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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 months

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This Fucks

[Dry humping, but it gets wet pretty fast. AMAB Reader. AFAB Barbie. Grinding, daydreaming, pussy eating, Barbs wears panties at the end, Barbs calls you Master, crack-ish. Standalone series]

Pt. 1

And then he'd ride you, fast and hard. He'd feel you through your boxers, through his own panties. He'd claw at your shoulders when you grinded against his clit just right and tears would fall as his eyes fluttered. He'd scream out-

"I guess you like the outfit?" And- wait, no, that's not what happens.

An amused huff punctuated your sentence, and as you eye him, several realizations hit him at once:

One, he was unbelievably wet. The throb of his clit and the uncomfortable wet feeling of his underwear clinging to his skin left him barely able to hold back a grimace, less he have to explain that to you too.

Two, he'd gone completely still in his daydream. How long had he been staring blankly at you, red in the face and just barely starting to breathe heavy? The only thing that could make this worse would be if he'd been wearing his summer uniform, the layers thin enough you'd have definitely seen his nipples perking through his shirt.

Third- he was wearing the summer uniform.

"Yes, I, it's very nice... my deepest apologies."

Your response comes paired with a toothy smile, and he swears he can feel himself getting wetter. "No problem, I know you have a lot on your plate. Hell, I'm distracting you right now, aren't I?"

You definitely were, just not in the way you think.

"I'll text you tonight then, Barbs. See you later~"

He nods, sad to see you go. You're his favorite distraction, his most coveted one easily. You probably think you were being a nuisance now.

Barbatos walks you out, waving and watching until you turned the corner out of sight. He sighs, locking the door behind him and heading straight for the nearest bathroom.

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He's baking cookies for you today. Soft, melty chocolate chip- just how you like it. In fact, he's baking a variety of pastries: donuts and cupcakes, all in your favorite flavors. He's making an "I'm sorry" basket for his shameful behavior the other day.

As he begins to glaze the donuts, hands drift over his waist, settling in place and pulling him closer- ass first -to your dick. He could feel it through your uniform; did you just get out of class? The lingering scent of potions gone right and wrong alike met his nose, and he chuckled, eyes crinckling at the corners when he smiles.

"You didn't even bother to change, I see."

Your lick the cuff of his ear, whispering into it. "Needed you too bad." By all nine of the circles. There was a greedy rasp in your voice, like you could barely speak through your own desire. Your hands got firmer as they slid down to hold his hips. Your thumbs massage circles into his ass as you give a few test thrusts, seeing how thick the material on his pants were.

He looks back to find you scrunching your brows as if in deep focus.

"I want these off." You say, your tone deadpan.

Barbatos jumps to obey, donuts completely forgotten, and you help him, shimmying his pants down as he undoes the buttons. You undo your own, and then it's briefs to boxers as you hump him, rocking him against the counter and making his eyes roll back. He's obsessed with the feel of it, how hard it is, leaving no room for mistaking how much you want him.

He's close, fuck, fuck, he's so close. You are too, going by the way your thrusts get more and more aggressive. Barbatos' eyes squeeze shut, and as his peak gets closer and closer, he can feel that tightening in his stomach, making him tense up right before the big-

His eyes spring open, immediately locking on where his hands have burst an entire piping bag of glaze onto one donut. Embarrassment at getting so caught up paints his face a lovely shade of rouge, getting even darker as he realizes that glazed donut holes are not the best distraction for... well, glazing (non) donut holes.

Once again, his underwear clings to his cunt, providing the slightest friction against his senstive clit as he moves about the kitchen, cleaning up his mess.

He sighs as, also once again, he makes his way to his room to clean up a different mess.

(–>Himself)

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"Fuck me, you're doing great 'batos."

Your hands are on his hips, helping him bounce on your clothed boner. You've barely got ten minutes- you both have places to be. Him, a meeting, you, a class. But that didn't stop you from sliding your pants to your knees and leaning heavily on a side table in one of the castle's many forgotten salons, nor him from showing you the pretty pink panties he put on today in the hopes you'd get to see them.

With your bulge fitted comfortably between his cheeks, he switched from bouncing to rolling, gyrating his hips and crying out like a whore as you groaned into his back, sinking your teeth into the blushed skin of his neck. Just low enough the collar of his uniform covers it, of course. You're nothing if not courteous.

