#it goes back farther than this I just got bored

[panic-at-the-fiction]

The death of you

Summary: You and your best friend have your usual movie night except he can’t seem to keep his cuddly hands to himself and your close to physical combusting. Just a bit of your usual order of slightly angsty desired filled romance with little touch starved reader on the side.

Warnings: doesn’t go any farther than kissing just very passionate, very suggestive, Maybe I’m biased as the author, but damn it’s hot.

A/N: So I’ve been out of practice for 10 months now. Haven’t even wrote more than a paragraph that I just turned around and delete 20 minutes later these past few months. But let’s just say I found some inspiration to use for our favorite fictional men and we’ll see how this goes.

Movie night with Eddie, that’s normal, done it a million times. With friends, just the two of you, late at night, middle of day, outside, inside, at the theater, at his house, thrillers, comedies, action, romance, anything and everywhere for years. So why was this time different?

Currently you were sitting on Eddie’s couch watching the most recently picked out tape from the family video store. Steve let you guys borrow them for free as long as you brought the tape back the very next day. You guys watched movies all the time, so why was your heart beating out of your chest like a race horse on its final stretch to the finish line? Was it because his arm was around you?

No it couldn’t be that, Eddie was a big cuddler, it didn’t mean anything. He loved hugs despite his scary image in the public eyes, and he was always finding weird ways to poke, prod, or touch you. He was the type of friend to bite your shoulder when he got bored, an absolutely feral mad man type guy. And he knew that despite your lack of experience with physical affection, you never mind when it came from him. He always got your free pass.

Maybe it was the slow circles you felt him drawing on your skin? Or how occasionally his hands would slip into your hair, playing with it? Much more intimate little things that were making you feel like you were going to jump out of your skin from just the hints at this new kind of physical touch.

Yep, that was definitely the issue.

You tried removing his arm from around your shoulder and instead brought it back down to his side. But when he looked at you with such confused puppy dog eyes, you caved and played it off as just repositioning yourself as you instead wrapped around his arm and leaned into his side, laying your head on his shoulder. You could never deny him anything, just another issue of being so damn in love with your best friend.

As the movie ticked on and you both stuck to your usual quiet with some slight hilarious commentary during the movie, Eddie eventually pulled you closer so that he could bury his head into the back of your neck. One of his hands came up to play with your hair some more.

You knew he wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore. He couldn't possibly see it, the way he was laying his head into your neck. Of course, it wasn't a very intriguing movie either, just not a great pick this time. But now he was rubbing the same small circles right under your ear, this time, and every so often his hand would find itself tangled in your hair. You tried to keep yourself straight and breathing consistently without letting your mind wander too far. He had to know this! That HE was killing you slowly.

Your breath nearly hitched this time when you swear you felt him ever so lightly brush his lips against the side of your neck. Did you imagine that part? God, you hoped he would do it again.

You weren’t even questioning why he would do any of this, you just knew you had to get yourself out of there before he realized how much of a mess this was turning you into.

As the movie came to an end you swear he had brushed his lips against your neck at least twice more, and you still couldn’t tell if it was intentional.

“Eddie it’s getting late I’ll have to go home soon.”

“Yeah” he muttered into your hair, all the while holding you tighter.

You gave him, and even more importantly, yourself, another minute before attempting to pull away. “Eddie, I have to get home soon.” You sounded like a broken record as you once again tried half-heartedly to pull yourself free from him.

He only pulled you back in and buried his head into your other shoulder. His arm came around, this time drawing lines down the front of your neck, and you shook at the feeling. This time your hand came up, cupping his head and running your fingers through his hair. Which only caused him to brush his lips against your shoulder once more. That’s it, it had to be intentional.

You swore you would combust into flames if you stayed there any longer like this. As every trace down your throat made you stop breathing. “I'm going to have to be the bad guy. I have to go.” You said, completely pulling away from him this time, moving to the other side of the couch.

He groaned, but nodded as he let you move away from him this time. He ran a hand through his hair before staring at you, darker and more lovingly than you had ever seen before. “Man, you're pretty with your hair messed up.”

God, that was the final straw. You jumped up off the couch. “You can’t say shit like that, Eddie.” You ran your hands up and down your arms, trying to stop how shaken you felt. Your nerves were on high, and he was still looking at you with that same stare.

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Because what?”

“You’re my best friend. You can’t sit here and hold me like that, and stare at me like that and kiss my neck softly like that and then expect me to just be able to functionally drive home like it was another normal movie night hangout.” You snapped. He had you wound up and your lack of dating experience left you mad for more touches from Eddie.

He sunk low and pain hit you in the gut. “I didn’t realize I was crossing any boundaries of our friendship.” He said, leaning back on the couch. “The last thing I ever wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.”

You sat back down next to him, panicking as you realized how he took your reaction. “No, god no, no that’s not what I meant. You never make me feel uncomfortable, Eddie. EVER! I mean, it wasn’t bad like that. It was good…horribly, terribly good. The kind of good you aren’t supposed to feel when watching a movie with your best friend.” You rambled.

So this was how you were going to confess to him your feelings. Man, he had you so on edge, you would admit anything to him right now if he asked.

That almost hungry stare returned to his eyes as he looked back down at you. You had read about that stare before, many times, and honestly, you thought it was an overused phrase in romance. The hungry stare, but honestly, what else could you call a look like that?

“God, you’ll be the death of me, Eddie Munson.” You laughed, not being able to look at him as long as he stared at you with those big brown eyes.

“You should stop taking the lord's name in vain. It’s a bad habit.” Eddie whispered as he leaned closer to you, getting inches away from you. Your four heads were nearly touching, causing both of you to gently close your eyes at the feeling.

“It's funny, I didn’t have such a problem with it until now.”

You could feel his breath so close to you as your hands found their way back into his hair. He slowly dipped his head further down, leaving the same light kiss in his wake. He could feel you pull him closer and the kisses gained more pressure in a way you had been craving since he first came anywhere near you with his light touches.

As he kissed harder into your neck, your hands switched from running through his hair to almost pulling at it. You began leaning back further on the couch as you pulled him down with you until Eddie was over top of you. You wanted to give him the room to be fully on top of you, so you wrapped your legs around him as he put his whole force over you.

You felt engulfed and dazed in a way you never experienced before as he began to kiss you faster moving sporadically across your neck until he had kissed almost every square inch of you. You focused on keeping your breathing even, trying to spare yourself embarrassment from how simply he had you melting underneath him.

He pulled away from you, hovering over you with that same stare that was filled with so much adoration in it. “God, I would keep you here all night like this. Just right here, all mine, and with nowhere else to be. It’s just so satisfying to be able to wrap you up and hold you in a way I know no one else gets to.”

“You know, I think… I don’t really have to get home tonight. No one’s going to miss me if I stay here.” You said breathlessly.

Eddie grinned like the devil looking over you. “Good,” he said as he finally bent down, capturing your lips. His hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your head up to meet him.

That was the last straw, you were a melted puddle that belonged to him now. If this was to be only the beginning of the evening, then surely Eddie Munson was going to be the death of you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader

[snaileer]

Dare to Live (Part 1/2)

DPxDC

The first they see of the mysterious figure is barely a flicker above the battle. Only a few of them really spot it and the rest only see it due to footage from the bat plane.

Any other footage after it is the equivalent of child’s colorful finger-painting regarding the figure.

Superman doesn’t even pause to evaluate the flicker in his peripheral before he goes back to trying to push the newest alien ship away from Metropolis.

Why was it always Metropolis?

Why not St. Louis? Or, or Fountain, Mississippi? Or literally anywhere in Canada! He has nothing against Canada, he would just like to go farther than his city borders to stop an alien invasion, just once. For some variety, you know?

Just as Batman’s plan starts working, and they’ve finally got the mothership on the edge of Metropolis, Clark’s grip goes light.

For a moment, he panics, worried they have kryptonite or some shield or repelling ray, but when he’s still able to fly backwards he realizes that’s not possible.

Instead, he stares in awe at the figure stationed above them, above the heroes, the ship, all of it.

The man is large, at least as big as Clark, with one hand stretched out to the ship, and there’s just enough time for Clark to see a large skulled ring on the man’s hand before he swipes downwards and Clark watches as the entire mothership crashes downwards with it. Hull crushing inwards as if gravity itself has increased upon it.

Clark looks back up at the man, taking note of the large glowing green crown above his head, and the starry black cape that sways gently behind him despite the winds that sheer against Clark’s face. His hair flows gently as well, giving off the same glow as the crown, even though it shouldn’t be visible in the midday sun.

In fact, the man’s entire figure seems to glow, only getting brighter as he holds his arms out and streams of sickly green light seem to stream towards him from around the city, around the battle site, all absorbing into the man with a green flash.

Clark only spares a glance to Batman to get an affirming nod to check it out before he’s flying up to him, hesitance growing as he watches the figure survey the damage with eyes of pupiless green.

The figure smirkes as he approached, meeting him in the middle but saying nothing, only serving to increase the tension in the air around them.

When they were even, Clark chose to take the first step of diplomacy, “I am Superman, Protecter of Earth. Thank you for helping us, But..Who are you?”

The figure stared at him for a long time, eyes boring into his skull with an intensity not unlike Batman’s. The feeling of judgement being passed weighed down on his shoulders before, finally, they spoke,

“I am High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms of the Eighth Dimension,” Power radiated through his voice, “The Great One, Feller of the Tyrant Pariah Dark, Tamer of Vortex, Conquerer of My Future Now Past, Keeper of Death and Life, Wielder of the Ring of Rage, Bearer of the Crown of Fire and The One True Balance.”

Superman felt an icy grip around his heart as he took in everything those titles could mean. And if his experience with extra dimensional beings was anything to go by…

“You are well met, Superman, Protector of… Earth.”

The king seemed to hesitate on the planet, indicating maybe an unfamiliarity with it, but then why would he be here?

Superman composed himself, remembering the diplomatic training of the league, “And.. Your Majesty is here because…?” Words seemed to escape him as he stared into those eyes.

Silence reigned between them again, tense and still, not even the king’s cape seemed to move anymore until the his voice broke it.

“You will find out all in due time, Superman of Earth,” He paused and glanced around them, eyes suddenly clarifying to just two Lazarus green irises, “But for now, I am here simply to observe.”

Without pausing, the king began to fly down to where Clark could see the other heroes congregating.

Superman followed just in time for Batman to step forward and ask him for an introduction and more importantly, information.

Clark jumped in to avoid the amalgam of ominous titles, simply saying, “Batman, this is King Phantom of the Eighth Dimension. He’s.. visiting?”

Batman raised a patented bat glare at him, “Eighth dimension, is that at all related to your troubles with a certain fifth dimensional imp?”

That’s exactly what he’d thought but by Rao he hoped not. Just as he was about to reply though, King Phantom cut in with a flare of his glow.

“Watch your tongue, Man of Bats, accuse me of being a fifth dimensional pest again and we shall see how long you last in no dimensions at all,” the king paused to look down at him, “Mortal.”

#batman #danny phantom #batfam #dc #batman and robin #danny fenton #young justice #danny phantom crossover #bruce wayne #tim drake #Superman #Clark Kent #justice league #dp x dc #dp #Danny phantom justice league #metropolis #this free access if anyone wants to write more #but there is also already a second part #Tucker foley #Sam manson

[oleander-nin]

Horrortober Day 22- Mark(Yandere Rise Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: blood, kidnapping, caged + restrained, description of death, slight gore(?), being branded(?)

Words: 1945

Summary: The purple dragons pushed Donnie too far and Donnie refuses to lose you.

