#tor (rot/he/they)

[revanisadumbass]

Galidraan works best, imo, as almost a Camlann moment in the midst of a larger trap. Take away the simplistic framing Open Seasons gives it.

Instead, Death Watch has been responsible for the violence the Jedi are investigating, but the governor points them to the True Mandalorians. A few of Jango's Mandalorians have turned up dead from lightsaber (darksaber) wounds.

They meet in the clearing, Jango just level-headed enough to argue his case, the Jedi ready to listen. Young Jedi and young Mandalorians getting glimpses of each other for the first time, stories of mythical enemies jumping unbidden to their minds.

Did anyone notice the glint of a sniper rifle, far off in the trees? Would they have had time to call out before the shots came, a Mandalorian shot so cleanly through the visor it's like nothing touched her and a freshly knighted Jedi with a hole in his chest?

In the end, there's nobody left who can say what happened. Who made the first move. There's an investigation, of course, but with Mandalore already moving towards a civil war the Senate has greater concerns. It was a tragedy, the report will say. There was no peaceful resolution--the Jedi had no choice. The dead would seem to agree.

[disabirbity]

You really shouldn't have to keep pushing the same issue over and over with your doctor to get them to even try to look into it. We've had repeated issues with our nerves and it's always been brushed off.

The mother, with a history of nerve problems and autoimmune disorders went through that too, but these are now on HER MEDICAL HISTORY.

And guess what? Our doctor, the SAME DOCTOR our mother sees, with full access to her medical records and family history, still brushes us off. When these issues are MOSTLY GENETIC. I complain about burning pain and numbness in my leg and basically she just goes "oh, weird, anyway".

This should be so much easier. I shouldn't have to think I'm having my time wasted by PROFESSIONALS while feeling like my body has a ticking time bomb strapped to it that when it goes off, we'll get "oh this is bad. nothing we can do now, you should've got treatment years ago! anyway."

[radioves]

his ass is NOT beating the allegations‼️💯☝️

[interstellarsystem]

Ever wonder the percentage of fictional sources in your system? I did, so I made a chart. I used this site if anyone wants to make one too!

This is NOT accurate to our system member count as people with multiple fictional identities are counted as multiple things on this chart. So if you're both from Sonic and The Owl House, both of those sources gain a point. Kintypes and linktypes are also included in this.

Fact/animal/other is a section to show just how fictive heavy we are, plus to count the factives, animal headmates and anyone else who doesn't neatly fit into boxes.

[grimwalker-grimoire]

Munchie my beloved. Witness her.

[possessed-pack]

Me, writing a story about someone having a psychotic episode: I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything in me.

[grimwalker-grimoire]

Hey thanks for the tag! This is Interstellarsystems main, we reblog the picrew tag games here.

Anyway, we couldn't figure out who to make in here so we just did our body to the best of our ability. It didn't have our hair at all but that's okay lol.

Tagging whoever wants to join really!

found a cute picrew so imma do tag games!

tagging : @shortdumbperson @mhmmaybe @moronkyne @bubblergoespop @mokozroach @irl-clowm @huxleaf @cyanbugremix @deviarisa @sarasolqiree @vind3miat0r @luvring and anyone who wants to join!!

[abbysleftbicepp]

The Thief And The Fairy

An Ellie Williams x Maleficent!Reader au. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

An: This fic is the result of an idea that’s been rotting my head for months. The story line will be extremely close to Maleficent, and a lot of the lines will be exact to the film. Fair warning, it is a strangers to lovers to enemies sooo yeah 🫶 not proof read.

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Once upon a time, in a far off land, there lived a little girl. She was no ordinary girl, for she lived in the branches of a tree on the top of a mountain. Most of her features resembled a human, however a few of her features did not.

The girl carried long, dark, feathered wings on her back, and upon her head were two scaled horns that curled ever so slightly. Her ears were almost human, as they spiked near the tops, and her cheek bones were as sharp as a blade.

The girls wings could carry her high up into the clouds and she felt like she danced with the stars as she flew, the wings never faltered nor failed her. She trusted them with her whole life.

Her tree belonged to her land, known as the Moors. It was located in a large forest next to a kingdom. The Moors and the kingdom had been at war for centuries, until 7 years ago, when the king had claimed her parents heads on his sword. Two years later, the king had died and his son, Jesse, took his place on the throne.

Because of this, Y/N was unfortunately the only one of her kind left in the Moors. There were goblins, Gorgons, Pixies, Sirens, Spriggans, mushroom fae and more. There were many family’s of each, creating a population of the Moor folk.

Although Y/N was only 14 years old, she claimed the title of the protector of the Moors, just like her parents once were. This was a mutual agreement between the moor-folk as she had the strongest wings and a power stronger than they had seen ever before. She was able to heal and break with the stroke of her finger, and she did not know what she was fully capable of, yet.

One day, Y/N was helping some of the pixies mend some of the crops, as a storm had destroyed their farmland the night before. As she used her magic to heal the poor crops, one of the Spriggan soldiers, Balthazar, came to her.

The Spriggan folk look a lot like trees. They disguise themselves as such from the humans, as a way to hide from them. Their ears are large and can shield their faces from harm, they have sharp wooden teeth and their body’s almost resemble a skeleton made out of wood. Their jobs were along side Y/N, as her soldiers. They usually carry wooden spears with them as weapons and did not speak human like the pixies and Y/N could, however they could still understand it.

Balthazar made some earthy deep sounds, which is the Spriggans way of communicating.

“What do you mean there’s a human in the Moors? there hasn’t been for years.” Y/N protested, slightly nervous to encounter her first human since the last war, where her parents were stolen from her.

He replied with similar noises as a moment ago.

“She’s stealing from the pool of jewels? Tor heavens sake we need to stop her. They’re not hers to take.” She announced before flying up into the clouds and towards the pool of jewels.