As your blunt nails sink into his flesh, Barbatos starts to wonder if this is what insanity feels like. Delirium colored with the pinks and reds of lust, your groans like a mantra in his ears he can't, won't, get rid of. The ache of his own pussy consumes him- you're breathtakingly close, yet it's never enough for him. His greed is as constant as his heart beat, a steady rhythm of "more".

Your chest to his back, your breath on his ear. He'd soaked through his panties long ago and knew they'd be nothing short of ruined when he came. Cumming on your cock, even through your clothes... it was so good. God, you felt-

"-so good! Thank you by the way, I never would have fixed that without you."

And just like that, the time demon returns to the present.

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Despite the cold of the room, sweat rolls down the back of his neck as he thinks,

'What am I supposed to tell you this time?'

Barbatos can feel you staring at him, but it seems the floor is particularly interesting today. He can't keep his eyes off it- or rather, he can't keep his eyes on you.

A faint sunset pink dusts his cheeks, and in a manner much unlike his usual held-together persona, he fiddles with the edges and fingers of his gloves, tapping his foot against the shining wooden floors and licking his lips a rather unnecessary amount.

"Nervous?"

He chuckles when you ask, but there's no humor in it. He still doesn't look at you. He wishes he could go back to work. He's on his break right now, which he usually doesn't take, but took advantage of for your sake. It's only thirty minutes, but it feels like hours.

"There's no need for anxiety, Barbs. I just wanna talk..." You trail off into silence, polite on your part, suffocating on his. Leaning over, you take a sip out of the tea you personally prepared for this occasion. It held not so much as a candle to Barbatos', of course, but you thought it'd be a good change of pace for something like this.

'They're gonna hate me.'

He's so sure of it, not even a peek into the future would change his mind. You'd learn of his disgusting habits and shame him, then tell him you never wanted to see him again. It was inevitable.

"Barbatos,"

He tenses involuntarily at hearing his name.

"You've been distant lately, you know?" You watch his face as you talk, speaking slowly and gently, as if trying to calm a scared animal. "Avoiding me so actively that everyone has noticed, making excuses everytime I ask to hang out, and disassociating when we actually do. What's happening to us? Did I do something wrong?"

'Fuck.'

The thought is followed by budding tears in his eyes. He's ruined everything, and to top it off, you think it's your fault.

What the hell was he supposed to say to you?

"My apologies Master, I find myself lost in thoughts of your dick sandwiched between my asscheeks."?

Get serious.

....but as his own voice meets his ears, things do get serious. Very, very, very quickly.

The room empties of sound, not even a breathe to be heard. But as loud as his heartbeat is in his ear, there's no way you're deaf to it.

How the fuck did he accidentally say that aloud? Of all God-forsaken things-

"I... are you serious?"

For the first time since entering the room, he looks at you. Your face is oddly.... blank. He can't read your eyes, but your posture is rigid as you rest your forearms on your knees, hands tightly clasped around a small teacup.

There's no use lying now. It'd only serve to make things more awkward. This was his punishment, he was sure of it- to die in flames of embarrassment, haunted by this day for the rest of forever.

"I... suppose there are more choice words to be used. But yes. I want you quite badly, Master. Need you, even. And it's ruining my immortal life." The last part is no more than a whisper, but you hear him as though he yelled it.

"I know I've ruined our relationship. I've let your kindness go to my head, and find myself unsatisfied with standing quietly behind you. I wish to be by your side."

He's said so much, too much, but it's as if the words run from his mouth on their own. He bites down, almost drawing blood as his fangs dig into the soft skin.

You're silent, still as unreadable as a closed book. He feels out of place in his skin under your gaze. It's unwavering strength begins to unnerve him as he prepares for a verbal beating.

"Beside me, or under me?"

He'd say it's his turn to be speechless, but the shit eating grin on your face makes him think you knew exactly what you were going to say a long time ago.

Nevertheless, he answers seriously. Thinking back, it may have been the shock that made him answer so honestly.

"..both."

You smile wider, a wild look in your eyes.

"Both is good."

And in the following seconds, Barbatos was hit with realizations of several things, once again:

One, you were messy. The table was cleared of dishwear, utensils and food alike in a quick swipe of your arm. Hopefully, you didn't expect him to help clean it up later.