Nausea rolls through you, pushing you back into a state of consciousness. You felt stuck, small walls pushing at your sides and metal digging into your side. The only source of light you could see was a single, flickering, fluorescent bulb in the middle of the room outside your keep, the artificial light burning your retinas and your eyes watering from the bright heat flashes. Its constant flickering made your eyes burn, the room flashing between dark and dim in short bursts. You slowly blink, trying to quell the headache and the numbness in your limbs while you groan. Voices can be heard around you, drilling into your head and making it spin. You try to lift up your hands, wanting to press the palms into your eyes to help the burn, but find them stuck behind your back. Your mind goes blank, confusion making your eyes go into focus as the heaviness in your mind starts to lift.

Donnie didn’t use ropes. With his tech and now mystics, he’d always used something metal and lockable. Something you had no chance of getting out of. You carefully roll over, your eyes drifting to look out the bars of the cage you were in, shoes and legs right in front of you. Your eyebrows furrow and panic starts to spike in your heart, slowly realizing you weren’t with Donnie anymore, and you weren't sure this was better. The voices continue to sound, now clearer that your mind has started to kick out the fuzz. Craning your neck, you can see the faces of your new kidnappers, the bright purple jackets sparking your interest. You weren’t sure who they were, but the color and style peaked your interest. You were sure you had seen them somewhere before, but couldn’t place it. The only thing now was just hoping they were kinder then Donatello.

You watch the animated arguing between the lavender-haired girl and the small boy with glasses, her voice raising with each syllable. While half the words were still muffed in your cottony ears, you could tell what it was about. They were arguing about you. How they got you here was still a mystery considering you don’t remember leaving Donnie’s lab since he first brought you there. Even your poor excuses of escape attempts didn’t lead you farther than the first split of the sewer tunnels.

“So, Jason,” The purple girl spits, her face slowly going red with anger. “Tell me how you managed to grab them, but forget to leave the note?! How else are we supposed to get Othello here?”

Jason shrinks in on himself, his shoulders touching his ears as he takes a step back from the angry girl. He starts to respond, but her voice carries over, completely bulldozing over his response and continuing her tangent. Your eyes drift over the room, no longer finding the fighting interesting. Your eyes meet with the third member’s, his dark eyes boring into yours. His eyebrows raise while he stares back at you, conflicted on what he should do. He tries to gain the attention of the rampaging girl, but she just snaps at him and he quickly gives up.

You shrink back into your cage, shaking your head while trying to silently plead with the man to not let her know. Your brain supplied you with dangerous thoughts and images, knowing that the leader would not react well to you. From how she was acting, she seemed already to be on edge, and you would much rather her take it out on the thin boy than on you. In an act of what you assumed was pity, the dark skinned boy keeps his mouth shut, only leaning against the wall to also watch the fight. You let yourself relax, breathing out in relief while the two fighting pay no mind to you nor the third member.

A loud crash sounds and your head perks up, your pupils shrinking while the arguing kidnappers grow quiet. No one speaks for a moment, the whole room silent as you all wait for something new to happen. The lavender headed woman speaks up, her voice steady as she reaches for a remote.

“Grab your drones, someone’s here.” She hisses, gesturing for them to follow her out the door. The two men shrug, both filing out the room as well, all seeming confident to get rid of whatever intruder happened upon their base. The door closes and locks with a small click, your eyes staring at the door willing for the young man who kept your secret to come back. You didn’t want to be alone, even if your only possible company was three assumed criminals.

You don’t hear anything for a while, the silence eating at your mind. You roll onto your other side, trying to make yourself more comfortable in the cage that was in the wall. Loud screams make your blood run cold, your eyes darting to the door once more. As they continue, nausea and panic strikes you. You wished more than anything the silence would return again. You move to the back of the cage, your heart pounding while tears brim and spill from your eyes. A final cry sounds before the area is encased in silence one more, a silence that suffocates and tries to bore out your heart. Your eyes blur from the tears and panic coursing through your veins, only noticing the door was being opened from the creak of the hinges. 

You hold your breath, your tears running silently down your cheeks as pressure grows in your chest. A familiar voice calls out, green skin and purple bands emerging from the darkness. His dark eyes were cold with fury, but you somehow knew it wasn’t aimed at you. His eyes sweep the room before landing on you, his gaze locked on yours from the door. He crosses the room, kneeling before your cage and ripping the bars from the hinges. You continue to cry, unsure whether to be pleased or scared to see him once more. Only up close could you see the blood staining his hands, the black wrappings around his forearms damp with the same liquid.

You cringe back from his outstretched hands, gagging at the smell that follows them. Donnie notices and backs off. He stares at you for a moment, his face losing the anger it held before as he looks down at his palms. He hums in surprise, his own face twisting in disgust like he only just noticed the blood that coated his fingers.

“Apologies,” He mutters, trying to wipe off the red stains on a handkerchief that his battle-shell supplies. “I hadn’t noticed their filthy blood on my hands.”

He dumps a generous amount of hand sanitizer on his palms, the clear gel taking the stains and grime off while he wipes it away with the same cloth. His hands now clean, he tries again, not letting you avoid his grip. He tsks in disapproval at the sight of the rope on your arms and legs. Not bothering to try and untie it, he simply cuts it off with an arm of his shell, pulling you into his lap now that you are free. His beak presses into the crook of his neck, his heart faintly beating through the hard confines of his plastron. He breathes deeply, his hands wrapping around you and holding you close, not giving you the chance to slip off him and run. You changed ownership again, back into the arms of your familiar monster.

You shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck, your own heart beating up a storm from the stress of the situation. He picks you up soon after, his grip shifting but not loosening in the slightest. You’re both silent as he leads you back through the warehouse you were kept in, blood spattering the rooms Donnie met the trio in. Your stomach lurches at the sight of their mangled bodies, blood and flesh stuck to the walls where the skinny boy’s head seemed to have been smashed against. You couldn’t recognize the woman’s face anymore, her nose splintered and bone structure split. You don’t let yourself look at the young man who kept your secret, not wanting to know how his blood was spilled as well. You close your eyes and bury your face into the murder’s neck, trying to not sob from the brutal scene he caused.

The wind is harsh when you exit, as if the world knew of the recent sins that the hands holding you caused. You try to keep your breathing steady, not wanting to cry in front of Donnie. He’s already seen so much of you, and you’re tired of crying in front of someone who never cared for your tears.

He sets you on the floor of the tank, letting the door to the vehicle close and lock behind him. Instead of getting into the driver seat immediately, he kneels in front of you, his eyes heavy and hands damp while he holds your face. The strong scent from the recently used hand sanitizer makes your eyes burn, not helping you in the attempt to hold back tears. He coos down at you, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs in a poor attempt to comfort you. The blood still stains his forearms, drying on the fabric and breaking off into small dust that coats the floor. Donnie either doesn’t notice, or doesn’t care, his eyes focused on you.

“I’m never letting this happen again. I’m not letting anyone else try to take what’s mine.” He murmurs, his eyes hardening at the memory of waking up without you near. He sucks in a deep breath, his hands finally leaving you as his eyes and markings start to glow. A small flashlight looking object forms in his hands, his eyes returning to the familiar black but his marks still bright with power. He takes your chin while you're still confused, moving too fast to give you a chance to process what he was doing.

He presses the head of the object into the  flesh of your neck, a small click sounding while your skin buzzes from what feels like a shock. You yelp and try to pull away, but he holds you steady for a few more seconds, shushing your cries of discomfort. He lets the object fade out of existence once he pulls it from your neck, his thumb rubbing over the tingling skin. You pull away from him and he lets you, a smile on his face when he sits in the driver's seat and finally starts the tank.You continue to sit there even as he starts to drive, rubbing at the skin of your neck despite the weird feeling long gone. You stumble to your feet, moving to one of the side chairs to sit in. You let your eyes drift to the window, your mind drifting and reeling. You felt numb, like you were stuck in between consciousness and oblivion and couldn’t decide whether to stay awake or let the darkness console you. Your reflection stares back at you, the bright lights from the outside making the window a transparent mirror. Your eyes fall to your neck and your stomach rolls, your mind stuttering to a halt. Right on your neck, vibrant and nearly glowing was Donnie’s mark, clear as day on your skin. Your hand reaches up, trying to smudge it off, but it stays firm. You were marked, branded in the same way as his inventions as something he owned.

Donnie had made you his, now and forever. 

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[justblades]

⌕ STRIKE A POSE, 18+

⟢ PROLOGUE of Strike A Pose! HSR MEN X FEM READER FANFIC WC : 1.3k

⟢ WARNINGS : EXPLICIT, MDNI.

⟢ SYNOPSIS : Your camboys in your university.

Our upbringings mold our young minds and the fragile hearts - defining our vulnerabilities, sketching what wounds us and most of all, shaping our perception of the real world where in events unravel one after another as if they were adamantine threads of fate already woven together. Life is a series of these scenes, and these scenes aren't always pleasant for the juvenile bud.

You recall a particular memory, one that you thought you've buried deep already: a sight of two olden lovebirds bickering with each other catches the depths of your eyes. Hearing spiteful words spur out of their mouths that the very same part they use to convey their love for each other has become a common routine now.

Another flashes in your mind: it's you and the never-ending sighs of disappointment whenever you'd hear people tolerate their partner's wrongdoings. Ranging from hurtful sentences that pierce through their beloved's heart with its sharpest side, to stinging actions inflicted upon their lover's that swell like a reminder, that maybe their partner doesn't love them as much.

"So you still have no plans of committing at all?" As if you were pulled back into the bitter reality, hesitation lingers from the answers you intend to verbalize. "They say that if you haven't found love in your college life, there's a high chance you won't as well in your workplace."

You leaned farther back on the chair, arms crossed with no care at all for how you looked like. After all, you're just waiting for your form, a proof that you're finally enrolled for the second year in your university. "I'd rather die alone than dedicate my life to someone who'll eventually mistreat me as time goes on."

Meanwhile your navy haired friend chuckles and copies your exact same actions, "Don't jump into conclusions, you'll never know what destiny brings you~" He coos, a shit eating grin carved on his features. You scoff in exchange and turn away from him, not until it's finally your turn for the form and approached the nearby table.

You hand your ID to the student in charge, he swiftly types all the needed information and input it to the computer. It drags on as you gradually got bored from hearing all the keyboard clattering noises - you whip your head upwards to check out the student for a moment.

The student had a surprisingly well-built body from how his button up tee hugged his stature, along the hems of the sleeves are his biceps and triceps flexing in each of his movements— trailing up, his azure irises were like the vast seabeds of skies, reflecting the image in front of him as he continues typing . . adorned by such masculine features was a solemn look he's wearing. His lips were pursed into a thin line, you could sense the concentration his aura is exuding.

"Alright, there you go."

You blink your eyes in repetition, bringing yourself back to the earth that felt like lightyears away as you get lolled into the male's deep, focused gaze. The blond reaches out your registration form, you gratefully accept, your fingers brush past his calloused, fair skin. Just as you were to take your leave, you catch a quick glimpse of the ID lace he was wearing. A criminology major.

Sampo waits for you by the end of the line, his smirk never ceasing anytime soon. "Interested in him? You're lucky I have intel." He comments while you wave the form in front of his face and pass by the male. He immediately follows suit from your flat footsteps outside the lab, spewing stuff about him despite you feigning disinterest towards the student. "Gepard, the College of Criminal Justice Education's President. I heard he's quite a reliable guy, morally good also."

"Well, given that he's taking Criminology—" Your best friend's words were cut off by a loud blaring sound from the speakers standing tall by each corners of the vista of buildings inside the campus. "Good day, everyone! May the listeners be freshmen, upperclassmen, juniors or seniors - we wish you a fruitful semester just ahead of us in a week! For more inquiries, feel free to ask us by the Window 8 of the registrar's building."

