#Kyle style nonsense

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader - 18+ MDNI brief suggestive content, Christmas vibes (these characters do not celebrate Christmas religiously) 🎄 There'll be much mistltoeing / It's the most wonderful time of the year - for @glitterypirateduck's cod holiday challenge

"She's lovely." Laswell comments, standing at his shoulder in the living room.

"She is." He answers, but doesn't bother to look at her, too transfixed on you, watching the way you smile and laugh, champagne flute in one hand, baby in the other. Blood rushes through his body as he stares at you, marveling at how bloody good you look with the baby on your hip, and even though he knows it's an archaic mentality, he can't help but dream about giving you another. Kate gives him a smirk that he just barely catches from the corner of his eye, and he cuts her an exasperated look. "Excuse me."

"By all means."

He makes his way to your side where you're chatting with Gaz's date, Lily, wine colored velvet dress draped across your body, snug and silky across your skin. Your hair is done, styled differently, arranged on top of your head instead of your usual or pulled into something looser, shiny gold cuff curled around the top of your ear. You’re stunning, and his mind turns over, trying to determine if it’s okay or appropriate to tell you for the third time tonight that he’s obsessed with you, that he wants to get you home and worship you, wants to rip your dress off and ruin it. He wonders if you’ll let him take you home early, if you’ll be quiet for him when he bends you over the bed, if you’ll come on his cock all breathy and sweet with his name on your lips.

Emmaline sits embraced in nook of your elbow, white and green dress complemented by tiny, shiny, black shoes, babbling away at anyone who will look at her. She lights up when he steps closer, trying to tip out of your grasp towards his, discontent rising in her crumpled little brow when she can't break free.

"Hi." You beam, his hand finding the small of your back, Emmaline wriggling around to face him, leaning back with a big smile, knocking her head into his side. You roll your eyes at Lily. "I've become chopped liver to my own baby."

"Alright, sweet pea. C'mere then." He settles her on top of his forearm, chubby fist knotting into the collar of his shirt. "Let's give mama a break, eh?" You smile, relieved, reaching up for a kiss, tip toes stretching until he leans to meet you, and when you pull away, you give Emmaline one on her cheek, bright baby giggles echoing through the room. "We're going to see what the team is up to." He bounces her, and your thumb strokes a soft circle into his waist.

"Okay."

"There she is!" Gaz calls, and Emmaline squirms in Simon's grasp, pressing her face into his neck, head tilted just slightly so she can still see the guys, cheeks dimpled. She watches Kyle cautiously, incredibly shy, and Simon whispers to comfort her.

"What's wrong, baby girl? You're alright. It's just Gaz." She mouths at his shirt, and he smooths a hand over the back of her head softly. "She's not usually so reserved, loves attention."

"Ye're scaring her." Johnny admonishes as huffs, breath rolling in a fog through the chilled air, but when Simon turns, Emmaline whips around, peering over his shoulder to stare at Gaz, expression delighted.

"I don't think she's scared, Soap. Looks smitten to me." Johnny clucks his tongue, half outraged, and Gaz just laughs, stroking her cheek as she coos soft sweet nonsense towards him, making Johnny scowl.

“’m supposed tae be her favorite.” He grumbles, and Price barks out a laugh, clapping him on his back.

“Gotta get your own for that, son.” He shakes his head, reaching a finger out to her fist, letting her grab onto him. She immediately starts to drag it towards his mouth, and Price lets her, chuckling softly under his breath. “Needs something for her teeth.”

"I think we've got something in her bag." Simon rubs her back, watching how her eyes light up when she spots Price's beard, tiny fingers mindlessly drifting towards his chin. "Mama's been giving you frozen pacifiers, huh?"

"Ye should try scotch, my maw used tae give me some, when ah was a bairn." Johnny tickles his fingers across her side and she shrieks into a giggle fit, nearly choking on laughter that has him glowing with pride. "Who's yer favorite uncle, Emmaline? Is it Uncle Soap?" Johnny whispers in his best baby voice, and Simon snorts.

"She can't have scotch, MacTavish. She's a baby, and-"

"Alright out here?" You're standing in the door, half in, half out, teetering precariously on the top step, and for the hundredth time tonight you take Simon's breath away, light from the kitchen shimmering behind you like a halo, framing you in a soft, warm yellow glow, his stomach clenching.

"We're alright." He promises, already making his way towards the doorway, taking the stairs until you're within arms reach, Emmaline clapping her hands together when she spots you. "You okay?" He keeps his voice low, yet still tender, trying not to give the guys too much ammo, and you smile, spectacular and sweet, enough to make him melt on the spot.

"Yeah, just wanted to check on you two." You brush a finger across Emma's cheek, mouth opening to say something else when Johnny's voice rings across the patio, cheeky and smug.

"LT, ye're standın' under mistletoe." He hadn't noticed the cluster of greenery tacked to the bricked arch just outside the door, but it's hard to miss now, and when you glance above your head and laugh, he shrugs his shoulders. "Well..."

"Well?" You raise an eyebrow. A challenge. An invitation. Enough of both for him, encouragement not needed in the first place, his lips finding yours easily, pulling you into the bulk of his body, wrapping an arm around your waist while still holding Emma against his chest in the other. She bridges the gap between you, both of his girls safe and sheltered in his arms, and he blocks out the sound of Gaz and Johnny's shouting and whooping, focusing on the taste of your tongue, smell of your skin, plush lips against his. It's everything, you're everything, you and Emmaline- his family, his to love, to care for, to protect, emotion welling up in his chest that has him pulling away and pressing his nose against the top of your head, mouth finding your temple, your cheek, his eyes closed and breaths measured.

"Merry Christmas." He whispers, still holding you tight, and you dip forward to press a kiss to Emmaline's scalp, your hand reaching for his jaw, thumb reverently stroking across the scar on his cheek.

"Merry Christmas Simon."

#peaches writes #light on #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #codholiday2023 #simon ghost riley x reader

[fallenneziah]

How they are in bed

Includes John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

CW: pretty self explanatory, NSFW

Soap 🧼

He can be a Dom and a sub, just say the word. He loves to be dominate but can let you take the reigns no problem at all.

Has a mommy/daddy kink when subbing.

Sloppy oral. Super oral fixation and whether he's given clit or cock he will lose himself on you. Sloppy and greedy he'll could make you cum six times and he's still not satisfied, holding you down and lapping at your cum through your sensitivity.

Absolutely a brat and will try to provoke you.

Loves to wear clothing he knows will make you want him then and there.

Will also try to fuck you on mission a lot. One big horny brat.

He's down for any position but loves when you'll pretzel/saddle with him. It just gets his heart going in ways he's never felt.

Eye contact or not, if there's no intimacy to the interaction he cannot enjoy it. One night stands will him to an orgasm probably, but he doesn't truly enjoy himself without the intimacy.

Your nipples also fit into his oral fixation. They could be sore and sensitive but he'll suck and bite your sensitive nipples until he can't get anymore.

The kind of guy to get so drunk he's spilling nonsense before you are. loves watching you roll your hips, thrusting along his cock so nicely. How your insides clench and tighten around him so greedily. It makes him feel so good.

If he's subbing you must pull his hair. "Mommy/daddy!! I'll be a good boy for you, I promise- augh!!" Once you start pulling his mohawk it's over for him. He's cumming regardless.

Loves orgasm denial no matter what way it goes if you're torturing him or vice versa.

Loves rough sex but will also wake you up early in the morning, ready to soak in your presence with gentle love.

He loves to call you his sunflower (gn), mommy/daddy, and the more teasing and playful name Sud. (Get it, like, soap suds?? Ok, I'll go)

Ghost 💀

He hates being called daddy. If you call him daddy he will immediately lose all arousal in the interaction. But if you call him sir, or lieutenant, he will lose his mind over you. "Sir- I'm so close, please l-lieutenant!!"

He doesn't want to disclose it but he's kind of kinky. He never wants to hurt you, and despite popular belief he is not a sadist unless he has your full consent eight times over. Consent is so important to him you don't understand. If you have not confirmed to his face in simple words you like something, he will not do it.

Impact play. He loves to bend you over doggy style and slap your ass until it's red and sore with his handprints. They're like his way of marking you even if they will disappear soon.

Doesn't have much of an oral fixation but will mark you with so many hickeys it's impossible to hide them.

Bites your inner thighs. Before he takes you in his mouth to give you the most heaven forbidden, bone hollowing oral he will nip and bite your inner thighs and along the soft flesh under your ass.

He does not sub. He's not always a strong Dom unless he's in the mood but he does not like to sub at all. He likes to be in control at all time and a lack of such will immediately pull him out of the experience and turn him off.

Fucks like an animal. He enjoys consent but once he's getting it he will fuck you until you forget your own name. He pulls your hair to arch your back and wraps his hands around your throat.

He could fuck you Doggystyle or have you on your back facing him, your legs resting on either of his hips.

He doesn't like to fuck in clothing. It's just weird. He will only wear his mask or his gloves to fuck you and nothing else.

If you wear one of his balaclava's in bed- sorry but you will be getting zero rest.

He does not have a very high sex drive but he's the kind of guy who can get you to orgasm eight times by the time he cums.

He calls you his precious whore, baby, love, and his only.

John Price 🥃

Definitely Doms. And he Doms hard.

He likes to tie you up in his office while he does his paperwork, disregarding you except for you needily grinding your wet cunt on his shoe or rutting your erection into the sole of his boot.

Loves to be called daddy. It goes right to his cock. Will praise you throughout sex or daily tasks. When you finish up a ton of paperwork he will kiss your neck and mutter "Such a good girl/boy."

"When you're finished up your tasks, daddy has a reward for you." And that reward is fucking your throat.

He enjoys watching you squirm helplessly with him. Lighting up a cigar while you grind against him, trying so hard to come while he refuses to touch you.

Strokes his fingers through your hair while guiding you down on his cock.

