#and this is just a lotta objects

[nanowatzophina]

Lol. I actually really dislike how this turned out but I worked too hard on it…

Inspired by @dungeons-and-dragon-age, clearly. Seriously those were a work of art. And the base I used can be found (here)

Love you all and good night!

#Rosal surana #Art #painty brushes #the textures are fun #I’m just bad at doing things other than like… expressions? #I tend to be really happy with expressions but objects have always been where I struggle #and this is just a lotta objects #but it was fun!! #I did have fun! #go see Lay’s to see how to do it *professionally* #just thought I’d try my hand before going to bed—

[mumpsetc]

would u consider making a ranking tierlist for every object show you had watched?

The Tier List I Was Using Didn't Have (Or I Couldn't Find) Unconventionally Centered and SFAIM, Both of Which Ive Enjoyed a Lot and Would Probably Put In Good or Funny.

#Disclaimer I Have Complex Opinions on a Lotta These Like AIB or Object Terror #And I Also Like a Lot of Stupid Dumb GArbage That is Bad #Hence Why Snack Time is So High #Dreamy.txt #Objective Criticism #If You Take ANYTHING From This Tier List Its That You Should Watch The Infamous Object Show #And Tpos Too But I Assume Everyone Here Has Already Done That or Wont Ever Do It #Shoot Me an Ask About Something's Placement if You Want #Im Just Spinnin My Wheels Tonight Haha

[anothermonikan]

Animal Crossing can be so objectum if you want it to be I reckon <3

#sorry I'm normal about being able to put heart effects on the objects yeah #Like I know it's dlc stuff but wahhhhh....I like animal crossing #there's just a lotta cute objects in there as well. I like em <3 #adsdshsdhds #Objectum #Android.txt

[camalyng]

Ace Attorney anime dub bloopers | 1/whatever

#ace attorney #ace attorney anime #ace attorney edit #phoenix wright #pearl fey #lotta hart #aaa bloop #just doesn't feel right tagging the jpn names when this is such a dub thing lmao #i gifed this #objection

[definitelyjunehomestuck]

still foaming at the mouth with excitement over pikmin 4 finally bein announced

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #they only included the three basic pikmin in the lil screenshot they provided so it makes me wonder what new pikmin there will be #cuz i personally don't think they'd avoid showin off any nonstandard types unless they wanted to keep what kinds we'll get a surprise #we should get at least two new types i imagine but that begs the question as to if the main game will omit the previous ones in story mode #cuz that's what they did between 2 n 3. they included the previous extra types in the game but didn't let u have em in the main game #i also wonder if they'll change the onion again #i kinda hope they do cuz the one they made for 3 was like. ''hey that looks neat! sure as fuck doesn't look like an onion tho'' #beyond the convenience of havin all ur pikmin in one spot i didn't rly like the change #lowkey i wouldn't mind goin back to the old onions entirely #also i wonder what the objective is gonna be for the new player characters #pikmin 1 was ship parts pikmin 2 was treasure n pikmin 3 was fruit #they included a lotta old human structures n objects in the reveal clip so i wonder if we'll be playin like. a xenoarcheologist or somethin #cuz at this point pnf-404 has to be pretty well known but it's also still poorly documented #beyond the xenobiology excerpts written by a man who's job is basically a space trucker #n the catalogueing of specifically only fruit by people who were in a rush to just get the fruit at all #nothing is actually *known* about pnf-404 #hocotate freight sold off a fuckload of human artefacts but didn't properly analyze like. any of em #the only real documentation on em is the highly exaggerated n largely untrue marketing done by the hocotate freight ship's ai #anyways that's my pikmin rant for today lol

[dan-crimes]

Splatoon is a very interesting game cuz I do really enjoy the game I love it lots it's the game I for sure play the most outta any video games and the most consistently at that, but it's also the game I probably get the most mad at as well and I don't get mad at games basically at all lmao like the problem isn't with me losing a game cuz idc abt that as long as I had fun while playing the game, the issue is a lotta the times when I lose a game in Splatoon it wasn't a fun experience at all lmao

#I know everyone likes to blame their team and all that but LEGIT #when I complain abt my team it was indeed their fault #maybe not all of them usually it's like one good teammate and the others got 0-3 kills and died like 9-11 times #and the game barely even lasted that long #talking abt Anarchy obviously cuz I rarely get mad at Turf War games unless the OTHER team was being annoying #I won't get mad at my teammates for games in Turf War cuz it's meant to be casual #but S+ and X Battle players? nah I'm not cutting you guys any slack bro #unless they have a really good player(s) on the other team which I can also notice #plus if I actually do bad in a game I will own up to that lol sometimes I just have bad games my shots just aren't hitting #which sometimes that's bcuz of lag bro cuz you know Splatoon be laggin #but not always but it do be happening a lot recently I keep getting like a single disconnect in like all my games #some are from rage quitting pre sure but other ones I think they're getting kicked for flying? #cuz it happens during specials I've noticed cuz I go back and look at the replays and a lotta then happen after using specials #like Zipcaster or Reefslider so I think the game just fuckin explodes or smth from the specials and kicks em outta the game #anyway my main issue with Anarchy Battles is that it seems like people are getting WORSE at paying attention to objective #it's always been an issue but it is like NOTICEABLY WORSE I understand like one or two players being like a slayer or anchor #but when you notice the timer ticking down ya gotta GO TO THE OBJECTIVE!! sometimes ya aren't paying attention I get it #but not paying attention THE WHOLE GAME!! that is where the issue is lmao people need to like #have some sort of tutorial or smth on how to play objectives or smth I dunno man #maybe I'm just too support heavy for my own good I just lookin out for everything

[aeide-thea]

i love and cherish my armpit hair (which i realize is like. Smacks of Hella Basic White Feminism, except, you know, possibly a little more complicated when it's for very extremely trans reasons), but the fact that it's so blond and wispy as to be almost invisible in photos is a serious disappointment to me every time

