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lockefanfic · 1 year

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Shut Up

There was a lot to look at.

Her hair, for one thing - that wavy, light blue tussle atop her head that struck just the perfect balance between perfectly styled and I just rolled out of bed like this; the adorable striped top that showed off just enough of her cute little tummy; the knee-length black socks that leant her otherwise casual outfit a touch of class and put-togetherness.

It was the skirt, though, mostly.

It was barely a skirt - more like a tube top for her butt and hips, truth be told. Tight and gold and so ridiculously short, it was no doubt what captured most, if not all, of your attention, to say nothing of the attention of most male passersby.

She watches your eyes give her a head-to-toe scan, and doesn’t miss the way they settle on her hips and the short length of gold fabric wrapped around them. The corners of her lips curl up into a sly little smile - the kind of smile that appears on the lips of someone watching their plans come into fruition.

“Come on now,” she says, casually, as she nears the bench you were sitting on. She didn’t even bother with a greeting, didn’t even bother with giving you more than a cursory glance. “The movie’s starting soon.”

She saunters right past you, making her way towards the theater’s front entrance without breaking her stride. You would’ve been content to sit there all day and watch the sway of those hips and the wiggle of that butt as she walked away, to say nothing of the delicious sight her creamy thighs made with each step. That skirt was so short, so ludicrously short, that the bottom of her butt cheeks were almost visible - and you found yourself quickly wondering what she was wearing underneath it, if anything at all.

You might’ve stayed rooted to that bench watching your girlfriend walk away from you for the rest of the evening had nothing forced you to move - and so you’re thankful when she turns around and waves towards herself with a come hither movement, palm down, the same way an owner would summon a pet.

And just like the obedient little mutt her skirt had transformed you into, you get up off the bench and follow her.

You beat her to the theater doors, reaching them just in time to swing one open for her. She smiles sweetly at you, that perfect round face and the adorable features atop them reminding you that for all of her seductive, sly charm, Kim Gaeul could also be ridiculously cute.

As she walks through the open door she gives you a quick peck on the cheek before bringing her lips to your ears.

“To answer your question, no, I’m not wearing underwear.”

Gaeul enters the theater. It takes a few moments for you to gather yourself before you manage to join her.

---

It was admittedly a little difficult to focus on the movie.

Something about blue aliens fighting against human colonists, or something along those lines. It was pretty to look at, but hard to focus on given the other visual temptations that lurked just beyond the edges of the movie screen.

Gaeul’s legs, in full view thanks to the length of her skirt, made for quite the distraction in your peripheral vision. And she knew it too, judging by the way she was constantly squirming in her seat, slipping one leg atop the other slowly, casually running her fingertips up and down her exposed thighs, putting on as much of a show for you as the computer generated blue aliens on the screen.

At one point she leans close to you, wrapping her arm around yours as she dips her hand into the comically large tub of popcorn on your lap.

You turn your head to look at her, momentarily surprised to find that her eyes were already on yours. There is a cute, warm smile on her lips - although there is a hint of mischievousness lurking in the corners of her mouth and in her half-lidded eyes. This was all a game to her, one that she’d signed you both up for the second she picked that damned skirt out of her closet.

Her tongue slips out between her lips, wet and slick and long. She places the kernel on the tip of it, draws it into her mouth, and chews on it slowly. Her lips curl into that smile again.

She brings her lips to your ear. When she speaks it is softly, almost a whisper. Not nearly loud enough for any of the crowd around you hear, but more than loud enough for you to hang on every syllable.

“You know what I can’t stop thinking about? The way you ate me out last week. Your tongue on my clit. Your fingers inside me. I hope I tasted good when I came on your mouth. Fuck, I came so hard. I was so wet! I loved feeling you slurp it all up.”

Her mouth leaves your ear, and she gives you one last look - sexy and sultry, and it’s there for only a second. She turns her head towards the movie screen, where the blue aliens are discovering the power of love or something. Her face changes completely, as though a seductive, sensuous curtain were being drawn away from her face to reveal a mature, composed young woman beneath.

“This movie is so pretty,” she says, as she reaches into the popcorn tub and pops another overpriced, artificially buttered kernel into her mouth.

---

An hour had passed since the movie had ended, and had someone put a gun to your head and demanded a synopsis of it you supposed you’d be a dead man. How could anyone focus on anything other than the filth their girlfriend was whispering into their ear?

Gaeul had thankfully decided not to tease you any further - something you were thankful for given the potential awkwardness of having to hide an erection in a public space. She’d returned to her composed, mature persona for now, it seemed, and you were happy to let her.

“I think I’ll have the spaghetti,” you state as you browse the menu at the Italian place you’d both found yourselves at for dinner.

“Hmm, a good choice, a good choice,” Gaeul replies. Her index finger traces a path down the menu before she taps her lip with it, her brain analyzing the list of pasta-based delights laid out in front of her.

You find a smile appear on your lips as you watch her ponder her order. While you were certainly a fan of her more seductive side, she could certainly be a plain old cutiepie when she wanted to be.

“I think I want three loads tonight,” she says, her tone flat and casual, her eyes not leaving the menu, as though she were naming potential pasta orders and not utterly wrecking her boyfriend’s composure. “One in my mouth, to start things off. The second - the main course - I definitely want in my pussy, and I want it after a good hard fucking. I want you to leave my cunt nice and creamy. The third one can wait until the morning, I guess, because you know how fucking horny I am in the morning. I suppose you can decide where that load goes. Maybe you can paint my ass with your cum, considering how much you’ve been staring at it all night.”

It’s at that moment that the waiter arrives.

“Have we had time to decide what we’ll be having today?” he asks, oblivious to the considerable damage the young woman at the table had just done to her partner’s countenance.

“Yes, we are!” Gaeul replies, bright and cheerful, smile wide, eyes beaming at the waiter. “We can start with the melon and prosciutto - I love having sweet things in my mouth to start things off.”

Her eyes find yours as the waiter jots down her order. Her tongue darts out between her lips, slides across them quickly.

“Of course. And for your main course?”

“I think I’ll have the pasta alfredo. With extra sauce, please? I want it nice and creamy.”

“A good choice. And for you, sir?”

It takes you a moment to make sense of your thoughts. You begin to order, but your words leave your voice in a high-pitched squeak. Gaeul smiles to herself, wickedly. She raises her glass of wine to her lips and takes a sip as you stumble out your order.

“The spaghetti and meatballs, please.”

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“So I was thinking three nights in Tokyo, three nights in Kyoto? Did you still want to go to Osaka?”

“Sure,” you reply after swallowing another mouthful of your spaghetti. “I’m always up for the food in Osaka. Maybe we can go back to that yakitori place we went to last time?”

“Mmm, totally!” Gaeul answers around a half-mouthful of her alfredo - something you might’ve found rude in anyone else, but definitely adorable whenever she did it, because she only did so when she was enthusiastic about your conversation. She hurriedly swallows her pasta and begins to collect her next mouthful with her fork and spoon before replying.

“Hey, you know what else I was thinking - tonight, I want you to fold me in half like you did last Saturday. I want my knees touching my shoulders while you pound me into the bed until I cum on your cock. Once I’ve cum, you can fuck me however you want until you cum in me. Maybe start thinking about how you want to take me, okay?”

“Gaeul-”

“How are the first few bites?” comes a voice, and it takes you a few moments to realize that the waiter has reappeared at the table. He is polite and cheery, as all good waiters are, but at that moment you wanted nothing else than to tell him to go far, far away.

Gaeul, mouth full of pasta, takes a moment to lick some stray sauce from her lips, those devious eyes of hers locked on yours all the while. She smiles as she takes another sip of her wine, forcing you to answer the waiter’s question.

“Delicious,” you tell the waiter, forced smile on your lips.

---

“So let me guess, you’d like a full day in Akihabara and I’m going to spend it following you around and carrying your shopping bags?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer between bites of the cheesecake you were sharing. Gaeul sighs, but it is exaggerated and cute and not at all a judgment of your intense interest in Tokyo’s geeky sector, especially considering she had plenty of equally geeky activities lined up herself.

“Okay fine, but no complaining when we get to the bookstores and I dig for my manga.”

“Of course not,” you say. “Have you thought of which ones you want to go to?”

“Yup!” she says, face brightening. She reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, unlocking it and bringing up her maps app. She places the phone between you so you can see all the little yellow stars she’d placed on the map of Tokyo. You both lean in close to the phone’s screen.

“So have you thought about how you want to cum in me?” she states, and you realize quickly how easily you’d fallen into her trap. Her eyes stay locked on her phone, her fingers dragging and pinching and zooming the map in and out, looking for all the world like an enthusiastic girlfriend showing her boyfriend all the places she wanted to visit in the Japanese capital. “I want to ride you first, but I think I want you to cum while you fuck me from behind. When you’re taking me from behind you get so fucking deep - I swear I can feel you in my stomach. And when you cum, fuck, it shoots so deep inside me.”

“Fuck, Gaeul-”

“How’s dessert?” comes a voice, and you need a moment to compose yourself before turning to face the waiter with the worst timing on the face of the planet.

“It’s wonderful,” you answer, with a forced smile on your lips. You turn to Gaeul to find her still focused on the map, but with those lips of hers curled into that same wicked smile. “But I think we’ll take the rest to go. We’ll have the bill, please.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back with a box for your cake.”

“I want to go to this bookstore in particular,” Gaeul says the second the waiter leaves, her eyes not once having left the digital map of Tokyo on the screen of her phone. She has tapped one of the yellow stars on the map to bring up details on one particular bookstore. Her tone is bright and enthusiastic. “It’s got all these old volumes that came out a few years ago that I missed…”

---

For as wonderful as Gaeul’s verbal teasing was, it was darkly satisfying, if you were being honest, to have finally found a way to shut her up.