The abrupt announcement then comes to an end, the once noise filled campus falls silent for a short moment. You draw a sigh once again, just thinking of your summer break ending that fast drains all the future enthusiasm out of your body. Come to think of it, you also have a seminar to attend to by the next Monday. A seemingly 'informative' seminar that tells you all about the university's functions, its privileges that it can provide to its students, what to do in case of problems and stuff like that - you were thinking of not attending anyway.

As Sampo bids his farewell with once more with a cunning smirk playing on his lips the very last glimpse, you quickly hopped in your home with hefty feet and fatigue stricken body. It's been an awfully long day, the semester is just yet to start but you're already out of sham excuses to tell yourself to keep pushing through the hectic university life.

Maybe this is where lovers come in, having a person to pertain to as your home, your comfort - your solace is the sweetest part after a dreadful day. Maybe it's getting to tell them the events that unfolded and what your reactions were while they gladly listen, forever entertained by the faces you're making and the wholehearted storytelling. Maybe this is why people love. Maybe this is how people fall in love.

Among your circle, it's just you and Sampo who are single. Everyone else was taken, hence why you can't take up much of their time blabbering about the most nonsensical things of your daily life since they're busy with theirs as well. Although you're single by choice, you have no idea what's the situation for your best friend Sampo. Perhaps he's in the same boat as you, but the only factor stopping him from committing is his intense love for money, wealth, overall, riches.

The clock's longest arrow now ticks by the 10th digit, while the second shortest strikes exactly at 12. You whip your laptop out apace, typing the keys to which words then flash in the screen. The site's iconic colors of black and red bounce off the dim lit walls of your bedroom, as well as a familiar sight long engraved in your mind appears once again, much to your delight.

As usual, he's opening his stream in lento - starting it off rather sweet and wholesome such as asking his viewers how are they, the intricacies of small talk. Although you had to admit, his honeyed voice sounds dulcet sweet. A perfect sound to get off to after a tiring time.

Eyeing each of his actions carefully, he thrusts his hips upwards, showcasing his erect, clothed cock from the sheer thin clothing of his boxer shorts. Arousal pools in your slit, you fiddle along your clit and close your eyes shut, immersing yourself in the feeling - imagining as if your favorite creator was right there, atop you, spreading the muddy white liquids in your folds with his slender fingers.

Yes. This is how you cope with stress and loneliness. It is a sequestered hobby or more of an interest of yours that you never plan to reveal to people. You're fine with the things as they are already. Plus, there are 5 more camboys to choose from: if you ever get tired of your current one, you can watch someone new depending on your mood and which one of them suits your current self's tastes.

You're forever grateful for stumbling upon this dick virtual haven that helped you get by in times of difficulty and in need.

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[currently-tired]

i need to write doomrichards.

so badly.

you guys don’t even knowww omg!!! they’re the most divorced. doom hates reed so much. he loves him so much. he’s obsessed. completely and utterly obsessed.

they’re both hung up over each other. they can’t get over each other, even after all the fighting and attempted murder and betrayal.

Doom will never stop chasing after the fantastic four despite the fact that he has a LITERAL COUNTRY TO RUN?!?-

they both look back, and regret. (what could’ve been changed, to prevent this?-)

Doom sees that Richard and Susan are dating and has to choke back a wave of anger. A desire to kill and rage. (…He knows exactly why. But he chokes it down, pushes it back, fills himself with thousands of excuses of why he hates it so much. Because it can’t be that. Anything but that…)

He can’t bring himself to get rid of the tchotchkes that Reed gave him so long ago. With that charming smile on his face as he said “Come on Victor! Your desk is looking a little boring.”

(Something Victor received with an eyeroll and a scoff…)

But there it was still. Five years later. An ocean apart from where it was received. (Both in distance, and sentiment.)

Think of Reed being reminded by little things. hearing music from Victor’s favorite band on the street. A strong cologne.

A suit of armor at the museum, when he goes to give a lecture…

A peek of brown hair in a crowd, in a similar cut to the way his was, before he began hiding it away. It makes Reed do a double take, before he remembers…

A flash of green in the crowd that surrounds them, after they stop some villain.

(Something that makes him pause, his satisfaction after a battle well fought with no injuries to anyone wavering… His smile, as he teased Ben over something stupid fading into a contemplative look, that then faded into the slightest of frowns.)

Maybe he likes to think he got over it. Maybe he is over it, some days more than others.

(But still, he haunts him! Imprints of his likeness, whispers of Victor, everywhere!-)

When the dust settled, they found themselves on two opposite sides. Day by day, they get father and father.

And every day, whether they want to or not, they think of each other. Wonder, how it would’ve been if everything was different. [If they had been born into different situations, if that stupid flight had gone another way. If they had taken another choice directly after it.]

…If they had tried to talk to each other, even years later.

(Ha!- Doom would never sink to that lowly level. Never! He didn’t feel a thing for that man!-

Didn’t miss his hands, running down his spine. Didn’t miss his optimism, his smile, his genius. {Ha! He was so damned stupid! How could he miss something that was never there?!}

Victor felt nothing for him! He just needed him to know his superiority over him! He needed to rub it in. (And every time he lost, just another motivator. Anger. Rage. Bitterness. Jealousy!)

Another trap. Another situation.

One step father down. One step farther away from him.

(…But sometimes, despite all the things he shoved down, and the other things he tried to embrace all the more, he couldn’t help but wonder…. Would it all have played out the same way? Did it have to be this way?..)

#honk shoo posting #doomreed #reed richards #victor von doom

[dailydegurechaff]

challenge: hollow knight bug tanya

vessel tanya

my thoughts got long. warning under the read more for Hollow Knight spoilers.

ok listen listen, while i have you i need to implant an idea here

This oversimplifies both character’s motivations and stories a bit but like. do you see what im cooking. the vibes are THERE

like. Being X wants to bring Salaryman to his lowest to see if that suffering will make him a believer. Salaryman's values revolve entirely around his autonomy & free will. so an au where being x reincarnates Salaryman/Tanya into Hallownest as a Vessel, a creature that is meant to have no agency and is generally very doomed

so we'd see HK AU!Tanya (Bugurechaff if you will) trying to survive in this new world, but also slowly learning the lore of this world and what's happened to it. and I think over time, as she discovers who the Radiance is/was, she'd probably realize the similarities between Radiance and Being X and go "Hey wait a damn minute." My thought is she'd have a classic Tanya Misunderstanding Moment and misconstrue the two of them as one entity. Whether this fills her with vengeful rage and she takes it upon herself to destroy the Radiance, thinking Rad is Being X, I'm not sure. I could potentially see it.

some other vague ideas

Tanya's whole shtick is that she wants to achieve a comfortable, safe life where she's free to do whatever she wants. I genuinely believe that after somehow escaping the Birthplace, fighting through the ruins of Hallownest, and eventually coming across the town of Dirtmouth, she'd gladly end her adventure there. Think about it. Dirtmouth is safe, nothing really substantial goes on up there. There's no point for her to go back into the depths if she can just live peacefully there without any problems. There is nothing to stop her from doing this. Like, does she need the Geo to buy a house? No point, the whole town is virtually abandoned, just pick a house and live in it. Elderbug actually says this about Iselda moving in.

I think the point I’m trying to get at here is that if the story will let her, Tanya would probably get complacent. Which means that we'd probably need to find a reason to force her to act if we want her story to go farther than just 'makes it to Dirtmouth, the end' Do you think she'd get bored eventually? What is there to do? As said previously, nothing really goes on there, and there are very few permanent residents.

One way I feel like Tanya could be pushed is in regards to her social motivations. Like. I feel like she needs to be seen as a respected, productive member of society in order to feel fulfilled. I don't think she could get that in Dirtmouth, so the question is: Is this desire enough to overcome her desire for safety?

I think motivating Tanya to get moving and back to exploring (and therefore learning about Hallownest & by extension the Radiance) could be more easily accomplished by giving her companions who drag her outside of her comfort zone. So like. Let's drag more YS characters into HK.

In my head I have the mental image of tiny little vessel Tanya rescuing some other travelers on her way to find a safe place to settle. These travelers being Bug!203rd Battalion (Visha, Weiss, Koenig, Neumann). And she just absolutely destroys whatever was endangering them. And they're so impressed by her they just end up following her like lost puppies.

And like. Vessels can't speak. So she can't just tell them to go away and leave her alone. So she has an entourage now, who at least can help her fight. They also probably tell her about Dirtmouth, and they travel as a group to bring her there.

Maybe after she makes it clear she'd like to live peacefully in Dirtmouth, they end up leaving her. Only to return later when she's gotten restless, new party member in tow (Grantz!), who she helps to train and such.

Also also, Vessels being unable to speak definitely creates problems for both Tanya and the narrative. It has the possibility for hilarity with the good old Tanya Misunderstandings that YS is so good for, but also it creates problems with getting her to interact with people. There would have to be a LOT of charades, characters conveniently bringing up information to her, or conveniently guessing what she's trying to get at, which i feel would be hard to do naturally.

You could perhaps solve this with her meeting someone who can teach her to write or sign? Like Lemm or Quirrel. I think it'd be cute to see Relic Seeker Assistant Tanya with Lemm for a little while. I doubt she'd have an interest in the relics, but he'd probably give her a lot of insight into Hallownest history.

the Type 95 is definitely a charm in this universe. In HK canon, we're told charms are created by a bug's dying wish or something to that effect, so my first thought was that it would be a charm made by HK AU!Schugel's death that Tanya ends up getting her hands on, and then Being X blesses it... But then we also see in HK canon that Leg Eater is able to make his own charms, albeit fragile/easily breakable ones.

so my concept is this: Bug!Schugel creates his own fragile charm. I'm thinking the effect would probably be something revolving around converting infection to usable Soul/Mana (akin to the canon Type 95's Mana fixation thing). So, wandering inventor Schugel, looking for an assistant comes across Dirtmouth! Vessel!Tanya, who's hanging around (probably bored out of her mind and desperately needing to do SOMETHING productive) sees this invention and think it might be useful for the world, happens to have nothing better to do, and gets roped into this. Naturally something goes wrong, and before it fails horribly and disastrously, Being X steps in and blesses the charm. This makes the effect work, but using it also causes the wearer to become more susceptible to mental corruption/infection.

Also, I think that it also needs to become permanently unequippable (Like Void Heart) so Tanya can't get rid of it. Also also, the charm needs to have some insane cheesy name after Being X alters it. Everlasting Blessing. Immortal Prayer. Idk. But it needs to be something Tanya would hate.

I think the Silver Wings Assault Badge could also be a charm. I'm not sure what it's effect might be, but maybe something like the monarch wings, but its powered by Soul. She's an aerial mage. She needs to fly. Also it needs a cheesy charm name too. Fluttering Soul. Wings of Argent. etc. you get what I'm going for.

The Pale King is described a lot as being pure white and gleaming. Vessels, as his offspring, do look a bit similar to him. I think somewhere within this concept, you could have Tanya gain the White Silver nickname based on her appearance. Her mask/head is pale white like PK and when she uses Soul she shines like silver? idk i think it could work. Someone (203rd member perhaps?) sees her fighting and bestows the nickname on her and it gets shortened to just Silver or something

(Before this, since Vessels cant speak so she can't tell anyone what to call her, she gets called "Little One" by Elderbug. She hates it.)

if you couldn't tell, i've thought about this a lot. i invite you all to think about it with me. if you have ideas. please. share them. especially if its about other YS characters and how to fit them into HK universe. also especially if its about how HK characters would interact with her. Is the Knight/Ghost running around in the AU? How do they feel meeting a fellow sibling like this? What about Hornet?