#if i could wave a wand and get fuzzier armpits i for sure would #non-vellus thigh/stomach hair ditto #chest hair is scarier but also pretty interesting #lotta uncertain confused feelings abt like. what changes i would and wouldn't want exactly #and of course the reality is that you can't really pick and choose #but like. being a fuzzier creature... wistful face #love my fuzzy calves a LOT. like. visually good‚ tactilely extremely good. comforting and satisfying to run my hands along. #like. idk. there's the piece of Gender that's abt perception and there's also the piece that's like. the body you wanna inhabit #i sort of feel like. i wanna be a boy in a girlbody and i wanna be a girl in a boybody #and like. you can't really do both those things simultaneously #(i mean like. you can if yr defining yr terms differently‚ which wld be valid) #(and i don't really totally endorse the way i'm using language here but like. ykwim) #anyway boy-in-girlbody mode is obvs easier to access given the givens‚ but #that mode has girl-in-boybody-mode body hair envy #anyway all of this is like. such rarefied world-of-pure-imagination stuff and it's like. is anyone even willing to meet me there tbh #maybe. outside chance of it. but am *i* willing to meet *them* there and to *ask* to be met there. ouf idk. scary scary scary vulnerable #and then of course i feel like feeling scared and shy is Intrinsically Feminine of me which is SO extremely bullshit #for so many reasons incl that every man i know and love is scared and shy sometimes if not often #(also incl. that plenty of women are confident and/or outgoing! which i feel like is more self-evident as an assertion but. #never hurts to both-sides yr objections to binarist stereotypes so yr not just centering men) #but it just feels like. do you remember those bodycon dresses years ago that had like. a smaller curvier silhouette on them #so there'd be like. the wearer's actual body & then the smaller curvier imagined body carved out of theirs by the colorblocking of the dress #and i feel like. there's whatever the essential 'me' is or was and then like. the more-feminine shape they got traumatically carved into #and now it's just like. any moves i might wanna make‚ i gotta make with the carved-up psyche that's the only psyche i've got #and it just immediately intrinsically undermines anything i might try #anyway. idk. these tags have gone a LOT of different places lol i just. mrrrh. #maybe the actual thing to do is worry less abt gender possibilities and more abt getting physically stronger. cultivate meatiness #good for all genders #anyway uh. apologies for the 4 AM spiral lol #embodiment (is violence)

[dirt-str1der]

Changed my mind about yaoi i think its the greatest thing ever

#Listen to my problems #hi dont read this #i mean i cant stop you but its just a whole lotta penis #like obviously some of it is still objective terrible but oh my GOD some artists are so very talented #i cannot praise ​​kiryu-chan ni korosareru enough for bothering to draw soft cocks like yes ... yess ..... #and in one panel majimers got his arm curled like the frikkin creation of adam picture i love being reminded that joints exist #and the positioning is sublime ... the parts where theyre koving around so much and have to straight up pin each other clutching grabbing . #calves hooked over ankles to press them into the mattress ... #and the classic mating press features as well <33 #and the artist was a genius for drawing that fear taut expression like after the real cocksure ‘gonna eat you alive boy’ face #thank you.... that was truly an epic win for the yaoi community #have i talked about the soft cocks again yet because i loved it for that

[chrismcshell]

ough im gonna have a looooong day tomorrow but then i get a 4-day weekend.... then a 4-day week and then a week-long vacation......... just gotta make it thru tomorrow 🙏🙏🙏

#ray speaks #work stuff #lotta stuff to get done tomorrow AND two (2) in-person meetings. probably gonna be working from 9 to 5:30 💀 #AND [tmi lol] i just got my period. alright *throws all my iron supplements & painkillers in my work bag* #[Objective: Survive]

[greencorncube]

i think i kinda died inside while watching the new II thing

#i mean i only know SOME II fair. #but like why thee fuckies is toy story in here #i don't wanna be rude but the challenges half the time feel like they just pulled them out of their ass- #i know sometimes a lotta object shows do that but like. the challenges are either drama or mephones stupid get the ratings up stuff #no sillies :(

[mumpsetc]

Not to forgivr III for anything but I think right now Bot’s in the middle-ish of finding themselves out? Like they talk with Floor about what they wanna be/look like, but they’re still messy on that front, and their arc in the future is about becoming mire solidly their own person

Though there is Some setup with Bot about them being notably courageous/“badass” with how they were the first person to approach the volcano, but imo that’s rather weak character writing. It’s like dumbing their personality down into “#girlboss, gender-unspecified robot coming of age edition”, with nothing of real substance to back that.

It’s like. I can see where this is going already- a sorta shallow, “finding yourself” type arc continuing through however many episodes that ends with Bot going home their own person, yay! It makes it so they can eliminate Bot anytime they want and still have a somewhat-satisfying narrative ending for them, y’know?

Good Point, They Do Still Have Some "Being a Person" to Figure Out Beyond Gender Stuff and Them Continuing to Do So Till They Can Be Neatly Eliminated Would Make Sense for the ii Crew. I Guess I'm Just Frustrated Because You Can Portray Someone In the Midst of Finding Themself and Have That Character Be Something. God You're Right Though Bot is Probably Just Gonna Become Generically Nice Generically Badass and All Complexity Their Character Could Offer Passed Over Because That Makes Them Less Epic Squee Adorable. I'll Be Surprised if They End Up With Any Negative Traits at All and Isn't Just an Uncomplicated Bastion of Good.

