#this was my favorite part of today’s dd

[attractive-nuisance-esq]

Renfield, frantically mumbling to Seward through a mouthful of bugs, thinking he’s about to meet the gal his doctor bff has a crush on:

[covetyou]

just a taste

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pairing: cuck!Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: daddy kink, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, one single pussy slap, rimming if you squint, pet names (baby, sweetheart), dd/lg vibes, established relationship, mention of original male character. word count: 2.5k summary: Joel helps you clean up a mess.

A/N: This has taken me so long to write beyond the dialogue because it's all been so distracting that I've had to stop myself and go have breaks, but then I come back and write more horny shit for parts I didn't even intend to write. cuck!Joel is something else.

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You're still floating on cloud nine when the bed dips beside you. A kiss is placed to your cheek, the corner of your mouth. You lick your lips - you can still taste him on your tongue.

"Wake up, baby. Daddy's home."

You sigh and stretch, arching your body into a bow as you pull yourself from your doze, the crumpled sheet falling to your waist as you turn to greet Joel. His hair is mussed from running his fingers through it all day, and his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you.

"Hey, baby," he whispers, tugging the sheet further off your body. "Just look at my pretty girl."

"Hi Daddy. I missed you," you breathe, softly kissing him, that lingering taste still on your tongue.

A rough hand smooths your hair back from your face before cascading down your shoulder, over the softness of your breast and down between your legs to cup your damp pussy through your panties.

He traces soft kisses over your shoulder, your collarbone. "You have a good day?" The ghost of his words flutters over your skin, pebbling your nipples before he takes one into his mouth, sucking lightly as you melt into his touch.

You smile and nod lazily at him. You had the best day. "Mhm."

He releases from you with a pop. "You did?" He pushes softly against your mound, cupping you more firmly before rubbing his fingers from side to side across the crotch of your panties.

You wiggle your hips away from him, whining in discomfort.

"What is it? What's wrong," he says, faux concern pulling at his brows.

"My panties are all messy, Daddy," you pout, biting your bottom lip as you look at him through your lashes.

"And why's that, sweetheart?"

He keeps rubbing, his hand moving back and forth now across the damp fabric, smearing any mess into your skin with each movement and forcing you to stifle a moan.

"I don't know."

"Hm, I think we both know why your panties are messy, baby."

He raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for your confession. You bite it back and try to look away, his dark eyes boring holes into your skull, seeing right through you. He taps a finger to your cheek with his other hand, his usual sign for you to look at him. You obey. Of course you do, you always do.

"Did you have a friend over to play today?"

"No," you pout again.

slap

His broad hand claps dully against your clothed pussy, all noise and no sting. Still, it makes you gasp as the buzz shoots through your cunt straight to your sleep addled brain.

"Don't lie to me baby."

"Andrew came over to play."

"And did you play down here?" He tickles his fingers lightly over your entrance through your panties, making you squirm.

"No." This time you can't keep back the smile that pulls across your face as you say it. This was your, and you suspected his, favorite game.

He rolls his eyes at you, dragging his tongue across his teeth. He knew when you were lying and, most of all, he knew when you wanted him to know you were lying.

"Let's have a look then shall we."

He peels your sticky panties from your slick pussy, pulling them down to your knees. He looks at your glistening cunt, then to you. He's clearly unimpressed. "Think I'm gonna need a better look."

Rough hands smooth down your soft thighs, meeting at their apex and digging his fingers lightly into your flesh. Large thumbs slide up the side of your pussy and pull you open, exposing you to his gaze. The action makes you clench, pushing a trickle of milky white out from your hole and down the valley of your ass, staining Joel's bed below.

"Baby," he says, a warning tone in his voice. "I think you've been lying to me."

He traces another trickle with his finger, catching it before it can drop down to his sheets. He inspects it, before putting it in his mouth to taste. He doesn't even bother to hide his moan as he suckles on his own finger.

"I think we both know why your pussy is messy, baby. You and Andrew played with each other down here, didn't you?" He slides one thick finger all the way into you with ease and you gasp.

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm not mad at you, baby," he says as he begins to pump his digit in and out of you, coating his finger in the clear slick if your pussy and the creamy white of your playmates spend. "I just don't like you lying to me."

His finger hooks up into you, making you moan and curl your toes, back arching from the bed.

"You have fun with Andrew?" he mutters, smiling softly, a fondness in his eyes kept only for you as he strokes your thighs.

"Mhm."

"He make you come?"

You giggle at the memory of the many times Andrew had made you come that day. "Yes Daddy."

He shakes his head at you, trying, and failing, to hide a grin by biting the inside of his cheek. This was definitely his favorite game.

"He came too, huh? Right in here?" He pushes his finger into you as deep as he can, curling it upward to hit a spot that makes you groan.

He pulls his finger out without warning, watching your hole flutter in his absence, cum coating his finger and dripping out of you once again.

"I know. There's so much in here baby, he made a real mess o' you. Lemme get this pussy cleaned up." For anyone else, this might have meant grabbing a wet wash cloth or hopping in the shower. But not for Joel. Instead, he slides his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean, and pulls your ruined panties off the rest of the way, using both hands to push your thighs wide as he leans down to lick a thick stripe through your swollen folds.

You squirm, jerking your hips from his grip. "Mnnngh, it's sensitive," you whine.

"Do you want Daddy to stop?" he says, nipping and licking at your inner thighs. Andrew's cum had spilled from you and smeared on them earlier, drying and making them sticky before you'd slipped your panties back on to keep in the rest. Joel doesn't mind, he never does, and he continues to nibble at your skin, tasting the combined release of you and another man.

You look down at him and pout. Of course you didn't want him to stop, his tongue on your pussy was the best feeling in the world, even when it made you twitch.

"Didn't think so, baby. You always want your Daddy, don't you?"

"Always, Daddy," you sigh, practically melt into the bed at his words. Even when you were being filled by someone else, you could never stop thinking about Joel - how much he would love to be there, watching you, listening to your moans, tasting you.

"I'll be gentle," he croons, stroking your thighs with his rough finger tips. "She's so sensitive, huh?"

He keeps his word, going back to lapping at you softly, small licks all over your pussy, suckling at the skin, cleaning you of the evidence of your earlier activities. He presses soft kisses back to your clit, before holding you open, pulling back your hood and lapping directly at your over sensitive nub.

"Keep still for Daddy."

It is impossible to keep still.

"Oh, fu-Daddy," you moan, reaching down to grab at his shaggy mess of hair between your legs. He looks blissful, his eyes almost closed as his mouth engulfs your clit. His tongue laps at it in broad strokes, desperate to bring you to orgasm and force more cum from your tender hole.

You were so oversensitive, so tender, that when he brings a finger back to circle the outer rim of your pussy, you can already feel your release barrelling into you. You whine, high pitched as you come, a feeble little thing in the grand scheme of things, hips gyrating uncontrollably into his face as you tug on his hair.

"Ohhhh."

Joel wastes no time unlatching from your clit and plunging his tongue into your twitching hole. He swallows heavily after each deep lick, swallowing down Andrew's cum as some of the remnants pulse out of you. His tongue teases down beyond your hole, to the crevasse of your ass, flicking over your asshole briefly to collect any drops from earlier as he teases a finger back into your cunt, dragging gently at your walls to pull more cum from you before sucking it off of his finger. He repeats the action, groaning with each taste of another mans cum off of himself.

"Open up," he says, sticking his finger deep in you and dragging it around your walls to collect as much of your slick as he can. You do as he says, letting your jaw fall open as you stick out your tongue, eager to add to the taste still held in your mouth. "Good girl. If you make a mess you gotta help clean it up."

You watch dumbly as he pulls the finger from your dripping cunt and sits up to reach and slide it between your lips. You suckle on the digit, swirling your tongue around it to taste the salty tang of your used pussy. When he removes his finger his mouth quickly finds yours, tongue lapping at your own. You can taste the same salty sweet flavor on his lips, and you reach up to hold him, pulling him into you. You feel the painfully hard bulge in his jeans grind against your thigh.

