the definition of a whore and secondly, why the fuck do you care?!” You stepped closer to him, cheeks flushed in anger at Satoru’s audacity,

“You have no fucking right to care about who I fuck. Got it? You’re not my boyfriend.”

Satoru moved closer to you, your nose in line with his chest as the man’s eyes changed suddenly. For once, he had no comeback or witty remark, you were right but he’d had enough. Just the thought of his best friend between your legs snapped him into action and he had to come to terms with his feelings. His fingers lifted your chin, your eyes willing itself not to melt at his touch, goosebumps already littering your arm. He silently moved to your lips, thumb pressing against your mouth, encouraging you to open.

You were so unbelievably confused, this man blew hot and cold. One minute so angry he couldn’t speak and then next initiating a kiss.

“Satoru-“

His lips were against yours before you had time to think, furiously pressing against them and swiping his tongue across. You relaxed into his touch and opened your mouth. His tongue found yours in an instant and lightly sucked it, your breathless moans pleasuring his senses as his hands pulled your body closer to him. He explored your body, cupping your ass while you simultaneously wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers drowning in his soft white locks. Eventually he pulled away, cupping your face gently like you were a porcelain doll,

“I don’t want you to see anyone else or kiss them like that. I’m not playing any more games. You’re mine.” He stated firmly, blue eyes framed by his ash coloured lashes, gazing into your soul.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tease him. Gojo...was serious. All those extra knowing glances you’d give each other, the fiery arguments, the passionate sex, the pang of jealousy at his lips on another girls neck and the way his eyes would linger a little too long when you spoke to a guy, you realised the both of you were stupid. Too busy trying to convince yourselves you didn’t care you both buried your thoughts away, afraid to articulate them in case you were rejected.

You found yourself repeating after him, his eyes almost hypnotising you as you stuttered,

“I-i’m yours.”

Satoru lightly kissed you on the lips and motioned you to jump up, supporting your legs as you wrapped them securely around his waist. He gingerly placed you on his bed, hovering over you as his hands slowly rid up your leg, ghosting around your inner thigh and you suppressed a moan. His touch was magnetic, something as simple as stroking your thigh with Satoru becomes so much more, a tingly sensation jolting through you when his hands brushed between your clothed folds. Meanwhile he began kissing his way down, starting with your neck and sucking furiously at the spot above your collarbone. You mewled against him as he licked the now marked spot, your hips desperately finding his to grind against.

“Patience, baby. I’m taking my time with you.”

You whined at his remark, you just needed him inside you, now.

“Such a whiny brat.” His voice slipped through your ears like silk as he slowly slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders, the new stimuli adding to the experience. You were never more glad to have not worn a bra. He focused on your exposed breasts, nipples hard and swollen and he groaned at the sight.

A warm sensation reached your nipples and you cried out in pleasure, looking down at Satoru lapping up your soft mounds. His seductive gaze ripped through you as he began to trace slow circles with his tongue. His fingers kept your other breast occupied, rolling around your left nipple with his fingers, constantly switching sides and worshipping them.

His attention switched to your lower stomach, kissing your skin with affection as you anticipated his lips between your thighs. You could feel the damp spot slowly spreading on your panties and the swell of your clit, begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Satoru you tease.” You breathed out in gaspy moans, he had completely removed your dress by now and was blowing warm breaths against your knickers. Satoru brought a single digit to rub against the wet spot, moaning as he felt the tent in his pants. He loved teasing you but it required self control, wanting nothing more than to release his large cock from its restraints and into your warm hole, throbbing at the thought.