#Ughhghg #Thanks for the Ask Anon That Does Make Sense Though #I Guess Im Just Frustrated That Such a Major Character Whos Ripe for So Much Potential Story is Instead Used Exclusively to Be Cute #Do We Not Have Enough Guys in iii Who's Appeal is That They're Cute/Silly/Goofy/Whatever?? #Also This is Just Me But in Most 'Finding Myself' Media Ive Seen the Flaws/Lack of Personality are Usually Accentuated So Its #The Driving Point WHY This Person Needs to Change/Reinvent Themself #Or Theres Like a Past Tragedy or Something IDK My Point Is Theres Usually a Very Active Driving Force to Make Up For the Character's Lack #Of Defined Self At the Time #So I Think Bot's Meandering Story Isn't Helping There #They Dont Got Much Going On and Neither Does the Story So Its Like Oh Ok #Dreamy.txt #Objective Criticism #AGAIN I APPrECIATE IT THOUGH Youre Making a Lotta Sense

[ladybirdswritings]

Pretty Thing - Cooper Howard (Ghoul) x Reader

Summary: You’re a shiny, pretty prize worth more caps than can be counted on ten hands altogether. There’s something special about you, and the Ghoul is determined to figure out just what it is.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to write for this cowboy for days now and I’ve finally come around to it. Cowboys are my specialty lately <3. Lmk if u love this and I’ll write more (feel free to leave me lots of comments and interactions, I love those!!)

A03 | masterlist | next chap

pretty thing…

“Well lookie here, seems you vaulties ain’t as perfect as you promise to be, huh?”

A furrow of chocolate brows, offense and confusion from sweet Lucy MacLean. This vault promised development in weaponry that the new world had never seen before. It was a thing of storybooks, the kind of thing her dad told her right before her head hit the pillow.

Now, here she was; and it wasn’t a caged weapon she was staring at… no, but rather a caged person.

“This violates all of our policies…” she muttered softly, worry stitched in her soft features as she looked on at the mangled cowboy beside her.

“Tsk tsk, sweetheart. You oughta be more careful with trustin’ these shit-eating freaks. Ain’t you learned your lesson first time round?”

Lucy sighed, falling to her knees and grazing a warm hand against the metal. She looked on at you with pity. Weak, hazy you.

How did you end up in this predicament? You didn’t know. You didn’t remember.

It was as if the entirety of everything you’d ever known was only stitched within your brain in jagged, disorderly flashes. This had to be one too. A flash.

A vault dweller and a ghoul, side by side.

It was most certainly a flash.

“What do we do, coop?” The brunette wondered, doe eyes gazing up at the mangled creature. He only smirked.

“We split. You find your precious tin-man you can’t stop yappin’ bout… and I’ll snatch up this dyin’ cargo. Comprende?”

Lucy had come to trust him, and maybe it was a stupid thing to do. Reality was, though, he’d kept her alive this far. Maybe she owed it to him to follow orders. With a huff, she parted— and then?

It was just you and the ghoul.

Heavy footsteps circled your metal cage, like shark to labored minnow. You were far too exhausted to pick up those pretty eyes of yours from the ground they gazed at.

Chains wrapped round your wrists and ankles, cold metal burned against your spine and cheek. There were two ghouls in your peripheral vision, and each one was the same amount of horrifying.

The footsteps halted, and suddenly the mangled, noseless blur was clear as day before you. Kneeled to your level, observant— cold.

“Well well— look at you, huh? Pretty thing. Now I understand takin’ precautions but damn, sweetie. That’s a lotta chains, hm? What’s so scary bout’ you?” He whispered the last part, thread laced finger lifting to slowly push a loose locket of hair from your dampened face through the cage.

You blinked, forcing your gaze upward so to try and meet his eyes. It was exhausting.

He observed you like you were a foreign object, a diamond in the radiated rough.

“I’d wager to say that you’re just the weapon we was lookin’ for, ain’t you?”

God, he didn’t know just how right he was.

If there was one certain thing you could remember clear as day, laced through the flashes, it was your powers. Each and every one of them, laying dormant now.

You were far too poked and prodded, too drained to even think of lifting a finger.

“Been doin’ this for centuries, pretty thing. Centuries and I ain’t ever seen this kinda experimentation on a little fawn. Hm. Guess you was just unlucky.” His breath was warm as it hit your face. Musing and eyeing your exhausted, slumped figure. Observant, taking his time. Your keepers would be coming soon— he didn’t seem worried.

“Tell you what. You look like you gon’ make me lots of money. So you’re comin’ with me. Don’t you worry, I prefer ropes stead’ of chains, sweetie. You’ll be nice n’ comfortable.”

The more he spoke, the farther away he sounded. You were aware he was a ghoul, that much was certain. Yet even so, no part of his voice, no part of his fading threats were even a little bit startling. No.

His voice was a soft yet strong southern drawl and god— it was far more comforting than the chains and cement floor you’d always known. Perhaps that’s why you let the exhaustion overtake you. Perhaps that’s why you closed your eyes.

Did it matter why? No. All that mattered was that you did.

The rest was a blur. The last thing you remember? Frayed ropes being wrapped round you tight as you were freed from your chains. Mangled, coat covered arms lifting you from the cement and golden teeth pressed against your aching ear to whisper:

“C’mon now, pretty thing…”

Then?

Slumber…

¿to be continued?

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[ramshacklerumble]

honestly one of the biggest questions i had in regards to vice housewarden deuce was: so is the hat a vice thing or a trey thing?

and once again consulting my lil circle of friends, i landed on it actually being a cater thing. trey’s whole thing is that he doesn’t like to stand out or be noticed so i thought it was funny that he just walked around with a hat when no one else did. the thought was cater was who suggested trey wore a hat so people could tell he’s was vice, trey objected, but in the very few bets trey has ever lost against cater he winds up wearing the hat.

deuce continues the legacy, believing the hat was just part of the uniform. he doesn’t realize this isn’t the case until the seniors drop back around when the sdc is back and trey has to break it to him. at that point tho, it’s already become a thing, and deuce continues to wear the hat.

that aside, the way deuce became vice was pretty simple. ace asked him to. in regular ace fashion though, he went: well, who ELSE was i gonna ask? it’s not like i gotta lotta options.

but we all know that even if he did, deuce would’ve been his choice anyway.

i mentioned in the tags of the previous post that deuce is constantly on ace’s ass over his housewarden duties— but unlike ruggie and jamil who ran around doing everything for their housewardens— deuce simply enforces. deuce holds him accountable. and this is generally what deuce does in the grand scheme of the dorm as well.