When you're in the privacy of his room he likes to fuck you in front of the mirror, forcing you to watch your entrance stretching and welcoming his cock. "See how I wreck you sweetheart (gn)?? Look at your hole taking daddy so well."

Is always open to trying new stuff with you as long as it does not involve hurting you too much.

If you bug him while he's in his office he will either make you fuck yourself on his cock while still sitting in his chair or he'll pick you up like you weigh absolutely nothing, slam you on his desk and demolish your hole while you scream his name.

Although he really enjoys sex when he can admire you doing all the work. Touching you during sex depending on the. He instance isn't always a huge turn on.

He loves cowgirl, watching you writhe on his cock, shifting your hips, your thighs burning in exhaustion to keep yourself going while Price does absolutely nothing to help you.

Eventually when you give in he'll take your hips and proceeds to fuck you silly.

Loves receiving oral over giving but when he does give oral he sends you to heaven for a quick checkup before you come back to your body and realize you just came so hard.

Calls you his good girl/boy, daddy's whore, princess, darling (gn), beautiful.

Gaz 🧢

Can dom and sub. He isn't always a strict Dom but you will be reminded he is in charge.

Loves to control what you are allowed to do during sex. If you are reading a book and he wants to delve himself on some oral, you better not say a fucking word.

He loves giving and receiving oral, keeps it's clean for the most part but when he makes you cum he laps at your delicious spend, all for himself.

Loves to mark your beautiful skin with hickeys and nip at the sensitive patches, hearing you gasp and whimper.

Doesn't have any special names he likes, if you want to call him daddy or Kyle, it all does the same things to him.

Also the type of guy to fuck you in the mirror and make you watch your own face as he gives you what you want.

Hard sex, rough, desperate, carnal sex. He's rearranging your insides, especially if it's after a mission. The rare occasions when he's gentle is in the mornings when his cock is pressed between your thighs or lazily dragging in and out of your tight hole.

Can and will spit down your throat. If you open your mouth for a prolonged amount of time he is lubing up your throat with his own saliva.

Can get absolutely bottom drunk like Johnny. Lapping at your pre-cum and licking you through your overstimulating. Loves to nip your clit or your balls just to be a bit meaner while you writhe from just seeing your life flash before your eyes.

"Look at you, absolutely destroyed by my cock. Look at your beautiful face sweetheart. Such a beautiful face ruined on my cock."

Loves for you facing him, legs over each of his shoulders or sometimes both legs over one shoulder while he fucks into you.

Aims to please you over himself 9/10.

Loves to call you sweetheart and babe most.

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[bingoboingobongo]

hi there! i love your work! i have a request for a cod fic💕💕

so i actually just learned there is ONE(1) all-female spec ops team in the world, and it's norway's jegertroppen("hunter troop"), so maybe how the 141(plus alejandro, rudy and könig) would react to meeting the leader of (or being in a relationship with) jegertroppen who is a no-nonsense, absolute bamf who can, in no uncertain terms, take care of herself

again, love your work and thank you for reading my random 2 am thoughts💕💕💕

task force 141 + bamf!reader

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, König, Valeria Garza

Warnings: explicit language, reader is referred to as a woman/girl

A/N: yes i realize like half of these ppl aren't part of tf141 hush. also this is why i love u guys bc i would've never learned about this w/o u anon. also srry these are short we have a lot of characters and not a lot of time

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so when ghost first met you he's pretty impressed ngl

like he knows how hard it is to be in special ops and he can only imagine how hard it is when you're a girl

like task force 141 is all men and most, if not all, of the people he works with on a daily basis are men

so yeah he has a lot of respect for you for making it to your position

he also has a lot of respect for your entire crew and he honestly really supports the idea of an all female special ops group

off topic but in the comics we see simon go through an attempted brainwashing (really pared down explanation sorry) where roba essentially tries to make him like a misogynist/rapist which obviously simon is disgusted by so yes simon is canonically a feminist

he's also in love with your strict no-nonsense style of work because it aligns really well with his

together you're pretty much unstoppable

literally the definition of a power couple

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap is honestly wowed the first time he meets you (and a little lovestruck too)

what can i say women in charge do things to him

he's definitely sorta intimidated by you at first though

idk it's like imagine ghostsoap but ghost is you

like he's always trying to fool around with you which maybe you tend to shut down

but honestly he doesn't mind and sometimes he'll keep going just to get a rise out of you/hear you talk

idk man he honestly just has so much respect for you

like if he could he would stop in the middle of an active warzone just to watch you work

also if you guys are dating he takes every chance possible to brag about you to anyone who'll listen

he just thinks you deserve a lot more recognition than you get

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so the first time gaz meets you he's honestly a little shocked

it sucks but women are a pretty rare sight to see especially in his level/field of work so an all female special ops team is like finding a needle in a haystack

that being said he has nothing but respect for you and what you do

he knows how bigoted people in the military can be and so he's glad to see that you've found a space for yourself where you're relatively unbothered by it

also it makes him happy to see more gender representation because it reminds him of his younger siblings and it makes him happy that they can have someone to look up to

like soap he also really likes watching you work

and when he's not fighting or falling out of helicopters he likes to just spend his time with you or watching you train or do menial tasks

maybe he's just too in love with you but you can make doing the dishes seem badass

john price:

alright so like pretty much everyone else here when price first met you the only thing in his mind was respect

he's read up on you and he knows a lot about your work and honestly he just really admires you

he's a leader and so he knows how tough it can be to have that job

plus to do that while being a woman in a male dominated space

yeah that earns you major points in his book

honestly he's hesitant to make a move because he doesn't want to feel like he's disrespecting you by initiating something romantic

but like you're literally such a badass motherfucker he really can't help but catch feelings

plus you're literally stunning so that's not helping the growing crush he has either

he loves to work alongside you whenever he can because you're literally inspiring on the field

plus he knows he doesn't have to worry about you or your forces which takes a lot of stress off his shoulders

alejandro vargas:

okie so like price alejandro really really respects you

again he's also a leader and he knows how taxing that can be which is why he respects you so much for it

i mean alejandro has a history with bamf women (valeria) so it's no surprise he falls for you too

idk man seeing a woman who can take care of herself just gets alejandro going

honestly you kind of remind alejandro of valeria but like in a good way

like not a "he can't get over his ex" kind of way but like a "damn he definitely has a type and his type is hot, badass women who really don't need a man but hopefully will date him despite it" kind of way

he'll also make sure that all of his forces treat you and your troops with the respect you deserve because he's not about to let you guys deal with that on his watch

that being said whenever someone is being a hassle he knows you can handle it yourself

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so when rudy first meets you it's sorta like a mix between awe and also nervousness

like on one hand he's like "omg this woman is literally like the definition of badass motherfucker"

and on the other hand he's like "omg this woman is so pretty i hope she picks me omg can she tell im nervous gahdhshs"

you make his heart flutter what can i say

he's definitely a lot more shy asking you out than he might be with someone else

but that's because he really respects you and he doesn't want to come off as rude or disrespectful if he's too assertive

that being said when you do let him know you reciprocate his feelings he is over the fucking moon

he just can't believe that someone as independent and no-nonsense as you would choose to be in a relationship with him

like soap he will always find an opportunity to brag about you

and honestly he'll compliment you like there's no tomorrow

idk man he's just crazy about you like he respects you so much and so it's mind-blowing to him that you actually picked him

könig:

okay quick disclaimer but i've never written for könig so umm yeah

anyways könig is definitely really really impressed when he first meets you

you definitely make him nervous just because you're really good looking but he'll still talk/engage with you

even though it can be pretty nerve-wracking for him because of his social anxiety he'll suck it up because ultimately the anxiety of wrongly being perceived as a misogynist/sexist who won't talk to women is worse

but he's definitely a lot shyer and less inclined to talk to you outside of work

even though he really wants to

that being said if he's given enough time he will open up eventually

and even though you're no-nonsense you're more than happy to take things slow with him to make him feel comfortable

which honestly just makes him fall in love with you more

i mean i feel like this is obvious but you're definitely the "he asked for no pickles" couple

with you being the one saying it ofc and him being the one asking for no pickles

valeria garza:

ughh valeria is sooo hyped to see you oml

um don't ask how it works out with her being el sin nombre and you technically being in the military

love finds a way okay

anyways as a woman in a male dominated space herself it is so refreshing to not only see you, but to see your whole troop

honestly valeria definitely wishes she could have been a part of it

and tbh if she wasn't el sin nombre i could definitely see her considering joining

like in a way it kind of makes her sad because she knows how different her life would be if she had a group like this in mexico

also im just know realizing the connection to artemis' huntresses (is that what it's called?)

anyways valeria is not shy about flirting with you

like you tick all of her boxes

you're hot, you're a natural leader, you're more than capable of taking care of yourself

win win win

and if you let her she will treat you like a god damn queen

and also she absolutely loves seeing you work if she could she would just perch on some treetop with a pair of binoculars and watch you while you work

i realize that sounds creepy but um it's not

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[tonixe]

im currently kicking, screaming, crying, and begging for a part two of your elf king Kyle fic 🦭

'I only have eyes for the King' + II

a/n: IM BACK!! The answer is yes, im sorry I kinda of baiting y'all all but I wrote it but I wanted to fix it because it wasn't giving, so this is me rewriting it I hope yall enjoy, and I hope you, lovies are having a wonderful day. P.S. This will also be posted on my ao3 as well!! I'm still in my royal era, and, I love kyle sm. ✩ KYLE IS AGED UP

warnings: nsfw, penetrating, yes there will be sex, p in the v, technically adultery, creampie, fluff, mature kyle. There getting physical and its detail.

pairing: Kyle Broflovski x Queen!reader ✩

word count: 2.7k

part one: I

tags: @peachykeen3502, @cafezingoxtoso..

"Yes, we shall" You made eye contact with the king.

You fixed your posture on the chairs, placing your gloved hands on your dress, looking forward at the redhead king. "So, what brought you to the Kupa Kingdom," you said, before taking ahold of the freshly poured tea in front of you and taking a sip of the hot liquid.