He finally pulled your panties to the side at your delight and your whimpers filled the room as his fingers brushed against your soaked clit. He played around with your pussy, stroking up and down and noting the creamy juices that were flowing out your hole. The sight of his fingers coated in your juices and he almost came right there. The lewd squelching of your cunt was slightly covered up by your cries of pleasure as he entered two slender fingers inside you, stimulating your sensitive walls. He reached down and took your clit into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“F-fuck, right there Toru” You moaned, attempting to wriggle but Satoru quickly used his arms to clamp your thighs into place, his sensual mouth causing white dots to appear in your vision. Your stomach fluttered at the slow, familiar build up of your climax, not even embarrassed that he had only been eating you out for five minutes. You were just so sensitive today and paired with Satoru laying claim to you, your body was responding to each and every one of his touches.

“Ah, k-keep going baby, fuck. You’re so good at it.” The praises fell from your lips as the deep pleasure in your stomach changed, indicating you were near.

Satoru was persistent, his insatiable need to feel your cunt quiver against his tongue caused him to add one more digit, scissoring his fingers against your gummy walls. He could feel you frantically clenching, chuckling at his inability to move as fast as his fingers were in a death trap. He kept his eyes on you, watching as your hand came up to your mouth to stifle your sobs, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m close.” You whispered and you made a mistake of looking down at Satoru, his tongue was pressing down against your sensitive nub, saliva dripping onto his bed. His fingers went even faster, determined to make you cum.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me princess.”

That was all you needed. You legs squeezed frantically against his head, the euphoric sensations causing your back to refuse to rest against the bed. Satoru paid no mind to your repetitive whimpers as you began to come down from your high, his lips still stubbornly attached to your clit. It was too much, the previously pleasurable feel was now borderline painful, his sticky fingers removing themselves from your cunt.

You legs jolted occasionally each time he purposely grazed the bundle of nerves, continuing his efforts by using his tongue to tease around the now sensitive area, chuckling when your hips wriggled.

“Delicious.” His velvety tongue swiped his lips and he brought his fingers into your mouth. The tangy but familiar taste of your undoings were accompanied by his soft fingers, swirling around your tongue until your saliva created a mess.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” He groaned, the twitching of his cock was unrelenting. You pressed your legs together, the achy feeling of need returning. Reaching to kiss him, your hands started to undo his belt buckle,

“I want you.” You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.

His lecherous eyes stared back at you, his fingers curling around your back as he brought you closer, now hovering above you.

“I want you too.”

In one swift movement, his cock was freed and he entered you, the new feeling causing you to cry out as he slowly bottomed out.

“Shit, you’re clenching like crazy baby.”

You couldn’t even reply, his thick shaft splitting you open, Satoru stared down at how you sucked him in, a creamy ring of your juices at the base of his cock. You felt him harden even more, he hadn’t wasted any time by helping you adjust. He started a rough pace, watching your perky tits bounce as he reached down and placed a nipple into his mouth. You were truly addicting, he thought, your whimpers becoming louder with the sticky sound of your cunt. Your pussy seemed to fit him like a glove, Satoru’s eyes wandered towards your soft tummy, at the faint bulge of his devouring and his eyes widened, using a hand to press against it and his ears welcomed your high pitched gasps.

“What’s the matter baby girl?” He cooed, chuckling at your stifled sobs and flushed cheeks.

“‘is too much...” You managed, barely able to communicate as he fucked you dumb.

You were so sexy, he thought.

You scooted away, his rough movements almost resulting in your head banging against the headboard but without missing a beat Satoru pulled you back, cock sinking into you with a new sensation.

“That’s not how this works, sweetheart. You’re gonna lie there and take it.”

His hands ghosted at your waist, using the soft tissue as a grip as he forcefully used your body, eyes unable to look away at how you took his thick, veiny member. Your pussy twitched as he licked a stripe at the side of your neck,

“Oh...you like that?” He muttered, sucking on your weak spot, he groaned when you tightened against him, knowing the tip of his cock was red and angry, your walls were too much.

You blink, eyes glossy and lips swollen from his kisses, Satoru’s marks were littered across your body, evidence of his ravishing as he continued his strong pace, cock driving into you with hunger. Your moans changed pitch,

“t’s...too much...can’t...too big.” You babbled, a new, insurmountable pleasure was ripping into your stomach.