when ace gives an order, deuce ensures this is carried out and he’s rather good at it. it’s something i wanna explore more during his sophomore year as by the time he’s a junior i feel deuce is far more at peace with who he is and how he uses his past experiences, but because deuce is far more empathetic and willing to be more open with others, dorm members find themselves listening to deuce more than they do ace. (i have a trio of triplet ocs who only exclusively listen to deuce, even when riddle was still around, and it’s because deuce had come to accept his hotbloodedness and learned how to use it to connect with others.)

deuce is aware he doesn’t have the sharp wit ace does or the commanding presence riddle did, but his interpersonal skills are leagues beyond.

he’s more at ease with letting his more passionate side come out when he needs to put his foot down and he’s a fantastic motivator. while he might be second in command, i like the idea of junior year really honing his leadership skills that he eventually takes with him when he sets his sights on the arcane response unit. you can pry high ranking a.r.u officer!deuce from my cold dead hands :)

gently tagging @mundaneasphyxia since you asked so nicely lel this wasn’t going to be a subject i dwelled much on as it’s kinda just part of hashing out timelines for my ships and stuff but like hey if anyone else wants to ask bout anything they’re curious about regarding this go right ahead i guess

#i have epel and jack having been housewardens since sophmore year-- with epel losing the title to another oc of mine for a short while #he has a whole arc of winning it back tho and he is MIGHTY pissed #jack was made housewarden bc leona didnt care and ruggie had NO desire to slap a target on his back #likely sebek is housewarden in his junior year like ace bc he was vice in his sophomore-- silver being housewarden that year #my stuff is v oc dependant just lettin yall know #deuce spade #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst fanart #heartslabyul #gar's art #oathofoaks

[msgexymunson]

Red Handed

Exhibitionist!Fem!reader x soft!dom!Eddie

Description: the Polaroids had started out as just a joke, until you realised how much it turned you on taking them

A/N: this is from an anon ask, hope you don't mind where I went with it. Blended in a bit of exhibitionism and I was liberal with the 'object' Eddie recognises...

Warnings: lotta smut, hella angst, bitta fluff (nice ending we all need love in our lives) reader uses she/her pronouns (minors DNI I will tell your mothers) F! Masturbation, oral M! Receiving, unprotected sex (use some sense y'all) again I'm english so if any americanisms seem odd soz babe. Comments and reblogs are a writers best friend.

Word count: 4.7k

Masterlist

The school hallway was bustling. Teenagers were scooting through, talking loudly, making their way to first period. Some jocks were laughing in a group by the water fountain. A gaggle of nerds were inching cautiously past, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum floor. Stood by your locker, you were taking your time gathering your text books. You were waiting, desire and angst flowing and intermingling in a hot mess in your gut.

Finally, a mop of messy brown locks bursts into view. Eddie's gait is chipper, practically bouncing down the hall. Eddie, your best friend. Who is about to see you nearly naked. Not that he has any idea of course.

"Mornin' princess!" Eddie beams, flashing pearly teeth.

"Well aren't you full of the joys of Spring?" Smiling back at him; it was infectious. Eddie was a ray of sunshine for anyone who actually knew him.

"Just feel good today, have a feeling I might be lucky, you know?" He says, fixing his eyes on his locker, turning the combination.

You wait with bated breath as the door springs open and a small square envelope falls out. Eddie bends lightning fast and grabs it off the floor. Flipping it over, he sees a tiny red heart drawn in the corner. Eddie practically punches the air.

"I fuckin' knew it, today's my day!" He says half to himself, ripping the envelope open. Taking out some Polaroids his jaw drops. You watch as a blush creeps from his neck, up his jaw, and flushes his cheeks. You can feel a mirror of that blush, but the heat was travelling between your legs. God, this is such a turn on. If only he knew. He turns and presses his back against the lockers, hand on his forehead, gawping. He moves the pile to the next one, eyes bulging, then to the final photo.

"Holy shit." His hand compulsively strokes the back of his neck, eyes wide.

"Guessing you got another present then? A good one?" Knowing full well the answer. He nods emphatically, eyes not leaving the Polaroid. The reaction was everything you ever wanted. You don't need to ask what the pictures show, you took them.

The first image was you in your red lace bra and panties, perched on the edge of a desk, legs crossed. The next, your legs are wide open. The final picture was similar to the first, but this time you had removed your bra, your free hand teasing one of your nipples. None of them showed your face of course. Couldn't have Eddie knowing his shy, unassuming best friend was actually a filthy exhibitionist after all.

"You just need to ask her out Eddie, surely you must know who this is?" You try to keep a straight face, but it doesn't matter, Eddie's still looking at the picture. Your words shake him a little out of his daydream state.

"Sweetheart, when I find out who this is I'm gonna fuckin' marry her." You laugh loudly at that.

"Hang on, these are- fuck!" He looks at you. Fuckfuckfuck has he spotted something?

"These are taken at school! That's our English class! Jesus Christ, this is the girl of my dreams" he groans, leaning his head back, bashing it against the lockers. The bell rings.

"Come on lover boy, let's get to class." You bound off with Eddie at your heels, grinning to yourself and hugging your books.

*************************

It had all started as a joke really. Payback. You and the rest of Hellfire, your D & D club, were hanging out, talking shit as per usual. Dustin was gushing about his super hot, super nerdy girlfriend and Eddie was throwing m&ms at him.

"Hey! Just 'cause your jealous! You should go and find a girl instead of giving me shit about mine!" Dustin complains.

"Well, that would be great and all, but I don't even know any girls dingus. Only hang out with you losers." He says, throwing another m&m.

Dustin pointed at you, "y/ns a girl."

Eddie sniggered. "She doesn't count, she's one of us." He playfully punched you on the arm. You pressed your lips together firmly, feeling the tips of your ears go red.