To her credit, even with her lips wrapped around the shaft of your cock and with her mouth full of you, she still found a way to tease. She did it with her eyes now, mostly, looking up at you as she cleaned your cock of semen and saliva.

She made for quite the sight - naked now and on her knees, that damned gold skirt tossed into some dark corner of your bedroom. Cum drips from a corner of her mouth and down her chin, a missed remnant of the load you’d just left in the back of her throat moments before; the rest of it was now sliding down her throat and into her stomach. The rivulet of stray semen glistens in the low light, all that remained of the first of the three loads you’d promised her.

She gives you one last, long lick from base to tip, placing a soft kiss on your very end, seemingly proud of herself for having brought you back up to full stiffness so quickly.

“Are you ready to fuck me now, daddy?” she states, voice all sexy and husky, low, almost a growl. Her hand pumps up and down on your shaft, those round, bright eyes of hers still locked on yours.

You hadn’t been a daddy kink kind of guy before Gaeul. In most ways Gaeul was mature and reserved; except for when it came to sex, when she became something and someone else entirely. There was no denying that her level-headed personality combined with her particular choice of submissive kink that made her utterly irresistible.

You answer her question the only way you knew how - the only way she deserved. She’d been teasing you all day, and now, finally - the time for sweet revenge had come.

You reach down, grabbing a handful of that tussle of blue and silver hair, pulling up, bringing her to her feet - before shoving her, none-too-gently, onto the bed next to you.

She lands on her back, her impact on the bed giving her small, round breasts the most delicious looking bounce. Even before you pounce on her she is already spreading her legs, already preparing herself for what was to come.

But you surprise her - kneeling atop the bed and reaching for her spread thighs, pushing them up and against her torso, leaving her pussy helplessly exposed. Before she can so much as yelp in surprise you are already giving her cunt a long, deep lick, lapping up her dripping juices, delighting in the strangled cry of surprise that escapes her lips and the way it turns into a sultry moan as your tongue circles her clit for a moment.

You consider eating her, devouring her pussy and making her squirm beneath your tongue - but you are impatient, itching to be truly inside her. Judging from the way she is squirming and writhing beneath you, even as you push her legs against her torso, folding her in half like she’d wanted, she was just as needy as you were.

“Fuck me please, daddy, fuck me please,” she hisses as she reaches down between your bodies, grasping your shaft and placing your tip at her dripping entrance. Such a far cry from the eloquent, well-measured teasing she’d done earlier in the day. So needy now, so wanton. She is yearning. She is aching, slave to her needs.

And so you oblige her, sliding inside her wet, hot cunt, filling her to the hilt.

She cries when you fill her - lets out a moan so loud and sultry and sexy that you know you’d never heard anything so utterly erotic in your entire life. This moment was the culmination of an entire day’s teasing and planning, and it lived up to every expectation she had of it and then some. She wants to say something the way she’s been saying things all evening, wants to articulate how completely you fill her, but the words don’t come, and instead all she can do is moan.

You take a moment to watch her face, that perfect face, round and cute, with her flushed cheeks and shut eyes and mouth slightly ajar as she moans her pleasure into the night - and you watch, with no small amount of satisfaction, as it twists into something wicked when you start to fuck her.

You fuck her hard, and fast, and deep - hammering her into the bed, nailing her defenseless pussy with a pace that you would have thought was rough and callous were it not for the fact you knew this was exactly how she wanted it. With her legs folded against her chest and pinned there with your hands beneath her knees all she can do is hang on, grasp your upper arms with her hands as you take your liberties with her body, fucking her as hard as you can, as deeply as she can take it.

The bed protests, the mattress objects - but you hear none of it. You hear only the sharp sighs of pleasure that leave Gaeul’s lips, and the wet slap slap slap of your crotch as it hammers her cunt again and again and again, your cock drilling her, pounding her, making her yours.

“Oh fuck!” she finally manages to say. “Oh god, yes, daddy!” she manages to spit, shortly before she devolves again, all mental faculty stolen from her by the cock pumping in and out of her tight little body. She surrenders herself, gives up any thought she had for forming any further coherent sentences, letting the wordless drawl of moans that leave her mouth and the tightening of her pulsating cunt communicate everything she needed to you.

You took no small measure of satisfaction at having turned Kim Gaeul into a moaning, whimpering mess. You loved the girl to death, but it was satisfying to have finally shut her up.

---

The mirror was perfectly placed.

In its reflection you could see every bit of Gaeul perfectly as she rode your cock, back turned to you. Her head is cast back, allowing her throat to open up and let her sighs and moans reach a new peak in volume. Her arms, pulled behind her by your own hands on her wrists, thrust her chest forward, letting her soft little tits bounce hard with each thrust she makes onto your cock.

Best of all, the mirror gave you a perfect view of her spread lips of her pussy as they take your glistening shaft in and out between them.

“I’m gonna fucking cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum daddy,” she hisses, unable to do much more than repeat the same five words, unable to come up with witty teases or sly double meanings the way she had all evening. And you can tell from the way she feels that she is telling nothing but the truth - her pussy is tightening and pulsating and drenching you. She repeats her erotic mantra over and over again, repeating those same five words like some lewd prayer, until mercifully, they are answered

Her entire body goes rigid when she cums, her arched spine pushing her bouncing breasts out. She quivers and trembles atop you and within her she pulsates and squeezes so tightly you think she might tear your cock off - not that you would’ve given a damn, because having Kim Gaeul cum on your cock would’ve made all the pain worthwhile.

You watch her reflection in the mirror - mouth ajar, frozen in a silent scream as her orgasm courses through her body, her moans and sighs finally cut out by sheer pleasure. Her entire body quivers and trembles violently atop you.

After a few long moments she finally falls forward, and you release your grip on her wrists so she can just barely brace herself with trembling arms atop the bed. You reach down, grasping the full cheeks of her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft, warm flesh, relishing the way it filled your palms and fingers. You spread her cheeks, and she sighs, bending forwards slightly to allow you a better view of her cock-filled pussy, fully impaled with your shaft.

Her juices lather your cock. She’s made a mess of you both. With an open palm you give her butt a spank, leaving a flushed red imprint of your palm on her butt and eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat. She’s so consumed by her post-orgasm haze, so utterly drained of energy, that she can manage nothing but a whimper as you reach down and let your thumb slide between her ass cheeks, playing softly with her asshole as you wait for her to recover.

Making her cum on your cock was another way to shut her up, it seemed.

---

A part of you wishes she’d kept the skirt on.

It would’ve made a perfect handle for you to grasp as you fucked her from behind, like the impromptu reins of some wild mount. And it would have given you some satisfaction to fuck her with it on given she’d worn nothing beneath it the entire evening, even while she teased you and played with you and whispered filth into your ears.

Not that you were complaining.

At least its absence made for a clear view of her hips and butt as they bounced back and forth against your crotch, your cock pumping away between her full cheeks as you thrust again and again into her wet, slick cunt. Gaeul’s pussy post-orgasm was always amazing - she was always slick and tight, but even more so after having cum herself.

Her post-orgasm clarity had also managed to revitalize her ability to speak again; thankfully, she did less teasing and more goading, more motivating.

“Fuck, daddy, you’re so fucking deep, so deep inside me, just fuck me and use me and cum in me please!” she hisses, words tumbling from a mouth that drooled saliva and the remnants of your cum from its corners.

She was so messy, so disheveled and slick with sweat and cum and her own juices, the once carefully considered, carefully chosen words that left her mouth having long been replaced with such filth - and it was darkly satisfying, in a way, to know you’d turned the mature, composed young woman into a mewling, writhing mess. It was revenge for the relentless teasing. It was payback.

And so you take your liberties with her, hammering her from behind, pounding her needy little cunt and relishing in the way she yelped and moaned with each thrust, each hilt-deep entry and exit you made from her body. Her arms collapse, finally giving up, and so with her ass up and face down all she can do is take you, fists grasping handfuls of the sheets, mumbling and sighing and cursing into the mattress.

“Gonna fucking cum in you Gaeul,” you spit. “Daddy’s gonna fill your tight little cunt with his cum.”

“Yes!” she hisses, lifting her face from the mattress and turning her face to the side, doing her best to look over her shoulder at you. “Please daddy, please, please fill me, give me all of it, please cum inside me, please daddy fill me with cum!”

For as much as you loved having reduced Kim Gaeul into the needy little cum-starved thing she’d become, even you had your limits, and the way she begged, pleaded for your cum was what did you in.

You give her tight little body a few more thrusts before you bury yourself inside her, filling her with thick, long spurts of warm semen. She moans and sighs and whimpers with each rope that fills her, the long string of profanity and filth that had been spilling from her mouth up until that point suddenly cut out by the warm, wet stickiness that you’d filled her with.

She collapses onto the bed again, face down, as you finish filling her.

You weren’t sure how long you spent there, frozen, buried hilt-deep inside Gaeul. The orgasm seemed to last forever, seemed to have rendered the concept of time meaningless. But when you come to, when your senses finally begin to slowly return, all you are aware of is the tight slickness of her body still wrapped around your cock. She’s wetter now, messier, creamier, the way she’d wanted to end up.

You begin to thrust in and out of her messy cunt. You look down and find your semen already appearing at her filled entrance, gathering at the base of your cock. You feel her juices and yours drip from your slick bodies and onto the sheets.

“Fuck your cum into me, daddy,” she says. “Fuck it so deep inside me, daddy please.”