“It’s too big?,”

Satoru wrapped his slender fingers around your neck, pressing down lightly as he smirked,

“I know.”

Your breath was slowly snatched from you as he gripped your neck harder, it somehow heightening the feeling of him around your cunt. His groans were turning you on, you always loved how vocal Satoru was.

Satoru paid attention to you, removing his hands and watching as you gasped for breaths. He grinned at how crazy your pussy went whenever he did that, he had really met his match. His cock twitched, indicating his nearing climax and you creamed shamelessly around him when his thumb lightly brushed your rosy clit. Your legs had gone to jelly at this point, but you securely clamped them around Satoru’s waist, bringing him even closer as your eyes closed in pleasurable agony.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?” The way you cried and babbled nonsense, mouth messy with saliva as you drooled around his fingers, Satoru pressed at the pad of your tongue, cerulean eyes gleaming at where you connected. As he sinked into you again and again, the intemperate need to feel you squirt around him, he took your soft mounds into his mouth once more and before he knew it, you let out a long, drawn out moan as you found your release.

The white hot pleasure against your stomach snapped and as you orgasmed for the second time, a new warm sensation splashed against Satoru’s cock. Your juices dripped onto the bed, your pussy quivering and legs shaking as you rode it out.

“Fuck.” His azure eyes twinkled with amazement and you didn’t think he could possibly get any harder, as his member remained snug against your cunt.

Satisfied at your mess and how your slimy walls squeezed so torturously against him, Satoru’s own release was not far behind. With one last sound of pleasure, another warm feeling filled your pussy, spurts of the familiar white liquid spilling out of you as he slowed down his thrusts, emptying his balls into you with his repeated moans.

He pulled out, watching the results of his orgasm dribble onto his sheets. Using his fingers, he pushed the remaining liquid deep into you as a low moan escaped your lips. He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, and you licked them clean, humming against him.

As he hovered over you, his captivating eyes caught in the moonlight peaking through the curtains, illuminating his spacious room. He was so beautiful, you thought, mind now unclouded as your high disappeared. Instead, a lighter but warm feeling fluttered through you as Satoru bent down to give you butterfly kisses across your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered and he felt you smile against the top of his head, white tendrils tickling your nose as he placed himself on your tummy, careful not to crush you.

A comfortable silence lingered in the air, for the first time neither of you needed to fill it in with pointless words. You stroked his hair, content that he was still here and showing you affection even after sex, a concept new to the both of you.

After some time, with the both of you deep in thought about each other, Satoru’s head lifted and he made eye contact with you.

“I meant what I said earlier. I know this is new to the both of us so we can take it slow and I’ll probably fuck things up a few times but...I really do care about you, Y/N.”

Your eyes softened, as he glanced nervously at you. You had never seen him so vulnerable before and somehow it made you like him even more.

You extended your arm, your fingers tapping against his cheek,

“I care about you a lot too, Satoru. More than I’d like to admit.” You looked away, confused at how quickly the atmosphere changed from the desperate grappling of hands against skin to soft eyes and shy kisses. You were shy around him. You really did care about him but you also weren’t the best at articulating your thoughts, Satoru was always one upping you with his smooth talking.

His smile softened before his eyes changed, amusement dancing across his face.

“Well why wouldn’t you like me? I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, his hands grabbing you and placing warm kisses around your neck. You melted into his touch, only now realising he hadn’t even properly undressed, unlike you who was completely bare.

He paused as you wriggled uncomfortably in the messy and slightly damp sheets, the both of you a tangle of limbs.

“Is this a bad time to ask if you’re on the pill?”

You stared at him.