"Such a good girl," he says into your mouth, biting at your bottom lip before entwining his tongue with yours. "He got your mouth all messy too, huh?" he says, and you nod in response, nose dragging up and down the side of his nose with the movement. "I can taste it."

He's shifting back from you then, pressing your body delicately, but firmly, away from himself. You try to protest as he pushes you down into the soft embrace of his bed, but he's soon slipping back down your body and between your legs, sliding two thick fingers through your folds and into your cunt. He slips them into you with ease, pumping slow and deep as he mouths all over your tender flesh, sucking your labia into his mouth and swirling his tongue over your clit with well practiced movements.

You convulse and twitch, bearing down on his fingers as pressure builds in you once more. You clench your muscles, wanting to grip his fingers and draw him into you, but the pulsing of your cunt does nothing but push more of your playmates creamy spend from your hole and into Joel's eager mouth. He keeps slurping at you, tongue plunging into your hole with his fingers to drink down every last drop that leaks out of you.

"Oh, fuck."

He yanks his jeans down, his thick cock painfully hard from being trapped in his jeans for so long. He's been thinking about this all day, sporting a semi for most of the afternoon as he dreamed of devouring another man's cum out of your pussy. He's so fucking close he can't help himself, and he grabs his cock as soon as it's free. He jerks himself frantically as he sloppily eats your pussy, hips rutting into his own fist and tongue desperately seeking out the creamy taste of your hole as it twitches.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he mumbles into your cunt, squeezing his eyes closed, staving off his orgasm as long as he can. You feel his hot breath fan across your exposed pussy as he pants, groaning as he tastes you and moves his fist harder and harder, tighter and tighter up and down his length. You wish it was closer, you wish you could taste him, have his cum flood your mouth and erase the taste of anyone else from your tongue. You could ask for it, beg him, but his face buried in your your sensitive swollen folds is so much that the oversensitivity makes words impossible. All you can do is whine and moan, pushing your hips into his face, grinding into him as you babble the only word your brain can muster.

"Daddy, d-daddy, daaa- fu- daddy!"

You come again, legs clamping hard around his head, pulling him into you tighter when all you want to do is push him away, as sensitive as you are. He's surrounded by you, he probably can't breath, but his tongue doesn't relent and neither does his fist. You try to tug him off of you, hands pulling on his hair as you sob, but it does nothing but spur him on, nose pushing hard into you as he breathes deep one last time before his jaw goes slack and he releases a deep groan directly into your pussy, his cock throbbing in his hand. He comes long and hard, spurts of thick white cum coating his fist and the bed sheets as he comes all over himself and the bedsheets.

You go limp, thighs falling open and hand slipping from his hair, flopping uselessly down between your own legs as you gaze off into space, small whimpers still falling from your lips.

He rests his forehead on your mound, breathing deeply as he comes down from his own high. He places one last gentle kiss to your clit before placing his broad hand over you, rubbing gently, possessively.

"S'all clean now," he mumbles into you and you moan in agreement, even if you feel like more of a mess than when he started.

Joel stretches back, rolling from between your thighs to lay on his back, pulling you toward him as he goes. You curl into him, not bothering to avoid mess of his cum splattered on the sheets. The bed always needed changing after a playdate with Andrew anyway, a little more mess wouldn't hurt.

You card your fingers through his hair as his breath finally starts to steady. He takes a deep breath and shifts, his cock hanging limply against his belly now. This was your favorite thing in the world - curled up in a messy bed with Joel, both of you spent and satisfied.

"Saw Andrew as he was leaving. Told me you came six times today, baby, a new record," he finally says, looking up at you and pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

You laugh, smiling as your mouth finds his. "I lost count after three."

"Mm," he sighs as you place gentle pecks all over his lips. "You'll have to thank him extra hard next time."

"I will, Daddy. Then I'll tell you all about it."

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[suguru-getos]

Not sure if your requests are open or not, but if they are would you pretty please write a yandere Gojo who's darling is upset because he left her alone on her birthday to go "play" with his new best friend Geto instead? Like, he legit forgot it was anyone's birthday at all? But his darling tries to be sweet and understanding even though she's deeply hurt by him suddenly neglectjbg her so much? Pretty please and thank you. 😘🙏

Heyy!! I don’t take requests but I really like this prompt. Thanks for sending 🙇🏻‍♀️🩵 to be very honest Yandere Gojo would never forget his darling’s birthday. :DD Even normal Toru chan wouldn’t. ;))

Warnings: Toxic Toru :(( // Reader doesn’t really love love him but is in a major Stockholm Syndrome typa-thang. Forced fluff, implied sexual thingys.

You sighed, it’s been long past twelve and out of all the people who have wished you yet, Satoru isn’t one of them. It hurts because he could have gotten super mad and punished you for forgetting his birthday. Coming up with excuses thar you forgot the one person’s special day who should be meaning the most to you. A shiver runs through your spine to imagine the extent of his rage if that were to happen. Is it because you’re powerless compared to him? Is that why he doesn’t care about you? Why else would he go around Geto Suguru and not you.

Satoru comes back around 2 am, a little tipsy but you know he’s a lightweight so he must’ve not drunk much. He watches your tired eyes draping his form and raises a brow. “Aww, how cute? My Princess stayed up for me? You wanted to sleep with me that bad sweetheart?” Your lip quivered at his familiar, patronizing tone. It was your birthday. Your birthday! God damn it!

You looked down, trying to form the right words. “Toru, s’ my birthday today. I waited for your wish.”

It’s like he’s been anchored by the feet at rock bottom sea. He can’t breathe — surely he must not — oh fuck! He did. He forgot his sweet princess’ birthday… shit! “Oh- oh no- I’m so sorry! Oh no-” his beefy arms are quick to wrap around you, hugging you snug against his chest. “Please baby, m’ sorry. You never make a biggie out of it so I forgot.” He pouted, kissing your forehead and stealing apologetic kisses. You gnaw at your lip and looked down. “It’s okay, Toru.” Oh he knows it’s not okay.

Part of him dreads that you’d leave him & he doesn’t want to, but he’s close to acting out. “Are you going to leave me because of it, Cupcake?” He asks tenderly, though you know better & you’ve learnt better. “N-no! Of course not Toru. I’d never leave you.” You shake your head no like a trained bobblehead. Satoru takes a sigh, six-eyes trying to find out any hidden intents behind your words.

He sighed with defeat, “Pretty girl, I know, that was so careless and bad of me. Really bad. Let me make it up to you? I’d let you meet your friends!” He chirped. To live under Gojo Satoru means to live under his wing & his wing alone. He couldn’t care less if you’re lonely. All the more reason to ensure that your world revolves around him, no?

“Come here.” He craddles you against his lap, kissing your knuckles, your chin, your forehead, leaning in and kissing your clothed breasts. With Satoru, you’d never know how things might turn sexual. You do resist this time though, you don’t have the emotional capacity to endure this & be treated like a toy.

“I’m sorry Toru, can’t.” You leaned away with a subtle flinch. His brows furrow at the rejection but he knows he’s fucked up. “Alright Baby girl. I wouldn’t. Ssh~ let me make it up.” His phone comes out & he orders a cake — of course he would know your favorite flavor by now. He grins wide. “Thank god it’s still night ~ Tomorrow, I’m going to make sure you forget my fuck up! I promise!” He sounds so determined it helps you to feel less shitty. However the neglect still seeps through. Maybe because you’ve been living with him that he’s taking you for granted.

A snap of fingers shoves your trail of thoughts astray. “Ssh~ eyes here, mind here.” Satoru cooes, cupping your face and leaning his forehead against yours. “You know I love you, right? To the point of insanity.” It’s when he starts to get serious that makes you uncomfortable. You squirm a little at his words, nodding meekly.