When she arrived, two more Spriggans were surrounding the entrance to a small cave in the mountain right next to the pool, however it was covered in ivy so she couldn’t see the human hidden inside. She landed on a grass covered rock inside the pool, in-between the Spriggans.

“Come out!” She demanded. She had no response from the human, maybe they speak a different language now? She decided to try her luck again.

“Come out this instant!” She spoke louder than before.

“No! They mean to kill me!” A female voice spoke. Her accent was different to the humans that Y/N remembered. Perhaps the humans had changed their way of speaking the language.

“They don’t mean to harm you whatsoever. They know you have something that doesn’t belong to you. You have to give it back!” She spoke loud and clear.

The hidden human hesitated, but slowly crept out of the ivy, into the open. She had auburn brown hair, pale green eyes and freckles scattered along her face. Her hair was tied up into a pony tail and she wore ragged old clothes, covered with an old brown cloak. She looked quite small for a human.

“Are you fully grown?” Y/N asked curiously, analysing the humans appearance.

“No..” The human responded.

“I believe she’s just..a girl?” Y/N said slightly confused to her soldiers.

“And you’re just a girl…i think..?” The human stepped into the conversation.

“Who are you?” Y/N asked the human who stood before her.

“I’m called Ellie. Ellie Williams. Who are you?” She replied with confidence.

“Y/N” The fairy replied with the same amount of confidence. One of the Spriggans quickly reminded her of why she was here, meeting the human.

“Yes! right.” She spoke. “Like i said earlier, i believe you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”

“No i dont.” Ellie said confused, trying to act dumb. Y/N rolled her eyes and held out her hand expectedly. Sighing, Ellie digged into her pocket, retrieving a jewel and chucked it to Y/N’s hand. Y/N then gently tossed the jewel back into the pool.

Y/N and Ellie walked together through the forest, as Y/N wanted to make sure the girl was safe leaving. Ellie’s eyes were glued to Y/N’s wings, she felt drawn to them. They were like nothing she’d seen before. She decided to speak before her stares got too weird.

“if i’d known you’d throw it away i would have kept it.” Ellie complained, knowing she could have gotten a meal by paying with that jewel, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten a whole meal.

“I didn’t throw it away. I delivered it home, as i’m going to do with you.” She announced. The girls walked through the woodlands together in a comfortable silence. Ellie admired the nature around them, and gasped as fireflies flew passed them.

Finally, they reached the end of the forest where there was a large grass field that separated the Moors from the kingdom.

Ellie came to a halt, Y/N following suit.

“Y’know, some day i’ll live there,” Ellie spoke, pointing into the distance. “In the castle.” She frowned, hoping her dreams will someday come true.

“Well where do you live now?” Y/N asked curiously. She was so drawn to Ellie in a way she couldn’t describe. She’d never felt like this before.

Ellie turned her face away, embarrassed to face Y/N as she responded. “In a barn..”

“So your parents are farmers then?” Y/N continued, not noticing Ellie’s demeanour change.

“My parents are dead.” Ellie responded quite bluntly, her head hanging low.

“Mine too.” Y/N looked at Ellie with sympathy. Maybe not all humans were bad anymore. Maybe it was time for the moors to stop being afraid.

Ellie looked back at Y/N with the same expression. She stared into the fairy’s eyes for a while before speaking up.

“We’ll see each other again.” She said with confidence, turning so her back was to Y/N and took a few steps forward

“You really shouldn’t come back here you know.. it’s not safe.” Y/N protested, she almost cared for the human. She felt connected to her in ways she didn’t understand.

Ellie turned around again to face the winged girl. “and if i made that choice, if i came back…would you be here?” Ellie asked with a smile tugging on her lips.

Y/N looked around for a moment, she was lost in thought.

“Perhaps.” She shrugged with a smile. Ellie was beaming, and stretched her hand out to shake Y/Ns. When the girl took Ellie’s hand, she immediately took it back and gasped in pain. Ellie’s face dropped and concern rushed through her body.

“What’s wrong?!” She exclaimed, her eyes searching Y/N’s face for answers. Y/N gripped her palm in pain, where Ellie’s ring touched seconds ago.

“Your ring..Iron burns fairy’s.” She explained to the concerned human in front of her.

“I’m so sorry!” Ellie said apologetically, before she took her ring off and threw it as far as she could. Y/N felt her face heat up and her heart grow warmer. Humans were a lot kinder than she thought, so it seems.

“I like your wings.” Ellie spoke, interrupting Y/Ns thoughts. The fairy’s grin only grew wider upon hearing her words as Ellie walked across the fields, towards her home.

Later that night, Y/N couldn’t sleep. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of Ellie and how she, who had so little in the world, threw away her ring so that their hands might touch again. Her heart longed to see the human once more, and all her hatred towards the humans had shifted into peace in her mind. She believed that maybe they’ve changed, and that there is good in them.

The young thief who had once hoped to steal a jewel, had managed to steal something far more precious.

“Y/N?” Ellie called outside the forrest, where they she had last seen the fairy. “Y/N!” She called over and over again. After a minute or two of calling her name, she decided it was hopeless and sighed. Suddenly, there was a gust of wind behind her, and she heard something thump onto the ground.

Turning around in a haste, Ellie saw the girl she had hoped to see stood in front of her, smiling ear to ear.

“After all these weeks, look who came back” Y/N teased. Ellie smirked and walked closer to the girl.

“I thought it was worth the risk.” She replied, a smile growing bigger on her face by the second. “So, what do you do to entertain yourself around here?” Ellie asked, and Y/N only replied with a smirk.

“Follow me.” She spoke before running into the Moors. Ellie quickly followed suit, curious as to where they were going.

[lexosaurus]

The Truth to Light

This was supposed to be a drabble. Day one of Side Hoes Week 2023 featuring Tucker and the prompt "power up!"