Two, you weren't and never have been a weakling. You lifted him with an ease he'd only seen out of Beezlebub, or Diavolo. Despite his size, he was pure muscle, and quite heavy. But you didn't even break a sweat as you held him bridal and layed him out on the table, gentle as a lover should be.

Three- it was just as big as he'd imagined.

You fit yourself between his legs, holding them wide open as you grabbed his waist to pull him to you. You whisper under your breath, and the lights flicker before dimming down. Your eyes are alight with something that scared him as much as it aroused him. It was bright, fierce, hot. Like passion, but so much more intense. It had to be in your blood, pumping throughout your whole body and heating your skin till it burned at the touch.

Scorching fingers caressed him through his clothes, dragging down his torso as if imagining how easily they could rip through the fabric, the shreds joining the shards of glass on the floor. Your bulge pressed into him more and more as you tried to get closer, as though dizzy-headed with the thought of fucking him deep.

God, he wanted you to fuck him deep. Maybe he was the dizzy-headed one.

"What did you dream about, Barbatos? Tell me everything, my love."

'Such a sweet talker.' He thought. But he lied if he said it didn't make his pussy throb.

"You had me just like this... with your face in my neck, telling me things, as you..." He blushes, and it encourages you closer. Chest to chest, your voice is a sultry whisper in his ear. "As I what, darling?"

He gulps audibly, nervous fingers grasping the sides of your shirt. You can hear a tremble in his voice, "You... you were dry humping me. Slow, but hard, and relentless. There were tears in my eyes."

He doesn't know what he expected, can't explain why his breath caught in his throat when you began to rock, slow, but hard. One hand cradled his face as he closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed by the drag of your cock over his clothes. You were pressing on his clit just right, even through the layers. Again...again, again, hah, agai-

"Ah!" He moaned out as you pressed especially hard. Your other hand was on his hip, and the bruising grip made him think you wanted this too more than anything else you've done so far. If he had to put it into words- you held him like you didn't think you'd ever get the chance.

"Fuck... tell me what I said, Barbatos."

It takes a few seconds, and when he finally finds his voice, his speech is interrupted by gasps of pleasure. "I.. hell, you- you told me how good I felt. That- fuck, Master- that you needed me. All the things you'd been waiting- hah, to do to me."

You kiss his neck, your voice low in his ear, but your words loud in his heart and mind. "You're perfect, Barbatos. Can you feel it? How hard you get me? Just looking at you- it drives me insane. Makes me wanna make you feel good."

The hand on his hip moves to undo his pants. He claws at your back as you speed up your strokes. "I'd go so deep, baby. Make you see stars. I wanna fuck you till you're sleep, till I'm the only thing you think of, till you call out of work."

You stop your administrations, and in the blink of an eye, Barbatos finds his panties are out where you can see them.

And yes- he is wearing the pretty pink ones.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you need me."

Like the asshole you are, you're much more gentle with your own clothes, getting them off just as fast yet leaving them mostly whole. Your dick twitches against the constraints of your briefs. It makes Barbatos salivate, the thought of having all of it on his tongue, down his throat, making him gag and cry. In his pussy, bruising his cervix and-

Why was he still imagining things, when the real thing was right in front of him?

Quick as ever you flip him on his stomach, smirking at how wet and sticky his panties have gotten. In this position, the fat lips pressed against the thin fabric in a way only describable as lewd. You drag a single finger down his slit, starting from his asshole and stopping at his clit. Watching him shiver as you dragged it back up, tremble as you go back down again. The shocked way he squeaks and grabs the table as you press on his clit.

You can't see his face when you put your own in it, licking him through the cloth, but you can definitely hear him. He's unabashedly loud, his hips acting on their own. Sloppy kisses make him squeal, and long strokes of your tongue make him moan. When you suck on his clit, he calls your name, a desperate cry that thanks you even as it begs for more.

"[Name], Cum- cumming. I'm-"

Your hand snakes down to grope at your dick as you eat him faster. You can taste him; his essence is all across your tongue and it's absolutely euphoric. He rocks a little harder every time you whisper how good he tastes into his clit, cries a little louder. You can hear how hoarse his voice is getting though. His screams are shadows of what they were, the scrape of his voice against his throat sending shocks through you. It all makes you suck him a lil harder.

And then he arches into your mouth, cumming on your tongue with a sultry moan from deep in his chest. Your eyes roll as liquid gold coats your tastebuds, the aftertaste like a mouthful of diamonds. Angelic whimpers meet your ears, and you can't help overstimulating him as you work to not waste a drop.