“Then stop thinking wild thoughts or Toru has to be mean to your meanie thoughts & you wouldn’t like it.” He says it in such a delirious baby-talking way it makes you choke out on any thoughts whatsoever anyway. “Y-yeah..”

You know Satoru will make a big deal out of your birthday tomorrow. Might as well enjoy, even if it’s forced.

[factual-fantasy]

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@autistic-human

Not sure where that is, but nope. My artwork is only on this blog. If you find it anywhere else? It's stolen. If someone says they got my permission? They a fat liar. ☝️

@yourstrulylightstar283 (Referencing this post)

Thank you so much!! :DDD

@storylover2

Thank you so much!! And yeah, it's pretty scary-- XDD

And ooo! I'll have to check it out sometime! :DD

Also thank you, not much improvement overall but today hasn't been so bad <:}

@minnesotamedic186 (post in question)

Thank you! :DD It is from crying, but it's not the usual eye redness that comes from crying-

I was thinking that if Grimace is sad, angry, straining, stressed, using his ghostly powers- basically anything negative or tiring- his eyes will turn that iconic Gengar red.

And normal eyes would stay pretty red even after you stop crying. But if something really funny happened that cheered him up unexpectedly? His eyes would quickly go completely white again.

It's not canon to actual Gengars of course XD he just looks so somft and friendly with big white eyes 🥺💞

@yakoig

Bold of you to assume I can't function as a puddle-

I'll just create an arm out of the goop and keep drawing XD

I do like SMG4! Though there aren't any ships that I like/support.. ships just aren't my thing <:/

Yeah.. I've got you guys 🥹🥹

@octonoutsmylifeee

:DDDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}} 💞💖💞

@ripchaos69

Thank you! XD Today is going smoothly so far. I hope your day is going well too! :}

Yeah! :DD I've been thinking about buying it! :00

And I do have journal 3! Though I haven't looked through it for a long time so I can't remember my favorite part.. :(

[mrsshabana]

Hi uhm I'm very new here in this fandom and so far Gyutaro is my favorite one, I really like his story and his relationship with his sister, his design is also so sick too

And that got me thinking what if Gyutaro is with a reader or met a reader with vitiligo or with the same birthmark as him

Also I hope you're going great today :DD

𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬

Gyutaro would be shocked. He's never seen someone like him before so he'd be at a loss for words.

Typically he doesn't give humans a chance, he just kills them without any regard for their life. But with you it's different.

It'd depend on the scenario in which he met you, but let's assume he was stalking you as potential prey. But when he saw those marks on your face that reminded him so much of his own, he'd stare at you in awe.

He'd keep to the shadows and follow you home. But he'd never make his presence known.

He feels a strange feeling in his chest when he looks at you. Something he hasn't felt in a very long time. Could it be empathy?

The feeling gets stronger when he sees how other humans treat you. They treat you exactly how they treated him, like there is something wrong with you. But he knows the truth.

He knows that your marks don't define you and that you have feelings just like everyone else. Because he's been through it himself.

One day, he'll get tired of it all. He's going to swoop down and eviscerate the humans that are bullying you. At first you'll be terrified, but when he turns around and you see his face you'll begin to understand. He's like you and he has no intent on harming you.

He looks down at your crying form on the ground, thinking you look pathetic. He knows how you feel and he wants to help you.

He's going to offer to turn you into a demon. The choice is yours, but he hopes you will agree. If you harbor the same resentment that he does, he knows you'll become a fine demon.

But even if you decline, he will respect your decision - though he may not understand it. Either way, whether you say yes or no, Gyutaro will be a part of your life from now on.

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - DD - May 8th

That’s right, I’m deciding to give my thoughts a cheesy name because why not (also it’s late oops).

So this may be one of my favorite entires of the entire book. My first go-around it was for the mirror-yeet scene (because that’s iconic) and Dracula being The Housekeeper of all timeTM, but now it’s also one of my favorites because of how much we learn about Jonathan.

They say you learn the most about a person when they’re in crisis mode, and while I don’t always think that’s true, Stoker definitely wanted to let Jonathan’s personality shine through here.

From the first passage, he’s literally guessed that Dracula is undead. “I fear I am the only living soul here.” Sure, he might mean that he’s the only present soul, if Dracula’s left the building, but since he describes the mirror yeeting scene right after…idk, I’d like to think he knows way more than we ever gave him credit for. “Clueless Jonathan” who? Is the clueless in the room with us?

Also going back to the first sentence where he describes worrying he was getting too wordy, but now being glad he did…oof. I feel for him here. If my theory is correct that he was initially writing in a more detailed way for Mina so he could remember his travels for later…I’m sure it’s hitting him now that while it may be saving his life that he’s more detailed, it’s so twisted that something he did as a note of affection has soured. I wonder if he’s thinking about how he may never get out of this, or if that hasn’t fully hit him yet.

Moving on to everyone’s favorite mirror-yeet scene, think about how Jonathan reacts when he’s caught off guard by Dracula because he didn’t see his reflection. How would most protagonists react? Probably laugh nervously and brush it off. Attribute it to some mistake on his part, which is exactly what Jonathan does *at first*. But after, he looks at Dracula and then looks back at the mirror to confirm his suspicions are correct, which they are. It’s an interesting moment and not one I think we see often at the beginning of a horror story (I don’t consume much horror though, so correct me if I’m wrong!). Usually, a character won’t get to this level of observation until towards the middle/end, when more supernatural elements have occurred. Jonathan may have second guessed his instincts, but checking them again is what makes him more likely to survive Castle Dracula.

Plus, when Dracula makes a move to attack him, his first instinct is to dodge the attack, showing that he’s not just going to freeze up at the first sign of trouble (which I want to emphasize isn’t a problem normally, but he is dealing with a thousands-of-years-old vampire…so, he has to be quick on his feet to survive).

Afterwards, he says he is annoyed at losing his mirror rather than disturbed, but I saw another post saying he’s repressing his panic as annoying (I’ll link it if I find it again) and I definitely think that’s true!! I can totally see that as his coping mechanism. Plus, compared to the rest of what happens for him today, it really is more of an annoyance than anything else. Would you rather your host throw away your mirror or lock you in a castle?

So after that horrific scene of terror, Jonathan is proactive in searching the castle. After finding a beautiful — but slightly horrifying landscape (you know it’s bad when he doesn’t stop to describe the view) — he decides to explore further, which leads him to figure out almost every other door is locked, including the front one to find, yep you guessed it…he’s a prisoner in the castle.

As I imagine most people would, at first he reacts by frantically running around trying to open locked doors like “a rat does in a trap.” The fact that he admits this in his diary (and, by extension to Mina/us) is admirable because it already shows he’s not afraid to be open about his emotions, even if it makes him look weak (which — unfortunately, he would, considering the time period). Most heroes of this period were expected to accept their fates with stoic determination, but that’s not human and that’s not how Jonathan is, either. We’ve already seen that he’s more open-minded than most English men by accepting the crucifix even if he doesn’t understand it and of course the way he shows his love for Mina is atypical for Victorian men as well. Most men wouldn’t go to the trouble of writing down descriptive notes just to recount it for the benefit of his fiancée later. It’s sad, but true.

Once he’s able to regulate himself a bit, it’s time for thinking and strategy, determining that he needs all of his wits to get through this! Once he sees that the Count does the cooking AND the cleaning, though, is when my love for Jonathan reaches an all-time high. He comes to a series of conclusions most protagonists don’t figure out until the end of a novel after way more obvious clues have been laid out for him and it’s only his 3rd day of being in the castle!! They go as follows:

A) Dracula = servants

B) Dracula = driver

C) Dracula = control wolves

D) Villager’s concern/gifts = this is worse than I thought

E) Crucifix = actual help?