'She doesn't count?' What the fuck. What am I, meatloaf or something? You should have said it out loud, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Once the embarrassment had worn off, you were angry. Storming into your room, you had flopped onto your bed, holding your face, biting back hot tears. Eddie was, well, everything. And you didn't count. The words were burning in your head. You'd been nursing this crush on him for a while, and apparently you may as well not exist. Pulling your hands away from your face you glance over at your desk to see your Polaroid camera sitting there. Hmmm. I'll teach him a lesson.

You took your bed sheet and hung it over your wardrobe. Standing in front of it, you whipped off your jeans and t shirt, changing into a tight strappy top, and posed. It was tricky to take a picture on your own and you messed up the first two, but the third was good. You could see your chest, nipples poking at the fabric, braless, and the side of your thigh was on display. Angling the camera to take a photo of your ass, you managed it on the first go. Lacy black panties riding high, showing the shape of your butt, it was actually a flattering image. I'll show you I count Munson.

That was the first time you had snuck Polaroids in his locker.  You had watched him from around the corner, seen his puzzlement on finding the envelope with the heart on it. When he opened it his jaw fell open, looking around, trying to see if it was a joke. You felt smug. Walking over you grinned at Eddie.

"Hey Munson what you got there?"

"I-I think, maybe... erm, someone got the wrong locker? There's these, erm, photos. Fuck." He's not forming proper sentences, looking flushed and bewildered.

Suddenly it's hard to breathe. You can feel your pulse deep inside, heat pouring out of you. What the hell. This was about getting him back, but the thought of him seeing you in that state, showing your body to him, was intoxicating. Especially since he didn't know it was you.

You tried to steady your breathing. "Maybe you have a secret admirer?" You said, voice much calmer than you felt.

"Shit you think so?" He stared at you with big wide eyes; the look nearly broke you. You just couldn't reveal that it was a joke, not now. He looked so hopeful.

For a few days, you had thought maybe that was that. You had proven your point after all, even if it was only to yourself. That all fell apart when you brought the camera to The Hideout, and took a picture of Eddie on stage. He looked ethereal, this glowing God of a man, and you just had to. You made your way to the bathroom and stripped down to your underwear, taking a picture of you spread legged on the toilet seat, then another with your bra off, free arm covering your breasts.

It excited you; all of it. The sneaking around, the thrill that you might get caught, exposing yourself to Eddie. It made you feel alive. It made you feel dirty. Getting braver and more confident with each mini shoot, the locations got more and more risky. There was the toilets at school, then the woods just outside where Eddie did his deals. Now, Mrs O'Donnell's classroom. You had gotten to school at 6am for that one, the rush of potentially being caught red handed burning through your veins.

You knew it couldn't last though. Eventually you would need to stop. Eddie can be a bit dim sometimes, but surely he'd work it out, and then you'd have to admit your crush and potentially ruin your friendship. Plus, how self-conscious were you going to feel, knowing Eddie knew exactly what lay under your clothes?

One last time. You had said it before, but this time that was it, and you knew the perfect place.

*********************

It was 10pm the next day. Sitting in your car you were staking out the school, building up the nerve. The janitor had left some time ago, but you knew a side door that was never locked properly. Taking a deep breath, you grab your backpack, scoot out of your car and hurriedly make your way to the side of the school.

Moving through the hallways, you open up a small door and navigate your way around the drama room, coming to your destination. You grinned to yourself knowing this was going to blow Eddie's mind.

You're standing in front of Eddie's throne. His Hellfire seat, the one no one was allowed to touch, not even if someone else in the party ran a one shot. It was the cardinal rule. This was Eddie's spot.

Stripping off, you get entirely naked, shivering in the chilly air. Clearly the heating is turned off at night. You sit on the throne, arousal flowing through you already at the thought of what you were about to do, toying at your own nipples, getting them camera ready. The first shot you take both your legs are draped over the arm of the throne. The next, you let one leg fall to the floor, legs spread, cunt on full display.

Softly dragging your hand down, you graze your clit, holding your breath in your throat. Another photo. You glide your fingers through your folds, feeling your wetness seeping out, your arousal already pooling around your entrance. Another photo. You slide two fingers in all the way, letting out a stifled whimper, body on fire despite the chilly air. Another photo.

Finally, you reach to the side, to your backpack at your feet and pull out your red dildo. It wasn't very long, but thick, and covered with small ridges to accentuate your pleasure. You took a photo with it in your hand, held against your naked chest, fingers shining with your slick, then teased it through your folds, gathering the collecting slick emanating from your cunt.

You plunge it into your heat and set a deep and unforgiving pace, angling the sex toy so it grazed your g spot. Another photo.

After that the camera becomes a burden; you hastily drop it on the table in front of you and concentrate on chasing your pleasure. A tight feeling gathers in your stomach, limbs warm, pursuing rapture. Your head starts to feel fuzzy, and you feel wrong for doing this here, in this sacred spot, but that just amplifies your arousal.

You think about what Eddie would say if he caught you right now. What would he do? Would he stand in shock? Walk out? Help you chase your release? Or just watch you? The thought of being caught by him pushed you over the precipice. You came over your hand with a broken groan, biting your lip to try and stifle your noises.

Panting, you remove the toy from inside you, gasping for breath. You have a look at the discarded Polaroids. The last one was hot as hell, back arched, tits on display, red toy slightly blurry as it pounded into you. Holy shit. Eddie's going to explode. You giggle, getting your clothes back on and stuff together before sneaking out.

*********************

The next day you were practically buzzing with excitement, running over to your locker, when you see Eddie's already there. Shit.

"Hey sweetheart, where's the fire?" Eddie smirks at you out the side of his mouth, pushing his locker closed.

"You know me, just eager for a day of learning!" He chuckles at that. "You ok, any presents today?"

"Nope" Eddie says, looking slightly deflated. "Thought I'd try and get here early, see if I could catch them but no dice." He frowns.

"Well, can't be every day. Hey, remember we are hanging out tonight. This is a no frown zone!" You lightly push his arm.