#bonus doodle #ask #kalliblast #hollow knight #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff

[scintillyyy]

i was going to make a joke about how the thing is, if you're going to make the drakes old gotham money (which they were not) and tim tim-drake-of-the-gotham-city-drakes-who-live-up-in-the-house-on-the-hill, he still wouldn't go to gotham academy, he'd still most definitely be a boarding school kid, except he'd be going to boarding school in switzerland instead of the local ones. but then i got to thinking. why did renowned travelers jack and janet put tim in local boarding schools versus international? obviously, from an outside standpoint it's simple: so tim could be close to gotham for the events of alpod and his training period, along with further framing the drakes as rich but not ridiculous rich like bruce is (tim goes to fancy private boarding school, but it's a local one, not a super exclusive foreign one that, like, royalty attends). however, from an in-universe standpoint, i thought of a couple different options for this:

the boring, non canon one would be: jack and janet hated tim all along!! god forbid he be in school anywhere near them, they might have to remember they have a child! he needs to be at least halfway around the world away from them at all times. besides, tim only gets 98 on his tests and the drakes don't need that kind of embarrassment on an international level.

anyways, seriously. the first option would be maybe the drakes wanted him to do international schooling but *tim* pushed to stay close to gotham with his schooling, to better keep track of batman and robin. jack and janet then probably respected his wishes to stay close to gotham and looked for more local ones. tim has an attachment to gotham and they want to indulge him, since they're sending him to boarding school--may as well try and make sure tim's happy with it. this would mean that they listen to their son's input on matters of schooling.

the second option would be that *jack and janet* had an attachment to gotham city, and wanted tim to go to a boarding school nearby as gotham city was *their* home base. they do have several apartments in the city itself, and seemed to enjoy going downtown and doing things in town with tim. also, from a convenience standpoint, if tim is close to gotham, it becomes much easier for them to pick him up and bring him home to spend time together when they're home between trips. pros to this include the fact that when jack, tim, and dana moved to keystone temporarily, jack even admitted he hated living there because it wasn't as good as gotham to him. so it's possible that they just really like gotham city and wanted tim to stay in the area, because they grew up there and they love it or something.

now, we don't actually know that all of tim's boarding schools were near gotham. we only know that the final one was driving distance and local to gotham. however. whenever his parents were home, tim mentions that he would be with them, so he can't have been ridiculously out of the way, and tim never mentions having to take a flight back to gotham for spring or summer breaks, and i believe references growing up in gotham so he probably never attended school in like. california or anything. so i'm inclined to think they were mostly local schools. now interestingly, post-janet's death, during cry of the huntress, jack's kneejerk reaction is to send tim to a boarding in metropolis in order to get tim away from 1) whoever is beating him up 2) bruce wayne, who jack thinks might be beating his son up, which metropolis is a little farther than local but probably still just a drive away. and during the brentwood arc, where tim is back at a local boarding school that jack got him into, after the whole kobra cult thing jack threatens to send tim to a school in haiti (which, rude jack. did you forget your wife died there?), so not local at all. it's possible, of the two, janet was the one who pushed for tim to be in a school closer to gotham whereas jack probably cared a bit less where tim went.

i think i fall on it's a mix of tim probably didn't want to go somewhere too far and the drakes also didn't want tim to go to school far away (so they could see him easily when they were home). anyways. things i think about. tim's boarding school years fascinate me.

#jack drake #janet drake #tim drake

[imagine-knb]

Captains with a childhood friend who was usually touchy and clingy suddenly stopping and when they confronted them, their friend admitted to starting to like them romantically and didn't want to take advantage? Pls let them end up together!

I wasn't sure which captains you wanted sooooo I did all of them lol Admin Neon

Hyuuga: He's always complaining about the random hugs and clinginess from you anyway, so when you stop doing it one day Hyuuga actually isn't all that bothered — he thinks, maybe, you finally decided to cool it a bit. He thought it meant you would be bothering him less, but when weeks go by and you still haven't greeted him with your usual death grip of a hug, he realizes you meant for the change to be permanent. It has him more upset than he would have originally thought and your explanation only manages to further confuse and upset him.

"Aren't you supposed to want to hold someone you like more?" he asks you, implying he wouldn't mind if you went back to doing that.

Kasamatsu: Prior to your confession, Kasamatsu already felt flustered every time you got touchy with him. He's not a very physically intimate guy in public, so the affection you showed him often left him red in the face and yelling in embarrassment. After your confession however, he's suddenly looking back on all those moments where you'd hugged him for a bit longer than necessary, where you'd let your fingertips graze over his skin, where you'd stared at him with what he now realized was longing. And he found himself missing the affection despite the embarrassment it brought him.

"You don't have to stop," he mumbles, looking away from you. It's not exactly a confession of his own, but it's enough for now.

Imayoshi: When you first started getting touchy with Imayoshi, he constantly teased you about being careful — he might fall for you, or vice versa, if you kept it up. After a while though, he began to think it was just part of your personality. After all, he wasn't the only person you got touchy with, you just took it a bit farther with him. He chalked it up to your long friendship with him and familiarity. Eventually he stops teasing you about it; you never reacted anyway so it was getting boring. The day you finally confess however, he's trying hard not to let you realize you'd caught him by surprise.

"Ah, see, I knew you would fall for me one day because of that," he teases. "But that's okay, because I was right about me, too."

Otsubo: The day you stopped outwardly showing him affection, Otsubo finds himself ranting to his younger sister — it was something he did often, actually. The two of you had been friends for so long, even his sister knew all the ins and outs to your personality. He was in the middle of a sentence, describing to her how you used to act before versus how you acted now, when it all seemed to suddenly click for him. Leaving his sister hanging, he goes to find you, shocking you when he asks you outright if you had deeper feelings for him.

"You don't have to hide them from me or stop what you were doing," he reassures. "Don't you know I've felt the same way?"

Okamura: He doesn't receive a lot of physical affection, romantic or platonic, so Okamura relished in every bit of affection you gave. If he was honest with himself, he would realize that the fleeting touches and lingering hugs had actually made him fall for you at some point. So when you suddenly stop giving him any affection one day, cutting him off cold turkey, he's upset and confused. He won't mention it at first, but after a while he starts to believe he's done something to upset you. When you reassure him it wasn't him and that you were simply being conscious of not taking advantage of him, well...

"You can take advantage of me!" he blurts before reddening as he realized what he said. "I mean. I like you, too. Please don't hold back."

Akashi: Being rather perceptive, it doesn't take Akashi long to realize why you were suddenly refusing to embrace him like you once did. He had started noticing the signs of your growing infatuation as soon as they started happening — the lingering glances, the soft blushes, the stuttered words — and he had been glad you'd finally caught up to the amount of affection he held for you. Maybe now you would be ready to take the relationship a step further. When you suddenly stopped giving him that affection however, he knew he had to clear up any confusion you may have had about his own feelings.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken," he explains. "Not once did I ever say I didn't enjoy your affection. If I'm being honest, I crave it."

Nijimura: As one of his dearest and longest friends, Nijimura never really minded when you would cling to his side or hold onto his arm or tangle your fingers with his. In fact, he found it endearing. When you suddenly start treating him differently, he's quick to pick up on the shift in your dynamic with him, though he doesn't exactly know why it's happening at first. After confronting you and hearing your confession, his once hardened expression softens into one of understanding and, if you were to look closely, you would probably see the light flush on his cheeks.

"Please don't push me away because your feelings for me have evolved." Asking for your affection back was clearly not beneath him.

Hanamiya: On the outside, it always looked like Hanamiya was annoyed with your clinginess, but other than his mother, you were the only person who would willingly embrace him, so he didn't mind it as much as he made it seem. He doesn't mention it at first when you suddenly stop, letting things play out naturally — he was convinced you'd start up again on your own anyway. Eventually weeks go by though and you still haven't hugged him. People start to notice that he seems more prone to anger because of it, like the simple hugs he got from you daily had been the last thing grounding him.

"Hah, that's why you stopped?" he asks after your confession. He's glaring at you. "Idiot, that's not a good enough excuse. Get over here."

Iwamura: If there was one thing that Iwamura liked about you, it was how forthcoming you always were with your affection. You never beat around the bush — if you wanted a hug, you would take one; if you wanted to hold his larger hand in yours, you would grab it. So when you suddenly stop, coming up with weak excuses as to why your attitude toward him had changed, he starts to press you further for a truthful answer. He's not surprised when you eventually confess your deeper feelings for him, having seen in coming, and he supposed now was as good a time as any to tell you about his own feelings.

"I appreciate you being honest with me," he murmurs, moving a hand to place it on your cheek. "Allow me to be honest with you now."

Nash: Similarly to Imayoshi, Nash teases you about your touchy feely attitude with him from the very beginning. He's relentless, never letting you get a simple hug in without making some remark about how you're falling head over heels for him. You think he's just joking — that he doesn't mean it all seriously — but the day you stop giving him those affectionate touches, his attitude seems to sour. He doesn't take long to track you down, asking you what your problem was and if you didn't want to associate with him anymore. Your confession has his mood changing just as quickly as prior.

"You're not taking advantage of me if I liked it," he reassures with a smirk. "And I just so happen to like when you throw yourself at me."

#hyuuga #kasamatsu #imayoshi #otsubo #okamura #akashi #nijimura #hanamiya #iwamura #nash #I'mma be real nijimura is hard to write for lmao #divider by skylightlantern

[goosewithtwoos]

ok ok ok to add onto your response (ty btw) imagine, bobs going through all his old boy boy scout stuff and he finds the badges and you ask about the one with the tree on it (idk boy scout shit i’m australian) and he goes “wilderness exploration badge, best in my troupe” and then he just stands and lifts you up and just goes “i think i wanna re-earn it, ma’am”

i’d be dead honestly.

he is just so dreamy but he ABSOLUTELY fucks.

and like, i bet with PDA and everything he blushes but if someone comments on you being loud in bed he gets like proud and kinda sits a bit straighter with a smirk on his face??

idk

bob fucks

naur because this,,,THIS,,,has me barking. it has me how you say growling. i’m so thankful you came back to add on cause oh LORD 😫 i’m aboutta bust

had to write an obligatory fic to this so we all can have something to dream about at night

THE VIEW

Pairing: Bob x Reader

Summary: 🐱 worship cause we all know Bob is a pro at it

“What is all this stuff?” You ask, walking into your living room.

Bob was sat on the floor surrounded by opened boxes. Each was full of what looked to be photographs, papers and more pins than you thought possible.

“My old stuff.” He explained, turning to face you. “My mom dropped it off. She said she found it in the attic and wanted to drop it off.”

You picked up a photo from the closest box and smiled.

It was of Bob, back when he was probably around 6 or 7. He was surrounded by a bunch of other boys but easily distinguishable due to his thick rimmed glasses. They were wearing adorable little Boy Scout vests, stood in front of a campsite.

“You were a scout?” You laugh, coming to sit by him.

“Best in my troop.” He smiled up at you, pushing away some boxes to make room. You sat next to him and began looking at the pins.

You hummed in response and grabbed a pin with a black top hat on it.

“What’s this one?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“This one is the ‘Best Gentleman’ badge.” He explained. “It’s not actually a real badge, the other boys made it to make fun of me for always calling our Scout leaders wife ‘ma’am’.”

You laughed, taking the pin and buttoning it to his shirt. “They may have been making fun of you but they weren’t wrong. You are quiet the gentleman.”