You do just that, thrusting in and out of her body, slowly, softly, each thrust pushing your cum deeper and deeper inside the young woman’s helpless cunt. She turns her face into the mattress, groaning and sighing into the white cotton sheets. The only sounds that leave Gaeul’s mouth are soft whimpers and cries. You barely hear them over the muffling of the sheets and the slick, wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her creamy, cum-filled, well-fucked pussy.

Another way to shut her up.

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When it’s over, and when you are both cuddling beneath the sheets and preparing for sleep, that’s when Gaeul finally rediscovers the ability to speak.

“God, that was amazing,” she says, head against your shoulder and arm draped over your chest. You bring her closer with the arm you’d wrapped around her. Itt seemed the calm, mature girlfriend that she was 95% of the time had reappeared.

“It was,” you agree. “Felt pretty good to finally get back at you for all the teasing.”

Gaeul smiles against your chest.

“For now,” she says. “You did promise me a load in the morning, remember?”

“I did,” you say with a smile.

Gaeul raises her head from your chest, giving you a soft, sultry smile before bringing her mouth to your ear.

“Make sure you leave the third load in my pussy, too. I want to make sure I can make you a real daddy. I want to make sure you leave a baby in my tummy. I want to make sure you breed me, daddy.”

Without a further word, Gaeul returns her head to your chest, nuzzling her face against your skin until she finds a comfortable position. After a couple of minutes, she drifts off to sleep, leaving you lying there, speechless.

She shut you up, in the end.

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Author’s Note: Every writer has those moments when a single pic suddenly motivates you to write an entire piece, and for me, this was one of those moments. I’m not even a particularly big IVE fan - all I know is that I saw Gaeul in that gold skirt and knew I had to write her, so here I am.

…I guess I’m an IVE fan now. Gaeul bias, of course. Obviously.

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months

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ofmd s2e1 rewatch where i pause to jot down my thoughts and other random shit

not quite a reaction post bc i've already watched the whole thing. not quite a liveblog bc it's one post and it's probably gonna take me a full hour to get through a 28 minute episode at the rate of pausing and typing i'll be doing

s2e1, s2e2, s2e3, s2e4, s2e5, s2e6, s2e7, s2e8

anyway, pirate time:

i love how much fun con is having choking on his own blood

dream!stede's extremely teary face right before he takes off running down the beach is doing psychic damage to me

also dream!stede's stupid ridiculous outfit with all the long ribbons and shit...

ed and stede make contact so hard shjfkhsgjkfd the loud OUGH sounds from both of them

also the return of ed's old beard! i didnt expect to see her at all this season, so that was a surprise.

"babe" "love" im tearing out my own hair

stede has yet to learn that ripping ass near your beloved can be a love language

stede is a terrible fucking roommate just deal with wee john's gas in silence like the rest of them. goddamn.

WHO HAS THE OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH TRAMP STAMP. WHO IS THAT.

i like when the background OST is familiar to me lol the little strings when stede starts his letter throwing me back to s1

olu: that–that's the swede the swede: Im the swede roach: he's single ;) me: *pissing my pants with laughter*

also the direct confirmation that the swede literally doesn't have a name. incredible

shjkfhdhfkj the crew encouraging him. stede's "it's okay" and roach "be brave" im CRYINGGGGG

stede doing customer service is something that can be so personal. "reservation?" "eat my fuckin' shit" "right! walk-ins, then" average restaurant experience

the random background guy saying "my favorite hand!" abt getting stabbed in the hand is making me giggle. i love the humor on this show

why does stede have so much shoulder movement going on when he's walking through the bar. whore behavior.

"this is for mom!" sorry but i want to know more abt whatever's going on there

also the purple mohawk. dope.

buttons is so distressed LET HIM RETURN TO THE SEA THESE CONDITIONS ARE INHUMANE

"i know the odds of you finding this are slim but so were the odds of us finding each other in the first place" IM RIPPING OFF MY OWN SKIN

also stede's lil sad hopeful smile after throwing the bottle... i care him

i love how they make this wedding fucking suck so we don't feel too bad abt the whole massacre thing. "the natural condition of humanity is base and vile. it is the obligation of people of standing, such as yourselves, to elevate the common human rabble through the sacred transaction of matrimony" if i was at a wedding and the officiant said that i'd also start killing people probably

yayy murder montage :)

FANG BREAKING THAT GUY'S SPINE OVER HIS KNEE

the whole cake scene is so fucking funny im sorry. i love u jim drawing the line at attacking a shitty wedding. i love u archie who wasn't here for the good old days so you dont really see a problem with how things are. i love u frenchie with ur box in ur brain that u never open again. i love u fang it's gonna get better i swear. i love u frenchie again bc u just took the cake right out of fang's hands while he was fucking sobbing hfjhgkjhdkjkf

I MISS IVAN JUSTICE FOR IVAN. wish they could've said he'd just fucked off somewhere instead of dying but i think that would've raised the question of why hasn't anyone else fucked off since they all seem so miserable

very relieved that stede isn't taking the racist/antisemitic caricature drawings of ed to make like a boyfriend scrapbook like some people were theorizing. would've been overkill if after episode 4 from last season stede still didn't realize that ed hated these sorts of depictions of him.

INTERESTING DETAIL THO the background music in this scene is "a pirate's life" aka the song frenchie sang in the pilot. it's an instrumental version obviously but yeah i recognize that tune

also more cool background ppl with dyed hair man i love this show

zheng yi sao flirting with olu is so good. he deserves it.

how nice of ed to offer his drugs to the crew. sharing is caring.

also it's so funny to me that the thing izzy is tormented by is ed saying "you can't do the job, someone else will" the toe thing's happened three times and apparently that was fine but the thing the show edits together right before izzy breaks down into the most pathetic aheemheem whimpers isn't any of that it's ed threatening to fire him

also they cut ed throwing knives at izzy!! what the hell.

releasing the clip of izzy crying kinda ruined it for me when it came time to watch it in the show bc i watched it several times since it dropped and now seeing it in context i was like "ok i've seen this already fast forward." i mean i didnt fast forward through it but i did kinda zone out bc i've seen this bit already. this post kinda sums up my thoughts on it

"trifling ingrate plan" dshkjfshgdskhfjkhgkjh

"SEMI-CLEAN WATER"

JACKIE CALLING THE SWEDE "BOO CAKES"

"i know that guy we had breakfast together!" "you'll be having a lot of breakfasts-es together" "oh, okay" i fucking love this whole dynamic like i can tell they're writing the swede out of most of the episodes for budget reasons (sorry nat faxon) but by god do they give him such an excellent fucking send-off. can't wait to see him again when he's in his trophy husband number 20 era

roach is upset abt not being able to cook, buttons is tied up so he doesn't go running back to the sea (i assume). stede you are not giving your crew the environment they need to thrive.

olu being an optimist :)

buttons opens his mouth to drink the rain and in the background u can see roach yanking the rope around buttons back fhdjskgfjhgkjfh STEDE YOUR SEA WITCH CANNOT THRIVE IN THESE CONDITIONS

stede tries to make things sound good in his bottle letters to ed but out loud he says his actual insecurities... it's so fucking tasty tho that he thinks ed could be doing better without him and THAT'S why he's been stalling so much. not afraid for his life even a little bit he just assumes he's not wanted. brb i have to cry now

"im sorry if that's a little bit creepy" "you are creepy" in this scene where they're soaked from the rain. ofmd said this prince ricky guys is creepy and wet.

stede's fucking FACE when prince ricky says "you're my hero" his fucking "clearly you dont own an air fryer" face I CANT STAND HIMMMMMM (affectionate)

prince ricky "these rubes" "men of our standing" yeah i cant fucking stand this guy (derogatory) i love how he's barely even in this episode

stede's face when the swede is talking abt how happy he is with jackie... my man believes in love so much im gonna cry

also in what fucking way does the swede owe them a life debt. roach and buttons literally tried to eat him

izzy's "you know me better than anyone knows me and i daresay the same about you" this is literally so false i dont even know where to begin. izzy in e6 being like "if i didnt know any better i'd think maybe ed might possibly maybe be actually enjoying bonnet's company" while ed and stede are giggling and making each other friendship bracelets. this guy doesn't know ed at all.

also i cant get over how izzy wont make eye contact he's like staring blankly into the middle distance delivering these lines so flatly until he goes to say "i have... love for you" and in that moment he looks like he'd rather ed were feeding him more toes.

"im worried about you, we all are" not gonna lie my dude you've had a weird way of showing it thus far. where was all that worry when you told him he was better off dead than wearing a robe and singing songs?? where was that fucking love then?

and NOW izzy wants to talk it through. izzy literally voted to make blackbeard great again and now he wants to give open communication a chance???

lmao there's a limit to how many characters can be in a bulleted list so here's fucking. part two. on the same post:

ed asking everyone if the vibe is poisonous and fang cant stop crying and ed's face is just like "eh good enough" im fdhksgfkjtdkh

anyway ed with a loaded gun under his chin talking to himself is hurting me so fucking much actually. ed my beloved babygirl for whom i would die. this poor traumatized man. yes he is making this workplace toxic as hell but god. GOD. im gonna throw up.

the way ed is so fucking casual about shooting izzy in the leg. just calm and jovial as he promotes frenchie to first mate. stepping over izzy all crumpled on the floor. everything about this is so fucking good. i mean it's horrible for ed and everyone around him but for me watching the show this shit is DELICIOUS. i love when the pirates get violent and unhinged i love when this shit gets fucked up. ed's mental state is so bad right now and it is causing me severe anguish but also it is so tasty. fuck.

anyway frenchie trying to turn down the promotion fhjkghdfjkhf

the cut to the swede performing the husbandly duties is INSANE. COMPLETE TONAL WHIPLASH. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

"fuck those hammies up!" spanish jackie i love you

black pete why are you so fucking loud AND WHY WOULD YOU JIX IT LIKE THAT???

why is prince ricky so small. he's like a full head shorter than stede. also this guy is insufferable i love how stede just fucking abandons him fhjkgdhkdfghkj

"the calf muscle is the most mysterious of alllll the muscles" what the FUCK does that even mean. oh swede i will miss you

NOSE REMOVAL FUCK YES. I LOVE THIS SHOW.

obsessed with the swede playing dumb. the dramatic gasp. "wow, so bad!" fhjsghdkjf

"aint you that soup bitch?" "im the money bitch" i love women.

sfdsjkh spanish jackie being into double-crossing. and slapping the swede's ass on the way out. i love this show

i love how zheng says "this much indigo is worth three times what i paid" while spanish jackie and the husbands are still like, right there. and they just don't hear that bit. incredible.