"Oh yeah, yours or mine?"

"Mine. My parents arent home and your room stinks Eddie."

Eddie looks aghast and mimes being stabbed in the chest, flinging himself into the lockers, making an almighty racket.

"Oh, sweetheart, you wound me!"

Some students turn to see the commotion, others keep walking, used to his antics.

"Well it does! Learn to clean your sheets doofus. I'll see you later." You muss his hair and walk off, the envelope full of photos burning in your pocket.

*********************

After lunch you and Eddie make your way to your lockers, trying to stop the knowing smirk from crawling over your face. Earlier, you had managed to sneak out of biology, feigning 'women's problems' (your teacher waved their hand at you with a turned up nose, he clearly didn't want any details) in order to jam the photos into Eddie's locker and run.

When the envelope slips to the floor with a thwap Eddie looks seriously confused. He's had never had an afternoon delivery before. He quickly rips the envelope open and you watch as he seems to break down in front of your eyes. No sound leaves his lips, eyes wide, hand held to his mouth in shock, wheeling through image after image.

"You ok Eds?" You say softly. He doesn't answer for a bit, then coughs, shoving the photos into his pocket.

"Yeah. Fine. See you later." He faces the wall for a second, out the corner of your eye you see him attempt to arrange the growing bulge in his jeans. He tries to walk off whilst hunched over, taking long strides. You turn to follow him with your eyes, and see him practically jogging to the bathroom.

Jesus Christ is he gonna rub one out? The thought blazed in your brain, thinking about Eddie frantically fucking his fist with your photo in the other hand, sweaty and desperate. Sighing, you tense your thighs, saving that image for another time, and make your way to class.

*********************

After having takeout for dinner, you were sprawled on the foot of your queen sized bed, flicking through a magazine. Eddie was leaning up against your pillows, getting a baggy out so you two could have an after dinner smoke. Led Zeppelin is softly playing from your tape deck, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"Seriously, this again? Can't we listen to something else?"

"Nu-uh. My bedroom my rules." You say back, as you had a dozen times before.

Eddie grumbles under his breath, but you know there's no spite in it.

You see Eddie fumbling around out the corner of your eye, patting his pockets.

"Lighters on the bedside table." You say without looking.

"Aha, there you are you little sucker" he grabs the lighter and sparks the joint, taking a few hits.

"You want some of this?" He waves the joint, winking at you. You feel a shiver shoot down your spine, wishing he had meant something else besides the smoke.

"Of course I do, why do you think I hang around with you," you wink back, winding him up.

"Well shit you ain't having any now!" He says, holding his hand high in the air.

You huff at him, stretching over, trying to grab it from waving fingers. You lean further into him but he bends right back into the gap in your pillows, hand underneath them. Suddenly his eyes widen, grin threatening to split his face in half.

"You can take it" he says, passing the spliff to you whilst you stare at him confused.

"I've found something better" he says in a sing song voice, and pulls his hand out from its hiding place, holding your dildo in his hand, waving it at you and laughing.

Shit! You'd forgotten you had jammed it there before he came round! You'll never hear the end of this.

Eddie, still chuckling, looks at it, seemingly for the first time. It drops out of his hand as if it had burned him and rolls off the bed, onto the floor. Eddie's staring at you in shock. You felt your stomach drop out from under you, realising a bad situation just got worse. It was the toy you had used in the last batch of photos. It sat on the floor, glaring at you, matt red. It felt like it was burning a whole in your carpet, setting your friendship with Eddie ablaze.

"Sweetheart..."

You look down, and put the joint in the ashtray next to you. Twisting your hands, you  play with your rings, unable to meet his stare.

"Look, it was supposed to be a joke, I was just getting you back, you know, after what you said? And I started enjoying it and I-I like you and I didn't mean it to go so far and..."

"Will you look at me?" Eddie's voice trembles slightly.

You scrunch your eyes shut, hot tears spilling out the creases of your eyes, running down your cheeks, leaving salty embarrassed trails in their wake.

"I think I'd rather die than look at you right now. I'm so fuckin' embarrassed and stupid, you might as well just leave, I'm a creep, I'm so, so sorry-"

Firm lips press against yours. You lean back in shock, not expecting the sudden kiss. When you dare to look Eddie is staring straight at you, eyes soft, hand reaching out to your fidgeting digits, trying to calm you down.

"I had to-to do something..." your words dwindling.

"You said I said something, what did I say?" He holds your hands, massaging your fingers softly.

"You.. said I didn't count."

"When?" He exclaims, word tinged in disbelief.

"Dustin said I was a girl, and you said I didn't count. I just wanted to show you, I do count. I dunno, I just wanted you to pay attention to me." You gaze at him, hurt etched into your brow.

"Oh sweetheart" holding his hand to your cheek, he strokes your jaw "I didn't mean it like that, I was just tryin' to take attention away from you is all. What was I supposed to do, ask you out on the spot?" He chuckles, pulling you in for another kiss.

This time you're ready, kissing him back with urgency. His lips are surprisingly soft; the kiss tastes of weed, cigarettes and gum, and maybe the lingering hint of strawberry chapstick that glosses your mouth. You both open your mouths, tongues clashing, fighting for dominance. It's messy, and passionate, and everything you could have hoped for. Both of his hands snake to the back of your head, pushing you towards him to deepen the kiss. Your breathing becomes laboured, hands grasping at his t shirt, balling it in your fists for something to grab onto. You nibble at his bottom lip, eliciting a breathy sigh from him.

Eddie breaks from the kiss and moves his mouth to your neck, mouthing and biting, hands running down your back.

"Well," he whispers into your skin between sucks to your throat, "who knew you were such a deviant." He bites into your shoulder through your t shirt making you cry out.

"I-I'm not a deviant" you struggle out, nails raking into the bare skin of his arms.

"Oh really? At The Hideout? At school? On my throne? You're a naughty girl" he gives you a self satisfied smirk and runs his tongue up the length of your neck, drawing out a loud cry from your throat.