“Why thank you, ma’am.” He said, dipping down to press a quick kiss to your lips.

You went through a few other boxes, looking at the pins and awards he’d received. Along the way, it evolved from Boy Scouts to his high school awards and then those from the Naval Academy. You’d always known how smart he was but seeing it on paper was somehow even more impressive.

“What’s this one?” You asked, pulling out a stray pin from the Academy papers.

“Hm? Oh that one is the Wilderness Explorer badge.”

“It’s so rusty.” The backing of the pin had turned from silver to bronze and the needle looked like it could probably give someone tetanus.

He took the pin from you to avoid any possibility of you hurting yourself. “It’s definitely seen better days. I had it on when I got caught in the rain one night and didn’t take proper care of it. I wasn’t the biggest fan of what we had to do to get it.”

That sounded like a story. “What’d you have to do?”

Bob sighed, getting from the ground and onto the couch. He offered you a hand which you accepted and pulled yourself onto the couch with him. He positioned your legs across his lap, gently running his fingers across your exposed upper thigh.

“They send us out as like a group of six and tell us we have to survive in the wild for like three days. We’re given a fair amount of food but we have to make the fires, pitch the tents, keep ourselves sane so we don’t go all ‘Lord of the Flies’ on each other.” He leans his head back as he talks, closing his eyes while his fingers dance upwards.

“Looking back at it, I bet the adults were really close but we were all too scared to go farther than like 50 feet from the camp. It wasn’t necessarily hard or anything, it was just so boring. Most of the guys used it as free time to jack off or say bad words and left the work for me.”

You smirked. Of course Bob would be the one who’d do all the work.

“In the end, I was the only one who got the badge which only furthers the fact that the adults were somehow watching the whole time. The other boys hated me for it and tried to steal it a bunch so when it started to get rusty, I gave up caring about it.”

His fingers were playing with the hem of your sleep shorts and you couldn’t help the way your body was reacting.

You felt guilty - Bob was talking about his childhood and here you were, getting horny like a schoolgirl. But his fingers were like magic and sparks danced across your skin.

“The other boys were given the offer to go again to the woods for their badges but no one wanted to go without me. To use me - I mean.”

You placed your hand over his, hoping he’d get the hint and stop. He didn’t.

“Bob…” You muttered in a warning tone. His head snapped back up, looking at you.

“Ah sorry baby, I didn’t realize what I was doing.” He didn’t look too apologetic.

You cleared your throat. “It’s okay. Is there any more to the story?”

He nodded, leaning his head back again. “They ended up taking away the badge. At least for my troop since some parents started complaining it ‘wasn’t fair’ only one person had it.”

No. What ‘wasn’t fair’ was the way his fingers were moving again, travelling between your thighs. You could feel yourself growing needier as his fingers moved higher. He had a smile pulling on his lips and you knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Bob.” You were a bit more harsh this time. Obviously he was doing this on purpose.

“Sorry sweetheart, I just can’t help myself when you wear these shorts.”

Sleep shorts were his weakness. Actually, anything that showed your thighs was his weakness. Bob was a thigh man through and through.

He sits back up, sitting diagonally on the couch, pulling your legs to wrap around his waist.

“Robert!” You cry with a laugh, surprised by his sudden boldness. He typically wasn’t the one to initiate things but you weren’t complaining.

He placed his hands over your hips, pulling you up so your lower back was raised.

“I changed my mind.” He smirked. “Legs up honey.”

You placed your legs over his shoulders and readjusted into a move comfortable position.

“I think I want to re-earn that badge, ma’am.”

You turned crimson, immediately feeling yourself grow even more needy.

He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, breathing you in. “Are you gonna let me?”

“Please.” was all you could muster out.

He wasted no time ravishing your thighs, alternating between kissing and biting until he had made his way down. The wetness on your thighs only added to the what was growing in your core.

Your shorts were loose enough to have slipped up, exposing your panties through the openings. This, seemingly, was not good enough as Bob wanted all of you.

He pulled your shorts and panties off in a swift movement, up around around your legs, and you felt them fall from your ankles.

He looked down on you and you tried to hold back from being self conscious. It wasn’t often you let him this up close and personal with your lower half, at least with the lights on, and you had to resist the urge to close your thighs.

“You smell so good.” He mused, inhaling deeply. He pressed his nose against you before diving in completely.

You couldn’t help but cry out at the sudden sensation. His lips instantly found your clit as his tongue flicked out at random intervals.

He continued like a starved man, licking and sucking like this was his first and last ever meal. Your swear you saw fireworks.

You moaned at the sensation, trying to grind yourself against him but finding it difficult at this angle.

“I got you, baby.” He muttered against you. “So good, so pretty.”

He brought one hand to your core, using his fingers to spread you apart even more. His tongue went deeper, fucking into you.

“Fuck, Bob! A-ah, right there.” His nose was pressed to your clit while his fingers had joined his tongue inside you. He had found your g-spot easier than was seemingly possible but this was Bob and he was a god when it came to this.

You tried to grab onto him and settled for gripping the arm that was wrapped around your waist.

You felt him smile against you, never relenting his motion. You knew he loved this. Hearing you so desperate for him as he made you feel better than anyone ever had before.

“Ngh - Bobby, feels so good.” Your head was spinning and you could tell you were about to cum embarrassingly fast.

He moved back to sucking on your clit while his fingers kept hitting that wonderful spot inside you.

“I can feel you clenching around me.” He said it like a fact. It was a Monday. It’s sunny outside. Jesus, he was going to be the death of you.

His eyes flicked up to yours and you bit back the whine in your throat. His eyes were blown behind glasses that had completely fogged up.

“Gonna come soon?” He murmured, already knowing the answer.

You nodded vigorously as he continued eating you out. His lips on your clit and fingers curled inside you cause you to come faster than should have ever been possible.

You cried out, gripping even harder on his arm as you came. He kept going through your orgasm, drinking you like a perfectly aged whiskey, only slowing when you were finally twitching with overstimulation.

He let your legs fall from his shoulders as he leaned back, mouth drenched in your fluids. He panted and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Think I re-earned it?” He looked so smug about it.

“Jesus, I think they need to make another new one just for you.” You said, searching for your shorts.

You found both your shorts and your phone, picking them both up. You checked your messages and found one from Phoenix.

It was a selfie of her and Rooster, standing in front of an open window. You squinted at first, trying to figure out what you were looking at. And then it hit you.

In the background, you could see Bobs back and your legs. Everything else was covered by Rooster but you still were mortified.

‘Came by to drop something off, left it on the doormat. Bradley and I say close your blinds xoxo’

Christ.

#top gun smut #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader smut #bob fucks #bob floyd fucks #bob is pushay eating king

[aaaaafro]

Seductress. - ITZY - Ryujin x M! Reader (+18?)

Tw: a whole lot of blue balling and cockblocks, trust me, even I got frustrated writing this myself.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

"Cut! One hour break!" Finally the shoot's finished. You can take a well earned breather as you rest your behind on one of those flimsy ass film set chairs.

"Good work everyone..." There she goes acting all cute and professional as if she's the world most innocent human being, paired with her cutest dimple ridded smile.

"Great work out there." You said to Ryujin with the most convincing tone.

"You too, baby~." Oh boy there she goes.

Thank heavens nobody was near the two of you when she replied. You just quickly brush it off as you turn to the monitors to recheck the photos.

"Did you enjoy the shoot?" She asked, as her hand snakes down from your shoulder to your arm.

Tingling sensation comes up to your ear causing you to shiver as you feel her fingers softly glides on your skin. A blow to your ear almost brought you to yelp as you continued to brush it off.

"Oh-ho, you're resisting well today." She whispered as the staff left one by one to take their breaks.

"We're not doing this now Ryujin." You replied with such confidence.

"Oh really? Says who?" Said Ryujin who lips are inches away from your ear.

"As if you weren't getting turned on when watching me strike those seductive pose." Her hands has surprisingly traveled farther than you've expected having landed on your thigh.

"Uh... You're not taking your breaks?" Ryujin's hand was about to reach your weakpoint when you heard a voice from your back that cause the two of you to act naturally.

"R-ryujin s-said s-she wants t-... To u-uh, check the shots." The guy just shrugs before leaving the two of you.

"Safe." Ryujin suddenly took your camera before handing it to you.

"W-what am I going to do with this?" Confusion floods your mind as she pulls you to the set.

Without any word she gives you a wink sending shivers down your spine. You brought the camera up to your face aiming at her.

She strikes some basic poses but boy do those poses look so much sexier. Ryujin was hitting it tho. Not just the post but also your buttons... Overall, it's just Ryujin wanting more photos of her etched in the camera and mind, until...

You gulped loudly after seeing that smirk. It was a warning for what's to come, you know it... You've been here before.

Ryujin then pulls down her jacket unnecessarily slow, her grin is still there as her eyes bores a hole in the camera lens straight to your eyes.

A few clicks from your camera signalled Ryujin to strike another pose and boy did she strike another one pulling the thinnest thread that's considered as the strap of her top.

Your finger froze on top of the shutter button, this didn't go unnoticed as Ryujin raised an eyebrow, further lowering her top till her chests are ALMOST exposed.

"What's wrong?"

Beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you contemplate on hitting the shutter button, though it's totally useless since the lustful image of her is already engraved in your mind.

Your heart couldn't take it any more, you turned away breathing heavily as you try and fan the collar of your shirt as if that will help with your current situation.

Ryujin chuckles at your effort before commenting. "Dummy, quit acting as if this is the first time you've seen them."

She's technically wrong... It happened around 2 months ago.

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"ITZY?" Your shocked tone made the recruiter chuckle.

"Yeah, big fan?" He asked.

"You bet." Replying with a smug tone.

"That's great but remember you need to be professional, or else the client will most definitely replace you."

"Right. Right..."

You smile from the inside while trying to calm yourself, after all you're going to see ITZY in person as well as have the chance to take pictures of them.

The day went by quicker than you've expected, you just assisted the main photographer taking hints on what you're supposed to be doing. You held yourself together pretty well, managing not to passed out after actually seeing ITZY and giving them a handshake.

Now it's the end of the day, you stayed to help out with the packing up and if not the most cliché thing you saw Ryujin's necklace as you're cleaning up the equipment.

So you did the most cliché thing as well, hand it to her personally, you walked past a few RV's labelled staffs only before seeing one that says ITZY.

You were about to knock when you suddenly heard a click from the door and in such panic you hid in a small crevice beside the stairs for the RV.

"Did you see the new camera guy?" You heard the members voice as they stepped out of the vehicle, you can clearly recognize Lia's accent and the other members laugh.

"He's pretty cute though... I know right, that's why Ryujin took almost forever to finish." Yuna replied as you just hid there whilst also trying to hide your blush.

"Speaking of which, where's Ryujin?" Yeji asked.

"I'll be right there, I just need to... Urgh!" You heard from inside the RV as Ryujin seemingly struggling with something.

"Okie, we'll go ahead then?" Chaeryeong asks and a hum from Ryujin signalled the girls to keep walking.

Soon after the girls have left. You exit your hiding spot to check on the RV. You can hear Ryujin rustling and grunting as she continues to struggle on whatever the heck she's doing.

You're currently leaning on the RV's door when you realized that it's not even close. With a little tap it got ajar.

It was like the doors to heaven, as lights from the inside hits your eyes and once they're adjust you're greeted by something more blinding.

"Oh..." Was one of the last things that you'd expect as Ryujin's reaction. After all you've walked in on her while she's changing.

"I-i... I'm... I-..."

"You're staring..." She said with such a calm tone.

"I-... I'm sorry, it's... Uh..."