“You are such an idiot.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you

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sin-sidejob · 2 years ago

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hi hi is this ship game thingy still going ?? ignore this if it isnt lol but i <3 ur writing so im sending one in :P my name is blair, i use she/her prns, bisexual, im short, chubby, white hair, grey eyes, LOTS of facial piercings (eyebrows, bridge, septum, angelbites, snakebites, dahlias :3), and a ton of patchwork tattoos. my style is ??? uhmmm random shit i thrifted and or crocheted, i crochet a lot of clothes my typical outfit is like. crochet top, random thrifted pants. my hobbies r obv crochet, art of various forms, rollerskating, and for some reason collecting toys as a grown ass women. my personality is a bit two-faced, i come across as rather extroverted and silly online but in real life im extremely shy and suffer from selective mutism. it's kind of like you only unlock my real personality by becoming friends with me. my friends consider me funny, kind, passionate, and really really helpful. i love love love animals and my dream future is becoming a crazy cat lady, and dog lady, and rat lady, and generally having a home that could be considered an animal sanctuary. i like all sorts of people, because i cant ever really speak in public i really like to observe so i know a lot more about the people around me then they think i know. characters im very similar to would be kobeni from chainsaw man, bee from bee and puppycat, todd anderson from dead poets society, willow from the owl house, and fluttershy from my little pony c: thank youu veryyy much in advance for the matchup <33

Hi Blair!!

I ship you with Reagan Ridley

I can absolutely see the two of you getting along, her appreciating how you still have a love for things beyond the parameters of age like toys. She can’t say much with her adoration for the Space Jam dress, but finding a solidarity in how you have that same affection for things and encouraging her to do the same with stuff from her own childhood.

As someone who’s more blunt and direct but does have a lot of compassion herself, I think Reagan would enjoy your personality and demeanor, finding solace in how you both have softer halves and have to work at the other to unlock them. She may not understand the mutism immediately but would def respect it, probably researching it too to better understand it and get to know about the multiple facets that make up you.

Reagan would love placing kisses, like little kisses, over your piercings, trailing down from your brow piercing and dotting kisses over each of them, maybe even tugging with her teeth at the ones near your lips, taking her time to kiss over your snake and angel bites, paying special attention to the dahlias as well.

Note, if you ever crocheted her a top or something she’d wear it all the time at home, probably having you make extras of the same one in case she pulls a loop accidentally or stains it — Reagan would hate to ruin all the work you put into it.

She’d also not like if you ever made things for the gang, you’re hers damnit.

I’m not sure if Reagan would vibe immediately with the animal sanctuary but I do know she’d love some of the more reclusive animals and the reptiles. It’s probably a 50/50 with cats after the one she held of Dr. Skullfinger’s. If you ever listened to her talk about her childhood and get her a snake or a turtle, or some other reptile, she’d be so excited. Reagan def struggles with displaying her gratitude accurately but would try to let you know how much it meant to her.

I can see you teaching her how to roller skate and it going well or terribly, and honestly it would take a lot of encouragement to keep her going after falling or tripping in her skates — but then again, she’s got you to help catch her, and isn’t that what it’s all about?

#asked and answered #ship game #inside job #personal inside job #my inside job #reagan ridley #reagan #inside job reagan #dr reagan ridley #ask game #200 followers celebration #200 follower celebration

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years ago

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hi they released four pages of the Clementine comic that’s coming out and they all make my brain mad.

I can’t be the only one who was pretending that the Clementine comic was just a massive shared hallucination, right? That it wasn’t real and everything is chill? That skybound weren’t just trying to cash in on Clementine thus ruining her story and what her journey represented and meant to the fans? Yeah well, back in reality I said I would go through each page and talk about them because they bad.... they bad.

Which it’s bizarre that we got the 12 page comic of Clementine abandoning everyone because she was just soooo unhappy, and it was terrible... but then we get a mere 4 more pages for the actual upcoming graphic novel and it just gets worse. How did they do that? How is it somehow worse? I dunno!

Alright let’s go, let’s talk about ‘em.

First up, Clementine getting a new foot. Not much is shown in the environment, since it’s all blacked out. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s inside somewhere. I dunno if this is Amos giving it to her or someone else, but apparently someone just happens to have a spare lying around to give to her, someone who has made several of them in the past. Super convenient.