Barbatos swears that hours pass, but your clean up job only lasts a few more minutes. His head is heavy and light at the same time, not a thought to be found among the thick sex haze.

He feels like you shared your fire with him, the burning power shocking his nerves and waking his body up even as you suck him to sleep. Everything's so sensitive, too sensitive, yet you keep going...

Gods, please keep going....

Then you stop. He's left ass up and face down as you catch your breath. His own chest heaves, the tears that fell drying on his face or pooling between his cheek and the table. He should be worried about that, what a mess you'd made of him, of the room, of everything. But the only thing he could focus on was your breath, far too close to his sensitive, throbbing cunt.

Barbie's hips were bruised to the touch, yet he couldn't manage so much as a wince when you grabbed them again. You were much gentler this time, at least.

You pull him into your lap, a glimmer in your eye as his head lolls on your shoulder.

Slowly, tantalizingly so, you grind up into him. Weak he may be, he still tries to grip your wrists, settling for loosely wrapping his fingers around them. He feels your head come to a rest on his shoulder, and your hands move to interlock with his, dragging them with you as you wrapped both of your arms around his torso.

Borderline chaste kisses were peppered across his shoulders and neck as a pace was set. Barbatos didn't think he could take it- being humped like a whore, then grinded on mid-embrace like a lover dearly missed. The butterflies in his stomach stirred at the mix of emotions pumping through him, filling him with a ticklish, fluttery feeling that made giggles spill from his throat.

"...off."

He hums his confusion, and you try to be a little louder.

"Can I take these off?"

Your voice is a romantic whisper in his ear as you nod towards his panties, soaked through and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination by this point.

You asked so politely, and you made him feel so light, he couldn't find it in him to say no.

He blushes, and nods.

His panties are off in a snap! , pink pussy finally exposed. Now, his arousal soaked your briefs directly, and the twitch it gave at being so close to his warmth felt brand new.

The feel of the cold air against his hot cunt made him choke and sit up, breatheless gasps escaping in a flurry as you stroked the squishy lips, ghosting over his clit to circle his hole.

He watched your fingers drag arousal from his hole to where his bud ached, flicking it and making him cry. The tears streaked his skin as they fell fast down his cheeks. Watching you seemed to make it more intense, seeing exactly how your skilled fingers moved to bring him such electrifying pleasure.

Oh hells, you'd started moving again too. Your labored breathing was felt against his back as you grinded into him

t desperately. Your hips worked like you needed this, needed him, needed to cum against his cunt and take him over the edge with you.

Your fingers sped up as you strained to keep your pace steady, the jerk of your legs getting worse and worse as you got closer. Barbatos could feel how you twitched against the briefs, and even in his weakness, tried to meet your thrusts in the middle, rubbing his sensitivity pussy along your bulge and making himself sob at the intensity.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

Heavy breathes and heady gasps filled the room as your stomachs started to lock with lightning. Barbatos was seeing stars, felt like he was one. Exploding with pleasure, bright as the sun and just as blinding. There wasn't a thought in his head as your grunts and moans became more frequent, the open mouthed kisses you planted on his ear and neck making his eyes roll. Your free hand left his hip and made for his nipple, and with an aggressive twist, it was over.

The two of you exploded in sync like a supernova of catastrophic levels, the orgasm rawing both of your throats as each other's names rang in the air. The flames in your blood were slowly doused, leaving your skin as sticky as it was sweaty- and it was very much so both.

Neither of you can breathe, so you pant between sloppy kisses. Weak arms wrap around your neck as your hands tangle in sweat-soaked hair, drool escaping down the sides of your lips. He can taste himself on your tongue still, his essence making your spit stick to your lips a little more. The sight spurred him more, until exhaustion truly wracked you both, dropping your bodies to the table in a mere moment.

Barbatos couldn't find any talking words. He's not quite sure what he could say- "hey, that was pretty nice, albeit unexpected?"

"Yeah, hah, that's one way to put it."

He has got to get control of that.

Your eyes were already closed when he looked up at you, using all his strength to do so. You whispered, mumbled really, and he strained to listen through the haze still clouding his mind.

"....beautiful, Barbatos. Everything... you. We have to do this again.... day when you're actually free."