F) Get Dracula to talk about himself (not hard) = find more information, but not in an obvious way

I also love that he questions his own biases about the crucifix he was given!!!! When else do you see an Englishman do that in the 1890s of his own volition (aka without someone snarkily telling him to - see BBC’s Dracula if you want an example). I certainly haven’t!

He also noticed that Drac talked about his “ancestors” as if he had been present for their battles (hmm wonder why that is). Hasn’t quite figured it out yet, but there’s evidence that he doesn’t write something down as a fact until he knows it is a fact, so perhaps we’ll see him write more on this later.

Final thought - his reference to Arabian Nights and Hamlet is significant and tragic, but also relatable. I too like to relate my life to my favorite blorbos, Jonathan!

All in all, we learned that Jonathan is very good in a crisis. He’s not stoic like most protagonists of his time period, but he is instead strategic and observant, willing to play the part of oblivious to keep himself alive another day and keep Dracula’s trust. This is likely what’s keeping him alive right now, as an aggressive approach would get him killed. Dracula is all about playing with his prey and keeping the illusion of benevolent host and willing guest — it’s a game of control for him. Breaking this game would mean it’s no fun and no fun would mean Jonathan is no longer needed….

While I know how this story goes, I’m as excited as first time readers to see how Jonathan plays what is, essentially, 4D chess with Dracula!

[honeytama]

True love.

Matthew C. Honeycutt X Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry I ended it a bit early, things were getting out of hand. <3

Content and Warnings: Read at your own discretion, SMUT 18+ only, established relationship, use of daddy (not dd/lg), anal, switching holes (raw, oh god please don't do this), piss kink

Summary: “You know when you have a girlfriend? You really like each other for a while, things are great, and then you just get bored? But then, something will happen and you’re like, God, I love you.”

“Yeah, you try anal.”

Word Count: 1.1k

In just a few minutes, your long-term boyfriend, Matt, would be coming through the door of your shared apartment after having toured with his band for a month.

You two would FaceTime and text while he was away, but sometimes you two could never get around to giving each other your full attention. He seemed to feel bored as you two talked on the phone and you felt the same, shamefully.

However, you pushed yourself to do your hair, makeup and put on a little slutty outfit to hopefully interest him again. You just wanted your sexy, attentive, and romantic relationship back. You hoped he wanted the same.

Your heart pounds as you hear the clink of his keys on the door knob. He opens the door and you melt at the sight of your lover, but he seems exhausted with his duffle bag weighing down his right shoulder. 

You take a calming breath before stepping toward him, “Matt, my love, welcome home!”

“Hey,” he turns to you and his eyes widen, taking in the sight of you. “Hey, my beautiful.” He smirks and his gaze noticeably falls directly to your exposed chest. The halter top you're wearing shows off one of his favorite parts of you.

You brush the strap of his duffle off his shoulder and allow it to thud onto the hardwood flooring below. He’s enamored with you as you pull his waist to embrace him in a feverish kiss to his plush lips. 

His and your lips move together with a rush of heat. You continue, despite him trying to pull away after a minute, by testing the waters with your tongue. To your pleasure, his lips part your tongues intertwine as his hands explore your body eagerly. Soft sighs and whispered names filled the space between gasps. And then, he pulls away successfully. 

“Don’t get my dick hard just yet, honey. The drive home was too fucking long; I have to piss so bad.” His dominant hand comes to grip his groin mindlessly. “I better see your ass on the fucking bed with your legs spread open for me by the time I’m done.”

Fuck, you found that hot. You had always thought about trying new things with your boyfriend, and today would be perfect to try something out. As long as you could be brave enough.

You place your hands on his chest. One of your palms drags down his abdomen to the front of his pants; he grunts as your hand clutches his junk.

“Does it hurt, baby?” You whimper teasingly. You massage his clothed shaft while making direct eye contact with your boyfriend. 

“You’re making it– worse,” his breathing hitches as you squeeze his balls over his clothing.

“If you need to go, just do it,” you say with a tilt of your head. You smile up at him as you make your way onto your knees onto the hardwood. Both of your hands caress the length of his body as you make your way down until they're just resting on his thighs as you wait patiently.

“Baby, what are you— god, damn,” your actions interrupt his thoughts as you pull both sides of your halter top to the side, exposing your breasts fully to him. “Sweet thing, I need to go. I promise I’ll be back soon and I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”

“Do it. Here.” You lift your chin and caress above your breasts in wanting.

“Here?” He questions you, but the look in his eyes means he’s hoping you're giving him consent to defile you.

“Piss on me. Mark me. Please,” you beg of him while on your knees.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he grins widely as he hungrily undoes his pants and pulls the front of his briefs down to unleash his weeping cock. The tip of it is deep reddish-pink with the yearning to be relieved.

He grips his shaft and points himself directly where you want him. You hear him groan and the sensation of warm liquid splashing and trickling down your breasts and abdomen greets you.

“So good,” he moans. “What other crazy ideas do you have in the pretty little head of yours?”

You smile up at him, proud of yourself. Your hands explore your breasts which are now slick with his relief. “You’ve always wanted to try anal, right?”

“Oh, fuck,” he hisses. Something takes over him, and suddenly he’s flipping you over on your hands and knees on the floor. “What’s gotten into you, sweet thing?”

“I just missed you, daddy,” you whimper.

He groans in your ear behind you, “You want me to destroy both of your holes? You know I’ve missed my girl so fucking,” he rips your bottoms and underwear off, “much.”

“Mhm, yes,” you repeat pleadingly. “But, you still have all of your clothes on. No fair.”

“You’ve gone and done this to yourself, baby,” Matt grunts as he leaves you on the floor to retrieve the lube from the nightstand in your shared bedroom.

He returns to you, still fully clothed, pumping his cock with a familiar clicking sound that came from your favorite lube. He takes his place behind you and smacks his cock on your clenched, tight hole.

“You ready?”

“Mhm,” you whimper with your face’s cheek pressed against the hardwood.

You feel his tip prod your entrance and he slowly presses in. 

“Matt,” you hiss. Your eyebrows furrow and you focus on relaxing every muscle in your body.

Once your winces turn into moans, he inches deeper and deeper until he’s bottomed out. You feel unbelievably full. 

“Such a good girl for taking me so well,” he pumps into you with selflessness. He praises you with every time your ass cheeks touch his hips. 

He uses a free hand to reach underneath you to your sopping cunt. 

“You’re soaked, my sweet thing,” he announces, but you knew. You felt that your wetness was just dripping out of you onto the floor, mixing with his piss beneath you both. With that, he exits your ass and slides himself easily between the lips he’s so familiar with.

“All mine,” he gloats.

“Yes, I’m all yours,” you moan.

[jovenshires]

endless au edits: smosh theatre's seasonal lineup (2/4)