Characters: Tucker, the news Words: 1458 Warnings: descriptions of dissecc

[ao3]

****

Tucker powered up his desktop. Anticipation permeated the air, buzzing around the light and bouncing off the walls. Underneath it stank of stress, and below that, rotting deep in the recess of Tucker’s mind was a hint of dread.

Today was the day.

Today would bring the truth to light.

He could have run the program yesterday, or even the day before. But something stopped him. Insecurity prickled his brain, worming its way up his spine and whispering flavors of, “It will never work…you’ll get caught…you’re not good enough at hacking…you’re not that smart…” in his ear.

But no, he was done. He couldn’t let this go on any longer—not if he had the power to stop it. 

And so, today was the day.

He entered his password, then watched as his profile loaded in. Each increase of the bar brought a rise in tension, and he could have sworn his fingers were trembling as he booted up the virtual machine.

There was no more running. Not from this.

Danny needed him.

Amity Park needed him.

Hell, the world needed him.

Even if no one would ever find out who did it.

He clicked on Tor, went to his normal site, opened the chat log, and typed two words in:

>geeksquad: I’m ready.

>cr0mb: You sure?

>Petabyte: Hell yeah, dude.

>geeksquad: Yeah. It’s time. 

****

The video was fuzzy, the frames were clunky. But even so, no amount of low-resolution could mask the horrors on the screen.

Ectoplasm on the floor, the walls. The metal table. The tubes, needles (ugh), metal instruments. The screams, shaky breathing, choked sobs. The deep voice, sadistic chuckles, flat, bored tones. 

The image of his best friend on the screen, grasping onto his chest, ectoplasm seeping through his fingers.

Traumatizing, Tucker realized, wrapping his hands around his perched knees. Watching this, knowing that this was real, was traumatizing. 

And yet, this wasn’t a memory he would be able to unpack in therapy later. Because all this evidence of Tucker’s involvement lived on a hard drive that no one would ever find. No one could ever know.

Not even Sam.

He cut this portion from its tape, dragging the new selection down onto the end of the dozens of other clips just like it. Tucker was going to release the videos in their entirety, of course, but there were weeks worth of content. The likelihood that the average person would even have the disk space to download that amount of content was laughable.

And so, a highlights reel was necessary, and Tucker had to be the one to do it. Which meant he had to sit here alone watching hours of his best friend being tortured. He had to sit here alone and choose the “best” moments to showcase. He had to sit here alone and edit the next viral video together.

And he would do it because Danny would die without it.

How’s that for a ride-or-die friendship, huh?

Danny, you owe me, dude, he tried to joke in his head, but even that tasted sour to him.

He shook the creeping fog from his mind and sat back up straight, put his hand back on his mouse, and got back to work.

****

“We would like to warn you that our next segment contains imagery that is extremely graphic and may be upsetting to some viewers.

“Earlier today, a data breach on the US federal government revealed leaked video footage showcasing details within the Ghost Investigation Ward. The video footage, initially uploaded to Tor under the username Geeksquad, showed graphic treatment and experiments involving Amity Park’s local ghostly hero, Danny Phantom, who disappeared two months ago. Since then, it has been reuploaded all over the internet, sending the world into a frenzy. The video footage revealed insight into the hero who was shown to morph between his popular ghostly appearance, and that of a human, teenage boy as shown here. The teenage boy has been identified as sixteen-year-old Daniel Fenton, child of the famous ghost hunter family, who has been reported missing for the last two months. His family claims they did not know that their child was a ghost, and also expressed doubt that Phantom and their son were connected, suggesting that it may be an attempt for Phantom to gain sympathy from the agents. 

“We will keep you updated as more information arrives regarding this story.”

****

“Breaking news on the details of the leaked Phantom files from the Ghost Investigation Ward. Close friends to Daniel Fenton, the human child that Phantom morphs into numerous times throughout the videos, came out stating that Daniel Fenton and Danny Phantom are, in fact, one and the same. The teenagers told reporters from APC News that Daniel had been in a lab accident in his parents' laboratory two years ago, and that they witnessed the event. They claim that ever since the accident, Daniel had been able to morph appearances between his ghostly and human persona. The teenagers also claim that the accident both killed him and brought him back to life, and as such Daniel still has a heartbeat and a pulse. 

“If this information is true, that could mean severe issues for the Ghost Investigation Ward. Already, protests have broken out in Washington DC as well as Amity Park, Illinois. APC News here with more details to come.” 

****

“As more unfolds about the leaked files from the federal Ghost Investigation Ward, more questions regarding experimentation ethics and the blurred laws between humans and ecto-entities are coming to light.

“APC News was able to interview an anonymous source from within the Ghost Investigation Ward earlier today, who claims that the agents within the GIW did know that Daniel Fenton Phantom had a heartbeat and a pulse.

“‘A heartbeat and a pulse…you know what the implication of this means, correct?’

“‘We all did. And not only that, but we also knew that if his heartbeat stops, then he would die.’

“‘Die. That’s an interesting choice of words.’

“‘It is, isn’t it?’

“The director for the FBI put out a statement saying that while the GIW has been sanctioned to perform experiments to further the knowledge and understanding of ecto-entities, also known as ghosts, they are not authorized to operate outside of the law and perform experiments on US Citizens.

“The director of the GIW, under the code name Agent Alpha, also put out a statement citing that Danny Phantom registers as a level seven ecto-entity and does not qualify as a human, despite the appearance of human organs that seem like life-support. He stated that like other ghosts, Phantom relies on an ecto-core to exist and that his human organs are merely imprints of when he was alive. He reiterates that the Ghost Investigation Ward did not operate outside of the law while Phantom was under their custody.

“Phantom has been relocated to a holding cell while internal investigation and legal proceedings occur.”