OUGH the back of jim's weird rope armor looks like a ribcage that's so cool

i love how jim is so fucking bad at telling this story. i love how the monkey's paw comes into it. i love fang asking them to do the voice. i love archie trying to hold back her laughter i love jim and fang giggling together I LOVE THIS SHOW

ed's fucking voice breaking through his whole convo with frenchie. im tearing out my own teeth

HEY DID YOU GUYS KNOW THEY HAVE POST-CREDITS SCENES IN THIS SEASON?????????? WHAT THE HELL

i take back what i said about jim being bad at telling this story their version is so much fucking better. squeaky voice "I pray to you, Dark Lord, to make me real flesh! I want to be real flesh!" IM FUCKING OBSESSED. JIM I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 10

Why yes I did devote an entire chapter of their “un-date” as Steve is calling it in his head, why do you ask? :D And yes they did both “overdress” for a meal between acquaintances (especially Eddie). If you want to see what they looked like in my head, let me know and I’ll try to draw them both.

Also Steve’s experience with D&D is what happen to my sister in college. She hates D&D.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Steve stood in front of his closet, hands on his hips in frustration. “Robs!” he called out panicked. “I don’t have anything to wear!”

She walked into the room and shook her head at the mess he’d made. “I see a lot of clothes in here. Hell, it looks like hurricane Steven came through.”

Steve put his head in his hands. “I don’t want to look too dressed up, like I’m trying too hard. I don’t want to look too causal, because then he’ll think I don’t care. I want to look nice, but not something that will show my scars. Fuck, Robs. This is hopeless.”

Robin sighed and waded through the mess, picking at the clothes. She handed him a light blue button up, a grey vest and nice blue jeans. “Here. And then pair it with your blue sneaks and tada! Everything you wanted.”

Steve put on the clothes she suggested and turned back to the mirror. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbow and nodded approvingly.

“It looks so good, Robs,” he murmured.

She smiled. “It just needs one more thing.” She reached around his neck and clasped a single silver chain. It fell to his collar bones and if he undid one more button it would show off his chest. You could still kind of see his neck scars but only if you knew they were there.

“How are we feeling about the open collar?” she asked gently.

Steve let out a slow breath. “I’m thinking it looks hot.”

Robin hugged him from behind. “I think so, too.”

He looked at his watch. “It’s about time to go, I’ll freshen up my hair a bit and I’m out of here.”

She kissed his cheek. “Good luck.”

Steve blushed. “It’s not a date.”

She looked at him fondly through the mirror. “I know, dingus. But it’s still a big step considering everything that has happened to you both since January. And it’s a little scary.”

He sighed and turned in her grasp to bury his head into her shoulder. “I know, and if I didn’t have you, I probably would have canceled twelve times already.”

She giggled. “At least that.” Robin let go of him and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom. “Go finish getting ready, you dork. Or you will be late!”

Steve laughed and went to do just that.

Eddie bounced on his heels as he waited for Steve to arrive. He refused to look at his watch again. The last time he looked he swore time had stopped all together.

Eddie looked down at his clothes nervously. He was wearing a black button up, completely unbuttoned, tucked into a nice pair of black skinny jeans. His hair was pulled back out of his face with a black bandanna, the sides of his hair loose to his shoulders. Over all that was his black leather jacket. Well, there was also all the loose chains at his hips, his rings on his fingers, and his lucky guitar pick dangling at his throat.

If Chrissy had been there, she would have told him he was being ridiculous. But she hadn’t been, so here he was rethinking his outfit for the billionth time tonight.

And then he saw Steve. Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing Steve. Yup. All those feelings of attraction and desire that Eddie had put inside his heart’s box, chained and padlocked to the extreme came bursting out all at once.

How could he possibly believe this man wished him deliberate harm?

“Hey, Stevie!” he greeted with a grin. “Looking good.”

Steve did a slow twirl to show of the whole outfit. “You think so?”

Eddie walked up into his was in Steve’s space. “I know so.” He put his finger under the chain and lifted it up. “Very nice.”

Steve blushed. “I don’t have as many as you, but it’ll do.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “You can never have too many.”

“If you say so,” Steve teased. He started walking, but said over his shoulder, “You look pretty damn fine, too.”

Eddie laughed and hurried to catch up to him. “Good to know.”

“We’re taking my car. I hope you don’t mind.”

Eddie shook his head. “I’d be more shocked if we were taking my van.”

Steve beamed at him. “Yeah. It’s so nice not having to take the bus.”

“Robin doesn’t seem to mind.” Eddie winked at him.

Steve unlocked Eddie’s door first before going round to the driver’s side and getting in. “That’s because she’s a zen master of the bus system. She always knows exactly when one is going to show up. I always get confused which one I’m supposed to get on and where I’m supposed to transfer.”

Eddie nodded, buckling his seat belt. “Yeah, it makes my head spin, too.”

Steve flashed him his most blinding smile. “Do you like Italian food?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “Is that where we’re going?”

Steve nodded as he pulled out into traffic. “I have a friend who’s mom owns an Italian restaurant and he’s been pestering me to come try it out for awhile.”

“So why haven’t you gone?” Eddie asked.

Steve gave a little half shrug. “Robin isn’t a fan and I only have one night off a week. So if she doesn’t want to go...”

“You don’t,” Eddie finished. “Yeah I get that.”

They pulled up to the restaurant. It was one of those nice little diner type places where the staff was all literally family and the food came from recipes generations old. Above their heads Tony Curtis crooned and the decor was like stepping off the plane onto Italian soil.

Eddie was in love already. With the restaurant, with the restaurant, he forcibly told himself. Not the boy. The restaurant.

There was suddenly this blur and it was tackling Steve. Steve barely managed to keep upright and laughed.

“Hey Dustin,” he greeted, ruffling the person’s hair.

Once Dustin stepped back, Eddie could make out who it was. He had a wild mane of curly brown hair and goofy grin.

“Hey, where’s Robin?” Dustin protested once he got a good look at the person standing next to Steve.

Steve sighed and Eddie could tell this was a long standing argument. “She doesn’t like Italian food. You know this. It’s why your mom makes meatloaf for every time we come to dinner.”

Dustin sighed. “I know. But I just want her to try Mom’s. I just know that if she had proper Italiana she’d love it.”

Steve shook his head. “This is my friend, Eddie. You know the person I did bring who will appreciate your mom’s cooking?”

Dustin eyed Eddie up and scoffed. “You do know that Mom doesn’t care if you bring dates, right? You can just say it’s a date.”

Eddie coughed and looked away.

Steve sighed. “I know that. But this is just a thank you to him for him helping to fix my car.”

Dustin wagged his eyebrows. “Yeah. Sure...”

“Can you just seat us, please?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Fine...”

They were seated in a booth and given menus. Steve scanned it quickly and then closed the menu.

“Already decided?” Eddie asked as he perused his menu.

Steve laughed. “The mark of a good Italian restaurant is how good their lasagna is.”

Eddie laughed, too. “Fair enough.” He continued to look over the menu and then finally set it aside it.

“Made your decision, then?” Steve asked with grin.

Eddie smiled. “The chicken penne Gorgonzola looked amazing, so I’m going to give that a try.”

Dustin came over with a pad. “So what will it be?”

“I’ll have the lasagna and a blackberry Italian soda,” Steve said, handing the menu to Dustin.

“And for you?”

Eddie picked up the menu again. “Are the Italian sodas any good?”

“Dude, they are amazing,” Dustin gushed. “They’re flavored sodas with cream and will knock your socks off. I recommend the lemon or the orange to start.”

“If you like orange Dreamcicles,” Steve suggested, “the ice cream bar, orange is the one for you.”

“I’ll take an orange Italian soda and the chicken penne Gorgonzola with no mushrooms thanks.” Eddie handed back the menu with a grin.

“Coming right up!” Dustin said and went to the kitchen to put in their order.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You really didn’t have to go this nice on dinner. I would have happily taken McDonald’s.”

Steve laughed. “Having my car back is well worth a place with waiters, I assure you. Being able to get into my car after a gig night was a god send, let me tell you.”

“Are they bad? Busy wise, I mean,” Eddie asked.

“It depends on what kind of band or solo act is playing,” Steve explained. “I love punk or rock bands. They tip well and limit the assholery to a minimum. Pop and country though? Fuck those guys. Seriously. Pop especially.”

“Do you get any other kind of music?” Eddie asked. “I know Diamond was saying that they’ve never had a metal band before us.”

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. “Some. I mean rap, hip hop and R&B aren’t very big out here. We have had some more blues and jazz, weirdly enough. But they haven’t been very good.”

Eddie grimaced. “Sounds a bit...racist?”

Steve scoffed. “Yeah, from the patrons, but not Diamond. His wife, Amethyst is black and she manages the financial side of things. She’s got a real brain on her. And she’s always trying to get more of those acts in. They’re just not interested.”