keeping up with the run of smosh classics, smosh's second production of the year will be a rendition of little shop of horrors in the spring, directed by the other esteemed smosh co-founder, ian hecox. as per usual, any hecox production is certain to be a delicious twist of comedy and tragedy, and this show fits that descriptor to the t. packed to the brim with bright and colorful costumes, elaborate props, and punchy dark humor, little shop makes perfect sense for a director well-known for finding the bright spots in the darkness (and vice versa). with his trusty stage manager sidekick and previous fellow director, spencer agnew, by his side, hecox is sure to make this musical a hit. as for the cast, fans will be delighted to see smosh's resident powerhouse courtney miller as audrey, a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold. miller is not only a vocal and theatrical legend, but also both nonbinary and queer, something they noted that they hope to bring to the role of audrey. miller shared the news on twitter earlier today, saying, "i cannot wait to bring to you this fantastic person i've gotten to know over these past few months. i've put a little piece of myself into her, and i just want you all to know this is our best, gayest show to date." smosh certainly leaned into this idea by making her leading man fellow queer actor and fan-favorite funnyman, tommy bowe. bowe has been with smosh for seven years now; over that time, he's gone from lighting director to bit-part actor to, finally, leading man. this will be the first smosh show bowe's ever taken the lead on, and as i know firsthand from working with him on several other theater productions, no one deserves it more. bowe also shared the news to his social media today, saying on his instagram that this is "a dream come true." we previously saw bowe and miller side-by-side in last year's production of les miserables as thenardier and madame thenardier respectively. as you may recall from my review, the two than proved that they have electrically fun chemistry and excellent comedic prowess, which is extremely promising for this production. i, for one, couldn't be happier for them, and i cannot wait to see how queer this show can really get. other than the two incredible leads, this may be one of the most interesting and unique casts smosh has ever assembled. starring in his first feature role at smosh is trevor evarts as orin scrivello, dds, audrey's controlling, masochistic boyfriend. known for his previous (and part-time continuing) work at the mythic playhouse, evarts is a mangenue on the rise to stardom, and this show is the perfect launchpad for his career. in an interview posted today with theater weekly, evarts said that he was "so excited to join the cast," stating boldly that, in his opinion, "smosh is the future of theater." as trevor's talent is so evidently rooted in his quick-witted, raunchy comedy, there is no doubt in my mind that evarts will make the perfect killer dentist. you know how the saying goes, though; something old, something new. thus, it should be no surprise that we will see two returning faces to the smosh stage, specifically mari takahashi (audrey ii) and joshua ovenshire (mr. mushnik). after nearly four years of absence, the two original cast members are returning for a much-anticipated reunion with the smosh crew. since their original leave, takahashi and ovenshire have worked together on several minor productions, as well as beginning their own podcast. today's episode confirmed that they would be making their re-debut on the smosh stage, discussing why they left and, more importantly, why they're coming back. as an actor, takahashi is known for her rich singing voice and commanding presence on stage, while ovenshire's specialty lies in physical humor and over-exaggerated personas. i can't think of better additions to this cast - although it will certainly be interesting to see how well the old blood blends with the new...

[randomfoggytiger]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary

Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza

Today, I'm thanking The X-Files community for bringing me across a wonderful show-- its amazing cast and writers and fans-- and inspiring me to get back on my own creative hobbyhorse.

My Thanks

Being a part of a collective who want to celebrate this show and others' creative endeavors with heartfelt good wishes has been exciting, fun... and humbling.

My special thanks to the many people who welcomed me with open arms and contribute to this space, even if it's "simply" (but it's never just anything, is it?) answering asks or reblogging or even liking a random post that passed from one blog to another.

There are too many to list, so I'll just chat about my most remembered moments:

@baronessblixen, for being so kind and encouraging that you drew me out of the anon shadows; for liking what I create; for giving me a logical mind to bounce my ideas off of in asks; and for inadvertently teaching me the joy of appreciating animal videos (and convincing me, along with Vavie, to watch Return to Me.)

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, for our cherished Duchovny talks; for your heart and your amazingly detailed dedication; for your artbook that I prize dearly; and for your warmth and good humor.

@suitablyaggrieved, for your spectacular and refreshing meta takes; for persevering in your creative works and this fandom; and for sharing the progress pics of your beautiful X-Files themed sweater.

@welsharcher, for being my mini Kermit-loving pool noodle~ (I love brightening your day as much as your messages brighten mine); for your gifs and posts that make my heart soar; and for our shared, priceless sense of humor.

@agent-troi, for being a solidly intelligent third party to the Pre-S1 Mulder Singleton Club; for your hilarious hashtags and great insights; and for your amazing fic output.

@mondfuchs/@annablume, for swapping XF fic recs in my early Tumblr days; and for making my year by drawing my little boopy-tongued tiger in Mulder's arms to celebrate our collective birthday (post here. Still makes me sappy thinking about it~.)

@amplifyme, for returning to Tumblr and giving me a chance to meet you; for sharing your excellent BATB series (in general and Nan Dibble in particular); and for sharing your thoughts as you slowly peel back the psyche of Vincent and the worlds Above and Below.

@demon-fetal-harvest, for being one of the first to die over my Scully Les Miserables amv (it's one of my favorites I love to rewatch; and I think of you every time I do); and for your hilarious reblogs and even more hilarious tags.

@xxsksxxx and @two-microscopes for being the first to reblog and like during a rough time. I'll cherish that moment forever~.

@medicaldoctordana, for being cool and creative and driven; and for hating the mainstream MBTI system as much as I do (and for your philosophy recs-- will get around to them someday.)

@ibringyouasong89, for being my fellow warrior in the trenches. We're new of acquaintance, but I think this will be a beauuuuuuuuuutiful friendship~. ;))))

@writingwell, @enigmaticdrblockhead, and @perpetually-weirdening, @spidey-is-tired, @cyb3rpeach, @scullys-scalpel, @frogsmulder, @teenie-xf, @dreamingofscully, @freckleslikestars, @cecilysass, @slippinmickeys, @gabby-msr, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @television-overload, @pianogirlxf @mollybecameanengineer, and @settle-down-frohike for being mutually supportive and welcoming. The world is both large and small; and I'm glad my path was able to intersect with yours.

And thank you to the silent-but-always-theres who take the time to drop in and give my posts the time of day~: @samucabd, @sonictacocat, @kiivitaja, @freckleslikestars, @nimlurks, @redteekal, @mindibindi, @marinas5099, @chavisory, @sizzlingempathspybat, @enigmaticxbee, @inflappible, @metamayou, @invidiosa, @txcb1013, @dytttt, @borogirl, @agentbluefox, @agentwhalesong, and ALL OF YOU. I can't tag anymore because Tumblr is tapping me out; but I include you-- yes, you-- in this as well.

My Projects

While The X-Files turned 30, my fandom experience turned (a little over) a year old! Wow, time does fly when you're... speed typing out multiple essays worth of fic rec lists, meta analyses, and personality typing posts (or even wrangling a video editor, compressor, and uncooperative Tumblr site to upload an amv.)

My full list of accomplishments can be found here; but these are a few highlights that were standouts to me personally:

My First Fic

randomfoggytiger’s Son of Egypt (Prince of Egypt twist on television-overload's what if: Samantha adopted and raised William.)

Fic Rec Lists

Meet the Mulders

Creepy and Cozy Cabins  

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing 

Car Wrekt 

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I) 

Poll Results Fic: 1st Place- Scully Injured but In-Charge

Poll Results Fic: 2nd Place- Cleaning Out the Vineyard House

Poll Results Fic: 3rd Place-- Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Analysis Posts

Arcadia Analysis: Scully Was Enjoying Herself Immensely 

Never Again: An Intensive Essay (and its paired twin: Never Again and Fear)

One Son: An Intense, One-Shot Analysis of “You’re Making This Personal”  

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

S5 Is a Pretty Dark Time for Mulder

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VII): Mulder, Maggie, Melissa, and the Snake

Mulder Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn? 

Scully Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Mulder and Dreams

Milagro In-Depth (Part II): Loneliness Is a Choice and Lamps Go Dark

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth: Full Analysis

Scully Is the Conduit Conductor and Mulder Is the Dancer

How Scully Taught Mulder to Hug

Mulder and Dreams

CSM Inflicted Insanity On the Syndicate

Fire and False Romance, Ice and Love

All IVF Roads Lead Away from The Unnatural and to Millennium 

Jungian Personality Typing Posts

{{Extraction: Proving Mulder Is an INTP, Not an INFJ/INFP}} 

SCULLY, The Enigmatic ISTJ

XF Fanvids/AMVs

Les Miserables AMV: Scully's Solo

The Muppets AMV: Drivin’ Right Along

Fiddler on the Roof AMV: Mulder and Samantha

Bonus Content (Fandom Adjacent)--

React: "Return to Me" from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs

Personality Typing: Return to Me

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY, XF!

And cheers to all~!

Enjoy!