"The faction is breaking apart" He calmly spoke out, before drinking the poured liquid into the cup. "Faction?" You repeated the words of the man.

"Yes, seemed like some political parties have formed their unit and causing some problems" He began to sip his tea, your pupils were dilated, as you studied his features. His conquest did bring some good things, his face is a little longer than his normal style, still curly. It gave him a feminine appearance but you looked your gaze at his hands and forearm, it also got him stronger.

"Are they my dear husband's group that is causing that?" I cocked my eyebrows, "Probability is most likely, knowing Cartman.." He finishes, placing his cup down and waving the maid away from refilling it. "So, what did you come here for.." you opened your eyes, looking at him directly.

"To make peace with you" You swore you saw a little smug grin on his face, "For what?" I questioned, "Against your husband, so we can stop this nonsense, you're only lucky that we're on good terms.." his words dripped with venom after he finished, "Alright" You placed the cup down, "Then it's settled" You placed your hands on your lap,

"Do you need a room to have some rest from your long voyage?"

The king of the elves is already being directed to his room, by one of the delegates. "Butters," You said, before hearing his footsteps, as you turned to him, he was already bowing. "Please, call Sir Craig, and Tweek Tweek, to the crowning room.." You tuck your hands to your side, "in a fast fashion, please" You finished, turning your body to open the window, his elf scent still lingering. 'God their scent is strong' you groaned, feeling your cheeks getting hot.

"Yes Your Majesty," He said, before his footsteps backed away from you, maybe he was running, it made you laugh a bit. "Scott, I turned and flickered my eyes to the doorway

"Yes, your grace?" He bows at a 90-degree angle, "Tell the chefs to get dinner ready, and make sure for it to be extravagant, I want him to know how long I have been waiting for him.." You smiled to yourself, whispering the last part to yourself, "Yes my queen". As he left the room, you started walking to the crowning room, picking up your dress as you went to the room. Sitting down on the throne, smoothing out your dress.

As you heard footsteps in the throne room, "My grace" You heard in sync, I picked up my head and looked at the two men in front of me. "I have a position for you two men" You cleared my throat, "I need you to clear out a group of people causing trouble in one of the villages, I have heard that it was made by Eric" You finished. "Even if you have to kill them, just clear them off..and if they're not dead yet. Bring them to the dungeon and let the executor take care of them" You finished, fluffing up your hair.

"Is that all my queen?" Craig said, "Yes, you are welcome to go" You finished, before hearing the metal hunk of junk walking out of the crown room. Getting up from the throne, you walked to your chambers to get ready for dinner. Your handmaids accompanied you, as they walked with you to your room.

Feeling their hands zip down your dress, untying the string as it fell down. Your kirtle being revealed, as they took it off as well, to your Farmingdale then to your chemise and garter. "You guys can leave. I want to rest please" You said, turning to them as they bowed and left your room. The door closed slowly, and you walked to the bathing chamber, remembering the sounds of the water being run, crossing your eyes to see him. You wanted to visit him but were worried about being caught. Biting your lip, walking to your bed, laying down. Looking at your open window, the velvet curtains adorning the window.

[ A few hours ]

There was knocking at your door, as you woke up grogily. Your maids ran in, "My grace" a red-headed girl said, it was a girl named Red. As you propped yourself up, looking at her. "We have to get you dressed quickly, the dinner in an hour" She exclaimed, walking closer to you. Getting up from your bed, stretching your arms. Walking to her, as she dressed you back in the layer, Farmingdale, kirtle, layers and layers, with petticoats. "What color do you want to wear?" She asked, "Something that—" You cut myself short before I accidentally said something else. "Blue, a blue velvet dress, and some pearl accessories too" You finished. As she stepped out outside, she found the dress.

'Kyle.." You thought in my head, your eyes flickering to your hands. Before Red came back quickly, she held the blue velvet dress with pearls delicately.

"Do you want me to help you put it on?"

"Yes please" I smiled, as she helped you into the dress. Stepping into the blue dress, as she pulled the dress up. You fixed the corset of your chest. Your eyes looked into the mirror, the dress did look good on you, but your chest was being dramatically pushed up.

"You looked beautiful madam," Red said, "I'll do the rest, please go," You said, as you sat at your vanity, doing your hair and putting on a matching French hood. Light makeup and painting your lips a light crimson red. As you got up, walking with you out of your chamber, went to the banquet hall, and sat down at the front of the table.

"Apolgies I was late" You spoke out, your eyes looking around. There were some people around the large dinner room table, Princess Kenny at your right, King Kyle sitting on the opposite side of you, with some at his left, It was a man with a harsh stare and black messy hair. You believed it was Sir Stan, and the bard, Jimmy Valmer. There were more people as well, nobles, and lords including Lord Tolkien around the table. You bit your lip, only wanting to enjoy dinner with him. Looking at your front at Kyle, he stared at you as well. "So, how was it in the Kupa Keeps" You sipped some wine from my golden cup, looking at the several maids and butler serving food on the large table. Soon being filled with a bunch of food,

A butler serves your food, putting it on the delicate white china. "It was well" He looked at his plate soon being filled of his plate, "I'm glad", "You brought Sir Stan as well," You said, flickering my eyes at him. "How did you like it so far, stan?" You cocked my head slightly. He didn't say anything yet, "It was good," He said, taking a sip of the golden cup, "That's nice" You smiled, You took another sip, and You glanced at Kenny as she looked at you.

Before I cleared my throat, "Let's raise our glasses to..the king of the elven kingdom having a safe voyage" You raised my glass as they all did as well, "Cheers" You exclaimed, "cheers" You heard his deep chilling voice to my ears.

You pulled open the window, and your whole room felt hot, letting the cold air enter your room. But it was not enough at all, you were sweating from your frilly nightgown, your hair down as well. You wanted to blame it on Kyle, everything he did was annoying you, especially his appearance.

'How wouldn't drive somebody crazy, and his scent", gripping your nightgown, before changing into a fancy robe covering your body. You knew what room he was staying in, and he wasn't going to asleep at this time, opening the door of your room quietly.

Stepping your feet on the cold tile floor, walking as you cover yourself in the robe, feeling nervous about what to come with the elf king. Finding making it to his room, debating on knocking but you place your hands on the golden, cold knob before opening it.

He was lying down, not ready for bed but reading something with fancy carved glasses, his hair was messy but it was perfect, his skin still pale as snow and his freckles making a perfect contrast. You stepped fully into the room before closing the door behind you and locking making sure nobody came in.

You felt his eyes on you in the beginning, as his head turned to you. "–And what do I own the queen?" he said, with an interesting voice, and you felt your lower abdomen tingling. "Everything Kyle.." You said before you could process, walking to his bed. He watched every step you made, before you dropped the robe.

His eyes widen at your naked display, your curves that are hidden in the petticoats and layers of the dress being revealed and your breasts perked up. You didn't cover your body at all, you walked toward the side of the bed he was at, "you owe me everything" you whispered, looking at him in the eyes. "Is the queen seducing me?" he teasingly responded, before he got out of bed.

He pushed the strands of your hair from your face, before his eyes looking at every part, every piece of skin he could see. "How long did I seen you like this..?" he questioned, "3 years ago" I answers back

"You changed," he said quietly, feeling his face roaming against your body, his fingers grazing your nipples, "Haah~" you moaned, "Still the same, Y/N" he chuckled. To your surprise, he carried you, you quickly wrapped your around his neck and hips. Feeling blooming kisses on your neck, your moans flew in a rhythmic motion, before he kisses you.

Your and his lips touched, you both fighting for dominance, but you ultimately failed.

He explored your mouth, abusing your lower lip, before withdrawing. Your chest heaving, eyes are heavy and droopy. "K–Kyle" you moaned, as he laid you down on his bed. Your body shifted as you tried to cover your breast, "Don't look at me it's..... embarrassing" you whimpered.

"Too late" he ripped your hands away, your breast bouncing with the motion. Hunger was in his eyes, as he pried your legs apart. You were already wet, leaking out some clear liquids, feeling his head in-between your legs. Feeling his nose colliding with your clit and his tongue fucking your pussy. Moans ripped out of your throats, clenching your feet and throwing your head back.

Placing your hand on the back of his head, pushing him in, "More..more.." you whined. His tongue felt like heaven, pleasure all over your body. His hands propping your kegs up, his grip never leaving them.

It was embarrassing doing this again, you were addicted to him. He satisfied you in ways he couldn't, feeling your orgasm coming through as you a wave of hot, pleasure came down on you. Feeling his tongue taking care of the mess between your thighs, his sticky saliva on you.

Your eye hesitantly made eye contact with you, his face had wet marks. It made you feel hot, as he licked his lips. "I didn't get to enjoy it meal yet" he pouted, "well I guess dessert is next" he started taking off his loose pants, revealing his cock. It was bigger than before. You remember the first time you guys fooled around, but now everything felt so real.

He wasn't clean-shaven. The carpet matched the drapes, a deep orange as his happy trail. As he lined up with your wet cunt, "Kyle..wait–" he looked at you, his cock dripping precum and an angry red tip. Your breathing got heavier.

"Should we think about this?" I looked away, mumbling, "Why?" he groaned.

"You got bigger" I felt my cheek heating up, "Bigger?" he had a smile on his face, "this?" he pointed at it. He took my hand, putting it on his dick, as he guide me through stroking his cock, it was big like the cucumbers the kitchen ladies pick from the garden.

"Fuck~" he groaned, closing his eyes. "I should cum on your little face right now" he taunted, more dribbles of cum coming out. He was like a leaky faucet. "Alright, you ready" he lined with me, leaning to my ear and whispering. I felt his fingers spreading my pussy lips apart, "Yes, please..kyle make me yours" I moaned before putting my arms around his back and pushing him closer to me. Feeling his dick into you, as you moaned in impact.