****

“Tucker…” Sam’s tilted her head. Dark circles tattooed the skin under her eyes, and her chapped lips pressed into a thin line. She’d lost weight, and her cheeks were hollow, sharp. And yet, that hint of a spark in her eye, that silent flame of determination, had yet to go out.

Although, for as run-down as Sam was, Tucker was sure he looked about the same. 

“What is it?” he asked.

“Do you know who the hacker was?”

Tucker was lucky he was such a practiced liar. But even still, he was sure that not even he could mask how thrown off he was at that question. “How would I know who he was?”

“I know you hang around those circles.”

“Yeah, but it’s all anonymous. I don’t know who anyone is. And besides.” He leaned back in some faux attempt of acting nonchalant. “There are so many hacking groups out there, Sam. It’s not that small or tight-knit of a community.”

“Yeah, I figured,” she said, though her eyes didn’t relax. “I just found it odd, you know?”

He could feel his heart skip a beat. “What’s odd?”

“Well, I found it odd that the GIW was targeted when they had Phantom. And no one else knew that Phantom was there except for us.”

“Or, maybe other people figured it out.”

“Maybe…”

“Come on, it’s not that implausible. Danny disappeared for two months. That’s not really his MO. I’m sure some gray-hat group online did the process of elimination on where he could be and figured out he was with the Guys in White.”

“Yeah.” Sam’s gaze went to her knees, where her hands were clasped. Tucker followed her sight and realized that her fingers were shaking.

He let his tone turn more serious. “Sorry, I don’t know who leaked the files. I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, her voice small. “I believe you.”

****

chapter 2

[average-transdalorian]

I’m sure other people have already said this, but it bears repeating; part of why The Mandalorian season 3 left people dissatisfied is because the previous seasons had set up two incredibly compelling character arcs, and season three…. Ditched them. Entirely.

I’m talking, of course, about Din Djarin and Bo-Katan Kryze

Now, they both got their “good” endings, I won’t deny that! Din got to chill with his son, and Bo-Katan got to “rightfully” lead the Mandalorians (my thoughts about the Darksaber as a metric for leadership in-universe are. Another post). Hell, Bo-Katan even got to learn some of the traditions and culture of Mandalore that Death Watch had ditched in favor of their imperialism (the CotW aren’t the only valid interpretation of the Resol’nare, to be clear)!

But, see. That doesn’t grow their characters all that much from where they were in season 2 and TBoBF. It satisfies them as people, yes, but they don’t really grow as characters all that much, not in the way that was literally set up already.

Din Djarin should have been Mand’alor the Reluctant. His arc, which was primed and ready, should have been about him seeing the myriad of ways Mando’ade lived in this post-empire world, discovering that they needed someone to step into the role of leader, someone with a vision for the future of Mandalore, who hadn’t already tried and failed. Din’s arc should’ve been his desire to be a simple man making his way through the galaxy fighting his desire to help his people, and the latter desire winning. It should’ve been about Din figuring out how to qualify for Mand’alor in everyone’s eyes, and coming to terms with the fact that someone had to, and he was the one most able at that point, so he’d have to cowpoke up and take that responsibility.

Bo-Katan’s arc, then, should’ve been about her learning how to be a trusted lieutenant to someone with different beliefs than her. She was made largely into a copy of Pre Vizsla, in terms of belief, but he treated her as a subordinate more than an advisor. Her arc should’ve been her unlearning the rot of Tor Vizsla’s philosophies as the right hand of this reluctant Mand’alor; it should’ve been her learning what it means to be a good Mandalorian, and how not understanding that caused her earlier efforts to fail.

Instead, both of these characters ended up roughly where they started, just with a couple of gains. Bo-Katan is the celebrated leader of Mandalore, like at the end of Rebels, and Din Djarin is a simple man making his way through the galaxy, like at the beginning of The Mandalorian

It’s just. Incredibly unsatisfying, to have these clear character arcs set up and then ditched entirely

Oh and also Bo-Katan and The Armorer should’ve (keldabe) kissed and Paz should’ve survived as Din’s more aggressive lieutenant, to contrast against Bo-Katan’s newly learned moderation and The Armorer’s extreme withdrawal. And there should’ve been more Mando’a

[bl-bracket]

4, 8, 16, 24 for ask game

4. Favorite Side Character

Okay this is so hard cause I love side characters so much. I think in terms of who has given me the most brain rot, I gotta go with my son Sound from My School President. Like angsty lonely gay teenager being adopted against his will by a group of weirdos (affectionate)? It's like they made a character specifically for me to project onto. I'm constantly torn between wanting to shake him around in my teeth and wanting to give him every good thing in the world. He's just so!!!!

8. First BL

So way back when (like 2017), I somehow discovered 2 Moons (the original one). Now I had never seen or heard of bls before beyond like yaoi manga, so like a full length live action tv show was so revolutionary to me and I could watch the whole thing on youtube? wow! I was obsessed (especially the ming/kit story line). Now, I wouldn't rec the drama nowadays but like little old me was shook and told all of my friends at school about it. BUT somehow I never watched another bl or show from Thailand until 2022 when I saw people posting about Not Me on the dash/trending tab and decided to watch and then from there I got into the BL fandom proper. Anyways when I saw people posting about Triage I was like so shook because I knew those guys!!!! I, for the record, have not seen 2 Moons 2 nor rewatched the original in so many years.