[taiigaatea]

hi ok shorter post today because TECHNICALLY i dont have to post for at least another month but whatever

ive been getting back into vocaloid/pjsk recently and it is ENTIRELY because of the edluca world is mine animatic (its SO GOOD genuinely one of my favorite videos ever) but i was like. "Huh what if. the romeo and cinderella cover was edgar valden" AND THEN I COULDNT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD UNTIL I DREW IT LAST NIGHT!!! it was so fun though especially since i dont usually put this much detail in my art!!!! yayyayay i might make more album covers as edgar/other characters and ships but idk

fine ill add a bonus sketch but im not getting it in a nice pretty png its just gonna be the screenshot

ive been working on this for like almost a month now but i doubt ill ever finish it,,, it started as a sketch then when i started lining it i decided to add more (this is only one part of what i had planned) and then got bored #lol (i have like 10 hours on this one) i thought id post what i have rn because i am proud of the luca (this wasthe first time i drew him since that one post back in june)

WHY IS SIMS 4 MODDING SO ANNOYING. WHY IS GIMP THE WORST PROGRAM TO EXIST. i wanted to do something simple and oops! ive spent like 3 hours doing something and im not even CLOSE to being halfway done and i dont even understand any of the gimp controls???????? fuck dds files fuck it all im done

[theworldoffostering]

So much snow. And cold. And sadness.

It’s NB’s birthday this week. He will be FIVE! Can we please take a moment to reflect on his birth? His mom called me at 5am and told me she was in the ER at a hospital nearly an hour away from me, asking me to come meet her. I did. Upon arrival, the OBGYN came into the room and said she was going to have the baby now and gave me a gown so I could head back into the OR and watch the c-section. Never in my life did I imagine that would be how I was spending my morning/day. NB was born and I sat with him until the ambulance came to transfer him to a larger hospital with a NICU. NB was about six weeks early, and born addicted, but was mostly a feeder and grower. His NICU experience was fairly bland except it happened 71 miles away from us during the polar vortex. We commuted daily and spent many nights there despite DH and I both working full-time.

NB was born the day before Ms. 6’s adoption. I sent her an email today asking if she was ready to talk. I don’t think she is, but wanted to put the ball into her court and let her know that we were. She’s requesting contact with NB, but no one else, and we have refused. It’s so weird to me. In her biological home, Ms. 6 was very much the favorite, and Ms. 6 now has made NB her favorite, and frankly that is a major benefit of her no longer being here—we no longer have to choose to manage that dynamic. But I’m also still sad over all of the loss. (For sure I am also relieved.) It’s confusing and complicated.

DH’s family situation continues to be challenging. His sister’s situation is worse than we had initially known, and his mom’s cancer is potentially back. She’ll find out for sure this week. How do you handle death of a parent when the parent hates you and is actively trying to destroy your marriage? I feel bad for DH, and also clueless as to how to make anything easier/better in this situation.

I also saw DD last week. She came over to pick up some Christmas gifts that my mom had sent for her. About 90% of what she said during her visit were straight up lies. I’m sad, frustrated, disappointed. Is this part of the disease, or is this just who she is?

I don’t know you guys, I am sort of just asking myself, “What is the point?” Like what was the point of doing all of the work to get Ms. 6? We are completely isolated in our own community due to it, and she has rained down so much pain and trauma on our family/other kids. What was the point? She got out of a residential setting, was safe here, experienced life, went on vacations, and acquired the skills to graduate high school (she’s done—she just finished in December). Was that the point? Is that enough to justify all of the harm done to the people left standing?

DD left an orphanage in Eastern Europe, and I think it probably (not trying to be dramatic) saved her life. As a person with cerebral palsy, I’m not sure how many years she would have made it in the orphanage, and aging out would probably mean being on the streets. It was such a miracle that she got out of Eastern Europe when she did (truly), that I always felt like she was destined for great things. And by great, I mean typical adulting like having a job, being in a stable relationship, etc. That’s not what’s happening, and I’m crushed by the loss of that dream, and feeling like I am losing hope for her future to be more than what it currently is. It could probably be worse, but not having an authentic relationship with her is particularly painful to me as she’s my first child and for many years, it was just she and I. We were a family and I felt so connected to her. Having the relationship we have now feels to me like an accute loss. So again, what’s the point is the question that keeps rearing up for me.

It’s weird to be a foster parent for so long, be entirely dedicated to it with your whole self, and then be left wondering, “Does it even matter?”

[thechaseofspades]

An essay about the best Disney TVA shows today

So Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is Disney TVA's newest hit. If you follow me, you know how much I love this show. There's so much good about it that I couldn't possibly cover all of it. But the more I think about it, the more I realize how similar it is to another relatively new DTVA show that just happens to be premiering its second season soon...

Now, I recognize the irony here. The LES and Brighton are probably the exact opposite settings. I should know. I live in a town just like Brighton. There's lots of corn here. Please help.

But beyond that surface level contrast, these shows hit a lot of the same concepts, but take them in different directions to fit the tone and setting. Let's discuss...

Spoilers for both shows. The spoilers start out light but by the end I'm just spilling all the beans. Please watch the shows.

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1. Regular girl meets unlikely non-human best friend and that's literally the title of the show

Probably the most obvious comparison. Heck, you could probably boil down any Disney property ever to that description if you try hard enough.

But, the similarities between DD and Scratch might as well end there, as they bring completely different characters to the table. Still worth getting out of the way here. I promise the rest of this post has more substance. Wait where are you going come back

2. Human best friend(s)

I've talked already about how I'm a big fan of Casey. As far as I know, she's a completely original character not found anywhere in the comics. She might be an amalgamation of other comic characters but I'm not sure. Either way, huge props for nailing it with her and making her feel like a natural fit.

So what do we know about Casey? Her biggest fixation, something we see the second we meet her, is her social media savviness. While Lunella can invent an app that warps space and time, Casey works best with the apps that already exist. Remind you of anybody?

Now, I'm not on the Andrea bandwagon quite yet. She's definitely had her positive moments, namely the Christmas episode, but overall I don't categorize her in the "best friend" tier quite yet.

I bring her up because we can bring in another contrast between elements and how these sho was use similar concepts for different results. While Andrea's social media exploits are all about herself, Casey cares more about getting Moon Girl on the map, both helping out her best friend and doing a good deed. I'm glad we've gotten to a point where the social media savvy tween/teen can be a positive trait finally.

But I want to highlight the other side of Casey, and the part that makes it so intriguing to me that Lucase has been a central focus in this show. She may have the skills of Andrea, but she reminds me so much more of another of Molly's friends...

Who did Molly McGee meet to become her first real friend and de facto best friend who she then spent the rest of the show developing that friendship??

"Mazel Tov, Libby!" is my favorite episode of The Ghost and Molly McGee, and it's gonna be hard to top. Libby is my favorite character in that show and seeing her struggling and eventually breaking just hit me so hard. So when Molly and Libby came out of it better than ever, it proved how strong their bond truly was.

Casey blends Andrea's social media savviness with Libby's irl social awkwardness and difficulty at making friends. And Lunella to an even greater extent as seen in the sleepover. But together, Lucase bring out the best in each other, the same way that Molly and Libby do in their own show.

Also shoutout to Libby and Casey for being Jewish Latina DTVA girls with hyphenated last names and Bat Mitzvah centric episodes. Maybe should have led with that parallel.

To be continued in a reblog so don't go anywhere... (link to part 2 if it's not already attached to this post)

[factual-fantasy]

30 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🦷

Leave comments on my artwork! :D Either in the comment section, in my ask box, reblogs or tags! Reading all the responses to my artwork is my favorite part of posting on Tumblr and is what keeps me posting! :}}

<XD I wanted him to be. But the spawn rate for female Eevees is 12%!! Heck if I'm gonna run around for hours on end looking for a female!