His hips collided with yours, putting your back on the bed. Taking my hands off of him, before holding your legs close to your chest. Feeling him shifting closer to me, his hips with mine. "Fuck" A wonton of moans coming out of your lips. "Fuck, your tight" he groaned, "How can a king have such a dirty mouth" You teased, before pushing your back to the soft mattress. Your lips, and his crashing together. His hips stop stopping, feeling his dick touching your cervix. As his hands touched your clit, making you feel hot. His hands touched you in places he shouldn't as he touched your breast, rolling his hands on your nipples, making you moan out.

His touch made you flustered, feeling a warm sensation in your stomach. A wave hit you again, liquid coming out of you. His dick abused your pussy as you gripped the sheets underneath you, turning your head to the side. The curtains weren't closed, making your heart beat more. You couldn't focus on Kyle's moans being heard. Feeling his hands on your waist, flipping you over, "Ass up" He growled.

You obeyed, putting your head down and your ass up in the air, as you felt his hand on it. Before going back thrusting his dick into you.

Your legs getting tired, as you dipped your body down. His hands gripping your hips keeping them up, "HAah~" You moaned. "Kyle.." You whined, "Be a good girl for me" he whispered into my ear, feeling his balls on my ass. He took your arm, as you held his. As he thrusts up into you, you moaned out. More waves of pleasure coming through you.

"I'm going to cum" He groans, "Hold on, Kyle..wait" He stopped, as took his dick out of you, "Lemme satisfy you, please" Pushing him onto the mattress, lifting yourself onto his dick, you bit your lips, before rolling your hips. You looked down at him, his face red. He was stimulated a lot. Moving your hips quickly, his hands on your hips. Helping speed up his orgasm, "Fuck" He groaned.

Before you felt hot loads coming into you. Your body shaking as he filled you up. His hands gripping harsher to you, you knew it was going to leave marks. Feeling tired, as shook before him, "God" he groaned, you almost fell to the side, before he held you still. Falling down on his chest, his hands still on your hips.

"Kyle.." You breathed out, "I—I love you" You traced his chest, his body was like some Greek statue, muscular and lean but just right. His hands rubbed your back, "I love you too, Y/N" He said, "Wait, you cummed in me" A panic set in you, as you looked at him, "Maybe you can bare me a son" He chuckled, "Kyle!" You exclaimed, laying back down on his chest.

"Marriage first, my king" You flickered my eyes down, feeling shy around despite doing the birds and bees. He picked up my hand and put it with his, as he measured hand sizes, rubbing my fingers.

"A perfect ring for a beautiful queen," he said, You giggled, smiling at his words.

Your heart really did belong to him, your body, soul, and heart to him, and you didn't think of any other candidate to allow to pregnant you, just him.

#south park headcannon #south park headcanons #kenny south park #south park #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #butters stotch #stan marsh #south park craig #stick of truth #south park x y/n #sp kenny mccormick #kyle brovlofski #kyle brovloski x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #princess kenny #royal au #craig tucker #eric cartman #south park tolkien #sp tweek #tweek tweak #kyle brofloski #kyle broflovski x y/n #south park x you #south park x reader #red south park #royalty au #fluff #mature audiences only

[kitkatt0430]

Now imagine Hartley getting ratsurrected, Selina Kyle-style... (Eowells pushed him out of the window? I don't know thh, just the visuals without any specific idea what exactly happened)

So I'm definitely gonna have to write a full fic for this at some point, but...

Hartley's always had a connection with rats. Since he was a kid and bonded with his third grade class' pet rat and won the right to keep that rat when the school year ended. He's always been kind to the rats on the streets, leaving them cheese or other safe things to eat and whatever soft bedding he could find when he'd happen upon a nest. They weren't bad creatures, they just... were misunderstood.

He gets the whole being misunderstood thing quite well.

When Hartley discovers the flaws in the accelerator, he documents and brings them to Harrison Wells attention. Harrison's response to the initial email is to request an after house meeting and it's not exactly unusual, especially when Hartley's brought this to Harrison's attention so late in the day.

Harrison has them go outside on one of the little terraces set up on the roof 'because if he's going to have such bad news then he needs the aesthetic' or some such nonsense. Hartley's preoccupied with explaining what he's found - of course he hasn't told anyone else, Harrison, don't be ridiculous - and so it comes as a great surprise to him when his most trusted friend and employer neatly shoves him off the roof of his place of employment.

Hartley lands hard, next to the dumpster, and Eobard can see from the top of the building that Hartley's definitely dead. To far of a fall and his neck is at a bad angle. Relieved that's taken care of, Eobard goes down to the security station, wipes the entire building's cameras for three hours backward and deactivates them - all using a brute force hack so it can't be traced back to him - wipes down any prints that might look incriminating and even a bunch that wouldn't just to make it look like someone who obviously didn't belong at STAR Labs killed Hartley and took files from Hartley's office and left.

And then Harrison leaves, heading straight home. And because he never checks on Hartley's body, he never learns what happened to Hartley next.

The Ratsurrection. (I love that so much, that's what Hartley thinks of it in his head.)

Cats, of course, have nine lives. So they have life to spare. Bringing a human back to life is much simpler for them. Still difficult which is why they so rarely do it, even when they do truly like the deceased human in question, but still. Human lives are big compared to rat lives or cat lives - not necessarily fuller, for a rat could live more in their very short lives than some humans did in eighty - but Hartley's kindness had saved the lives of so, so many rats over the years. Rats that survived winters in bedding made warm with the soft scraps Hartley gave them. Rats who didn't starve because of the food he shared. Babies that lived in relative safety because Hartley chose to be kind to such small and often reviled creatures.

There wasn't a single rat in the city who hadn't at least heard of Hartley, the human with the kind heart. And so as the evening passed into true night, rat after rat came scurrying to the dumpsters of STAR Labs to return to Hartley the kindness he had given them. And, little by little, the life taken from Hartley Rathaway was restored.

When he woke up, Hartley was surrounded by the rats and... somehow he knew. Somehow he just... he knew what they'd all done for him. No one had ever cared so much about him as these little rats had and he knew they'd changed him. Permanently. This kind of thing - this ratsurrection - wasn't something he got for free.

But still, he couldn't just stay in the alleyway hair matted from blood, looking like death warmed over. So he invited the most at risk of the rats to join him in his car, and took them home with him. His pet rats were freed from their cage - Hartley could make them understand now where was and wasn't safe to go in the apartment - and then set out plenty of food for his now much larger rat-family. He got something for himself too - a lot more cheese heavy than he'd normally pick - and considered what to do.

Harrison had murdered him. That couldn't be allowed to stand.

Hartley considers his options carefully. And decides to risk going into work the next morning to see what Harrison had done after he left to cover things up.

He arrives at his usual time - a little earlier, actually, but not so early as to be odd for him - and discovers the police already there investigating the 'break in' that led to several hours of internal security footage and data, including badge usage, to be lost. Hartley manages to avoid the worst of the hubub and goes to check his office. He finds a number of files missing - not just from the projects he managed, but also everything he'd compiled on the accelerator's flaws. He logs into his work computer to find every email concerning the accelerator's flaws to be missing too. And the plan he'd formulated in the early hours of the morning, surrounded by the rats who cared for him so much... crystalized.

He heads out of his office and down the hall where he interrupts Harrison talking to the police about finding out who hadn't shown up in the morning.

Now Eobard's already been a bit disturbed that morning to find that not only was Hartley's body not by the dumpsters that morning, but there was no trace of any corpse. Nothing. Not even blood. Like it had been cleaned away. (And it had, by the rats, at Hartley's request.) So when he sees Hartley standing in the doorway to his office, he can't help the way he reacts.

"Hartley, what are you doing here?"

"I think I know what the break in was about," Hartley replies calmly, and then adds, "are you okay Harrison? You look about as bad as I felt yesterday."

"You... I thought you'd stayed late last night," Eobard manages to say.

But Hartley shakes his head. "No, I had a migraine remember? Felt like my head was splitting right open. I barely managed to make it to my usual time to clock out, I'd have never lasted past six. Really... are you sure you're okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Of course Dt. Joe West wants to know what Hartley discovered and so Hartley says that while he's not sure how much is missing, some of his project files are gone and his personal notes on the accelerator. His personal notes could have been misplaced, he supposed, but the project files never left his office for any reason. So he's fairly sure they've all been stolen.

Hartley's office thus becomes a crime scene and Eobard wonders if he's finally lost it. So close to his goal and this is what breaks him?

Of course any evidence of Hartley staying late is gone because Eobard over-erased the cameras so he can't say that Hartley didn't leave early, that he didn't just... imagine shoving Hartley off the building, even though his cover up afterward was clearly real. It just doesn't make any sense.

Eobard never had this problem when he could do the vibrating-hand-of-death maneuver.

Meanwhile Hartley is having a blast. He's lost that obsession he used to have with being perfect and has become noticeably a bit scruffier looking. Nothing bad - it's a good look on him - but it's weird. Especially with him being nicer to people. Like Cisco and Caitlin. Ronnie floats the idea that Hartley's unwound because of that cute CSI he spent the day flirting with and apparently scored a date with. Allan something?

And while Hartley is now casually dating Barry Allen - unknowingly contributing to the ways he's now making Harrison Wells' life hell - he's also setting up an abandoned warehouse as a sort of safe haven/paradise for rats who want to live somewhere nicer and safer than the streets and working on his new alter ego, the Pied Piper. He really just doesn't care anymore about the social expectations about not doing good deeds that are technically illegal. So as the Pied Piper, why not do those things anyway? All while having told the police - and Barry - about how his personal notes held information about some odd power fluctuations in the accelerator he'd been investigating.

He lets them think he was further back in the actual investigation than he was and how of course he doesn't know why anyone would want those. Odds were he was just on the trail of bad wiring, worst case scenario is likely that he was on the trail of something that might set back the accelerator a few days. It couldn't possibly be anything serious and of course he'll keep the detectives apprised of his progress on re-investigating the accelerator. He even enlists Cisco, Ronnie, and a few others to make the investigation go faster.