16. Favorite Trope

Ok so there are many tropes that I love a lot, but nothing gets me more excited then some good ol classic identity porn (side note: I really wish that it was called something else because telling my irl friends that I'm into identity porn is the worst). But yes I love it when characters have a secret identity and then when they interact with the same person in both identities? ooo that's the stuff. Guardian is my favorite example of this. Like all the work Shen Wei put into keeping Yunlan from realizing he was the Black Cloak Envoy? The quick identity switches? Zhao Yunlan putting the pieces together slowly? Ugh it's just so good, especially in romance stuff where like the character is falling for both identities and doesn't know what to do. I also love a good character reveal, particularly when they're revealing that the character who seemed very ordinary and normal is actually very powerful and cool. (another reason why I love it in Guardian). It can definitely be dragged out too long (I have not watched Miraculous Ladybug other than a couple episodes in my French class when I was younger but I have heard much about the infamous love square that is two people), but like it's definitely something that needs to last for a considerable amount of time in order to really scratch that itch in me. 23.5 kinda did this with the Earth/Ongsa thing, but while I did love that, I wouldn't label it was being the same as Shen Wei/Black Cloak Envoy. Like with Ongsa it was more of a mistaken identity/miscommunication thing while I like it when the character already has an established alter ego thing that they don't intend the LI to get close to, if that makes sense? Anyways this is a quite long of saying I like when characters are revealed to be more than they seem.

24. Dream Actor Pairing

Look I'm not breaking new ground here when I say that I want Jeff and Bible to do a drama together. It's so evil that Kim and Vegas didn't have any interactions. I think they would kill it (no pun intended) playing a couple in a drama. Other than that, I'm not too sure? There's a lot of actors I really like and want to see more of or think could act well with another, but I don't have many other I need these two to play lovers that haven't already? Like I would absolutely love to get Gawin/First again (Danyok was not enough for me) or for Tor and Gun to actually get to play lovers some time.

[gemini-sensei]

Suffering from a severe case of girlcock Tory brain rot.

I just know she'd get the biggest ego boost when she finds out about her chubby gf's ex's poor performance in bed. And then he has the nerve to blow up Reader's phone while she's blowing her back out?? No worries, Tory makes it clear Reader's in much better hands with a quick home video.

Also, girlcock Tory and chubby Reader onlyfans??

The onlyfans idea is gonna be its own set of headcanons, so keep an eye out for those 👀

In other news, girlcock!Tory would have a field day if Reader's ex tried to hit her up while they're going at it. Any other situation, it would piss her off, and while they're fucking it does piss her off, but the idea to make a "quick home movie" eases that some.

Because she's the one satisfying all of Reader's needs. Not her ex.

So she takes out her phone and gets the camera recording before she grabs Reader by the hip and starts plowing that pussy. She keeps the camera as steady as she can, point it down to where her thick cock disappears into her fat cunt. The mic catches all the nasty sounds made between them and Reader's moans of her name while her fingers curl around the sheets.

"Who makes you feel this good, babe?"

"You do,Tor!! Only you can make me feel this good!"

Then Tory tosses her phone away holds herself over Reader, pushing one of her legs up and pounding deep into her. Makes her cream on her cock and ensures to fill her up with a big, hot load of her own cum.

Once they calm down, Tory pushes her hair out of her own face, panting hard, still buried deep in tight, well fucking pussy. She puts the camera on them again and records herself pulling her cock out. Reader's hole is all twitchy and sensitive, and she moans when the tip pops out. A moment later, a glob of thick cum leaks out and Tory holds her lower lips open, showing off how well taken care of she is.

After they calm down a bit, Tory asks if she can "show off" to Reader's ex and Reader let's her. So Tory sends a clip and a few pics to them, with the message "Fuck off already u loser! Bet you'll get off to this like a perv but I'll be fucking Reader better than you ever did."

And she does. Round 2 is fueled with the need to split Reader in half and ensure she can't walk in the next day.

[astaldis]

Complete!: The Interrogation Game - Or: How not to fall in love with the enemy (and fail) - Chapter 12: Into The Mist

Chapters: 12/12 Words: 23,675 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature  Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Sabrina Glevissig  Additional Tags: June of Doom 2024, Witcher Character Wheel, Sickfic, Trope Wheel, collapse, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, The Witcher (TV) Season 3, Spoilers for The Witcher (TV) Season 3, Enemies to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Fever, Panic Attack, unexpected sexual tension, Blackmail, headache, Fear, Angst, Scars, Mental Breakdown, Sobbing, Hand Jobs, Nudity, Sabrina has gorgeous tits, Mild Smut, Kissing, Eventual Fluff, Spooning, Cuddling & Snuggling, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bittersweet Ending 

Summary: She knew that Fringilla, Francesca and the few surviving elves and Nilfgaardian soldiers had fled the island in their boats right after Tor Lara exploded. The traitor Vilgefortz had been seen entering the tower shortly before and must have exploded with it, may he rest in pieces - very small ones if you asked her. This left nobody on the island besides the surviving sorcerers and sorceresses, and Yennefer's bard. Or so Sabrina thought. She was wrong. For he was still here.

Shortly after the fighting at Aretuza, Sabrina Glevissig bumps into somebody by accident. It is the enemy commander who gave the order to shoot the dimeritium-tipped arrows at them. A great opportunity to get to Emhyr's secrets. Will Sabrina succeed where Tissaia failed?

Inspired by June of Doom Prompts and my random pairing on the The Witcher Wheel:

Spin the Witcher Wheel twice (or thrice for a threesome) to get a ship! Then create something for the ship, a drabble, a one-shot, a meme, an incorrect quote, a drawing, a poem ...

If you have no idea what to do with the two (or three), spin the Trope Wheel!

[yukidragon]

Have you seen the new art that was posted on the offical sunny day jack tumbler? I just wanted to ask your opinions on it i love hearing well readkng your rants on everything sunny say Jack!

So whats your take on it?

Sorry for not getting to this ask in a timely manner. I'm glad you enjoy my posts.

I'm not entirely certain if you're referring to the hoodie print of Jack as the Mad Hatter, the sexy print of Jack, or the promotional poster for the game.