Remembering he was far overdue to return to his position should have sent him into shock, or perhaps cardiac arrest, but he found all he could do was sigh. The castle would be fine without him for a couple hours... and it's not like they had any guests today...

Barbatos yawned, his head getting heavier and heavier with the rhythmic movement of your chest. A quick glance showed you to already be asleep, your peaceful expression painting a smile across his face.

His last image before drifting off is of you, with a single line of drool slowly slipping out the corner of your mouth.

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A/N: IVE BEEN WRITING THIS FOR A WEEK. AHHHHHHHHHHH

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findafight · 1 year

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Okay but. Now I am thinking of transfem Evie Harrington starbara canon au where Barb is like. Preeetty sure she only likes girls. Possibly. But she's willing to give Steve a try. He's charming and goofy and listens when she says to cut out all that mean talk and is also, shockingly, very interested in her.

So she thinks sure, she'll try dating a boy. Feel like a normal teenage girl for a bit. It's fun and Steve listens when she tells him to back off. And she really does like him. So maybe she just likes mostly girls usually, and sometimes a boy. Mostly Steve, though.

But then she gets taken by the demogorgon and survives the Upside Down and everything is awful. Steve is still there, and he's worried and protective and so so glad she's back mostly safe. She thinks she might be a little in love with him.

They date, and it's nice and good and normal and Steve lets her set the pace with how to talk about the Upside Down. She does talk about it, and he talks about what happened in the right side up, and they both cry. Barb knows she loves him, and that he loves her. It's nice and comfortable, they kiss and have sex and saying it's love is probably fast but they've survived monsters apart, so now they want to stick together.

One day, maybe the spring or summer after round one, Barb convinces him to lay back and let her get him dolled up. They've got a free afternoon and she wants to practice doing someone else's makeup just in case. Also, it's fun. It's silly and they deserve a little silly. She doesn't really wear a lot of make up but she's got mascara, a couple colours of lipstick, rouge, and a whopping four different eyeshaddows. While Barb prefers the dark red lipstick, she thinks the lighter, cherry shade would be better for Steve. She curls his lashes (borrowed the curler from Nancy and forgot to give it back) and adds just a little pink eyeshadow, then blush around his cheeks. She's admittedly not very skilled or practiced, but it's definitely passable application. The finishing touch, though, is that Steve lets her style his hair, parting it to the side because of all the cowlicks, and letting its waves curl slightly around his face. She climbs off him and stands, looking down at him.

"oh. You make a very pretty girl, Stevie. Or. Hm... Evie, maybe? Wanna see?"

He pauses for a moment before crawling off his bed to the bathroom, and when he faces the mirror Barb can hear him stop breathing. It's just a moment, before he turns to her and smiles. Kisses her cheek and likely smears lipstick on it (which does give Barb a bit of a thrill, and little jolt of pleasure and longing and she doesn't want to think about that because she loves Steve. She knows she does. If people can be a little gay sometimes Barb can be a little Straight with Steve. She doesn't need lipstick on her cheek or to watch a skirt brush the ground or anything else like that when Steve is beside her.)

It isn't until after the tunnels that Steve brings it up. A week after, he's barely gotten the go ahead to slowly get back to school (he's able to do half days until the headaches get too much), they're laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, holding hands and just breathing together.

"Barbie?" He starts, and stops.

She hums, encouraging.

He sighs. "Do you remember when you...when you did my makeup?"

"yeah, I do."

"you called me Evie. Like my great Aunt, my favourite Aunt, I would've been named after if I was a girl instead of my great Uncle."

She turns her head to look at him, still staring at the ceiling, squeezing her hand tighter now.

"I did..."

"I need you to know I love you. I do. I really, really do."

She almost sits up, but stops herself. Whatever Steve is talking about is important, he's clutching her hand tightly but not looking at her. Instead, she squeezes back. "I love you too."

Steve's breath hitches. "I really liked it when you called me Evie." It's a whisper, a breath.

Barb squeezes his hand again.

"Barbie. I really, really, liked it. I wish it was my name." Finally he turns to face her, and his eyes are glossy. She reaches up to brush her fingers against a yellowing bruise on his cheek. "I wish I was that little girl that was named after her Great Aunt Evelyn and I could wear makeup like you did for me whenever I wanted and that I was a pretty girl."