Harrison is politely encouraged to keep his nose out of it, Hartley making it sound like there was a wild theory that the break in was staged by Harrison to keep any flaws in the accelerator from being found. Which was surely a ridiculous idea, but better safe than sorry when it came to safeguarding their beloved employer's reputation.

Planting the seeds of doubt - both in Hartley's fellow employees and the CCPD investigators - in Harrison Wells' innocence when (Eobard utterly helpless to stop the flood now) it turns out there is a big flaw in the accelerator and it's not a few days worth of delay. It's a 'rip it all out and start over' kind of delay.

Eobard continues trying to salvage the situation, but it's rapidly spun out of control. And he still has no idea if he actually murdered Hartley or not. If he murdered Hartley then who the fuck has been walking around in Hartley's dead body??? All while romancing Eobard's personal nemesis!!! In fact, Eobard is so distracted by his jealousy over Hartley dating Barry Allen (utterly seething with rage and how dare the traces of that leaking out cause Hartley - or not!Hartley - to just smile a little wider every time???) that he doesn't see the arrest coming until he's being marched out of STAR Labs in hand cuffs. It's not a murder charge and Eobard's lawyers are confident they'll beat it, but... his reputation is going to suffer.

Meanwhile Hartley? Hartley's getting lauded as a local hero... both as the guy who discovered STAR Lab's fatal flaws and as the Pied Piper who was improving the lives of both Central City's rat population and Central City's homeless human population. Admittedly, the latter identity was also wanted for questioning by the police, but Hartley just... doesn't care about that.

He cares about lives. About improving lives and saving lives and showing his gratitude to those who cared about his life in particular. And about trying every single cheese in the world. If he gets the chance.

#kitkatt0430 answers #the flash #fanfiction #hartley rathaway #eobard thawne #prompt fic #fic ideas #i just love the term ratsurrection so much #thank you for adding that to my vocabulary ^_^

[gumballavocadoharry]

Cupcakes and Rude awakenings:

It had now been a couple of weeks since Yn settled into her role as a teacher to a bunch of obstreperous children. She had one of the largest Kindergarten classes, but despite the little ones being overzealous at the most inopportune times, they were good kids and mostly well-behaved. Although, her idiosyncrasy traveled over into Mr. Styles classroom and his grasp on his kids. "Okay, who can help me count to ten?" He said with such childlike enthusiasm. "Me!" A bunch of little voices cheered.

A smile crept across Yn's face, hearing the tender voices from across the hall exclaim with such gaiety. She turned her attention to her own children who were anxiously waiting for their expected treat for being so satisfyingly behaved at the school library. But seeing the deep dimples sink into the former's cheeks and the little rasp he had whenever gentle words would fall from his lips and into the student's minds, made everything else seem foggy. Yn glanced over to her class, more focused on coloring their assigned pictures, than she was on them, she was shamed to admit.

Yn sucked in a breath and went back into her cozy class, and handed out the promised cupcakes. "Ms. Ln!" She turned to see Tina, one of her students standing there with Kyle, another one of her students. "Kyle cut himself." A sniffling Kyle showed Yn his finger that had only a little blood dripping. "Okay, thank you Tina. Come here sweetie, let's get you a band-aid." A black plaster with firetrucks designed to it, seemed to bring an assuage smile to Kyle's face. "Okay, now go enjoy your cupcake now." She said, noting how motherly her tone was.

A knock on the door gathered Yn's attention. "Hello Ms. Ln, sorry to interrupt, but can you take these files to Ms. Grigg?" Of course, Mrs. Bailey would ask. After all, no one wanted to step foot into the anathematized homeroom of the misanthropic witch who 'taught' her class there. The poor kids seemed like they were chained by their ankles to their seats, while Ms. bitc-, I mean Grigg gave her racking extensive lectures about nonsense.

Yn turned to her class, almost in despairing shock and choked out words her lungs stung too much to give a shot of air to. "Class, I have to go drop off some important papers to another classroom. Vivian, you're in charge okay?" Vivan was the most mature of the 23 kids she tended to. Her long hair that had two thick strands tied behind her head with a butterfly clip holding it all together, swung like a blanket out of the door frame along with her long tunic.

The heels of her flats clicked against the floor, as Yn goose-stomped her way into the dungeon of Ms. Grigg. She ricocheted a soft knock on the door, instantly getting the abominable teacher's attention. "Yes?" Her voice, loud, harsh and critical. "Um, Mrs. Bailey wanted me to drop off some files for you," Yn strived to have her tone sound confident, like she was not someone Ms. Grigg wanted to mess with.

But still the grisly woman snatched the files out of Yn's hand so hard, it almost made her fall backwards. Her eyebrows furrowed at the aged lady, who was sternly looking through the files. "You're excused." Ms. Grigg, nastily said. Yn was so disgusted, that she couldn't even give time to look at the children with her usual soft aura. Her jaw was clenched and her fist were unknowingly clenched as well as she stomped back to her classroom.

"Wasting time on such a nasty devil....I hope she gets fired," Yn mumbled all the way back. She was so consumed in thought, that she didn't realize she bumped into someone. "Oh I'm so sorry!" She looked and saw it to be a young boy who looked about 10 years. "It's alright." He chuckled before continuing down the hallway. Yn made it back to her classroom, with a more cooled down demeanor. She cleared her throat and calmly began teaching her class.

It was when the kids where in music class, that Yn was sitting alone at her desk, still disturbed by how impertinent a teacher who was supposed to have a cultivated govern on herself, could be. Her thoughts were broken after a knock on the door caught her off guard. Did a student forget something? She opened the door to find Mr. Styles standing there with two cupcakes in his hand.

"Hi.....I heard about what happened with Ms. Grigg....and I felt bad because I know you're new and.....well......no one should be treated that way," He held out the cupcakes for you. "If you would like, I had some leftover." Mr. Styles eyes were filled with question and wonder to if Yn would accept his peace offering.

"Thank you very much," Yn invited him in after taking the cupcakes. "These are delicious too!" She took a finger and dipped them in the chocolate frosting that was swirled over the yummy cupcake of the same flavor. "It seems like she's gotten worse over the years. She used to just hide herself away, only occasionally snapping people up, but this was......" Yn looked at Mr. Styles, wondering what he wanted to say.

She swore he mouthed "Your young," under his breath, but was too afraid to vocally express that. "Anyway, if you need help with anything....just lemme know." He got up from the mini desk he had taken a seat on and started to walk out. "Oh Mr. Styles?" He turned around. "How did you find out about.....well Ms. Grigg and I?" He smiled. "A nice student from her class told a group of us in the teacher's lounge. Apparently, you're known for being a very kind teacher and it hurt them to see you bullied like that.......and you know something? It hurt me too. You're a nice person."

He gave a friendly smile before putting his hand on the door frame. "Oh and please....call me Harry." Yn's cheeks blushed. Harry walked out to his classroom, and left her standing there infatuated. The heat in her body rose to the challenge, faster into her head and cheeks as they stung with the now pronouncing amaranth color. She cleared her throat and head before she gathered the scattered papers on the desks to organize for a project she wanted them to work on.

Yn heard soft hums chiming from Mr. Styles room. She lurked invisibly around the corner and saw him tiding up his classroom, hanging some streamers up on his walls as the decoration had fallen down during lunch. "Sunflower, my heart, wants you more than a melody." Yn swore she had floated up to heaven hearing his angelic voice tickle her eardrums. His sweet fleecy cords made a sweet shiver, shimmy down her back and melt into her belly. She tiptoed away into her own room and finished her tidying before it was time to pick the children up from their music room.

On the way, she passed Ms. Grigg with her desolate classroom, who seemed to perk once they saw the pretty jolly teacher skip past them. "Are those pants appropriate?" The crone croaked. Yn turned around and causally said; "Why of course. It's your lack of professionalism that's inappropriate." And with that, she continued down the brown colored hallway. Ms. Grigg's face was red from a mixture of humiliation and anger that a 'youngin' could speak to her in that manner in front of her class. Yn knew she would be given an even harsher time, now that she had spoken up on her own behalf.

But Ms. Grigg was just a nasty woman. So it wouldn't have mattered what yn did, the teacher would still find a way to be ruthless and petty. But yn, she had it in the bag. And she knew it would all be okay.

Once the school day ended, yn had her bag slung across her right shoulder and her phone in her left hand. "Quitting time," Yn turned to see the ash blonde Ms. Monroe with her items, leaving around the same time. "Yeah," Yn chuckled. "See you tomorrow." Her friendly disposition was a charm to everyone she would ever meet. Her eyes circled themselves to Mr. Styles, who's classroom was empty and the lights were turned off. He left for the day. Yn thought before heading down the steps of main hallway and outside to her car. She rubbed her temples before making a swift turn out of the parking lot and towards her apartment.

Today sure had it's ups and downs. It made yn question more carefully about next day's troubles.