Eddie nodded.

Dustin came back with their drinks and Eddie had his first sip of Italian soda.

“Holy fuck, man,” he hissed. “That is like the ice cream.”

Steve chuckled. “Told you. You want to try mine? It’s blackberry.”

Eddie reached over and grabbed his drink and took a sip. Steve bit his lip at the sight of Eddie’s lips around his straw.

“Oh,” Eddie said. “That’s interesting. I like that.” He slid the glass back over to Steve.

“It’s my favorite.”

They chatted while they waited and just caught up with each other’s lives.

Soon enough Dustin came out with their meals, deftly placing each dish in front of them.

“Enjoy!” he chirped before dashing back to kitchen.

They started eating so the talk slowed a bit. Though once or twice Eddie went off on a tangent and Steve had to nudge his ankle with his foot to remind him to eat.

“I just don’t get why you don’t want to play D&D...” Eddie whined. “It’s lots of fun. Especially if you get a good DM.”

Steve groaned. “I had a bad experience. A bunch of friends from my dorm my freshman year of college were really big into it. And I thought, sure. At least I’d be playing with people my own age...” Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow. “Will tried to get me to play with his friends. Anyway. I build my character. They were all level ten or whatever so they let me have a level ten wizard.”

Eddie smiled. “So far so good,” he said around a bite of food. He swallowed. “So what went wrong?”

Steve gave him a pained smile. “The DM let me use fireball in a narrow hallway to see I could open the locked door.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck?”

“I killed everyone,” Steve finished with a grimace. “And destroyed all their magic items. My dormmate wouldn’t leave me alone the rest of the time I was rooming with him about how I destroyed three years of work in three seconds.”

“Sounds to me,” Eddie said, resting his head on his clasped hands, “that the DM used you to TPK because he was tired of DM’ing them.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “What’s TPK?”

Dustin happened to be passing by when he asked. “Oh my god, Steve, if you would just play. You would know these things.”

Eddie frowned up at him. “Hey. He was just telling me about his first time and so what if he didn’t know. That’s why he asked.” He turned to Steve. “It stands for total party kill. It’s when the DM offs everyone’s character all at once.”

“Only dick DMs do it,” Dustin said smugly.

Eddie ran his tongue over teeth. “I’ve done it before. The group spent more time arguing over rules and which rule book to use than actual playing. So I nuked them and refused to DM for them ever again.”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “You DM?!”

Steve rolled his eyes, smug in the knowledge that he knew something that Dustin didn’t.

He waved his hand dramatically at Eddie. “Meet Will Byers’ infamous DM.”

Eddie bowed as well as he could sitting down. “You know Will the Wise?”

Dustin’s jaw dropped. “Know him? Dude, we gave him the nickname. Back when we were in middle school it was Will, me, Mike and Lucas. Will was our DM. It was awesome!”

“Small world,” Eddie murmured.

“Hell yeah!” He looked over at his mom and grimaced. “My mom’s giving me the stink eye. And she said to tell you, you aren’t getting a bill.” He skipped back to the kitchen.

“Shit,” Steve groused. “There goes me paying you back for fixing my car.”

Eddie laughed. “You still showed me a good time. Introduced me to some amazing food, a cool drink, and I blew some kid’s mind. I think we’re pretty well even.”

Steve smiled shyly. “If you’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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astra!! do you have any hcs for dad regulus when his daughter is older?? you’ve shared lots about reggie and baby, but i’m curious now about reggie and toddler/preteen/teenager

RHEJAJSJDJSKD YES

reggie and toddler — they’re both horribly clingy to one another. she latches onto him, and when james suggests daycare, she and regulus start to cry (james cries too when they drop her off for the first time). he makes her one of those growth chart things where she stands against the wall and he marks her progress with a pen, always saying, “at this rate, you’ll tower over me someday!” to which james responds, “it’s not hard to tower over you, baby.” regulus helps keep her soft toddler curls all nice and fluffy, absolutely pampering her with a morning curl routine they do together. he buys her so many cute little outfits and has her do fashion shows all the time (there are polaroids everywhere immortalizing this), and she always asks him to sing to her and read her stories <333

reggie and preteen — he’s constantly getting worked up about how much she’s growing. james is too, but sometimes he’ll walk in on regulus sobbing over his old ultrasound pictures and be like😀. god once she hits ten it’s over for him. she’s like “papa you’re embarrassing me!!” but he just squeezes her tighter until she’s gasping for air and he’s gotta let her go so she doesn’t suffocate. of course, they start to get into little spats, but they always end up laughing at the end because one of them will say something ridiculously sarcastic. he and james both try to be “hip” with the new kid slang, and oh my god it mortifies their daughter😭she’s just trying to get through her primary school choir concert and they’re like “YEAH LITTLE STAR YOURE BITCHIN’!!”

reggie and teen — constant bickering, but in an endearing way. they can get into explosive arguments, but it’s just because he’s really not ready to let her go yet, and it’s hitting him so fast that he has no idea how to respond. when she has a bad day, she still asks him to sing to her, but now they sing together and read some pretentious novel or other. he takes her to see all the hit movies (he waits on heathers, but once she’s old enough, they both become obsessed), and she turns into a total winona ryder freak because of it. she’s lydia deetz every halloween for like five years. when edward scissorhands comes out, regulus wants to bash his head into the wall from how many times his daughter plays ice dance on the piano. she definitely goes through a grunge phase, but jegulus are all for it; regulus helps her with her makeup, and they buy her tickets to all the concerts she wants to go to — though regulus draws the line when she asks him to learn “lithium” by nirvana on the piano💀when she moves out, he’s a fucking wreck, but she never goes far, and they have weekly dinners forever and ever and ever. also she absolutely teases him when he starts going grey (salt-and-pepper regulus🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤), so he gets revenge by temporarily charming her hair grey one day.

#kit tag <3 #astraeus rambles about regulus #astra’s asks #regulus black #jegulus

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missamyrisa2 · 9 months

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I would love to have a magic box that when I opened it, it would magically have miss Amy's royal rod and jewels in them. Just mine to tickle, tease and give tickly handjobs and blow jobs all to make the royal head to gigglecum as many times as I wanted and it would have a little speaker so I could hear miss Amy's giggles and begs as I touch and give her jewels the royal treatment. I wonder if you could survive this as at any time In the day you could feel a feather under your head or nails crawling up and down the shaft, wiggling finger under the jewels.

Okayyyyyy ~

I don't know if you're the same anon (you should allll have cute little emoji sequences for yourselves~!) but you are absolutely killing it and killing meeee with these scenarios. I'm going to try and power through them because I love them soo much and I can barely find the words to respond because I get so blushy giggly just reading them which is ridiculous because I'm excessively chatty and I type way too fast ~~

Anyywayyyyy~

My day was mundane like any other, the clock crawling by as I sat through meeting upon meeting. The silken curtain about my belly trembled as I leaned back. A silly thing to do, wearing lingerie under my business attire, but it was the charge that kept me through the day. No one would know anyway ~ and today's lacey black teddy was probably less circumspect than some other outfits I'd concealed, particularly ones where I've been presenting (and by the way, I very much do this IRL >///<).

That is, until I hear that telltale distant creaking. "Oooh gosssh~" I murmured out, quickly having to cover to my colleagues that I was thinking of something else. My face exploded in blush not just for the interjection of randomness but also knowing what that sound meant. The box had been opened once more. A wispy breeze filled the sleeve which contained my princess parts. They were in the open air, yet still imprisoned in my lingerie. My black business pants held firm causing the silky material to tease my royal area.

A knee popped up involuntarily as I felt that terrible soft itchy sensation drawing up the vein on my shaft. "FFFFFuulll of profffit!" I stammered out, trying to cover my sounds as my princess rod was drawn out from its resting place. The feather tip caressed up and down, pausing to kiss at the head. I faked a sneeze. Faked a cough, faked hiccups. My face was on fire with embarrassment, knowing my sounds were being heard by my magical tormentor at every step.

The silky sleeve held taut, teasing wickedly, though not nearly as awfully as the nails now tracing the royal jewels. My hardness only encouraged more teasing material sensations which only encouraged more swelling. I pounded the table in pretend excitement for the conclusion of the meeting, and hastily made my way through the hall, twisting around people as even the breath of my tickly torturer was putting me into the edgies~

And then it stopped~ I was in the privacy of the restroom, now able to take it, and naturally, my teaser planted a taunting kiss on my royal tip just to make me squeal and giggle out ~ and then I heard the box shut. I knew they weren't done. It's never that easy ~ But the day goes on~

At my desk , they purposely wait until I'm knee deep in a project. That creak, that sound alone makes my royal parts jump at attention now. I can't leave, I have the deadline approaching quickly. I furiously start working away, trying to get as much done before I'm taken. They waste no time and I have to crank the music on my computer to mask my deluge of giggling moaning gasps when I feel a hand close around my rapidly swelling princess part. "Nnnhhh don't handjob meeeeee~~" I start begging~ still trying to work away with one hand and bat at an invisible sensation with another~

They bully my princess part, pumping it rapidly before stopping when I'm gasping and desperate. Just as I relax they jerk manically again, occasionally twirling a soft brush under the head to really make me struggle out the gasping giggles~ I'm down to one hand with one finger typing, trying to make any progress as I wave and throw my hands around as if that might help with these sensations. "Birrrrrdsss goo tweeet go fluffff my benderrr bent unnnnh budddget reduction~~!" I try to get out words that have some semblance of relevance, if the old rumor was true that every office had a listening device installed.