"Y-you're... G-gorgeous." What Ryujin did next will be a memory that will be in your mind for the rest of your life.

She slowly walked towards you as you just laid on the floor of the RV helpless for what's about to happen.

"Tell me something... What do you think of me?" Ryujin said as she squat down to level with you. You can see her safety short hugging her lower regions really well.

"I-uh... Think... You're..." Damn it complete something.

"Cute? Hot? Sexy? Beautiful?" Ryujin smugly replies as then she crawls slowly towards you.

"A-..."

"A?... All of it?" She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, you could only nod to get some form of conversation as the distance between the two of you have been gradually reduced.

"Hey~." Perhaps you were so lost wondering how did you end up in this situation that you've failed to realized Ryujin's hot breath brushed against your neck.

You tried to pull away but she grabbed a hold of your collar pulling you in closer with her lips lightly touching your neck.

You whimpered at the feeling as you can just hear and feel Ryujin's chuckle against your skin. You mindlessly whisper. "Professional... professional."

"Oh... Is that so?" Ryujin pulls away as she straddle your legs between her warm thighs that's crying to get out of her safety shorts.

"So, that's why you're not swayed by my subtle hints earlier." She wondered.

Mentally smacking yourself from forgetting as you remember that earlier during the shoot she was constantly making subtle eye contact with you and that caused her sessions to take up a bit of more time.

"Do tell, are you really going to keep being professional?" Ryujin ended her question in such a sultry tone.

"Y-ye-." Just when you thought you're finally about to finish a word, Ryujin puts her finger on your lips to stop you.

"Listen, new guy... We idols always need to keep it professional when working and that..." She paused.

"That's tiresome for most of us." There it is again, that grin

"So, right now we're not gonna be professional, okay?" She wasn't suggesting, it was more of a guarantee. As her hand travelled from your cheek to your chest and finally your bulging lower regions.

"Mhmm." You moaned as her warm breath continued to brush against your neck.

"I'm so done with being professional with you... I want to..." Her hand grips you on top of your pants as a yelp escapes your lip.

"Ravage you." She ended.

Just as your lips were about to crash a knock was heard from the outside.

"Unnie?" You two heard Yuna as she knocks continuously.

"Looks like this has to happen some other time." She whispered before winking at you.

"I'll be there just a sec!" Ryujin replies to Yuna.

"Alright but you've been there for far too long, do you need any help?" Yuna asked from the outside.

"Nope! I'm good..." Ryujin smiles before grinding on your leg.

You let out a yelp but thankfully Ryujin's hand covers your mouth immediately.

"Safe." She winks at you once more before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You sat there holding the spot on where she kissed you wondering what the in the fuck is happening.

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Now you're back in the same predicament. You're frozen as Ryujin steps closer towards. Suddenly the temperature of the room becomes hotter.

Ryujin's eyes met yours, you tried to look away but it's too late, she has already closed the distance between the two of you. With her soft delicate hands, she gently turned your head to face her.

"Why don't we... Pick up where we left off the last time?"

She wasn't asking, or even suggesting. She's holding you down with her arms snaking around your neck once more your reasoning being taken away one by one with each second her skin touches yours.

Your senses hit as you feel yourself tighten through your pants and you embarrassingly tried to hide it. Your hand was slapped away however once Ryujin noticed it.

"Nah ah, I already know you're packing. So, there's no point in hiding it." She smiles before cupping your bulge.

You thought about moaning but that was all there is as your lips are now sealed by hers. Ryujin smiles in the kiss as she can feel your pathetic attempt at fighting it.

"So, you still planning to be professional?" As her other hand guides yours to her lonely breast. You gulped loudly feeling the supple ball as she gave you a close up of her lip bite.

"T-they m-might com-." Ryujin wasn't about to let you finish your stupid attempt at ruining her moments as she locks lips with yours once more.

She was aggressive and assertive as she slid her hand in your pants feeling you even more with just a singular fabric in between her hand and your manhood.

"Ugghh." You moaned as Ryujin grips your length tighter.

"Didn't I tell you that..." Having a hint of what she's going to say you focused on not letting out another sound of pleasure as she just continues.

"I will..."

"Ravage yo-."

"Ryujin?" Your eyes went wide when you suddenly heard a familiar voice right behind the blinds that separates the main background from the equipments.

You two panicked as the person slowly pushed aside the blind. Failing to move quickly enough you didn't have to help remove Ryujin's hand from your pants and just opted to.

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

#itzy #itzy smut #ryujin #itzy x reader #male reader

[sery-chan-13]

Through the Canopy of Our Memories

Ch. 1 of “My Sunshine” [Treech TBoSaS x reader]

Warnings: cursing, war, violence, uhhh your dads an asshole. Not physically abusive. But he's an asshole 😡

It was always a struggle for you to make friends. So when your book was taken out of your hands by some other kids, you just resigned to the fact you wouldn't get it back.

"Hey, give it back," a voice said.

You looked up shyly, seeing one of the boys in your class. Dark messy curls, dark eyes that were filled with rage at the moment.

The other kids scoffed, throwing your book down.

"You alright?" He whispered, walking over to you.

You grabbed you book and looked at him with a smile.

"Just dandy... thanks for helpin' me..." you said, noticing him fidgeting with his hands, his foot kicking some dirt near him.

"It's no problem... my names Treech..."

"My names (Y/N)... it's nice to meet you."

The day went on and you two became quick friends. Your only friend. He was a jokester. But quiet, calm, contemplative... and protective.

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"My Pa says that we might be a target next," you mumbled on your walk to the school with Treech next to you. You had heard your father talking this morning about the bombings, and how the rebels and Capitol had a midway point here in seven to try and kill each other.

"Don't you worry. They'll stay out far, wayyy farther than the lumber yard and our part of the woods... and if they're here in town we'll be ok. Don't worry alright?" He gave you a toothy grin as you reached the school building.

His words made you feel comforted as you entered the classroom. The lecture was dull. And boring. Much like the day outside. You liked the clouds however. Made the sunshine seem even more beautiful when it was out. What wasn't dull and boring were the small pieces of paper, Treech would pass you under the desk. You had to stop yourself from laughing out loud, or risk getting caught.

When it was time for recess, you both ran to the big willow tree near the end of the playground. He grabbed your hand and smiled widely as you raced to it.

"Betcha you can't climb this one," he said with a small grin.

"Betcha I can," you smiled, starting the climb.

Soon you were both sitting on one of the highest tree branches that was sturdy enough for you both to sit on.

A yawn escaped you lips as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"Later tonight... the-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as all of a sudden you heard kids and teachers screaming. Everyone ran back inside, and you tried to look between the thick leaves of the willow.

You saw smoke from the building next door, and some men with weapons. Rebels. Some men in uniform showed up not long after, going after them, shooting at them. Capitol soldiers.

A teacher cried out that this was a school and there were children to be careful and to leave, but that seemed to make them angry. You didn't see which side did it, but they shot her.

You gasped and started to cry, but Treech was quick to comfort you, trying to calm you down. You two were safe up here. No one should be able to see up into where you two where and besides, your clothing matched the tree almost too well. You always wore green.

Some rebel soldiers came close to the tree and shot up at it. Scare the birds away. Mocking Jays. One bullet scrapped by you, grazing your arm.

You almost scream in fear, and a little pain, but Treech's hand quickly goes over your mouth and he pulls you as close as possible.

With his other hand he puts a finger over his lips, making a shushing motion.

You two spent hours up there, waiting until someone came to say it was ok.

You heard his mom and dad calling for him, and you both quickly climbed down. He got down first and held his arms out for you. You took the short jump, and he caught you grabbing your hand tightly as you ran over to his parents.

His eyes filled with tears as he shouted for his mom.

"(Y/N), Treech! Oh sweethearts, oh goodness, are y'all alright?" His mom ran to the both of you, falling to her knees to hug you both.

"Mama, w-we were in the tree we-we- and then the rebels and the soldiers and we-" he couldn't stop stammering or crying so you gripped onto him tightly.

Your protector.

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Tears rolled down your cheeks. It has been a week since your dad told you you would be packing up and moving to the capitol.

You told Treech to meet you out in the woods at your guys' spot.

"Hey there sunshine, long time no see," he chirped, using the stupid rhyme you'd come up with as kids as his greeting.

"H-hi lumberjack, did ya get stuck in a t-tree?" You whispered.

The smile immediately dropped from his face.

"Hey? You've been cryin'? Who made you cry I swear I-"

"Treech... Pa said we're movin' to the capitol. I-I should've told you sooner i-I," you stammered as tears rolled down your face.

He wrapped you up in his arms, hugging you tightly.

"When?" He asked. You could tell he was trying not to cry as he would never give you one word answers.

"Two days... two days and we're takin' the first train out... I don't wanna go... I-i-... this is my home. You are my home. I don't wanna go," you sobbed, gripping onto his shirt.

His eyes well up with tears and his voice cracks as he speaks the next words, "Then we are gonna make these last two days the best damn days."

Walking home, hand and hand. Like you'd done all your life. Treech demanded you let him walk you home.

"Mama says I can't let you walk home alone. Says she'll kill me. I believe her."

He had said that so long ago, back when you were little little kids. Yet he still walked you home everyday.

He left you on your porch with a smile and a promise of going out to the lake tomorrow.

Entering the door of your cabin you saw all the things packed up in boxes. You stared at them blankly and curiously. You weren't supposed to pack until tomorrow.

"Ma?" You called out. "Why are all of our things packed?"

"We leave tomorrow. First train in the morning," your father said, coming out of the room.

You shook your head.

"No. Pa, you said I have two more days. Two. No I'm not-"

"You said your goodbyes today. From tomorrow on out you'll be a Capitol girl, and you'll forget all about this... district. You'll forget all about Treech. Everything."

You shook your head, tears falling down your face. You turned around, running out the door.

Your heard your mom screaming out your name, but you ran. Down the dirt roads down the pathways until you reached the familiar cabin. You went around to his window and knocked on it.

It was only a few seconds before he pulled you into his room.

"What... what are you doing here? What's wrong? You're cryin' again..." he mumbled, drying your tears.

"Pa lied. We leave tomorrow. First thing in the morning..."

The next morning, Treech took you down to the train station. You'd stayed overnight with him. Your parents were already waiting.

Treech pulled something out of his pocket and placed it in your hand.

It was a beautiful ring, made out of polished wood. There were small flakes of gold inside it. A small, dainty golden chain was put through the middle. It was obviously much to big for him as of right now.

"Treech, I-.. I can't take this from you it's too fine-"

"It's for you to remember me... and plus, when you come back when we see eachother again, you can give it back."

You took your necklace that had your great grandmother's ring which was in similar fashion to the one he'd given you. It was much to big for you now, so you kept it on the chain. You handed it to him.

"Remember me?"

"Always."

You hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping around you as you cried.

You felt another pair of arms pull me away. You kicked and screamed and begged to have just five more minutes.

Treech grabbed your hand one last time as your father pulled you into the train.

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It was reaping day and you couldn't believe that your father had made you late. You rush in quietly, seeing Sejanus had save you a seat.

"They already called your name by the way..." he whispered.

Dean Highbottom turned and gave you a questioning look.

"Sorry, I take responsibility for my being late. My father had a meeting and I needed to attend," you whispered apologetically.

He nods and continues on the list.

"You got the boy from district seven-"

You cut Sejanus off before he could finish.

"My Father has been hinting at something all week. And I am not ready to face if he is tellin' the truth..." you mumble.

Sejanus places a comforting hand on your knee.

"I got the boy from district two... used to have class with him," he mumbled.

You placed your hand on top of his, "I'm so sorry..."

After seeing Lucy Gray perform it brought a smile to my face.