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[jrueships]

taking lil notes on the sauce getting a tat stream.... will be reblogging with more bcs this video is fucking long as shit plus with me always pausing to write whatever nonsense i find funny? yea, idk if ill be able to get thru this all lmao 😭 but yea this will just be lil blurbs rewritten n commented on as i watch on one device and take notes on another like a lil movie major or smthin LMAO. To shorten typing time, Sauce will be SG and tat man will just be K as his real name is Kyle. ok? ok

SG, impatient & cocky, trying to show out 4 the stream like a little loser: ay cmon bruh im ready 😤!!🤘🏿 *goes to lay down on the jets styled?? tatting bed??? idk what that is i don't get tats.. i just know they probably fucked on it cus sauce winced when he had to sit down LMAO. went from ay bruh im ready to EUAGH 😫!! Eh 😣😖!! in a millisecond LMFAO*

K: *checks himself out on camera for a split second*

K: *very polite to the stream's viewing. Apparently has never streamed or got an audience up close n personal during his tat sessions. Only shows the before and after photos so this is a new but very fun experience for him. aww, so cute <3 sauce getting him to try new things!!!! He's nervous about getting the best angles for us and he's always trying his best to please!! ( he's so service top it's Mad. it's MADDENIN!!! ) Sauce dramatic diva demanding hot n s*x fierce reporter mean fake bitch and his quiet polite and personable yet professionally firm, keeping sauce in line when he needs to fulltime cameraman part time bodyguard when the situation gets unexpectedly (or expectedly. Not everyone has Tat man's insanely loyal patience with sauce...) hostile WHEN??? Slowburn We're just workers/he's just my minion to ........... don't ask why we came out of the same bathroom at the same time STFU ?? HELLO??? TAT MAN!!!*

Chat: cook up kyle

Kyle: !! :] !! yea 😺!! im boutta cook 🥰 (HE KEEPS GETTING SO SWEETLY HYPED UP FROM SAUCES LIL AUDIENCE. IT'S SO CUTE LOL)

1:05 (around there idk none of these time stamps will be any accurate bcs i pause late after realizing smthin was funny then guestimate where it started so sorry :( ): sauce walking his big b00bies up in our face jumpscare :/ . To help Kyle zoom the camera per his chats demands. He lowkey high key very anxious and micromanaging abt kyle using his camera equipment lol. He just loves telling people what to do but also that shit is probably very expensive. But cmon sauce. Kyle the cameraman's got it!!! HE EVEN HAS THE PERFECT CAMERAMAN NAME LIKE?? Let him take care of you bbygirl ..😼

Sauce once again (a bit more gingerly this time) sits himself on his jets style seat thing and let's out a little cry of pain when his ass hits it??? sauce these bttm allegations are BEATING ur ASS lmao????

Kyle does what sauce was about to do for him and sauce kinda :/// >:( 😰😰😠. Sauce try to go five seconds without micromanaging challenge impossible. Complains about chat being able to see his facial expressions being too close up now and how he won't be able to fuck with Kyle no more cus of it cus they'll make shit is weird. Kyle simply responds ' That's love 🙂. '

Sauce goads the chat asking if he should end stream. Kyle at first thinks maybe he isn't cameramanning right and gets a little nervous/sad at disappointing sauce but quickly catches onto the strategy and joins in on the bait. The chat take it with a chorus of Nos. Girlboss sauce malewife Tat man media powercouple ftw?

2:58, K: wait turn ur head a lil bit? *Sauce looks at him* no, other way *sauce looks away, exposing neck to him and pre-ink*

K admires his work. Shows it off to the chat, tells them he's getting them right. Zooms in on sauce's neck

SOMEBODY SAID 'L NIPPLE' IN THE CHAT WHAT???? Chat language is so.... beautiful 😭

'Stop being a lil girl take the pain like a man'????? Yall sure this is twitch and not p*rnhub ??? tf?

Kyle zooms in. Chat: "glad to get the nipple off the page" HELP. my thoughts exactly

Kyle tries hiding sauces face with his zooms bcs he knows sauce was self conscious about his expressions lmao. Chat, instantly, and these are different people too. Everyone is a sadist here apparently. My kinda people 😼: 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE FR' 'HIS FACE BRO WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE' 'WE NEED TO SEE HIS FACE IF HE CRIES'

3:38 Sauce, reading the chat bcs if he doesn't have attention that he can feel for five seconds he explodes and dies: is my face in there ? <- literally just whined about not wanting his face seen bcs he'd get weird comments and ruin his very heterosexual very platonic relationship with tat man. But is now turning his whole tune around for some shred of people pleasing attention omg 🙄 poo fimbly 😑

K: nah they be clownin 😿.. *just wants to protect him*

Sauce agrees a bit then quickly changes subject to compliment himself.

Sauce notices camera needs shifting so he tries but Kyle's on it before he can. Sauce keeps trying anyways until eventually the needles settle him slougish

5:10 chat tells them to zoom out but sauce defends his cameraman: AINT NO ZOOM OUT 😾😾!! HE TRYNA GIVE YOU THE UPCLOSE LOOKS !!

Kyle zooms out anyways

Sauce whines about his nipple lol

Sg: yall weird af 😑 Yall tryna see my nipple or smthin 🤨? *incredulous look to camera*

K: FREE THE NIP!!!!! <- reading off chat, sadly

THE CHAT BULLIED HIM INTO HIDING HIS BOOBS LMAO. He got a blanket 😭 so now he's gonna be with another man... while under a blanket ? um. sauce I think this is pretty lose lose if u ask me .

Kyle wearing those black tattoo gloves gently touching sauces neck.... soft dom and not even trying to hide it 🤨?

Chat: stop moaning 😐

Sauce: my bad bruh 😔

Someone: get the tissues ready (????)

Sg: in da trenches 😼. in da trenches 😼

Someone in chat: sauce do u like when men fuck u? ( 🤔.. it's a fair ask 😳.)

Chat: the right side of my neck hurted the most (average sauce fan iq, im afraid )

Chat: SAUCE BABY START TWERKING

( now im just finding funny chat stuff cus all sauce doing rn is trying to not cry by randomly singing along to the music and kyle is working)

Chat trying to plot lies on kyle by spamming kyle messed up smthin so sauce can get worried lmao

9:40: around there, maybe a bit later, sauce starts groaning and cursing more

Chat: Sauce is it hard

Sauce asks how many people watching bcs u know he looooves an audience. Kyle doesn't know how to check so he has to stop and ask the chat

Kyle: Seven- ..... 776? 800? a thousand? man idk :(. yall play too much >:( yall play too damn much 🙄! ... i fuck with yall tho >:)

Chat trying to gaslight sauce into thinking Kyle's actually tatting a dick on his neck

I've been skipping or doing other stuff during some of the tatting. Sauce got up to try and figure out some twitch function? Mic suppression? idk. He lowkey stalling lol.

Kyle starts asking what the chat been saying around 31:40, curious.

Sauce and Kyle mumble to songs internmentedly lol

33:25 around there kyle raps to a song he rlly likes. Sauce adlibs it's cute

PAUSING THIS AT 35:10. We basically got an hour left in this jawn. YALL WE WATCHED ALOT IM PROUD!!!! OK im leaving this here for now, reblogging l a ter maybe even finishing it idk? I just need this shit sent cus im a lil nervous if it'll even load... this was a lotta work 😭 all for tatman and sauce interactions damn... ion even know this man's last name .. i need to go do strong people things now BYE see yall soon hopefully

[tumblingxelian]

Okay but, Selina Kyle wearing a catsuit actually makes some sense.

Why the heck would Talia wear a bodysuit instead of a dress?

I know the Doylist reasoning, but what about the Watsonian reasoning?

True, though even then part of it irks me depending on how its drawn and framed. Like Batman doesn't need to wear a catsuit for stealthing.

Yeah no its utter nonsense, why is she running around in that. She has more style, and a totally different vibe, come on now. Not everyone needs to be in latex.

[hollywoodsargeant]

Just finished ch11, it's amazing

I loved every bit of it, it feels like they're kinda starting to be more aware of their feelings, they are starting to really notice how special they are for each other (but not really realising that they're in love with each other, idiots)

Also, I love the sense of comfort and sweetness they have, even when they're literally having sex they are incredibly sweet to each other

Logan making it his mission to make Oscar flustered as often as possible is very cute

Special mention to their friends who have had their relationship figured out before they do, Logan's reaction to Kyle's texts is so funny to me, what did he expect exactly? That seeing a pic of Oscar sleeping on top of him shirtless Kyle would just think "ah, yes, that's what besties do"😭

I'm suffering with them, they're very much idiots but are so cute at the same time

As always your writing style is amazing and I love it, can't wait for ch12 (no matter how long it is), I both want this to end soon so I can see them happy and together and want it to last forever because it's my favourite story out of all the ones I've read in my entire life and I love it so much

Anyways, now that I've written my traditional "as long as the chapter itself" message I can go do the things I've postponed to read boyish

Hope you have an amazing day <3

HELLO. THANK YOU <3 mayhaps they are getting a Tiny bit more aware but they are still mostly big stupid. attributing all of their nonsense feelings to he’s my best friend and i’ve known him forever like WAKE UP!!!

logan loves making oscar flustered. it’s his life mission. oscar also enjoys making logan flustered but he’s usually too nervous to do it (i’m projecting. he is me). and they both continue to be surprised that people think they’re dating bc they’re both convinced it’s not that crazy. ik i’ve said it before they’re aware that they’re not normal but they’re not aware that they’re IN LOVE!

and thank you so much <3 ch12 still scares me from a distance i just have like. too much i want to put in it. it’s the end of their senior year a lot of things need to happen and there’s a lot of things i just Want to happen like. it will be fine i will get through it. for now i’m actually doing. something else. you’ll see that like Really Soon

i hope you finished all the things you postponed <3 and i have been having spectacular days thank you verymuch

#ask #boyish.miamis #you are all too nice to me #rip me. i died

[south-park-meta]

Ask game for Stan

Sexuality headcanon- Bi. Outside of Kyle his serious relationships are all with women, but he does hook up with guys in hs/young adulthood in my hcs where he and Kyle aren't pretty much dating from hs onward.

Otp- Style

Brotp- Style, but also Stenny

Notp- Staig, Stutters, Steek. I see Craig as being too much of a dick to Stan and Stan being too much of a dick to Butters and Tweek for my tastes lol

first headcanon that pops into my head- That Stan 'comes out' to Kenny before he does Kyle by talking about boys he thinks are hot. He doesn't think about it that much in a 'secret sharing' capacity, more in the capacity of Kyle not liking to talk about people's bodies and him and Kenny just running their mouths a bit, but Kyle does see it more as Stan not telling him things and is hurt by it.

favorite line from this character- 'Oh God, I hope I didn't hurt any beavers.' is the one stuck in my head rn but really I like most of his lines.

one way in which I relate to this character- Getting stuck on something small that bugs me and snowballing it to a nonsensical degree to make a point. The traveling across the country because a movie pissed me off is the brand of nonsense I engage with when people don't tell me I'm being a dumbfuck and need to let things go.