But my nonsense too is taken from me when I feel that breath. "Ohhh nooo nuuunuuu don't I can't take that don't do thattt it's the worssttttt don't blooooow~!!" I scream a giggling whimpering moan. I can't take a blowjob under normal circumstances, least of all after being so royally tickled and taunted and sensitized ~ the softly wet sensation encircles my throbbing tip. I nearly bounce right out of my chair ~ and then I do when those plump lips begin massaging. I'm rolling on the floor, how ridiculous ~ and no matter how much I shake and twist, that naughty teasy mouth can't be deterred ~ I throb and tremble and buck, gasping giggling ~ screaming with laughs as their tickly tongue extends and taunting lips caress ~ "ppllheheesee don't make meeeee not the fireworkssss I can'ttttt princess firewoooorks~!"

With a screeching sound equal parts laugh and moan and scream, my body arches and I'm made to gigglecum both out of the magical box and into my little teasy lingerie ~ I twist and tremble, weakly trying to gather myself up ~ pushing my mess of blonde hair aside and coming back to some semblance of senses, two facts become evident~

I was not muffling my sounds well at all.

And my magical teaser is absolutely not done with me today.

With a groan and a blushing giggle I feel a vibrating tool sliding up my royal area to coax it out, just as the teasing fingers of my co-workers descend to offer their wicked assistance~<3

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myassbrokethefall · 7 months

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xf rewatch: jersey devil & shadows

Two early-series stinkers (affectionate) that, at least in the case of Jersey Devil, have achieved cult status or at least meme status for generally being enjoyable as hell. I imagine Fox executives side-eyeing a little, like, what is this, bring back those Squeeze guys or that Chris Carter who wrote the first couple… Really? Uh oh.

I have a deep and abiding love for Shadows partly because I once wrote a recap of it for a fan project, and being me I watched it like 85 times while taking copious notes and turned in a probably 10,000-word analysis, so I know it very well. I DO feel my love for it is justified, partly in its campiness and general silliness (GHOST BOSS. BLOOD BATHTUB. MURDER… AT THE ATM [MACHINE]) but also because Mulder and Scully are great in it, really Detectiving the hell out of the case, interviewing a hilariously mannered and conveniently expositional cemetery groundskeeper, doing a face-to-face with the medical examiner (Howard Graves… Is Very Dead) (she is my favorite, I say this every time, RIP Lorena Gale), and really using their combined powers of Believing and Skeptical in convincing Lauren to cooperate. Yes, there are TWO entire scenes where Scully misses the paranormal thing by seconds; yes, Mr. Dorlund is transparently evil to a ridiculous degree; yes, Lauren wears A LOT of Laura Ashley-ish florals (and this is the episode of Scully's glorious Halloween outfit of black suit, orange blouse, white tights; ah I love it). But, look, at the end, the case is over, and Mulder is like, well, case is over. Should we maybe go see the Liberty Bell? How often do we get to see scenes like that?? For that bit alone I love it, and that's without the Mulder slo-mo (in all of our hearts) jacket swing, Scully's Poltergeist impression and general horror-movie knowledge at the ready, Mulder with his feet on the chair, once again Dr. Ellen Bledsoe being the greatest, Mr. Dorlund getting his uh, wrist squeezed very threateningly with his uh, gold bracelet, by a ghost, Mulder's UNNECESSARILY flirty move of swinging his arm around Scully and breathing on his glasses to show her he snagged a fingerprint… ah it's great. Forget those Squeeze guys, hire these dudes! …They what? OUTSTANDING news.

One more thing I find amusing about Shadows is, I recently was reminded of Glen's ancedote that it came out of a note they got that Mulder and Scully needed to help people. Heheh. "This bitch needs help, get in there, you jerks!" I yelled at Mulder and Scully in multiple scenes this time through. I'd say Ghost of Howard Graves ultimately did more helping in the end, with his supernatural powers, but they tried. And they managed to stop saying vaguely flirtatious dialogue while staring intensely into each other's eyes long enough to at least give her a little encouragement I guess.

I skipped right over Jersey Devil, which is also a silly episode but, honestly, I think comes off better of the two of them. On the other hand, would I say that without the legendary appearance of the Bigfoot Titties drawing? Hard to say. I should add that Mulder and Scully are CRIMINALLY adorable in these episodes, still in their rosy-cheeked (or over-blushed), round-faced big-eyed high-voiced toddler days, and it is difficult to imagine that THE UNIVERSE COULD CONTAIN anything cuter than the last scene (Who was that on the phone? A guy. Same guy as the other night? Same guy. What are you doing, Scully? Going with you to the Smithsonian.) Despite them referencing (in BOTH these episodes) the having or not having of a life (side note, I can't express how common the phrase "get a life" or "he has no life" were back then; that was like cool slang man), vestiges of said life-having remain, with Scully having girl talk with Ellen (I remain obsessed with that exchange: "I thought you said he was cute"/"He's a jerk. …He's not a jerk. He's obsessed with his work"), The Date, Scully's old professor (wonder if she fucked that one. ha), and even more subtle things like Mulder saying "Thanks, Fran" after signing out a car. (Other people work at the FBI! And Mulder and Scully know their names!) (I also found endearing the extremely quick shot of the comics that Fran has taped to her desk. Very nice little set detail.) It all feels so ordinary and workplacey, which I am finding really enjoyable; it's like, a normal government office where people work, and Mulder and Scully also work there, and it just enhances it (enhance!!) when they're working a case and suddenly like a ghost causes a car accident. Or when a hot naked lady (I was impressed with how clear her ass was in the iTunes version of this; I suppose they didn't really bother to blur it back in the standard-definition days and I guess now we are all enlightened in the seeing of asses on TV) attacks Mulder in a dramatically lit warehouse. (Hey baby, come up to Vancouver, you can be on my show! Is something I suspect DD said a lot in the early to mid 90s.)

I'm really not trying at all with this post, sorry. I will wrap up with the revelation that, at least according to the procedural forensic efforts of my friend and me, Bill Dow who plays Chuck Burks plays NOT ONE, BUT TWO DADS in this episode — the guy in the 40s, and the guy at the end hiking with his kid. (Same kid too, I think.) Yes? No? Why isn't Chuck Burks on the convention circuit? Is my question.

Anyway, The X-Files rules. Next up, Ghost in the Machine, which I haven't seen in ages so that should be fun. Sorry these posts are so incredibly lame, lmao. Send tweet

#xf rewatch rambling #jersey devil #shadows #i do know how to use paragraph breaks but sometimes i don't want to because that requires me to organize my thoughts #this blog is free ok #i also know how to use parentheses (clearly)

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quietlyimplode · 2 years

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leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 24 - blood covered hands

Warnings: blood ig

Word Count: 1k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: I always forget how hard whumptober is. But for everyone that supports this and comments you make it that much easier, so thank you. Almost there.

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She doesn’t move.

He’s reminded of the time in the vent when they thought they had killed Dreykov the first time, when they killed his daughter.

This is not like that.

His body is still and face down as she moves to it, kicking it viciously.

Blood trickles to where Clint stands as she starts to punch him, anger, grief and pain in all her actions as animalistic sounds come from her body.

He’s torn between letting her go and getting help, and in the end, she stops herself turning to look for Jace who is still unconscious.

She’s covered in blood.

Her arm hangs loosely by her body, and he knows it’s broken.

Blood on her face.

She looks feral.

“She’s coming with us.”

Clint nods, picking up Jace as the other three widows, one dead; two alive lie nearby.

“And them?”

Natasha shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Glassy eyes stare at Dreykov’s body as she starts in on him again, kicking him in the head.

This time, he does pull her away, standing between her and the body.

“We need to go now,” he tells her, Jace still in his arms.

There’s an initial hesitance, but then a nod as she looks around, picking up the guns and widow bites.

“Tell Tony to send Shield?” she suggests.

It tells him she does not want the others involvement, keep it in the family.

She looks to Jace.

“I want her to have the option. She can stay, be debriefed, but she can leave too. I want her to be free,” she swallows looking to Clint.

“I want her to have the choice.”

Clint understands the decision. Being on the side of the American government is not for everyone.

It’s likely the two girls will be debriefed and kept in holding for years, until they can figure out what to do with them.

It’s also likely, given Jace’s history that they would never let her go.

They walk to the car Clint arrived in, covered by darkness, even though he can see the peak of sunrise on the horizon.

He feels light headed but pushes it back, pushing through the intensity of a headache.

She sits in the back with her friend, head positioned gently in her lap.

Clint puts his hands on the steering wheel, knuckles bruised, hands bloody.

In the safety of the car, he feels he can finally breathe.

They’ve been gone less than twenty four hours but it feels like a lifetime.

“Do you want to go back to the tower?” he asks her, licking his split lip.

Natasha nods, eyes still glazed.

“I think,” she pauses, “I think we might need some help.”

Jarvis alerts Tony as soon as Clint leaves, Tony hopes he’s doing the right thing in leaving them to deal with it.

He heads down to the workshop and sighs.

He should be helping them, but Iron Man would just draw more attention.

If Ross is involved, then he doesn’t want to be drawn into the political drama.

If Clint and Natasha can handle it, then it’s Shield’s problem, and likely that would work out better for all of them.

He loses time fixing his armor, Natasha’s nanobites giving him an idea around how to make his armor appear and swarm rather than for it to be metal, but the components proving too complex to manipulate until he understands them better.

Jarvis tells him that Natasha and Clint have returned, and he glances at the time, 5am is ridiculous.

He should have gone to bed.

“They have another person with them, and they should all go to medical,” Jarvis continues to inform him.

Tony sighs, picks up his tablet and heads for Medical which is where he is sure Clint would be dragging Natasha.

The reality is a bit different.