"Coriolanus, you've got yourself a beautiful song bird," I whisper after we all stand up.

He turns with a small, fake smile.

"I uh... I have a favor to ask of you," he whispers, leading you out into the hallway.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of you needing my help?" You tease.

While you and Coriolanus had never been 'close', you two knew each other. It was through his cousin that you knew him and his family's situation.

"Cut the act. It's weird not hearing you talk normally," he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"What do you need?"

"Tomorrow. I'm heading to the train station to meet my tribute. I need her to trust me. I... I need to win. And Highbottom favors you, it's no secret. If I do something stupid and you're doing it too, maybe I'll be forgiven, or let off the hook easier...I know I haven't always been... the nicest to you.... But, please." he looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Alright. I'll see you then."

YIPPEE IM BACK INTO WRITING BOOM ANGST BOOM HAPPY? Boom 🤯

#×reader #treech tbosas #treech x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #Coryo???? Ayo??? #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #they’re just little guys

[tanoraqui]

Hi, Maedhros and Fingon from the superhero au make me feral, I love everything about them. if you feel like it I would love to see some more about Elros and Elrond from that au. Or alternatively, i was too shy to suggest anything the other week when you were doing the prompt list, but how about Elros and Elrond, the mafia au, library?

I’ll take “Elros and Elrond from the superhero au” for 500, Alex; thank you!

Elros’s Finwëan superpower is healing, because in THIS house we respect “the hands of the king are the hands of a healer” as an ancient truism of Arda and, accordingly, believe that Elros was the one with innate healing talent and Elrond only learned it later in life, likely in memory of Elros. Superhero au!Elros can heal others and himself by laying hands on them and willing it, though it does require energy from him and concentration. He gets much more efficient with both power and speed once he learns anatomy.

Elrond’s Finwëan power is the ability to radially radiate an aura of peace, in which harmful attacks are physically slowed and the will to violence, and all other negative emotions, are calmed. Ranged projectiles which enter the space also slow, though not necessarily enough to do no damage. He can push it farther out and/or more intensely the longer it goes, with limits. Elrond has to maintain his own sense of peace in order to do this, no anger, fear, desire to injure, etc. Elrond glows while he does this; the light marks the area and strength of effect.

Five generations down from Finwë, these powers are relatively weak compared to previous generations. However, their Maiaran blood means they both have a natural talent for Singing (ie, magic), which they can most easily use to augment their Light-based abilities.

These twins grew up in a post-apocalyptic hellscape timeline in which Morgoth conquered Earth and now most people are dead or, if unlucky, enslaved. The small group of free survivors which their parents led, constantly on the run, was luckier and more protected than most thanks largely to the Silmaril Elwing bore, but they were hunted fiercely by the small surviving band of the Sons of Fëanor (down to Maedhros, Maglor and Amrod) and their few remaining followers...while all were hunted by orcs, wolves, vampires, etc.

They found some sort of rip in reality, maybe caused by Morgoth's discordant war of conquest. Eärendil went through it to seek aid from the Valar. When the Fëanorians cornered them there, waiting for his return, Elwing tried to go through it with the Silmaril. Her sons tried to follow her, holding on to the back of her shirt, holding on to each other.

They got about 1.5 out of 3, and ended up by the side of a random freeway in modern America....

Maglor and Maedhros were driving (being driven) by on their way to a concert - Maglor to sing, Maedhros bullied into having a pleasant night off while supporting his beloved (annoying) brother and smiling for the cameras. Maglor saw 2 bedraggled 6yos trudging along by the side of this random freeway and told the limo driver to pull over...

In short order,

- the Fëanorians are like, 'holy shit, hitherto unknown baby cousins of some sort?!?' because these kids eyes definitely have Light in them

- Elros tries to stab Maglor, because Maglor reaches for them and these are literally the terrible monsters they were fleeing from 30 minutes ago, albeit much cleaner and less obviously scarred, and of course the 6yos from the post-apocalyptic hellscape have their own knives + basic combat training

- Elrond is too scared to stop anything with his power, see: previous comment about monsters.

Maglor's hand gets a little stabbed. Maedhros grabs Elros's arm and wrenches the knife away before he can try again. Elrond bites Maedhros's arm, like, really hard, the way you secretly always want to try biting someone just once, lots of blood.

- Maglor Sings the children to sleep with a hasty but strong lullaby (he was under stress, okay, and stabbed!). He and Maedhros look down at the uneasily-sleeping children.

- "They look a little Turgon-y," Maglor offers. "In the eyebrows?"

- "I don't even know if that's Light like ours," says Maedhros. He kneels down to frisk each boy for more weapons, then picks them up, one in each arm. "Remember Dior?"

- (Dior, son of Lúthien and Beren, had time-travelled back a comic books time!couple years ago from a terrible future in which Fingon was actually for real and ever killed this time so the House of Fëanor went to war with the magical isolated island of Doriath, in the name of retrieving the one Silmaril free of Morgoth, to the detriment of most of the rest of the world. That terrible timeline averted, Dior had stayed in the present and (re?)married his non-future wife, a millennia-old Iathrin forest ranger named Nimloth. They'd just recently had twin sons, though clearly not these ones - those were silver-haired rather than dark, and this one who'd just stabbed Maglor definitely had Fingolfin's nose.)

- (So the Fëanorians both knew that all-out war was to be avoided at almost all cost. But Doriath actually now had two Silmarils, or rather, the same Silmaril twice over, and Maedhros didn't need to say it aloud for Maglor to understand: ransom.)

#my fic #the silmarillion #superheroes #peredhil #kidnap fam #silm super au

[thelador-s-mclargehuge]

Episode 3, Finding some footing!

So this is where I started to find where I stood in the series. The last couple of posts was just me going scene by scene describing things, this one I want to focus in on two things. Starting a Lore Bible, and Action Scenes.

So between ep 2 and 3 I took a trip to my grandmas which is always good to get the creative juices flowing. And I knew the Mantis Lords were coming up, and I thought "Mantises are kinda tied in to a lot of places, what with the Trator Lord, the breakup between the tribes, and the pale mourner quest. It seems like there's a lot of fertile ground for lore expansion there!" So I started expanding The Mantis stuff. Then I kept going. I'd established that Fighting History, was going to be a simplified version off Film History I'd already name dropped Zells and Hilltop, during the hornet fight. How much farther can I go with that? And maybe I should give the exposition to Sly.

The Concept I had for Quirrel was based on a Blade Runner 2049 reference I used him to make in the old series... but what if I Kept Expanding Outward.

And eventually, it was time to make this episode. Here is where I had an idea of where to go after this. I'd been playing it by ear up until this point, with a few exceptions. I knew how I was going to do some story beats, like Myla and The Ending. But now I knew what direction I was taking everything else. Hollow Knights lore is veeery open to interpretation. And If I was going to make a narrative series out of it. I needed to interpret. So I decided to go hard on that. I'd say I threw off my shackles and made my own cannon, but Hollow Knight's cannon is a tapestry filled with bits torn out on purpose. So I just filled them in. And while filling them in I realized how wide the canvas was. So I just kept going. And I'm still going!

And ultimately, going that direction I think is the best way to go. Everyone watching the series probably know how the story goes. And it's going to go mostly the same way. But it sure feels a lot different when you've got a lot more going on. And I still got a lot of surprises up my sleeve!

Now let's talk about the fight scenes. So something I didn't talk about during the Episode 2 behind the scenes is that I stopped rendering these videos in 60fps. The reason I did that is because, with the dynamic cutting, the Hornet Fight Scene just looked *way worse* in 60FPS. That framerate is really good when you have to watch out for Hornet's attacks, and therefor are focusing on a mostly static screen where the movement is done by the character and not the camera.

But when every action gets it's own cut, And the camera AND the characters are moving 60FPS can get visually overwhelming. You don't need to actively interact with A Youtube Video. The editing and camera movement does that for you! And if you just have a static screen of the characters moving it looses a majority of the 'oomph' quick cuts, zooms, and framing can give you. It's incredibly boring!

So I render these in 30FPS exclusively now.

But the reason I bring that up is that I noticed something else in the Hornet Fight It's very vertical, and Academy Ratio Widescreen looks much better than 16:9.

So i played around in the hornet fight a little, and eventually decided against going with that. Because hornet did do a lot of jumping in the air and having the full 16:9 rectangle gave me a lot more vertical room.

But I didn't need that with the Moss guards.

So the day before it needed to be released, I looked at it, and it felt like half an episode. There wasn't really a conclusion to it. 'cus at that point it just had the moss guard fight on the bridge and "Still Counts!" was all the training out lil guy did the whole episode.

So I thought "Why don't I just put, like, another fight scene in there where he learns something?"

So I did that. Then I went back to my Widescreen idea.

And I thought to myself "Okay, pretentious much? You're just gonna change the aspect ratio purely for the fight scene on your Hollow Knight Youtube Video?" Everything Everywhere All At Once hadn't come out yet, you see.

So I thought "Well okay, If I'm gonna do that. I think I need another reason for it to be there other than It Looks Better This Way" Which was wrong, of course, that's always a good enough reason. but I thought "If he's training, maybe those are the margins the character writes his notes in. He can put boss attack strategies in there!"

And, while it's been a pain in the ass and a helova lot of work. It's honestly one of the best ideas I had for the series! And I made it 3 hours before my final render lol. Sometimes you give yourself needless barriers, but sometimes a clever solution to something that isn't a problem, turns it into a new cool thing. Not always. Probably not usually. But sometimes!

#HKRBTS #Hollow Knight #funny #Behind The Scenes #content creation #hollow knight resurrected #Youtube

[luminusobscurum]

Hi, it’s me the nerd again! Once again, I was bored and did more research.

Radio frequency is light and the waves are naturally found in the sun and lighting. Radio frequency is a literal force of nature!!! It’s non visible light, that’s amazing!

They are a main source for the internet and electricity. The electromagnetic spectrum is very old and not going away. If I got all my information right, if Alastor wanted to kill Vox he probably could. One-sided Static-Radio is so funny I can’t explain it. Imagine the “radio” part in Radio Demon meant “radiation.” Forget the internet, you’re fighting something that can kill DNA 💀

Alastor isn’t the most powerful being in hell, but he is my favorite. I have an excuse to talk about radiation now, and it’s fun. I’m smiling and laughing while writing this 🥳

HI

sorry it took so long to respond sometimes my brain shuts off lol. im so happy you enjoyed writing this dont think it wasnt appreciated!!

Im going to put the hazbin stuff up top and the science-y under a break 🫶

with vox and alastor. im so glad to hear alastor is your favorite!! hes my sisters favorite too haha. i got her into hazbin and she stayed up all night and i woke up to her sending my a bunch of fan songs 😭😭

vox has that swing his dick around confidence from SOMEWHERE regarding Al if he was ballsy enough to call him out again like that. after all, alastor almost beat him but didnt, im sure when they both retreated to lick their wounds vox still had that arrogant billionaire attitude and giggled like "did you see that i beat the radio demon ME"

i genuinely feel out of the Vees, Vox may be the weakest, it really feels like his shtick is just peddling whatever velvette and valentino have to put on his platforms. after all nobody would mess with computers and tablets if not for precious yummy content.

and i do think an overlords' power can be influenced with how much a vice has taken over earth. I really feel for a while it was just Valentino doing his thing since porn has been a Thing predating wayyy farther back than samsung tv and twitter.

i do think Vox is smarter than Val and he was able to zuckerberg his way into a position of power getting in Val's ear like hey hey we each have 2$ if we combine our heads we could split a wendys 4 for 4 and he just went fuck yeah dude

read more vv

i would have gladly informed radio was a fundamental force of nature, basically every picture and sound we get from space is bounce backed to us through radiation (i THINK these in particular ate microwaves, the same ones you use for food, but im unsure)

one of my favorite things about the internet i wouldnt say goes on in the air but probably through the massive trans atlantic cables we have in the ocean that connect countries together that shit is tight as fuck i learned in college in uhhh '18 or '19 idk.

radiation sickness doesnt just kill dna it can fuck up your chromosomes, radiation poisoning can quite literally delete your bodies ability to create and produce new cells of any variety. terrifying but cool as fuck. radiation quite literally giveth and taketh away.