Really wish I could feel something reading this. Clementine getting a new foot that she can better walk on? You mean like how AJ said he’d make her a new foot and he’d ask Willy about it? And it was super sweet and you could tell that meant a lot to Clementine?

Well whoever this dingus is, they’re not AJ soooo I should care why? Moving on.

Speaking of Amos, here he is in all of his amish glory. He and Clementine are in some town, a lot of buildings and plenty of walkers. Amos is telling Clementine to quit standing around staring at the walkers like a dingus and get in his carriage thing. Uhh can’t really tell, but I think there are more people in the carriage? I can see Clem and Amos, but it looks like another body is in there but I can’t tell nor do I really care.

All I gather here is that Amos knows Clementine’s name, so they’ve been introduced at this point, and she’s willing to escape with him. Cool. Neat.

Also love that all she has to say as they’re escaping this massive horde of death is just “Ohmygod.” like.... I don’t know why that’s funny to me, there isn’t even an exclamation point, it’s all one word, and her dumb face looks like she’s cringing at how weird the dialogue is in this comic.

Oh good, the page that pisses me off.

Now I’m not the first to say it as others have gotten the vibe too but uh.... Amos is coming off like a white, blond Louis in this page. What, did Tillie happen upon Lou’s concept art and was like “heeeeey I can do a thing with that” because.... that’s not great. At all.

Also, even though he’s attempting to give Louis vibes, I still don’t think Amos is gonna be a love interest at all. I was assuming he’d be younger but he’s about the same size as Clem? and that doesn’t really mean too much as Clem is small and he might just be a tall kid, but I still stand by Tillie forcing a new girlfriend onto Clementine. I’ve read a few of Tillie’s other graphic novels, and as far as I can tell she’s only written wlw couples. Also, she said she wanted to use Clementine to show what it’s like being queer in the apocalypse because apparently that’s the only thing she took from TFS and sorry, but pairing a canon bisexual with a dude wouldn’t be gay enough for Tilllie or the apocalypse soooo.... I wouldn’t worry too much about Amos.

So Clementine calls Amos the most ridiculous person she’s ever met which.... uh, Tillie, I’m once again questioning if you even bothered to play the games because I doubt this random amish kid is the most ridiculous person she’s encountered. Just sayin.’

So Amos lost all of his stuff but it’s fine, he’s got his shirts, Clementine glares him down and then he asks her to come with him.

And she calls him an idiot.

Ugh. It’s like.... why is she being an ass? Are we in ANF right now? Is she about to shoot someone for looking at her funny? Is she gonna go off about how everyone she loved is dead or has left her even though she’s the one who straight up abandoned AJ, Louis, and the rest of Ericson so she doesn’t get to talk shit?

Oh wait, you’re right, that was different because clearly all she was to them was a bodyguard, and Clementine isn’t interested in being anyone’s bodyguard anymore.

....How? May I ask that? Just... how?

Tillie, is that how you viewed Clementine and AJ’s relationship? What, did you play TFS? Or are you just one of those people who don’t like AJ because he takes too much away from Clementine and really, when you think about it, Clem should be super bitter toward AJ for forcing her to raise him when he was just a baby and had no one else. He took away so many years from her! She should want to get away from him since y’know, fun fact, he did cut off her leg and suuuure it saved her life or whatever but now she has no leg so really he did more harm than good, no? Really, WE missed the subtext of Clementine’s growing resentment of him and Ericson for forcing her to be their personal bodyguard.

You can’t tell right now, but I’m doing the laugh.

It’s so bad.

Also, didn’t Clementine leave because she wasn’t happy? Because she sure doesn’t seem happy wandering around here by herself, she doesn’t seem happy talking with Amos, she’s just coming off like a prick. You know it’s bad when I read this page and feel bad for Amos.