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character- The episodes where Stan gets up his own ass lol, but in a specific way. I actually didn't mind the ChatGPT ep in this regard and found it funny even though I did find it a backslide in growth with communicating with Wendy that's been pretty consistent (if sporadic) in my view though I know it bothered a lot of people just on a strict behavior standpoint. But the stuff that GETS me is eps like Butterballs where he's so wanting people to like him that it makes him a massive shitlord hahaha. The only one I find good enough to rewatch is Trapped in the Closet because caring about the good of the people was still part of that where most of the time it's really just down to 'I don't want to seem unlikable, look this is making me superficially popular which must mean people like me'.

cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Cinnamon roll, though covered with sprinkles of problematic fav

#stan marsh #south park #ty :)

[xtruss]

A.I. Pop Culture Is Already Here

We’re living in a world in which every style, every idea, and every possible remix can be generated as fast and frictionlessly as possible.

— By Kyle Chayka | April 7, 2023

Illustration by Nicholas Konrad/The New Yorker

Last month, a YouTube user named demonflyingfox uploaded a video titled “Harry Potter by Balenciaga.” It showed characters from the Harry Potter films—Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, Snape, McGonagall, Dobby—as gaunt models with aggressive cheekbones (slightly yassified), dressed in gothic capes and leather jackets. Set against a catwalk-worthy electronica beat, the actors blink, nod, and speak lines from the books which have been remixed with fashion references. “You are Balenciaga, Harry,” Hagrid says, instead of breaking the news that Harry is a wizard. The video is strange and hilariously sinister. In three weeks, it has received almost five million views; a sequel, released less than a week ago, has netted more than a million and a half. Pop-culture mashups of one famous thing with another are an archetype of Internet meme-making. What’s unusual about “Harry Potter by Balenciaga” is that it was generated with artificial-intelligence tools. As the video’s creator, the Berlin-based photographer Alexander Niklass, who made the demonflyingfox channel, told me, the video demonstrates a newfound ability of A.I. to “create filmlike moments.”

A.I. tools were involved in each step of Niklass’s process, and in each element of the video. He created the basic static images with Midjourney, evoking the Harry Potter actors and outfits through text prompts such as “male model, grotesque, balenciaga commercial.” Then he used ElevenLabs—a “voice-cloning” tool—to create models of the actors’ voices based on previously recorded audio. Finally, he fed the images into a service called D-ID, which is used to make “avatar videos”—subtly animated portraits, not so far off from those that appear in the newspapers of the Potter world. D-ID added the signature lip synchs and head nods, which Niklass explained were a reference to fashion models tilting their chins for the cameras. The combination of child-friendly film and adult luxury fashion held no particular symbolism nor expressed an artistic intent. It’s “entertainment,” Niklass said. Yet the video’s most compelling aspect might be its vacuity, a meaningless collision of cultural symbols. The nonsense is the point.

A.I. tools may have been able to replicate actors’ faces and generate fashionable outfits, but only Niklass could have come up with the concept, which required keen observation of both high fashion and the wizarding world—and also a very specific, extremely online sense of humor. With tools like Midjourney publicly available to anyone online, “everybody can create something visually appealing now,” he said. “But A.I. can’t generate taste yet,” he continued. By “taste,” he meant “a good aesthetic judgment”—background knowledge of what you’re generating and a sense for what looks good, without falling too far into the uncanny valley. To put it another way, execution may have been democratized by generative A.I., but ideas have not. The human is still the originator, editor, and curator of A.I.’s effects. Proof of Niklass’s taste can be found in the many copycats of his videos now on YouTube: Anyone can access the same technology and attempt a replica following the formula he set. (A video tutorial made by an A.I.-education channel called PromptJungle shows the exact process.) There are “Matrix by Gucci,” “Star Wars by Balenciaga,” and “The Office by Balenciaga” videos, but none of them are as appealingly odd as the original.

While no one would mistake “Harry Potter by Balenciaga” for real footage—except, perhaps, as a real fashion-advertising campaign—another A.I.-generated image recently made news headlines because so many thought it was real. It was, or appeared to be, a photo of Pope Francis walking on the street wearing a baroque version of a puffer jacket, silken white, with a high collar and a hood. A cross necklace swung from his neck and he carried a to-go coffee. “Swagged out” would be an appropriate description. The detail and texture of the image made it appear utterly realistic. When I first encountered it, while quickly scrolling by, I thought it was real and almost unremarkable—of course the Pope has fancy clothes. The model and actor Chrissy Teigen tweeted that she “didnt give it a second thought.” But it was created using Midjourney by a Chicago man who identified himself as Pablo Xavier when he was, as he told the Chicago Tribune, high on mushrooms. He used prompts with phrases such as “Catholic Pope Francis. Balenciaga puffy coat. Streets of Paris.” (Perhaps the fashion brand is primed for A.I., or it comes easily to mind as a signifier of avant-garde luxury.) “I just thought it was funny to see the Pope in a funny jacket,” Xavier told BuzzFeed News.

Created without much intention besides an imaginative whim, the images were so potent because they were made to look so photographic, a capability now in the hands of anyone online, not just highly skilled human photo retouchers. A.I. automates creative impulses, negating the labor involved in producing an image or a video. (A real version of the “Harry Potter by Balenciaga” videos would likely have cost millions of dollars in talent alone.) Mulling over this discrepancy between input and output, I had a dialogue with ChatGPT. It was more Socratic than an actual discussion, a bit like talking to the mirror. But it helped me elucidate my own reactions. I asked how A.I.-generated imagery was changing our perceptions. It responded that there has been a “blurring of the lines between real and artificial.” Then I asked, Isn’t it true that even an A.I.-generated, “artificial” image is also a “real” thing, because some human caused it to be made, as a kind of cultural wish fulfillment? The robot responded that the realism of A.I. images “is often designed to be illusory.” This idea of “illusory realism” struck me as apt. The A.I. content has the appearance of realism, without actual reality—reality solely as a style.

In a 2022 interview, David Holz, the founder of Midjourney, used the phrase “aesthetic accelerationism” to describe the profusion of generated imagery enabled by public A.I. tools. It evokes a world in which every style, every idea, and every possible remix is generated as fast and frictionlessly as possible, and the successful ones stick and get attention, like “Harry Potter by Balenciaga” and the swagged-out Pope. It may be less because they are artistically great than because they solved some formula of attention. Perhaps the successful creation is unimaginably bizarre, the seamless merging of two unrelated things. Or it’s driven by the fascination of the perfect replica, something that we know isn’t real but which is easy to see or briefly perceive as such, like a trompe-l’oeil painting.

For the past few days, I’ve been looping a new hip-hop track over and over. It’s called “Savages,” by the French outfit AllttA. The song is sweetly nostalgic, with synthesized strings and a snare backbeat; it features what sounds like Jay-Z trading verses with AllttA’s Mr. J. Medeiros in a throwback style. But, of course, it’s not Jay-Z; it’s an A.I. model of his voice, used, presumably, without the artist’s permission. It’s another example of illusory realism. The human-written song is good on its own, and would be perfectly fine without the fake Jay-Z, but the familiar voice adds something ineffably compelling to the track, making it sound like an unreleased B-side from the nineteen-nineties. It has more than two hundred thousand plays on YouTube. “The thought of enjoying this and it’s AI is beyond me,” one user wrote in the comments. I feel the same kind of existential confusion. It sticks in my brain like an unsolved puzzle. I don’t care that it’s not actually Jay-Z, in large part because the A.I. quality is good enough that I, a non-expert, can barely tell the difference. But it seems that a Rubicon has been crossed: It doesn’t matter that these artifacts are generated by A.I.; we can just enjoy them for what they are. It happened faster than I thought possible, but now that A.I.-generated pop culture has entered the mainstream, it seems unlikely that we’ll ever get rid of it. ♦

[a-student-out-of-time]

Honestly I love how you handled the whole Kanade situation in Twisted Sister, like yeah it was a bad choice in the long run but the way you have the characters come to terms with it is really good storytelling, ik part of your style is "trying to make good things out of bad storytelling" and you do a really good job with that in ASOOT

//Yep, the best advice I can give any writer out there? Rather than retconning away all the bad parts of your work and saying they didn't really happen, try to build story out of them and see how it can improve the story and characters for the better.

//Unless your work is so unsalvageably bad that it needs to be retconned to actually make sense, there's always the potential to make them work. Not to mention some stories can get away with even seemingly nonsensical explanations that can open up more possibilities.

//A prime example I know of is Hal Jordan becoming Parallax. Popular consciousness was that the character was boring, and so they wanted to do something new with him and the Green Lanterns...which involved destroying his hometown, having him go crazy and murder the entire Green Lantern corps to collect their powers and declare himself a supervillain.

//This allowed them to streamline Green Lantern down to a single character, an artist named Kyle Rainer. Kyle proved to be a popular character, but fans were still pretty pissed about what had to be done to get him and how disrespectful it was to Hal.

//So about a decade later, Hal's inexplicable turn to evil was explained thusly: he'd been possessed by a giant yellow space bug made of living fear, known as Parallax, who'd been trapped in the Green Lantern Central Power Battery and thus was the source of their weakness to the color yellow.

//This is why I love superhero comics. While that might sound silly, it fits within their universe and it allowed them to introduce the creatures that embody the other emotional spectrum colors.

//Sometimes problems can become sources of whole new ideas in and of themselves

#mod talks #a student out of time

[amporella]

i’m not quite sure what to ask so here’s an open question: is there anything in particular you really want to talk about rn?? like what are you thinking about the most?