The woman Clint carries is dressed in the widow’s outfit, she doesn’t look injured, just unconscious, but they treat her as fragile.

Clint’s face is bruised, swollen and cut. His clothing looks slightly damp.

Tony wants to ask what happened.

“Do we have a space where she’ll be secure, but doesn’t have to be handcuffed?” Natasha asks from the corner.

She holds a washcloth, wiping her face smudging blood away from a still weeping wound. Tony notices she favours one arm.

“Uhh,” Tony nods and frowns, “- she can go into the basement holding cells? They’re decked out for um, I’m sorry, who is she? What happened?”

Clint washes his hands and then sits heavily on the bed. He has gauze in his hands and starts to wrap his hands neatly, focusing on splinting two fingers.

“She’s someone we need to protect,” Natasha says curtly. “For now at least.”

She spits into the sink, and Tony notices how bruised her face is too.

Tony sighs.

“I’ll take her down, whilst you… clean yourselves up,” he offers.

Waiting until Natasha nods, he picks up the girl and leaves them to it, watching as Clint approaches Natasha tucking stray hairs away from her face.

Jace awakens in a clear glass room, the bed neatly made, a bathroom and sink to her left.

Fear encompasses her. She remembers being choked, passing out. She remembers Dreykov dead.

Happiness bubbles inside her at the thought.

She’s free.

Her reflection stares back at her as she touches the glass.

Dread settling in.

She’s free.

#whumptober2022 #no.24 #blood covered hands #blood #marvel fic #natasha romanoff #clintasha #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #tony stark #clintasha fanfiction #avengers fanfic #drekyov is dead #whump fic

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totentnz · 6 months

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💥💤🍧👖 for V!!

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

i would say most of them tbh. v isn't very good at emotional labour and most of her feelings end in some kind of aggression. angry? yell. happy? also yell.

she is used to anger, to hate, though things that would mildly annoy most people will often drive her straight into a rage, a rage that she can deal with and even hide, if she wants to, but rage nonetheless.

sadness comes to mind though, she doesn't have time to be sad, cannot afford to be sad, so she is angry instead. this amazing piece of art really spoke to me on the matter. it's a never ending cycle, really.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

v can't sleep very well, thanks to the ridiculous amounts of caffeine she consumes lmao. even if she's tired she has a hard time falling asleep. alcohol, drugs or a blow to the head usually helps. she also can't just relax, before the game takes place she already was doing mercwork but she also had multiple regular jobs in order to always have something to do.

another never ending cycle: i have so much to do -> i need energy -> let's drink some BZZZZT! -> fuck i can't sleep -> let's do something then

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

v never formally moved out of her childhood home, so she really doesn't have any objects from her childhood, besides maybe the clothes she was wearing when she ran away. some scraps of those might still exist in her wardrobe but that's about it.

at some point v is faced with the opportunity to get her hands on her childhood belongings but either she doesn't take said opportunity or they end up at the next dump anyway.

as you know, in our AU viv and v will take her belongings to the badlands and start a bonfire. i believe there v will find a thing or two she wants to keep: some pictures, maybe some of viv's drawings and most importantly: her school uniform. :3c

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

.... i think you get it lmao. lots of DIY as well, both repairs on the pieces of clothing she has and making them her own pieces. adding patches, cutting up one shirt with font on it to sew the letters back onto another one (usually crude messages like "SUCK MY DICK"), adding staples, pulltabs from nicola cans, pinching the metal bits from lighters onto the seams and all kinds of good old punk DIY. band merch is also big in theory but whenever i imagine her she's wearing a funny shirt rather than being a fangirl.

DIRTY TOO they are called crust pants for a REASON. 😤

one thing to keep in mind: if she's doing mercwork she wears something else entirely. difficult to sneak with all that leather and metal dangling around, right? usually some sneakers and pants she cant easily (and quietly) sneak in, a shirt with a stupid message on it and maybe even a cap with some sunglasses.

#sammy says shit #asks #i know what you are doing bishi dont think you are being slick lmao #oc:v #au: everybody wants to rule the world #long post

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amazinglyegg · 2 years

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15 16 and 18 for nick!

5. Bathing/showering

Nick fully believes that because he doesn't sweat, stink, or get oily hair like humans do, he doesn't need to bathe regularly. Ellie disagrees. Ellie makes him change his clothes every few days or whenever he gets visibly dirty. If it was up to her it would be every day, but Nick doesn't like having to wear anything that isn't his signature detective outfit (which he has several of in his closet).

He's completely water proof but still doesn't like showering because the water gets all inside of him and takes a long time to dry, so him and Ellie come to a middle ground and he'll wash his face as part of his morning routine. Usually the rest of him doesn't get too dirty because it's under clothes, but if it does he'll probably have a shower. He may dislike showering but he hates being sponged clean - it makes him feel less human and more like an item that needs to be polished.

16. Anger

Nick doesn't get annoyed as often as it seems like he does. The best way he finds to deal with rude people or invasive questions is by showing clear distaste, which ends up coming off as annoyance. Sometimes he gets a bit too defensive and expects the worst from someone, leading to unneeded heat towards them. Other than that, he's a ridiculously calm person who's willing to put up a lot as long as the person isn't being purposefully rude.

He has a bit of an ego when it comes to morals so if he gets mad at someone for doing something he deems wrong he tends to snap at them. He never gets emotional when he's angry, but he'll use that "dad lecture" voice. Most of the time afterwards he regrets it and will apologize to the person if he can.

18. Favorite possession

His office is covered with knick-knacks and gifts he's gotten, and he has a hard time throwing any away due to sentimentality. The gifts that little kids give him stay very close to his heart, whether it be drawings they made, clay figures, or even just a cool rock. He also really appreciates any photos his friends take, but only likes them if he's not in them. He prefers sentimental things and gifts over expensive items. He buys things for himself a lot, but they just aren't as important to him as a gift is.

#hrnnng nicky my beloved #how i love you so #fallout 4 #ask game #headcanons #nick valentine

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echonvoid · 2 years

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Holy Shit!!! Thank you guys so much for 50 followers!!! Have a celebratory screenshot redraw of the best bois!!

I started with just wanting to draw them with face masks (a strange benefit from quarantine; I never knew how much I loved wearing masks); which led to wanting to draw them wearing merch outfits. I spiraled from there. Raph’s was the hardest cuz I wanted it to be like corpse husband or the dude from Tokyo ghoul; an eyepatch face mask combo. But neither fit. So a teddy bear would do (although now I’ve totally decided it’s a knock off glam rock freddy)

Other headcanon shit:

They all definitely had a Minecraft phase that they will sometimes re-hyperfixate on (Pbbfffttt I’m not projecting I dunno what you’re talking about/s)

Techno’s death hit them all hard. He was definitely a MC CC that they all enjoyed; the potato war was much quoted in their household. He probably passed shortly after the movie, so it was salt in already massive tender wounds.

Dinosaurs was a thing they love because of splinter and the Jurassic Park series; he hyperfixated on them when Jurassic World came out. And they all loved getting to share it with him. It was one of his healthier mental and physical health times when they were growing up. Only Mikey actually ended up hyperfixating on dinosaurs, to the point he’s the only one that can name the more obscure dinosaur species

MCC is sacred. They, splinter, April and all their other friends join. It’s essentially the Super Bowl for them. They all pick/vote on who perspective they’ll watch from (Philza being the most often picked) eventually Draxum is roped in as well (Mikey definitely bonds with him by playing Minecraft with him)

Individual Headcannons:

Leo:

Still has his can, it’s just pretty hidden. He’s a huge Ranboo fan: I mean Gender and Gay? Sign him up. (Also the fact that they can both teleport in some fashion or another is just an added bonus)

It took him a long time to accept his transness; he never felt like he should consider himself that since he’s amab and a demiboy. Finally April and Donnie helped him accept that he’s still trans, transitioning or no.

He still struggles with it, not wanting to take away from “actual” trans people, but he’s working on it. And the fucking comfy ass pj pants really help.

Donnie:

The cape/cloak is supposed to be JoJo’s Bizarre adventure merch (a cloak I saw on their store) but all the cloaks had ridiculous patterns and character art on the back, and I had no fucking idea how I’d even go about doing that. So you get a mosaic esque one instead

The only other merch he’s wearing (except for maybe slippers idk) is a Philza beanie, which of course says Dadza on it; it was given to him as a gift by Mikey in honor of all his robotic children

The non-Bi-nosaur is my pride and joy, it’s based off of this I found while looking for ideas and inspiration (I added the Bi part, god I love puns)

God I want the pants I drew for him. Oh and he’s definitely wearing arthritis gloves to help with pressure sensitivity and joint pain

EDIT: I totally forgot to mention that Donnie’s mask is based on Corpse Husband

Mikey:

Made his own mask based off of some of my own versions of c!Ranboo. He’s a huge fan of beeduo and the whole arc where they adopted Michael. Fell in love with Minecraft bees. They spent weeks drawing the Minecraft family. (Fell out of the fandom cuz of the craziness of the kraang, and all the ccs doing different things)

The jacket is definitely not the same matching pair Tubbo and Ranboo bought; not at all /s

And yes her shirt has a Minecraft EnBee on it.

At this point it’s safe to assume they’re all wearing arthritis gloves to help with all kinds of pain and sensitivities. Mikey’s help with a cooling salve he puts on whenever his scars start feeling like they’re lighting on fire. The glove pressure is just a nice soothing bonus

Raph:

I need to give Poot Raph some more love, he’s definitely how I feel as an eldest sibling and someone with very nasty anxiety disorder. Apparently my love of twins is too powerful

Like Donnie, he has a burning blistering rash along his skin where the kraang infection had been. It healed after a couple weeks but the scarring and irritation remained.