If it's about the Mad Hatter hoodie, I've touched on an Alice in Wonderland AU in a previous post. I actually had the same idea to cast Jack as the Mad Hatter too. I just loved seeing Sauce's picture of him in the role. He looks so charming.

If it's about the sexy print, well... yowza. Jack looks very spicy there, just perfect for cuddling.

If it's about the poster, well... there's a lot to be said about it. How about I break it down here?

Credit for this gorgeous art, and others I might use in this post, goes to the awesome Sauce. Consider joining the Snaccpop Studios Patreon, and remember not to share anything privately posted there.

The first thing to talk about of course is Jack. Much like earlier promotional work posted on the official twitter, and glimpses in this gif, he looks bloody and a bit rotted. I discussed those two images in greater detail in this post. One of his fingers has rotted away, exposing bone, which has appeared in earlier promotional art on the patreon. It's a very unsettling, and could be a reason why he is canonically stated to be always wearing his gloves.

Then of course there's his face, which arguably is even worse than the state of his finger. The damage there is gruesome, and his right eye is outright gone. We've actually seen his eye missing in merch that was released before, and I theorized that he lost his eye because he was shot.

In fact, this little decal in the sprites for Jack that Sauce was kind enough to share in this post look suspiciously like gunshot wounds.

While I'm on the subject of the sprites, I'd like to call attention to Jack's right eye in the ones where he's dressed in this bloody decal.

While Jack's left eye is a bright shade of brownish-gold, his right eye is dark, close to black. You might recall his right eye looked different than the left in other promo art.

In the teaser glitch, Jack(tor)'s right pupil is smaller than the left.

Also, in the promotional picture of Jack(tor) in the mirror, we see not only is his right pupil smaller, but it glows much more dimly than his left.

I think my theory that his eye was shot out holds quite a bit of weight to it. It's possible his eye looks wonky as he starts losing his grip on himself as Jack because he's struggling to maintain his right eye's very existence.

It seems pretty clear that Jack's façade as Sunny Day Jack might be masking some deeper traumas, both physical and emotional... and I suspect it's that mental state - as well as his closeness to his sunshine - will affect his physical state. After all, if MC starts feeling distant from Jack, suddenly he becomes a lot less real in the demo.

It's possible that the gloves Jack wears are similar to the phantom's mask in Phantom of the Opera, covering up an unpleasant truth. For whatever reason, it could be that Jack's ability to pull himself together is limited by his hands. It makes me wonder if he suffered some sort of physical trauma to his hands as well before he was killed...

Speaking of Phantom of the Opera, expect some stuff about the Phantom of Sunny Day Jack that I've been given clearance to post. Working on this project has given me thoughts.

Now onto the rest of the poster.

Jack is holding a bloody knife while looking menacing. As we've seen in other teaser pictures, Jack's weapon of choice is a knife, though he seems more keen to coax others into using it on themselves when they're at their most vulnerable. Will he actually inflict physical violence with his own hand? Possibly if he's broken enough that he can justify it without breaking character... or after he's so broken that he can justify anything as "in character" for Sunny Day Jack.

"Don't take his sunshine away." It's such a good line. It reminds me of so many slasher movie posters I've seen, and it fits with the le motif of, "You are my sunshine." That song is actually pretty dark and depressing when you look at the lyrics.

Then of course there's the other three male leads. They're all spattered in blood, but while Shaun and Nick look alarmed, Ian almost looks... calm. He's also holding what suspiciously looks like a blue wig. Now... where have we seen that before?

Oh, right, the glitch in this animated gif teaser. Funny how excited he looks despite being spattered with blood, isn't it? Perhaps Jack and Ian have a lot more in common than just being actors taking the role of Sunny Day Jack...

One last note I'll mention is that Nick's face looks rather roughed up as well as bloody. Remember how he clawed his face at the end of the demo? I suspect that this poster is referencing that with the damage to his face.

With how negatively Jack affects Nick and Ian's mental states... I wonder if Shaun is going to make it through with the least amount of mental/physical scarring because he's more horror savvy... though we certainly won't know for sure until the full release.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

[discet]

Hey discet, 🎁 for the ask game :]?

Fanfic Writing Ask Meme

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

I know this was probably written in hopes of getting a glimpse of the next chapter, but I actually just want to share this scene of Anne getting her first pokemon after an asker gave me brain rot asking about a pokemon Amphibia crossover AU.

So uh, enjoy I don't know if this will ever be cleaned up enough to post to AO3 or whatever.

"Tor..." graveled out the old pokemon.

"Gentle Marcy, that one's got roots."

"Alright, Mr. Boonchuy!" 

Anne Boonchuy was six years old and on the roof of her family's restaurant-slash-home. Her father's torterra was sunbathing while she and Marcy crawled around on its back, pulling up weeds. Her dad sat on a stool next to the massive pokemon clipping off various sprigs, herbs, and grasses. The ambient noise of the city streets surrounded them. 

Anne was used to this chore, and looked over to her friend apologetically as she eased out a thorny weed that had grown close to the root of the torterra's lime tree. "Sorry Marcy, I didn't mean to get you dragged into this."

Her father looked up at her with a frown. "Now Anne, you said you'd get your chores done early, but you decided to sleep in."

"But Daaaad…" Anne whined; she didn't really think he'd hold her to that once Marcy got there.

Marcy interceded. "I-It's okay, Anne!" Marcy supplied cheerfully. "I like Torty just fine." Marcy leaned over the plant bed shell and patted the pokemon on its head.

"Torrrr..." it hummed in comfort. Torty had liked Marcy ever since the first time she’d visited the Boonchuys’ house. 

Marcy turned back. "So, you use all of these in your restaurant?" she asked. Marcy pointed down to the baskets her Dad had been filling with garlic bulbs, basil, lemongrass, and fresh limes.