#hazbin hotel #in regards to velvette #she just showed up and vox was too scared to tell her go away and val was just hunkered down on his phone #arguing with angel dust through text to pay attention someone else showed up #essie.ask

[kyufessions]

boy on the bus

synopsis: you’re writing a letter that won’t reach him

pairing: non-idol! changmin x g.n. reader

genre: fluff turned angst (??)

word count: 1.2k

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

i was told life is supposed to be boring. everyday we wake up and attend our normal jobs that we either love or despise. i did what was told of me, got my degree, and got that boring job. i also never missed a singular day of work, not daring to be looked down upon by my supervisors but rather being looked at as the employee that goes above and beyond, whether the company deserves someone like me or not. but i did what momma told me, and lived that boring life that i only dreamt of as a child. “life won’t be that boring, will it?” id promise myself i wouldn’t make it boring, but rather have it be fun and exciting. but still do exactly as momma said. and that i did- except, i felt little fulfillment and joy. until i met you.

it was just a normal wednesday afternoon after work, sitting in the back corner of the bus for the next ten minutes until i arrived at my destination. headphones played day6’s discography on a loop as i stared ahead out of the window, admiring the same view of the busy streets and occasional trees and bushes that i notice everyday through the changing seasons. but this day was different, because of you.

i noticed you coming in from the bus stop in front of the local college campus, you were wearing nothing but just grey sweatpants and a random graphic tee with a pullover flannel with frames glasses that accompanied your face perfectly. the way small strands of hair stuck to your forehead was something i couldn’t help but notice, my mind fluttering with curiosity. i watched as you looked around for a seat- your eyes finally meeting mine. once they did? i felt my heart do a kick that it hadn’t for several years up to that point. no one had caught my eye quite like you did, not a single soul. but yet here was a random stranger on the bus making my cheeks heat up at the shyest smile that’s thrown at me.

one afternoon, all the seats had been occupied- all except the one next to me. this was when my life changed for the better. instead of choosing a seat farther from me, you’d sit next to me instead. we’d catch up on life (mainly yours, mine was too repetitive for any curiosity to arise) until i got off at my spot, saying our goodbye’s until the very next day we’d do the same thing. one day, we ended up getting off at the same spot due to me having to do grocery shopping. and, funnily enough, you accompanied me. then it became a friday afternoon tradition for us to go grocery shopping until one of us had to leave- each friday becoming a little longer than the previous. it was sweet, it was slow.

one day, you didn’t show up. i said “hey, i’ll see him tomorrow. it’s okay.” but that day never came until three days later. playfully, i scolded you- jokes like that became our thing. instead of getting off at your spot, you got off on mine. that night, we just walked around my neighborhood and shared a bowl of tteokbokki and kimchi at the restaurant down the street from my apartment. you told me everything from your stressful college days, to overworking yourself i. both work and classes, to friend drama- everything. it made us closer, and it made my heart warm to know how close you considered me to be to gush your feelings out to me on a random thursday night.

that very next day, i didn’t need to go grocery shopping. after telling you that, you said words i thought i had only dreamt of: “let me take you on an official date then!” the excitement in your voice, that smile.. how could one say no? you took me to your favorite cafe, remember? i do. we had banana pancakes and coffee at 6PM, then we stayed at the arcade until they kicked us out. when your hand slipped in mine, butterflies erupted. everything suddenly started feeling okay. everything felt okay.

the weekends were our date nights. do you remember when you asked me to be yours? in the sunflower field? it had been my first day off of work in a while and you had promised to make it special. and that you did. you made all my days worth living again. you made them fun, more exciting. the light was no longer dull but rather blinding with endless possibilities. it was like that for an entire year until everything suddenly stopped.

no more bus rides. no more dates. no more gushy facetime time calls as we do our skincare routines as we complain about not living together yet. it had been one day where you didn’t show up on the bus. “sorry, got busy.” was all you said. silence filled my phone for the remainder of the night until the next day. you didn’t show up again, so i asked if you were okay. “sorry. meet you for dinner?” but you never did. you never met me at that same restaurant near my home, so i walked thirty minutes to your favorite cafe. but it was closed. during the thirty minute walk back i called you, but to no avail. by the third call, i gave up. assuming you fell asleep or became busy with your finals for graduation.

the next day you didn’t show up on the bus either. i texted. no response. i texted your friend. no response. “maybe he’s busy.” id say, making up every excuse in the book. instead, i got off at your stop and walked to your apartment to find it empty. no furniture, unlocked doors, an empty fridge. i asked your neighbors, and quickly called you once they said you had moved out almost a week ago. but once again, no answer.

it’s been months, and i’m still stuck on the boy from the bus; i’m still stuck on you, ji changmin. i should be mad whenever i think of our lazy mornings with our feet tangled together as you hum a soft tune into my hair, your fingers playing with the messy strands. but i don’t. i instead get butterflies, just like when i first saw you on that autumn day. you were my first love. you taught me how it felt to feel genuinely loved for who i was, you taught me how it felt to be loved back. whether that love was true or faux, i still thank you.

should i? should i really be thanking the man who has me sitting outside of our your favorite cafe with tears streaming down my face at 3AM? probably not. but i fell pathetically for you. and i fear i might still be doing so until i snap back into reality.

why did you leave suddenly? with no warning? are you okay, wherever you are? did you finally create your own dance studio? or did you debut? do you ever miss me, too?

you made my life worth living for a while, ji changmin. maybe i can find the excitement on my own this time? maybe you were a lesson sent by the universe. and for that i thank you. it was a very cruel lesson, but thank you.

sincerely,

#kyufessions the boyz #tbz #the boyz #tbz ji changmin #ji changmin #tbz angst #the boyz angst #changmin angst #tbz changmin

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

For the fanfic passage game!

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Scott walked past the bathroom wall and stepped into view. He carried a small pink bakery box, which he set onto the nightstand on what appeared would be his side of the huge bed then toed off his shoes and socks.

“Cool. I might snag the vodka, or I might just drink water,” he responded, his gaze falling on the TV while he unbuttoned the shirt he’d worn to the restaurant. “You’re watching this depressing piece of shit?” Scott’s nose wrinkled in acknowledgement of the movie before turning his attention to Bucky’s prone form.

“What? I like the guy in the uniform. He’s hot,” Bucky protested and turned his head just as Scott’s shirt slid off his shoulders, leaving his mission partner bare chested and him staring until he made himself look away.

Shrugging a little and moving over to the closet to return his shirt to the garment bag that held the suit jacket already, Scott contemplated Bucky’s taste in movies.

“Yeah, but that poor bastard doesn’t even get the girl. That actor rarely does in movies. Always getting passed over for some other asshole,” he fussed at Bucky.

Bucky watched while Scott tugged out pj pants from his endless suitcase, and when it was apparent that his teammate wasn’t going to change in the bathroom, he tried really hard not to ogle all that naked flesh that came into view. Scott clearly didn’t worry about modesty, and Bucky wondered when a portion of his brain became prudish enough to feel he had to look away.

Of course, he did sneak peeks until, regrettably, that perfect ass was hidden away by the plain pair of sleep pants.

“Yeah, there is that, and you’re right. The dame in this has no taste. What was she thinking? Marrying the guy she fights with constantly when she coulda had the upstanding guy? I don’t get it either,” Bucky agreed with Scott, and his eyes followed the other man back over to the bed once his clothes had been packed up out of the way. Whereas Bucky had draped his over the back of a chair. The shirt was a lost cause anyway.

“I guess he was just too boring for the storyline or something,” Scott said with another shrug. He fell onto his side of the bed and propped up his pillows. He hadn’t taken out the contacts yet, though he’d set his sleep shades onto the nightstand with his visor in case they were needed.

Bucky’s head tilted slightly, drinking in Scott’s relaxed form, the way the X-Men leader was deceptively muscled unlike the way he and Steve had been bulked up by the serum. He tipped his gaze a little farther and caught the bakery box on the nightstand, reminding him of the reason Scott had gone out in the first place.

“This movie gets a lot of debate back at the tower from time to time,” Bucky went on and shifted until he moved closer to the center of the bed, therefore closer to Scott.

This scene is the post-mission scene, the wrap up of the story that leads into the love/sex scene, the start of what moves these two characters from mission partners to potential boyfriends. Scott comes in with gourmet cupcakes because it is Bucky's birthday, and they're not back home to celebrate the day in style. (No doubt once they're back home in NY, the Avengers will plan a full-fledged birthday party for Bucky, but until then, he's got Scott and cupcakes and all the sexual energy raised from their cover story and flirting.)

What goes through my mind while writing most of my fics is "Where can I stick in some silly little Easter Eggs? Where can I make fun little references to the actors known for playing these characters, where can I exploit other references that fans might/should recognize?" And in this scene, what better movie for Bucky to have on than The Notebook, which stars James Marsden (Scott Summers) and Rachel McAdams (Dr. Christine Palmer in Doctor Strange; Irene Adler in Sherlock Holmes with RDJ; Sacha Pfeiffer in Spotlight with Mark Ruffalo, John Slattery, Michael Keaton, and Liev Schreiber - all Marvel actors). The comments made regarding Marsden's character in The Notebook can apply to Scott Summers - losing out the girl to that other asshole (Logan), and that he guessed the guy was considered too boring, which is how so many people view Scott (too boring, too uptight, too vanilla, too whatever).

The discussion of The Notebook in the full fanfic goes further past the last bit quoted up there:

“You guys debate The Notebook?  Like...is that supposed to be team bonding?  It’s not like the movie’s deep or anything.” 

He couldn’t take his eyes off Scott, and Bucky decided he wanted to kiss that wrinkle of skin below Scott’s brow because it was too cute when he scrunched his nose. 

“There are just a lot of views on it.  Tony doesn’t like the actress...or he likes her a little too much?  I don’t know, but he says she can’t be trusted.  Strange says –“

Scott’s eyebrow arched as he was halfway to reaching for the box. 

“Stephen Strange watches movies with you guys?” he asked, discovering more interesting and weird things about the Avengers. 

“Sometimes.  Anyway, he likes the actress a lot.  Bruce is just meh about her.  Figures she’d be the type to be a good coworker when she’s not choosing the wrong dude in movies.”

And this brings in the other references for Rachel McAdams - Tony (RDJ as Sherlock Holmes) would care about her but view her as untrustworthy (Irene Adler couldn't be trusted to Sherlock and kept fucking him over), Strange liked her a lot (she played Christine), and Bruce thought she'd make a good coworker (they were good coworkers in Spotlight).

Most of what went into crafting this part of the dialogue was to hit all those references without actually spelling out - oh she looks like Irene Adler, she looks like Sacha Pfeiffer, she looks like Stephen's ex-girlfriend. It's a fun dance when I put these references into fics, make the descriptions detailed enough for people to pick up on the references without spelling most of them out. I'm not sure why tossing these references into my fics are so important to me, but they're a lot of fun, especially when people catch them and actually comment on them.

Fanfic Passage Game.

#Fanfic Passage Game #stormxpadme #Thank you for the ask!