Oh good, you brought Lee into this bullshit, too. Nothing is sacred anymore smh

Alright, Clementine is having nightmares about Lee. He’s got a hold of her, and then he doesn’t, and she’s about to be grabbed by all those walkers when she jolts awake.

So... she’s having dreams about Lee abandoning her to the walkers?

That’s super funny.

Especially since he never did that and Clementine was always firm in her belief that he cared about her, that he died saving her life sooo what? You feelin’ a bit of your own guilt for abandoning AJ or something, Clem? You feelin’ any happier?

Ugh, I knew Lee was gonna be a part of this comic since Tillie mentioned he would be, so it’s not like I’m surprised to see this is what she’s doing with him. I mean, if she’s not gonna get anything else right, why expect her to get Lee right?

And that’s all the pages. Just reading them again makes me tired, they make me even less excited for the full thing. Uhh as for the art style, it’s whatever, it’s a little different to Tillie’s usual style but the more I look at it, the more I believe it doesn’t lend itself well to this universe or style of story, and Clementine just looks like a dull, lifeless version of herself which I suppose is fitting as this entire comic feels passionless but y’know..... cow, milk, yadda yadda.

Anyway, what do y’all think?

#twdg #twdg clementine #blehhhh #this comic makes me feel bleehhhhh #i need some tea #sorry this comic makes me so salty i can't #hahaha

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vanillasakura · 3 years ago

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it's revswanson! it won't let me ask from my gaming blog but for the character thingy if you're still up for it...

adult jack with numbers 2, 5 and 19

uncle (rdr1 and/or rdr2) with 17

and abigail with whichever ones you were wanting to answer, even all of them ;)

Jack:

2.) Who he wants to please the most

During rdr1, Jack really just wants to please his parents. He feels so guilt ridden over what happened to both of them (even though absolutely none of it was or could have been his fault) and despite how depressed he is, he just wants to know that they’ll find peace if he takes down the man who ruined their lives

5.) A cherished personal belonging

From John: Arthur’s journal. It was left to him upon his death, and was the first time Jack really got to know his uncle on the level his parents did. By extension, it’s also a reminder of his father

From Abigail: Her engagement ring. He always keeps it on his person, sewn into a little pocket that he always checks is extra secure. Sometimes he’ll take it out and fiddle with it if he needs something to do with his hands.

19.) When he feels safest

Honestly Rdr1 Jack never feels safe. He’s aware that everything could go wrong at any moment, and even though he doesn’t let it show, he’s terrified. I’m going off of my headcanons about older older Jack for this one

Anywhere with his kids or with Charles, Mary-Beth, Sadie, and Bonnie. If he’s with all eight of them, even better. They’re the people that reminded Jack that kindness does exist, and he loves them more than anything else in the world

Uncle:

17.) What he’d sing at karaoke

Okay laundry list time

Don’t Stop Believin’-Journey (he would duet with John when they’re both wasted off of their asses)

Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen (horribly but it’s okay we love him)

Blue- Eiffel 65

Jack would convince him to try and sing the Xie Hua Piao Piao Bei Fung Xiao Xiao song

The Sweet Escape- Gwen Stefani (but only the woo hoo yee hoo part somebody else sings the actual song)

Uncle knows he can’t sing so he never tries to sing a song seriously. For him, karaoke is about having as much fun and doing as much weird stuff as possible

Abigail:

1.) Something she’s truly proud of

Herself, easily. Abigail has come so far and has done so well for herself, sometimes she can’t help but smile when she looks around Beecher’s Hope and knows that all of this came from a mix of her and John’s hard work

10.) How she deals with pain

Abigail is a huuuuge romantic, so she definitely seeks comfort in her s/o. If we’re talking emotional pain, she’ll let her walls down, hoping that talking through everything with someone else will help

16.) Her sexuality

Bisexual queen. In fact, every single Marston is bisexual, I cannot see any of them as solely straight/gay

#jack marston #uncle #uncle red dead redemption #abigail roberts #abigail marston #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr 2 #asks #lettie’s mailbox

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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