Besides, drawing Sylveon in a more masculine and chaotic way is fun! And having his backstory be that he evolved out of love for his friends, despite being a man, is a fun origin story! :))

Oh nono, art fight isn't for me 😅 I like to keep my characters to myself and don't tend to draw other peoples characters-

@milk-powrit

I had this idea in my head that big Koopas like Bowser cannot retreat into their shell. But regular little Koopas troops can. But I'm kind'a rethinking that.. I'm considering making all Koopas unable to retreat into their shells :00

Hmm... good question.. perhaps his citizens know, but other kingdoms do not.?

..Are you alright-

@jeysecretive

I'm sure I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, so I have no right to say you cant do it too. Go right ahead!

Of all the food related Pokémon I can remember.. Alcremie is pretty cute :)))

@kermit-ydafrog (Sent after this post)

.....For some reason I don't believe you Kermit-

XDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :)))))

@untitled-7613

:0 A logo? Where would I put it?

@foxdemon-loser

Aww! What a cute widdle fox.. 🥺💞💞

(In response to an ask from this post)

No problem! Thank you for the asks! :))

@im-nice-but-i-dont-like-you

Today wasn't as bad as it could have been! Thank you! :)) I wish the same for you!

I think you're right about this. And yeah, involving money with my favorite hobby probably just isn't a great idea.. 😔

I haven't caught up with Octonauts recently, so I don't know who you're talking about.. <://

<XD For me its the opposite. I get so caught up in the routine of my usual candle run path that I forget to go out of my way to snatch up the winged lights-

:DDD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :]]]]

I'd prefer a cold shower personally! <XD

@anikakitty11

The baby..... 🥺🥺🥺🥺

@dooflizard

Oooo! Nifty! :00 Thanks for telling me about this! :))

@wolfie-777

Ah nooo, I have no plans to do so! <:/

@olives-in-shadows

Something about this baby looks oddly mischievous...

@savetheearthbros

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :DDDD I should totally draw them again sometime!! :000

@teemhauntsSorry for the late reply! Tumblr ate this ask-- I use FireAlpaca! :)) Its free and easy to learn for beginners, but has a lot of tools for the pros! But be warned, it can be a bit buggy at times-

Grizzly Bears! :DDD

@mason-gaylord

Awe, thank you!! :)))

@charactersnatcher

:DD THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :}}}}

Man I haven't had pizza in a while- thank you! :))

I would prefer to be frozen actually! <XDD I don't take the heat well 💀

[vince-linder]

Christmas Exchange!

As part of the lovely cyberpunk xmas exchange, I got to write a lil piece for @mango-parfait :DD Hope my little idea suits what you was picturing :3 _________________________

Still early in the morning, the household of V and Johnny was already awake and getting ready for the day. Johnny, as so often, sitting in the living room on the couch, his guitar in his lap and a cigarette dangling between his lips. He was just scribbling some notes to a song down, before he tried another riff on the guitar, crossing out the previous notes just to try it another way once more. V was in the bathroom, styling himself up and deciding what he was gonna wear for today. It would probably, as so very often, end with him wearing his favorite red jacket, which was fitting so nicely to his bright yellow optics.

“It was at 8 pm, right?” V's voice echoed through the apartment, hoping his partner would hear or answer him, even when the rockerboy was busy on his guitar. And it only took a moment before the answer came. “Yeah, that's what Kerry said.” V nodded to himself, taking a short look into the mirror and brushing once more through his hair. 8 pm, at Afterlife. More than enough time to do a lot of stuff together. He left the bathroom, fully dressed in his usual gear, placing a soft kiss on Johnny’s bearded cheek as he passed him. Just as he wanted to say something else, his phone was ringing. Seeing that it was Regina who called, made V accept the call with a worried expression, while he started to pace through the room. Johnny made only an unhappy grunt, watching his partner pace through their shared apartment, he could tell from his frown alone, that this was no ‘Merry christmas, enjoy the holidays’ call. After all, they were living in Night City, and Night City was always busy with Merc work, even just before christmas. Maybe also, because most of its citizens wouldn’t really celebrate this old holiday. In the end, it was Johnny’s fault that he and V would celebrate with the rest of their friends, there was still a somewhat nostalgic feeling towards Christmas at Johnny’s end and with that he invested all around him to spend the holidays together,letting work be just for a few days at the end of the year. V was doing his best to shift all his work away from the next few days, but sometimes, things went different than planned, especially in Night City. “A fucking what now, in City Center?”, Vs gaze shifted to Johnny for a moment, making a grimace, before he listened again to the caller. Whatever it was Johnny was really hoping V would decline this dumb gig and hold up to his promises. Slowly Johnny stood up from his place on the couch to get closer to V and may pick up one or two pieces from his call. Lazily he slung an arm around Vs waist and tried his best to understand what was going on. “... a Cyberpsycho. Rambling through … stores.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy, V wouldn’t deny that case at all. He would always take serious gigs like that, at any time of day or night. They discussed over and over again, that it never could be more important than his night sleep, or planned meetups with their friends, only to always end it with V being clear about it. Gigs like that always had top priority for V. Crossing his arms in front of his chest he watched V closely with an annoyed expression. “Yeah sure, I am on my way, Regina. Give you a call once I get him down.”, V ended the call and looked over at Johnny, an apologetic smile on his face. “Don’t look at me like this, J. It’s not a big thing for me, but maybe could save a bunch of people in his hood.” “We were clear with this.”, Johnny turned his back to V, his arms still crossed and his voice showing far too well his annoyance “Not a single gig on the holidays. For once.”

“I know, Johnny. But come on. I cannot say no in a situation like this. I promise, it will go smoothly and I will be back right in time when we head out to the Christmas meetup.” A deep sigh left the rockerboy again, as he looked over his shoulder at V. He couldn’t really voice what was making him so uneasy about this all, but the feeling just wouldn’t leave him. Still, he nodded it off. “Fine. But I swear to god, if you are not on time, I'm gonna punch you in the dick.” “Damn it, fine!”, in a playful attempt to surrender, V raised his hands and smiled at Johnny. As always he felt the concern from Johnny, but they wouldn’t talk about it, they never did. “I promise I will be back in no time.”

Hours went by, and still not a single message or call from V. This wasn’t the usual way V handled stuff. But today pretty much nothing was really usual at all. Johnny's gaze was glued to the windows as he really couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was snowing. Here in Night City, just as if this was some cute little Christmas Wonder. But with all the years without snow, this unusual weather turned the city into even more chaos. Drivers weren’t used to handling their vehicles in this weather, nor did most people have anything good to wear for the sudden cold. A slow sigh left the rockerboy as he shifted his gaze from the window to his phone. Still no message, no call. Johnny was worried about V, but coped it with being angry, like he always did. V promised to make it in time and was already late, of course he was. “Fucking snowfall. Bet that’s just some marketing gig from a Corp. Disgusting, they really use everything to make their sales go up. Fucking corpo rats.” 