AUGH I MEAN... what I really REALLY want to talk about is my freaking soon-to-be-released meta!!!! I put my heart and soul and 10k words into that thing and I'm very VERY proud of how it turned out. I want to talk about it a lot but that would kind of spoil it, so I am reluctantly keeping my mouth shut. It's going to come out in about a week though!! The main reason I'm delaying it is because style week is going on right now, and I'd hate to bring something that will inevitably cause some kind of discourse (as all my metas do </3) in on what's supposed to be essentially a celebration, and I'd also hate for what kind of feels like my firstborn child to get lost in the fray. As I type this ask I'm weirdly tense about everything because there's so much going on, so I'm just excited to get it out of the way!! And to get my style fics done and posted in time for the two days I'm doing. THOSE ARE THE MAIN THINGS REALLY. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS!! I'm actually very glad I get to say at least something about the meta before I finally release it, even if it's kind of in the form of nonsensical word vomit. I'm like sweating as I type this. My enthusiasm about metaing knows NO bounds, or my enthusiasm in general really!!!!!

But alternatively, for the things that I am otherwise always (and recently) thinking about:

JERSEY STAN AND METRO CRAIG. It's like me and three of my friends who like this insane proposal and I've been having serious brainworms over it, which I'm sure I'll go into in another post when I have more time and more thoughts. And even beyond that, we should talk about Kyle's eyelashes more often, just in general. I know in my heart they are GREAT eyelashes!

#I'M SORRY THIS IS SO INCOHERENT? #thank you nonetheless <3 #asks

[banannabethchase]

Dream booking time! Prepare for chaos, emotions, and the Power of Friendship.

Prepare for overbooked chaos.

Background details:

Probably around 6-9 months from now.

Elite have won back the trios belts and are heely goodness for 10-15 weeks with them

All injured members are back, except for Hangman

Ricky Starks holds the belt after winning it off of MJF in a long, painful fight in a rubber match.

Tag belts are on Best Friends or Private Party.

Kenny Omega and Chris Jericho have been arguing that they're the best leader of all factions out there. With Bobby Fish gone, Adam Cole comes back with Kyle O'Reilly and they beg forgiveness from Kenny and the Bucks, who accept as long as they acknowledge Kenny as the Best Ever. The problem? Kenny is claiming to have "reformed" Bullet Club in the US and that the Cleaner never left. We've gotten a few promos from key Bullet Club members - threats first from Chris Bey, then El Phantasmo, then Juice Robinson, and, finally, Jay White himself, who still holds the IWGP championship.

JAS are still being their infuriating heel selves. And they go for a Blood and Guts style match: JAS vs. the Undisputed Elite. Two Point Oh and the Bucks have a flippy, chaotic submatch in here that kills all four. Hopefully that stupid hammer is involved somehow. Preferably with Angelo getting extruded through the edges again, just as a treat. JAS have lost 3 men so far - 2.0, and Jake Hagar, who got blindsided by Kyle O'Reilly and a chair, which, in homage to that other time, bounces back and smacks O'Reilly out, and they both are on the ground with chair wounds.

Kenny and Adam prepare to take on Jericho and Garcia, who are barely moving and bloody, with Kenny taking the time to go on the mic and gloat. Mistake.

Cue Bullet Club theme. Out walk El Phantasmo, Chris Bey and, King Switch himself. "I think you are all forgetting who the real leader of Bullet Club is." He drops the mic and slowly stalks toward the cage, while Bey and Phantasmo dart down the ramp in their own personal styles. Phantasmo is doing some sort of tongue nonsense as always. Bey unlocks the door while Jay White revels in the cheers.

Bey and Phantasmo hold the door open for Jay, who walks in, title over his shoulder. Kenny and Cole are panicking.

"Chris," Jay White says, "I noticed three of yours are down. Care to call in substitutes?"

Jericho, covered in blood nods, relinquishing control of JAS for the first time. He collapses on the floor against the corner, sure to keep all shoulders up by dragging Garcia, who hasn't moved, with him.

Jay tries to use the belt on Kenny, but the two of them are equally matched and go at each other with precision and technique. Phantasmo, however, climbs up the edge of the cage while Bey grabs Cole's arms and holds him still. Phantasmo does a moon sault over the edge, landing on Bey and Cole. None of them move.

Jay White kicks out of a One Winged Angel, laughing. He grabs the mic this time, gloating over Kenny like Kenny had gloated. "Tell me, Mr. Omega. Who is the leader of Bullet Club?" Kenny, mouth full of blood, spits in Jay's face.

"Oh, come now, I can't hear you." He kneels down and puts the mic to Kenny's lips. "A little louder, if you will."

"Fuck you," Kenny spits.

Jay laughs, makes himself comfortable on the floor. "See, that's the difference between you and me. I," he nods over to where Bey and Phantasmo, still tangled up with each other and Cole, lay,"don't have friends. I have colleagues, willing to do whatever I ask. That's your problem, Tyson. You're terrible at realizing when it should be friendship and when it should be work."

Lights fall. Here, we diverge into two different timelines.

Timeline 1: We hear Hangman Adam Page's theme. It's his first music hit since his injury. They lights come on, but nobody can find him. The lights turn off and music goes silent. Lights on. Hangman stands just inside the door. He could move. He doesn't.

Kenny sobs with relief. "Hangman!" he says, groveling into the microphone. "Please. Help."

Hangman walks over to him, clothing all black, a hoodie on. He stares over Kenny. And then he grins. "We never were friends, were we?" He pulls off the hoodie to show the classic Hangman Bullet Club style and kicks Kenny directly in the face, gesturing for Jay to take the pin. It wins the match for JAS, but all the credit goes to Jay White. Hangman is grinning at him, but it's not altogether kind.

Timeline 2: Lights go out. When they turn on, a familiar figure is there, but minimal clues other than the look on Kenny's face: half relief, half heartbreak. Ibushi's music blares as he runs down the ramp. Kenny reaches for him, but Jay White, noticing a real threat, kicks Kenny in the head, and he goes down. Ibushi and Jay go for hand to hand combat, Ibushi desperate to get to Kenny before he's down too. He takes out Jay with his own belt, then reaches a hand down to Kenny, pulling him up. "More than friendship, right?" And Kenny gets the pin.

#Look it's a dream match LET ME HAVE THIS #in which SAra writes #wtf i like wrestling now??? #AEW dream booking #I don't know how to tag this

[renticat]

avoidant attachment style

Is me. Is me now that I am running from the reality to protect myself from heartbreak. Fuck I need to make the Capital sentence manual as i am typing this on laptop and idk why it's not automatic on tumblr website hmm. maybe it's okay though, i mean i know it's wrong but many things are just feels so wrong right now.

Things hasn't been easy for me. It never was. And somehow I have this urges to see the video when I was in high school. The school trip to Bali that is the first time I ever went there, I wish it wasn't the last but yeah I am stuck here and broke. I don't know whether people understand this or thinking that I am joking because I am not. Poor me, said kyle when I don’t say that. Is just his way to dodge his own responsibility by belittling me. Fuck you.

Okay and it went great for the first and second video but my dvd player on this laptop starting to make loud noises and suddenly my laptop shutting itself down. So is this means that the dvd is broken? Because I have just played a video though. Yeah sucks cause it mostly filmed the language class and just little bit of other classes. Idk why because the documentation person is on language class, that fuckity crush of mine shows up too much on videos while I am just searching on the glimpse of myself back then. ARGHHHHHHHH. Fuck this. I miss him, fuck and kyle and richard and you. Yeah you now the bali citizen. Of course they don't feel the same cause every one of them has gone or either blocked me. But still why the hell could you be so cruel rin? Don't talk about saving me when you never want to do that. I am hurt. I am in pain and literally this wisdom tooth has been killing me again.

It stopped the video, is it the dvd or the dvd player? Yeah cry me an ocean because my tears has filled up too many rivers. If only tears makes you smarter though, probably I already solved this world problem about hate and discrimination. Oh no, you can’t ever save that problem, as long as people feel they’re better than other, wiser than other and the only way that is right is their way. It's impossible. Just wishing for my inner self peace. And maybe if all people in this world have this, there would no need any war just to fulfill nonsense prophecy and holy fantasy.

I've been recording and half writing my feeling but never upload it because someone named sam broke me. But before he did he pretended that he fucking cares and that's what broke me the most. If he had gone hostile since the beginning or just politely saying no I don't want anything to do with you, I will not be a cry baby. But hey, I can't just control someone right? They will hurt me and that's their choice and I can choose to move on but damn it hurts cause I just wish the sweetness will be real for a moment, like real fucking thing.

It's never like that. I probably just have better luck on those impossible peace of the world rather than wishing someone to be fucking honest with me. Is this a curse? Come on. The curse because I am always so blunt and people won't play with my rules so instead they're being so cuddly and hide their knives before they finally stabbing me while also hugging me so tight.

Can I just get the hug? Please. stab me when I am asleep. show me some fucking mercy.

[sprnkles]

stop , stop ! just put the [ weapon ] down ! for Kyle

at first he thought he was just dripping into the hands of insanity, inch by inch. the constant lessons drilled into him by his father, bouncing around his skull like a ping pong ball. especially one-something about a certain feeling that arises whenever they are around.

kyle's felt it before. someone passes him and all the hairs on his neck creep up, goosebumps crawling over every inch of his skin. a deep, penetrating cold that lingers for days. but it's only ever been that- fleeting. he's never been in constant close contact with someone touched by the devil.

he doesn't remember precisely when he first crossed paths with the other. maybe at a diner or a coffee shop. but he remembers the horrible, hideous gut feeling that hit him when he made eye contact with him. kyle knew at once that this man, was not entirely human. and it terrified him.

how he got here, in this position, gripping the steak knife that came with his meal, pointing it at this man, he didn't know. something took over. had his dad died and his ghost was finally coming to haunt him? use his body to eradicate the supernatural beings of the world like he said he would?

the log-style cabin diner is mainly empty. but kyle had followed the other into the narrow hallway that led to the dimly lit bathrooms. maybe it was fate that kept bringing the two together. kyle saw him everywhere. on the road, sidewalks, various shops. and he was fed up.

"not until you tell me what you are." his voice is low and hushed, as not to attract any attention. but the anger in his tone is loud. he'd thought he'd finally run away from all this nonsense, but here it was, presenting it's face once more.

#∘⡊ † ˚⊹ K Y L E — interaction. #∘⡊ † ˚⊹ i feel so alone - i feel so alone out here.