The siblings all compare him to Glamrock Freddy, which to him is the highest honor they could bestow upon him; it really works well since both Freddy and Raph were mind controlled at some point (a fact that they don’t bring up too often)

Raph’s shirt says “Dinosaurs are cool; Transphobia is not” (from the great Jammidodger) and his Jacket is a Techno Memorial hoodie

His right eye can only see in Ultraviolet after the Kraang invasion. The eyepatch is incredibly important so he doesn’t get a sensory overload or blow a breaker in his brain from such different spectrum inputs

This is what he sees:

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justfivestar · 2 years

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Cartoon of ted cruz daughters

Media frequently clash with politicians who try to shield their children from press coverage. Mere hours after the cartoon vanished from the website, Cruz emailed his supporter list asking for an “emergency donation” as he hoped to raise $1 million in the next 24 hours. The brouhaha could prove to be a fundraising magnet for Cruz, who has a strong base of low-dollar donors. I understand why Ann thought an exception to the policy was warranted in this case, but I do not agree.” I failed to look at this cartoon before it was published. “It’s generally been the policy of our editorial section to leave children out of it. In place of the cartoon Fred Hiatt, the Post’s editorial page editor, wrote in a post why it was taken down. Cruz frequently jokes that reporters and editors will “check themselves into therapy” when he is elected because they will be so distraught. “When a politician uses his children as political props, as Ted Cruz recently did in his Christmas parody video in which his eldest daughter read (with her father’s dramatic flourish) a passage of an edited Christmas classic, then I figure they are fair game,” she wrote.Ĭruz frequently cites his two grade-school daughters in his stump speech, which also frequently ridicules coverage of Cruz in prominent national publications like the Post and The New York Times. She added that Cruz had now made his kids acceptable targets for satire. “Ted Cruz has put his children in a political ad - don’t start screaming when editorial cartoonists draw them as well,” she wrote. Telnaes, however, defended her cartoon on Twitter. We’re both Dads of young kids, and it’s hard enough on them,” Cruz tweeted. The Post saying the kids are ‘fair game’ is even worse,” he tweeted. “Wash Post cartoon featuring children is disgusting. Stick w/ attacking me–Caroline & Catherine are out of your league,” Cruz tweeted Tuesday.Įven Marco Rubio, who has been tangling loudly with Cruz for several weeks, came to his defense. In the 90-second spot, “Cruz Christmas Classics,” which had nearly 1.5 million views as of Tuesday afternoon, the daughters and Cruz’s wife, Heidi, read from a fictional holiday-themed children’s book while sitting together on the couch. WASHINGTON - (CNN) Ted Cruz obtained new ammunition Tuesday to shoot at his favorite bogeyman, the mainstream media, after The Washington Post depicted his two young daughters as monkey-like characters doing the bidding of their father.īy early Tuesday evening, backlash to the cartoon had swelled to the point where the Post took down the image and replaced it with an editor’s note.Īnn Telnaes, a Post cartoonist, drew an animation of the Republican presidential contender in a Santa outfit, with two hatted creatures, after the family gamely appeared in a parody television advertisement that aired during “Saturday Night Live” this weekend.

#Cartoon of ted cruz daughters

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Hoooh boy you're definitely not gonna be prepared for what Nonny and the Schneidermann's are wearing then, because Jesus Christ me and my friend truly went "the only people who would love you are the ones with more or equally atrocious fashion styles" with that one out of the way, let's start tame with Y/N because I forgot a key characteristic of hers :)

-Nothing much to say about Y/N, Beige stop that reveals her midriff and light blue shorts, BIG RED CLOWNSHOES WITH HEELS, also the thing I forgot was that she literally does not have a face and has to manually apply waterproof makeup so that she looks like a normal person everyday. The game starts off with her make up routine actually lmao I think it wasn't much of a problem for her, because most of her face was hidden thanks to her bangs anyway, but she still enjoys doing it

-Here comes our favourite Hackerman meow meow, so like, his outfits that I described before? Still pretty accurate, Mans got Black hoodie, though I think he has grey sweatpants instead of black pants, oh and also he's got BIG PINK BALLERINA SHOES WHOSE STRAPS GO O N T O P OF HIS SWEATPANTS AND END AT HIS LOWER THIGHS O_O I didn't describe them last time, partly because I totally forgot he had them until I saw his traditional character sheet and partly because I didn't see them in the game, since his sprite cuts off right above where the shoe straps end. So yeah, do with that information what you will. Also he had a straight up Lenny face at first, no eyecolor, just ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Also also he wasn't 7 feet 8, he was 9' 2" O_O .

Extra quotes we wrote on his sheet: "giiirl, get back inda BASEMENT" "Are u lost, babeygrill?" "He's got NO lips!" "He's never gonna get a kiss kiss very UGLY!" "No kiss for him"

-J. Schneidermann (because writing his full name would clutter this already long ask oof) so, pink cap with a heart on it uwu. Straight up rainbow dash hair, except short, no face because he anime blushed too hard (he actually has one, unlike Y/N but we just didn't draw it) a long sleeved shirt that's various shades of blue and INTENSE shoulder spike (not horizontally, they go vertically up to his ears) green saggy ass pants that approximately reach his ankles and have GUTSCHI written on it (makes him look like a fucked up hamster ngl) lots of chains on his wrists and pants, ears are pierced, and the most notable detail, he has mismatched shoes that he shares with his cousin, one red high heel and one... black boot or black sneaker I can't tell. He's also smoking a red vape in the pic and has a gold chocker

-B. Schneidermann, black fluffy hair that apparently also covering his face because we didn't draw him one either (rip Schneidermann face enjoyers) mirroring his cousins general outfit, except we can actually see the divide between his legs with the red loose pants he's wearing, rainbow long sleeved shirt, I think he was also supposed to have the ridiculous shoulder spikes but they look more like a high collared cape that's reaaaaaaaally short instead, 1 gold bracelet on each of his wrists and smoking a golden vape too, wears the other part of the mismatched shoe pair. He's also holding a banana and a hotdog (I think it's a hotdog at least) also wears a silver choker

Btw if you're wondering what the hell is up with the Schneidermann shoes, it's inspired by another thing we had to do in German period, be basically got a story from a newspaper that we had to retell in another way, the story we got was "Asian man steals peoples left shoes" like, specifically only the left one, which reminds me that Kim Hojungseo would be shoe thief considering that we drew a shit ton of shoes on his sheet lmao.

Extra writing on Hojungseo's sheet: "I only listen to REAL music!" "Save the fucking turtles b-baka! ùwú" "how can mirrors be real, when our eyes aren't?" "Crying on the inside"

I think I'll probably yassify part of their designs, not too much tho, oughta stay true to their OG vibe after all 😔✊ also this felt like a My Immortal chapter with these lengthy character descriptions, still kinda feel that I don't do em justice, they rlly are the kinda character designs that you simply need to ✨experience✨for yourself to truly understand. Also sorry for clogging up your asks you can tell me when to stop just sayin :,)

-Ren'py anon

Wow.

What an

Experience.

I do need these game files ASAP.

Why are the swedish cousins ESPECIALLY ugly 😭😭😭 a golden vape too??? Bro is living the life. WHY DID YOU GIVE THE WORST AND BEST CHARACTER THE HYPEBEAST AESTHETIC??? HELP

I HONESTLY DONT KNOW WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE

YOU AND UR FRIENDS GAVE NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS A CHANCE TO BREATHE. YALL REALLY WENT, "Let's give them as much as icks as we can."

The genderfluid aroace urge to accept stoner swedish cousin and hacker nonny for who and whatever the hell they are is strong,

but I have standards I must stick to 💔

The pants on Stoner swedish cousin are questionable to say the least, but hey, at least the got them chains 😎 although his hair is a 🚫off

Hair is a BIG PART of attraction for me so 💀

In another world, he would've looked like that blonde boy from 6teen that was voiced by Chris Mcleans VA

Hacker nonny. Hacker NONNYYYYYYYY MY BOY

At this point, there is only friendship, listening to his funky ass one liners yall wrote, going to his bad private home ballet practices and kicking the back of his knees. Being over 6'8 is an ICKKKKKKKK

I'm 5'5 so, baby this ain't gon work </3

Y/n is awesome. I love how their hair conceals so much of their face, but they just do paint it on anyway. Taking no eyes Y/n to the next level I see 😎

Tbh Y/n and stoner swedish cousin are the only love interests to me now. Y/n should be able to say, "Yeah, humans are fucking FREAKS. I'm the hottest one here tbh." AND GO ON WITH THEIR DAY AS PER USUAL.

Y/n gotta go shoe shopping b4 hand bc WOOOO BOY those clowns shoes ain't it.

Koreaboo bf cousin can go fuck himself bc I hate how he's affiliated with 'Kim hojeongso' or whatever the fuck his name was.

And its okay renpy anon! Send in whenever you'd like! Even though it takes a little while to read through everything and try to include most of everything, I dont mind it all that much!

Thank you for being even comfortable enough to talk about your personal creation with me like this! I enjoy everything you have brought to the table and I'm excited if you have more. Thanks so much Renpy nonnie <33 ilysm

#renpy anon game #yandere #hacker nonny #stoner swedish cousin #kim hojeongso #more like kim kyle jackson #OMGGGGGG I FUCKING HATE HIM #IM GONNA NEED A PUNCH OPTION BC I CANT STAND HIM #THAT GOES FOR HIS SWEDISH BF TOO #stoner cousin and stay <3 #Y/n is a baddie ngl #slay queen #😍😍😍#DONT LET THESE WEIRD ASS HUMANS PULL U DOWN BITCH #YOU A REAL MF!!!

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