Barb leans in to kiss softly, a brush of lips. "Maybe you are?" She doesn't know. Just knows that Steve, Evie? Is upset. She doesn't want to see someone she loves upset, and it seems like saying that may help. She doesn't know.

Breath hitches. "You think I can be? Just like that?"

Combing her fingers through her...through her lover's hair, Barb shrugs as best she can lying on her side. "I've never wanted to be a boy. But you want to be a girl. I think. I think maybe that's what makes you one?"

"yeah?" It's a tiny, cracking, word and Barb wishes she could help fix whatever grief is causing it.

"well. I don't think any people who aren't girls want to be girls."

Her lover shifts, enough that their foreheads touch. "And...would that be okay? For you? For...for us?"

Barb leans closer, so their lips brush when she speaks. "Pretty sure you're it for me, Evelyn Harrington. Whoever you decide you are, I'll love."

"and if I want to be your girlfriend?"

She grins, can't help pressing into a kiss. "Then I guess I've got the prettiest girlfriend in town."

Evie presses in for another kiss. "Mmh. No. I think that's me." Barb can feel her smiling against her lips.

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rocknroll7575 · 17 days

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The Crown's Investor

Jax and Bertilak ambled through the weathered entrance of the diminutive ancient temple, its timeworn façade a testament to the passage of ages. Restored under the careful eye of its recent custodian, the temple bore signs of rejuvenation amidst its age-old architecture.

As the duo ventured further into the temple's depths, the guardians stationed within ushered them towards a secluded chamber, hidden away from prying eyes. With each step, the air grew heavy with anticipation, a palpable sense of intrigue guiding their path.

Upon crossing the threshold into the chamber, their gaze fell upon an unexpected sight: their elusive "investor" reclining in a bath, the scene juxtaposing the solemnity of the temple's surroundings with an air of casual luxury.

In the depths of the tub, reclined Vermillion Raddock, his demeanor exuding an air of serene detachment. A rouge Huntsman by trade, he had once called Mistral his home, yet now found solace amidst the shifting sands of Vacuo. Renowned as a figure of both dread and awe, his name reverberated through the annals of Southern Vacuo's history as one of unparalleled notoriety.

Throughout a decade, few could rival Vermillion's prowess in the art of death. His hands, stained crimson with the blood of countless adversaries, bore witness to the extent of his lethal capabilities. But it was not merely his physical prowess that inspired fear; it was the manifestation of his Semblance that truly set him apart.

In his undertakings, Vermillion consistently veiled himself behind the guise of a boar, concealing the essence of a seasoned 50-year-old man beneath. With a complexion weathered by years of life's trials, his brown skin bore scars, a testament to the harshness of his existence.

Atop his head, a close-cropped mane of red-greyish hair spoke of both maturity and resilience, complemented by a rugged array of facial hair. But it was his eyes, a vivid crimson reminiscent of freshly spilled blood, that captivated onlookers, while a scar etched defiantly across his nose hinted at battles fought and conquered.

Despite his age, Vermillion remained undeterred by the passing of time. As a seasoned warrior, he had weathered countless battles and witnessed the depths of human strife, rendering him an intimidating force whom none dared to challenge.

"You wanted to see us, Vermillion?" he inquired, his voice laced with authority.

Vermillion, reclining in the tub with an air of nonchalance, lifted his head at Jax's address. A sly grin danced across his lips as he met Jax's piercing stare. "Ah, the illustrious king graces us with his presence," Vermillion quipped, amusement coloring his tone. "And how fares the expansion of our forces under your esteemed leadership?"

"They are my forces," Jax corrected sharply. "You may fund me and my organization, but make no mistake—they are my people. I brought them together with a singular purpose: to defend Vacuo."

"Is that so?" Vermillion's tone was laced with disdain as he eyed Jax with a mixture of skepticism and amusement. "Do those followers of yours, who grovel and worship at your feet, realize that you're not cut from royal cloth?"

Jax's gaze hardened, his resolve unshaken by Vermillion's barbs. "I may lack the lineage of a true king, but Vacuo is in dire need of leadership if it is to withstand the looming threat," he asserted firmly.

Vermillion's expression shifted, a flicker of genuine interest dancing in his eyes amidst his lingering smirk. "Oh~? And what manner of peril do you believe threatens our beloved Vacuo?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued by Jax's proclamation.