"It felt good" you admit to him, "I liked the feeling, that I might get caught." You're cheeks redden at the confession. You had barely confessed it to yourself.

"Such a filthy girl. Jesus Christ, the things I've thought about." He pulls at the hem of your top; you comply, pulling it over your head, exposing your breasts since you had forgoed a bra.

Eddie's groan at your bare breasts vibrates through the air in the room and straight to your cunt. His eyes look like they are about to pop right out of his head.

"The photos didn't do you justice darling. Holy shit, look at you."

You steal the moment he's taken to stare and worship.

"So, are you gonna marry me now Munson?' You joke, biting your lip and smiling.

"Eventually. First? First I'm gonna..." he takes your nipple between his teeth, biting softly, and you take a shocked breath, "I'm gonna absolutely rail you" he takes your nipple into his mouth fully and sucks hard, squeezing the other so much it borders on pain. You wail his name in response. It releases from his mouth with a wet sound. "I'm gonna fuck you everywhere you took a picture."

You laugh incredulously, then look at his eyes, and see his solemn stare in response. Oh, he was being serious. Your pussy contracted at the thought, squeezing around an imaginary length. "You'd like that wouldn't you, you dirty girl?"

You can only hum in response, tugging at his t shirt. He whips it off, allowing your fingers to explore his unchartered skin, running fingertips over his unseen tattoos. Hands stroking, caressing his flesh. Eddie groans at your touches and reaches to undo his jeans, belt undone, popping the button.

He licks the flat of his tongue across your nipple, making you whimper. "You think you can help me out?" Gesturing to his crotch.

"Mmm yeah" you breathe, fumbling with the fly, pulling it down and pushing him backwards onto the bed. You see his boxers,  and reach out to pull them down and release his swollen cock. It pops up, rising from the base of brunette curls, curving slightly at the tip, girthy and dribbling. You kneel between his legs and take the tip into your mouth, moaning around his length. Eddie nearly bucks into your mouth at the feeling, trying so hard not to fuck into your throat.

You take more of his length, nose pressed to his curls, gagging slightly. Eddie makes a high pitched moan. God, the feeling of him at your mercy makes your core hum with need. You run your tongue around his member and lick the sensitive tip, hands slightly squeezing the base.

"Fuck princess I, I can't last if you do that!" He pulls you off and stares in your eyes.

"Where did you take the pictures. I know you must have taken some in here."

You point wordlessly to the white fluffy rug in front of your wardrobe.

"Stand up." You can't find it in you to disobey.

Eddie's strong hands stroke down your sides, making their way to your jeans, undoing them and tugging them down to your ankles along with your underwear. There you stood, completely exposed to him. You could feel yourself dripping almost, slick feathering your thighs.

Eddie licks his lips. "Fuck you are so hot. I wanna taste you. But not now. Get on your hands and knees." He roughly handles you into position and you gasp at how dominant he is being. Every word is shooting to your core, making you throb with need.

You do as you are asked, on your hands and knees, waiting to see what was next.

Rough fingertips graze your heat making you cry out.

"Easy baby, gotta get you ready for me." He slips a finger into your pussy and you squeeze around it desperately, back arching. Slowly, he pumps it in and out, watching you squeal and squirm. The lewd wet noise is echoing through the room along with your moans. He adds another finger and you buck into his hand, fucking yourself onto his digits.

"Shit baby you gonna cum already? Fuck." He pumps his fingers into you faster, curling them into you.

"Eddie yes fuck!" You release suddenly, unexpectedly, squealing his name like a prayer. The molten red hotness of your orgasm peels through your every vein. Panting and sweaty you look back at him.

"Fuck me, you're as pretty as a picture." He chuckles darkly, pulling his boxers down.

"You got a condom baby?"

"No, no please just fuck me, I'm on the pill."

"Jesus Christ you are filthy, gonna fuck this pussy good yeah?"

You push back in response, your soaked lips touching the tip of his cock. He pushes into you, the filthiest moan escaping his lips.

This is what you had been craving. The sneaking around, the thrill of being caught, it was nothing compared to feeling his throbbing dick inside of you, stretching out your cunt so much no other dick could possibly compare. It hurt, but it was breathtaking. A pain you wanted to feel over and over. Eddie gave you a moment to get used to him, hands pressing into the fat of your hips, molding into his palms. Then he did as he said he would, railing into you at an unforgiving pace, pounding you from behind so roughly you were practically screaming. It was animalistic and feral and you fucking loved it. Every thrust was fire, the way he grabbed at you was possessiveness personified. He owned you.

You had never known a boy to be so loud before. His moans and cries were stabbing at you as much as his cock was.

"You like that sweetheart? Gonna fuckin' ruin you." Thrusting, stabbing into you, he grabbed you by your throat, pulling you bodily upwards. You could feel the cold of his rings pressed against you. He squeezed and you let out the longest, loudest moan you'd ever known, crushing his cock with how tight you were inside. Your orgasm came quickly, breaking you down into pieces. You became undone, a broken shell, moans and whines flowing from your lips.

You fell to the floor, hips only staying in place due to his strong hands. He'd released your throat, letting your head flop down, driving into you with even more force.

The overstimulation turned you into a screaming hot mess, but Eddie wasn't done with you yet. Pushing your head down into the rug he continued to force into you hard and fast until his movements began to falter and he released into your cunt. You felt his cum hit your gummy walls and the feeling was just too much, you were so sensitive and sore from the way he had used you. Tears streaked your cheeks, hot against your flushed face. Utterly and completely fucked.

You both stopped, frozen in that ridiculous position, until you felt his fingertips grazing your back tenderly, a harsh contrast from the previous moment you had shared together.

"Was that ok?" Barely a whisper, as if he thought you might blow away in the breeze.

"...yeah" you manage to gasp out, trying to lift yourself, suddenly unable to support the weight of your own head.