He searched through their wardrobe, picking up a few sweaters and jackets that look somewhat warm, but neither he nor V had much clothes against the cold, as it was pretty unusual by now. In the end he picked a black sweater without much on it and a fur-lined leather jacket he found deep down behind all the summery clothing. Another quick gaze on his phone, still no message from V, and he headed out to meet up with the others at Afterlife. Hopefully V will join him soon. If not, he would have to search for him. A sudden wave of negative thoughts, what may have happened to V hitted Johnny, as an especially cold wind gust blew into his face, making him feel the freezing cold far too well. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the bad thoughts. As he was slowly walking through the city, watching the snow settle on everything and lulling the city in a certain kind of silence. Johnny could remember his childhood days, before all this chaos emerged in his life. Just playing in the snow, throwing snowballs with his friends or building a snowman with the most goofy design. After a short walk, that was surprisingly refreshing, Johnny reached the Afterlife. Without much problem he got inside and already could spot their friends at one of the big corner tables, sitting together and talking about whatever. Johnny took a deep breath before he slowly headed towards them. “Hee Johnny, you finally arrived. Where’s your better half?” Kerry asked towards him in a mocking tone and made room for Johnny to sit down next to him. From Rogue he got a mug with steaming hot cocoa, he took a long sip and noticed the sudden silence around him. “What?” “Is V.. not coming?” Misty’s voice already showed deep concern. It wasn’t usual that one would appear without the other. Johnny made an annoyed huff, placing the mug back on the table. “Dumbass is just late, like always. What else do you expect from him?”, his voice was snarky and angry, hiding far too well his own concern for V and his well being. “Did you hear from him? The kid will absolutely not be used to this weather.” “Nah. And not gonna call after him, not his babysitter.”, Johnny fumbled for his pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a long deep breath from the cigarette. He never asked for permission for doing so, and got angry gazes for it. But his mind was filled with concern for V. An hour. V was an hour over the time, and with every passing minute Johnny got more agitated. He couldn’t really follow the conversation anymore, his leg twitching nervously up and down. Only Kerry seemed to notice his behavior, but also kept his mouth shut about it. Still not a single message from V. Johnny only picked up several accidents and problems the news were talking about in the background, more than usual, because this weather was pure mayhem for Night City. Finally the door swung open, echoing against the wall with a deep thud and made once more fall everyone silent. Without any word V came to the table of his friends and partner and sat down next to Johnny. He looked exhausted and like shit, here and there stains of the works he just did.

“Where the fuck have you been?”Johnny lowered his voice but the anger was clear in it. 

“Eh. After the Psycho, there were a bunch of problems because of this… this white shit. People are going crazy in the city. Trying to eat it, sell it, telling stories how this is a sign that the world is ending. You know the drill. I helped to get a few hoods back under control.”, V gladly took the hot cocoa from the table and took a few thirsty sips, before he looked at the faces of his friends. A small, tired smile grew on his face. “You dumbass had your friends worried! And that's all you say? Could have called, you know?” Johnny flicked against Vs head, looking at him, but all the anger from his voice wasn't visible in his gaze, there were a bunch of other emotions. “Sorry to let you wait. Somehow all my calls or messages couldn’t connect through. I guess another problem with this fucked up weather.” Johnny was dumbfounded and for a rare moment felt silent. The thought that the weather may be the reason for V not texting or calling him never occurred to his brain. Of course, the net as it was by now, would have problems with stuff alike. He sighed and nodded it off, deep down happy that V was finally here. V took another long sip from the cocoa, breathing out the hot steam with a content demeanor. Now after they got this out of their systems, he scooted  closer to Johnny, leaning his head on the rockerboys shoulder. Johnny gulped down the urge to say something nasty and was deep down really glad that his partner finally was here at his side, in one piece, without bad injuries. “You are a fucking idiot V.” “And you are an asshole.”

An amused huff left the rockerboy as he slung his arm around Vs back, pulling him a bit closer and sharing the warmth with him. With a raised brow, Johnny noticed how very calm and silent V got, taking the cup of hot cocoa out of his hand and placing it back on the table. He only got an approving hum with his Merc, who cuddled deeper against the rockerboy, fully ignoring that they were in public and both Rogue and Kerry were watching this scene with puzzled emotions. A small smile played around Johnny's lips, watching his Merc dozing off in his arms. He would never say it openly, but this was exactly what he was always craving, just a moment of peace with his beloved. Johnny’s hand rose up to carefully brush through V’s hair, while his gaze shifted back to Rogue and Kerry, picking up the conversation with them again.

[burningfudge]

Thoughts on Daredevil (1964) as a Black Widow fan pt 4

Daredevil (1964) #122

Maybe they don't work because someone in this relationship doesn't value the other and also hit them once.

Daredevil (1964) #124

HELL YEAH THEY BROKE UP FOR REAL THIS TIME 🥳🥳

Daredevil (1964) #201

That's my girl ♥️

Daredevil (1964) #207

HAHAHA I love that Natasha's been like this since the beginning 😂

A lot of time has passed since Matt and Natasha broke up (Matt has had many failed relationships since then) and they're pretty much only friends now. I can't forget how poorly he treated her when they were together, but they're a lot better as friends than they are in a relationship.

Daredevil (1964) #217

Oh. This is actually quite sweet. Where was this writing in the 70s comics? Those comics were just constantly toxic instead of the 80s ones.

Context: Natasha was temporarily blind.

Daredevil (1964) #222

This is probably my least favorite Black Widow look, it's so bad. The haircut and the suit are just...awful, and the giant Black Widow spider on the back reminds me of Spider-Man. The 80s costumes are usually iconic, but not for Natasha.

After this, Natasha had very sporadic appearances in DD comics until Daredevil Vol 2 was launched in 1998. She made a couple of appearances in that too, got her first solo in 1999 (where we first see her and Yelena together), another solo in 2001 and 2004, made some more appearances in Hawkeye and Avengers comics, and then she finally appeared in Captain America (2005). I don't think I need to talk about how great Brubaker's run was for Natasha.

Before reading Daredevil (1964), I thought Darewidow was a decent ship and I liked Matt's appearances in the Black Widow comics but not anymore lol. Their relationship is very much a product of the 70s, but it was still strangely progressive for the era? Whenever Matt did something awful, Natasha always called him out on it, and they broke up because she was tired of playing second fiddle and wanted to be his equal.

However, I'm glad that Natasha has largely outgrown this version of her. Black Widow of the 70s and Black Widow today are entirely different since so much of her mythos today hadn't been created back then. Natasha's supporting characters were Matt, Clint, and Ivan since Yelena hadn't been created yet and Bucky was "dead". Matt doesn't play a big role in the Black Widow comics today (thank god) and Ivan is dead (good because he's a creep). Natasha was a heiress, but that part of her character has mostly been dropped in the modern day. Even the Red Room hadn't been created yet and Natasha was just a normal Russian spy who defected to America at this point. Clint is pretty much the only important supporting character that has stayed constant all these years.

The End

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

[faery-snow]

Who else wants to rehash LRLG highlights? Because I do!!!

I have been having a really shitty month so far (and I'm a Leo so this month should be a happy exciting one!! Sigh) and today I hit several walls with some doctor visits and just needed something to get me through the day.

I came on to ask for your favorite inspiring quotes/moments from YiZhan and instead I got LRLG??!!!!!!! Best cheer to inject into this shitty day.

I love the quotidian nature of LRLG, the day-to-day of shared life and of people intersecting. There's always some sweetness, and yet the sweetest parts are often the most mundane.

That said, Yibo has some incredibly romantic things to say in these snippets??!!! 😳😳

There are a lot of sweet moments in here (DD being in awe of GG's beauty! DD has never been more relatable haha!) but just to pick out a few:

(Gonna put these in my own words/with my own interpretation; you know the drill, these conversations are often hard to parse anyway, and I am not a native speaker!)

DD wanting GG to visit, and saying that if GG forgets something when he comes (I took this as, "who cares about packing, just come"), they can just buy it. We don't get GG's reply, but based on context I implied that GG teases him, "oh really, NOTHING is missing at all, you have EVERYTHING?" And DD says, "You're missing; I can't buy you [at the store]."

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

And then when DD and staff are talking about a staff member's partner/relationship. Lots of teasing; I'm so glad he has this camaraderie around him. One staff member teases him that we can't all have the idyllic romance DD and GG do, and DD answers back with seriousness that I really loved:

Do your relationship in the way that makes you two feel comfortable. Work through your differences, and the rest will slot into place.

🥹💛💛💛

It's encouraging to me that even when my own life and health are going poorly, there are moments of joy and happiness for people who deserve it, and queer couples having healthy, growing relationships.

May DD always have this hopeful light inside him burning brightly, and may he and GG always have what they need to work through their differences and through the hardships they encounter in life.

I also love how they both make an effort to meet in the middle. That's how healthy relationships are done! GG travels to see DD, and DD takes care of him with time to rest and a neck massage ❤️💛💚.

One day all queer folks will get to live openly. I truly believe that.