"Yep! All the herbs and spices we use downstairs are sourced right here. Torty here is the backbone of our little business, aren't you Torty?" He ran his fingers through the soil on his back, causing Torty to shift slightly, as if wanting to be cradled by Bee. Marcy and Anne lost their footing for a moment as the rim of the shell slammed into her father's stomach. Bee gasped out in pain but continued to run his hand through the soil. "Oof. Still thinks he's a little turtwig, this one."

Anne saw a weed under one  canopy of leaves and grinned to herself, plucking it and holding it behind her back. She got up and offered her other hand to Marcy to help her up. Marcy took it, allowing herself to be pulled back into a sitting position. "Hey Marcy?" Marcy looked up curiously at Anne just before Anne pulled the dandelion from behind her back and blew a thousand little seeds into her face. Marcy let out a peal of giggles as all the little seedlings tickled her and Anne felt a warm feeling bubble in her gut at the sight. 

Suddenly, from just off the side of the roof, the sound of four gongs hits reverberated from the ground floor all the way to the roof. 

Anne and her father looked at each other and started to get up and get ready. Bee pulled off his gloves and stacked all the herb baskets on top of each other before jogging towards the roof access. One ring meant Mom wanted Dad, two rings meant she wanted Anne, three meant she wanted them both, and four meant she needed them both now. Anne scrambled to hop  down off of Torty's shell. "Come on Marcy, we gotta move," she said, beckoning her friend over. 

"What's going on?" Marcy carefully made her way to the edge of Torty's shell. Torty tilted slightly, probably intending to give her less of a drop to get down from but accidentally causing her to trip instead. 

Anne was able to catch her with just a bit of effort to keep the both of them from tumbling over. "Mom needs help with something!" she explained, grabbing Marcy’s hand and pulling her towards the roof access.

"Bye Torty!" Marcy called out behind her as they rushed onto the flight of stairs. They went straight down past the living room of their home to where the restaurant was. Anne opened the door to the smell of curries and coconut. The door to the stairwell was at the back of the dining room directly next to the door to the kitchen. Late afternoon was usually pretty slow for the restaurant, but there were dozens of people in business suits all sitting down, chatting about something or other while her father handed out menus as quickly as he could manage. 

Anne could feel Marcy's grip on her hand tighten as she took  in the now claustrophobically crowded room. Anne quickly tugged her through the door and into the kitchen, where her mom was getting several pots ready over a stove. She kneeled down to her torkoal that was under the stove and held out some pokefood. "Hey there, Cinder, gonna need a bit more heat for a little bit." 

The torkoal slowly reached out its head and nibbled at the pokefood before nodding and retreating into its shell. The dim glow from the opening under the stove brightened, and red hot fires started to pour out of the burners, much to its owner's delight. 

"There we go!" Oum said approvingly before banging the side of the stove with a ladle. "Great work, Cinder!"

"Hey Mom, did you need me or should I just stay out of the way?" she asked, knowing how stressed her parents got when a rush started. 

"Oh, Anne! Good, I- oh, Marcy!" her Mom turned to them and smiled at Anne's friend. "Sorry, I forgot you were here. Anne will be free in a moment."

"It's alright, I can wait," Marcy promised. 

Oum nodded appreciatively. "Anne, I heard something out back by the dumpsters, can you grab a broom and scare whatever it is off? Then the two of you are free."

Perfect! Finally her and Marcy could play properly. "Can do!" Anne let go of Marcy's hand and grabbed a broom from off the rack. "Do you want to come with Marcy? You can wait for me upstairs if you want."

"N-no, I'll come with," Marcy said, clearly at least a little nervous. Anne wasn't, really; it was probably a rattata or something. They'd go after the food waste sometimes. Her father started to call out orders as he stuck tickets up in the window of the kitchen, taking the rest of her Mom's attention away. 

Anne headed towards the alley-side door, Marcy at her back. She was holding onto the back of Anne's t-shirt, hand clearly shaking a bit. Anne was touched by the gesture, even if it wasn’t really that big a deal. She opened the door and looked over to the dumpster. She saw a trio of round, brown-furred sentrets on top of the dumpster digging around inside the bags. Not these again.

"Hey!" She called out, banging the broom against the side of the wall. They shot to attention. "Get out of here!" Anne charged forward, waving her broom in wide arcs at the little robbers. Two of them flammed their tails against the ground in alarm and sprung away from Anne. By the time she got close to the dumpster, the third had joined them at the end of the alleyway, but then all three seemed to hesitate. "Go on! I'm not cleaning up again if you make a mess!" She banged the broom handle on the edge of the metal dumpster and that seemed to finally convince them to flee. 

Anne let out a little satisfied huff. Perfect; now they could finally go up and play games for a bit. She used the end of the broom to close the dumpster with a sense of triumph.

"H-hey Anne? I think you missed one..." Marcy said, pointing at the other end of the dumpster. 

Anne looked to where she was pointing and saw the very tip of a sentret's ring tail sitting there. "Stand back, Marcy..." Anne requested, holding the broom defensively out in front of herself and her friend as she slowly rounded the side. "Hey now... you better go after your friends!" she warned, not in any way prepared to make good on that threat. Once she finally turned the corner Anne felt her heart drop into her stomach. 

Another sentret was sitting with its back to the dumpster, fuzzy body sagging, little paws on its belly. Its little face was all scrunched up. Anne dropped the broom and knelt down, suddenly worried for the pokemon in front of her. 

Marcy leaned down next to her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know... maybe something it ate?" Anne guessed. 

"Senn..." the creature muttered miserably. 

"What do we do?" Marcy asked nervously. 

Anne looked down at the creature for another moment or two before she felt herself resolve. She pulled the sentret up into her arms, its tail dragging on the ground as she stood up and turned to Marcy. "There's a pokecenter a few blocks away in the department store," Anne explained, "I'm going to take Senty there," she decided. "Once they aren't so busy can you tell my parents where I've gone?"