"Shit sweetheart sorry." Eddie pulled out from you and you whined at the loss. You'd never felt so empty. But then he was there, lifting your upper half up, getting you to lay back so he could pick you up bodily and lay you out on the bedclothes. Your knees were sore and red and your pussy lips were painful and swollen.

Eddie walked off to your bathroom, returning with a warm cloth. The tenderness honestly surprised you. Never had a boy tried to take care of you after. He swept the cloth between your folds, making you hiss at the contact. Eddie shushed you, cleaning you up. Then he laid facing you, hand brushing your side.

"You ok sweetheart?" He look on his face was practically dripping with concern, his hands roaming over you, trying to soothe and console you.

"Yes baby, fuck that was..  that was something else" you giggle at him, fingers drifting over his torso, feeling at the relaxed muscles.

"So, a nap, then a drive yeah?"

"What??"

"What's the next spot? The Hideout? Don't think I'm finished with you yet, I've got a promise to deliver future Mrs Munson."

You laugh out loud, holding him tightly.

#eddie x you #eddie fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #ms gexy writes #stranger things #stranger things fan fic

[tau1tvec]

Some tips for The Sims 3 Buy/Build

Install LazyDuchess’ Smooth Patch to alleviate lag, esp in Buy/Build and CAS.

Keep your CC merged and organized, esp your patterns, this will also alleviate a lotta lag across all modes.

When building on community lots, or any lot rlly, avoid going to the edit world menu, and just put testingcheats enabled into the cheat window, then shift+click the ground of the lot to enter Buy/Build mode. This makes leaving it to save a lot easier, with less “preparing” screens to possibly get hung up in.

Lower your settings, you don’t need any adjacent lots loaded, and you certainly don’t need super water on either. You can always switch these back on when you’re done.

While you’re at it, remove your HQ mod, and turn off your Reshade/Gshade preset, or at least turn off your depth shaders. I only ever turn on my depth shaders when I’m taking screenshots for better fps while playing. The DoF shader esp requires a lotta resources your game could be using to simulate all those 78 townie sims instead.

Save as… vs Save, I Save as… at least every third save. It’s also just good habit to keep backups.

When using the CASt tool, set down everything you plan to CASt first, then switch to a category like the wall tool to avoid eventual lag and drag when using it a lot. Love yourself. You don’t have to suffer using CASt tool in an overpopulated category like misc deco.

Utilize the clone option through testing cheats to duplicate already CASted objects, it’ll keep your design just like the dropper tool, but it’s a lot less time consuming, I promise.

Don’t be afraid to use the swatch save tool for objects you use often, esp community lot objects, as it helps to keep your aesthetic consistent. I also keep all of my favorite streetlamps, benches, and public trash bins etc in a convenient custom collection folder to speed up the process of doing multiple lots in one sitting. These handy tools are there, use them.

The issue with custom counters. They mess up sometimes, if you can’t recolor it suddenly, here’s how to fix that. Now if you can’t place down a cupboard suddenly, even though nothing’s in the way, and you’ve got moveobjects on activated, try putting it on the wall a tile over, and then try adding it to your desired spot again. Lastly if you set down counters or cupboards at a corner, and it messes up the textures, but you can still recolor it, you could do what the video I linked above does, or you could simply pull out the CASt tool, and switch it back to any of its original swatches and click the check, then feel free to recolor it as you want.

Railings will also do the “can’t recolor” trick too, but this is a simple fix, just delete it, and replace it, and you’re good.

“Oh no, I switched between buy and build mode, and now my catalogue won’t load, and I can’t click on anything at all!” Don’t panic, hit F2 and/or F3 on your keyboard, these are shortcuts for switching between them, and if you’re lucky it’ll load properly again. Should you get the bug where you load a category and it’s somehow empty, don’t fret, just click on a different category and this should fix it. Then if you get the bug where all the objects you put down disappear suddenly, sorry your game is haunted. Call an exorcist, or just reload, they might reappear if you do.

Tbh, if you run into any kind of major bugs, it’s likely a sign to either save immediately or just restart your game. These only ever show up when you’ve been at it a while ( at least for me ), therefore starting fresh wouldn’t hurt. Probably also wouldn’t hurt to check whether you might’ve installed something the game didn’t agree with by running Dashboard, or put it through the ol’ Save Cleaner.

Honorable Mention: Keep an eye on the texture sizes and poly counts of objects. I know it’s tempting to build these ultra hyperrealistic lots with clutter at every inch, but unless you’re just doing it for screenshots, or for your story, or using it very sparingly, it is not by any means recommended purely for gameplay. This is just the truth when it comes to any Sims game. You don’t want lag, or max memory crashes, or save errors? The Sims 3 is a 32bit game, that’s almost old enough to drive, be easy on it.

#the sims 3 #ts3 #tips and tricks

[rainylana]

Eddie Munson Headcanons

note: no warnings just a whole lotta fluff! hope you all are enjoying these updates!!

• prefers cats over dogs. i can honestly see him as a big cat person and a-lot of them probably hang around his trailer.

• can’t stand pineapple on pizza and thinks it’s a mortal sin.

• when he went to prom, he was so embarrassed wearing his tuxedo, which he spruced up in his own style, and wayne made him stand outside by his van for a picture. “your momma would be proud.” he had said.

• has to keep busy and can’t stand not having anything to do. wayne got on to him once for breaking the mail box just so he could fix it.

• makes spoon rings for him and his hellfire friends. wayne had to buy a whole new set.

• wayne hangs up his report cards when he gets a c.

• made fun on nancy for liking sewing. was embarrassed when he realized how much he liked it. made his own fingerless gloves.

• has cuts and bruises all over himself and has no idea where they came from.

• definitely is into parkour and is attacking every object his feet find.

• he’s tried to work the grill with wayne during the summer but can’t ever work it without burning the food. he can’t cook at all.

• he’s a huge eater. he eats and eats and eats.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcanons #wayne and eddie #eddie blurb #eddie munson drabble.