Marcy nodded. Anne turned and, as quickly as her little legs could carry her, started to make her way out of the alley and into the streets of Goldenrod City. 

----

An Hour Later

Anne sat in the waiting room of the pokecenter, kicking her feet over the side of a chair just a little too high for her. She waited anxiously for any news of her new friend. Trainers all around her sat with their pokemon waiting for their turn. The nurse didn't seem too concerned, which gave Anne some hope. It had been almost an hour now, and she was starting to get worried again. The sliding glass doors of the pokecenter opened with a whoosh of air, letting the foot traffic of the department store through.

"Anne!" Her mother's voice cut through her thoughts, turning to look moments before her mother pulled her into her arms. Anne briefly managed to clock her father coming, holding Marcy's hand and looking relieved. Then Anne's mother pulled back, hands on shoulders, and gave her a look that Anne knew meant she was in trouble. "Anne, what were you thinking going off on your own?"

Anne frowned. "Marcy and me found a hurt pokemon by the dumpster, so I brought it here."

Her father arrived with Marcy in tow. "We heard, but why did you go alone?"

"You told me-" Anne held up a finger and shifted her voice down to sound more adult, "not to bother you during a rush unless I was in trouble."

Marcy leaned around Anne's dad to add, "I waited until the last person got their check!" 

Anne gave a thumbs up in approval, happy to hear her plan had worked out.

Her mom let out a sigh before softening a bit. "Honey, if there is any kind of emergency you can interrupt the dinner rush. We don't want you to rush off anywhere alone. It could be dangerous."

"Got it!" Anne nodded in agreement. If she was in a similar situation again, she would be sure to bring Marcy with her.

A new voice interrupted them. "Miss Boonchuy?" They turned to see nurse joy standing just off to the side with a clipboard in her hand. "Your sentret is doing much better, would you like to see them?" She gestured towards the backroom. Anne hopped from her seat and ran so fast towards the sliding door that she almost collided with it before it opened for her. She heard Marcy scramble to follow her. 

The back of the center was full of pokemon and their trainers, though Anne paid them little mind as her head whipped back and forth looking for the sentret she had helped. She spotted it near the back of the room, not resting in bed and instead crouched in the corner. It was standing at alert on its tail, looking anxious. It reminded Anne a little of how Marcy looked when people were paying too much attention to her. "Senty!" Anne called out and waved. 

Senty focused in on her and lowered itself down to her paws and then bounded across the room to Anne. She lept into Anne’s arms and Anne immediately started to snuggle her. Her little arms weren't long enough to return the hug, but her tail wrapped around Anne, which only made Anne want to squeeze her tighter. Anne could feel Marcy hovering curiously just behind her. 

Anne turned to introduce Marcy to their new friend. Senty flattened their ears against their head and hissed, and Marcy flinched back. "Senty, no! Marcy's a friend." Anne said, distressed. Senty stared warily at her for a few moments, but eventually relaxed. Marcy hesitantly reached out to patted Senty's head. 

"Reeeet." Senty purred gently, seeming pleased, and relaxed in Anne's arms again.

Anne looked up as her parents finally caught up to them. Anne looked up at Nurse Joy expectantly. "So Senty is going to be okay?"

"He'll be fine," the nurse informed her. "Ate something he shouldn't have, but with a little rest he'll be alright." she turned to Anne's parents. "I must say though, you should teach your daughter to bring her pokeball with her wherever she goes, it can complicate treatment when we don't have the pokeball on hand."

Her parents exchanged worried glances. "Well…" Oum started, "She doesn't have one. That’s not one of our house pokemon. We think she found it eating food out of the trash."

Nurse Joy's eyes widened, placing a hand over her mouth. "Oh my, is it a wild pokemon?" She looked down at Anne, Marcy and Senty in concern as well. 

"I can be its trainer!" Anne offered preemptively. 

Bee frowned, kneeling down to be on Anne's eye level. "Anne, you're still very young to have your own pokemon. They’re a lot of responsibility."

"Couldn't it stay here at the center until it's healed?" her mom suggested.

Nurse Joy shook her head regretfully. "No, without a ball to contain it, a wild pokemon could pose a danger to our patients. We'd have to let it back out on the streets now that it's not in any immediate danger."

"B-but he'll be alright won't he?" Nurse Joy pursed her lips in that way that adults always did when they were about to lie to kids, so Anne switched focus to her dad. "Please! Let me be Senty's trainer!"

"Anne..." her dad started. 

"I-I'll be responsible, and clean up after it, and promise that I won't cause trouble anymore! Please let me keep him, please!" Anne begged, getting a little misty eyed. 

Her dad frowned, took in a slow breath, and looked back up at Oum. 

Her mom tapped her arm a few times in thought before sighing. "Alright. Fine, let's go upstairs and find a ball for him. But you better keep your word, Anne."

Anne nodded and squeezed her first pokemon tight. "You're coming home with us, Senty!"

"Sentret!" Senty chirped, wagging his tail back and forth. 

Also some art I got commissioned from Byubii of Anne later on when Senty evolves

[dearlyjun]

*inhales* I HAD A DREAM THAT DADDY YEONJUN PAID FOR ME TOR SIT ALL MY PIANO EXAMS which I refuse to take cos like having piano certifications isn't gonna set me up for a job and put food on the table and the further you get the more $$$$ AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT <3

so mmmm now I can't sit at the piano without thinking about him and imagining he's in the room watching and it's so distracting and makes me feel all squeal-y inside

AAAAHAHA join the insufferable brain rot club with sugar daddy jjun 😈 I will not apologize for being an absolute menace.

ah I don’t really know how to play piano, but I can imagine jjun lightly scolding you to focus on playing. you make mistakes sometimes and miss the note cause how can you not with him watching you….but! you don’t get anything unless you play perfectly. he’s waiting!!