Jax's derisive snort echoed through the chamber, a tangible manifestation of his frustration. "Even a blind man can see the writing on the wall. Someone's tearing through the kingdoms like a rabid beast," he declared with a note of urgency. "Vale's already fallen, Haven's been hit, and Atlas? They're cowering behind their walls like scared children. If we want to come out of this alive, we need to stand together under a leader worth a damn."

Vermillion regarded Jax with a quirked eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "And ya fancy yourself that leader? The savior of Vacuo?" he prodded, his smirk widening.

Jax's chin lifted defiantly. "Damn right," he shot back without hesitation. "Isn't that why you threw your weight behind The Crown? Because you saw in me what Vacuo needs?"

A smile played at the corners of Vermillion's lips, though it held more cunning than agreement. "You catch on quick, kid," he conceded, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You're exactly the kind of leader Vacuo's been yearning for," he assured Jax, the truth of his intentions hidden behind a mask of false encouragement.

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galexico-blog · 2 months

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fleurdusoir · 5 months

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L’Europe est le nom de notre tradition, un murmure des temps anciens et du futur. Notre tradition est une façon de se conduire et de conduire notre vie qui n’appartient qu’à nous. Elle nous est révélée par les poèmes d’Homère et par nos grandes légendes, celles de la Table Ronde ou des Nibelungen. Elle nous est révélée aussi par le trésor des contes. Sous des apparences différentes, nos contes tissent la trame d’un même héritage de part et d’autre du Rhin, des Alpes et des Pyrénées. Retrouvés en Allemagne par les frères Grimm et en France par Charles Perrault, sans avoir l’air de rien, ils sont l’un de nos biens les plus précieux. Ils ne se voilent d’obscurité que si l’on ne fait pas l’effort de les découvrir. Jadis, leur transmission se faisait à la veillée, par le récit des Anciens. Se jouant du temps qui passe, ils continuent de dire le retrait salvateur dans la forêt, les forces de la nature, la solitude et la communauté, les rites de passage de l’enfance à l’âge adulte, la rencontre de la jeune fille et du chevalier, l’ordre du monde. Les contes sont le grand livre de notre tradition. Leur fonction est de léguer la sagesse ancestrale de la communauté. Même quand on y rencontre des elfes ou des fées auprès des sources et au coin des bois, ils sont le contraire des « contes de fées ». Sous l’apparence du divertissement, ils enseignent des leçons de vie. Ils disent les secrets qui feront que les demoiselles deviendront femmes et les garçons des hommes. Les contes disent les menaces à surmonter (le Chat botté), les limites à ne pas franchir (Barbe bleue), la ruse terrassant la force brutale (le Petit Poucet), la rançon de l’étourderie (le Petit Chaperon Rouge), le prix du serment (Grisélidis), l’effort soutenu triomphant d’une nature ingrate (Riquet à la houppe), les périls courus par la jeune fille et la virilité dévoyée (Peau d’âne). Les contes disent encore le courage, l’espoir et la constance des jeunes filles triomphant des épreuves (Cendrillon). Ils disent aussi la vigueur, l’audace, la vaillance et les ruptures par quoi les garçons sont ce qu’ils sont (Perceval). Les contes montrent qu’en s’appuyant sur les forces de la nature, la femme maintient ou restaure l’ordre du monde et de la communauté (Blanche Neige). Ces secrets sont nôtres, on pourrait parfois les croire perdus alors qu’ils ne sont qu’assoupis. Comme dans le conte de la Belle au bois dormant, ils se réveilleront. Ils se réveilleront sous l’ardeur de l’amour que nous leur porterons.

Dominique Venner, Histoire et tradition des Européens

#citation #littérature française #auteur français #quote #french literature #french author #dominique venner #histoire et tradition des européens

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sloubs · 1 year

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tw/ blood, death

Arrêtez de dire que Perceval va mourir dans Kaamelott, je refuse d'imaginer une scène finale où Perceval serait allongé au sol, blanc comme un linge, sa barbe et ses cheveux couverts de sang séché, tétanisé par la peur de mourir sans jamais avoir rendu son roi fier

Pourtant il viendrait de lui sauver la vie à son roi, il aurait pris son courage à deux mains et aurait sauté sans réfléchir sur l'ennemi pour le protéger, armé d'une épée ou de n'importe quel autre moyen pour asséner des coups et garder Arthur en sécurité. Il n'a jamais tué personne mais aurait tout fait pour vaincre son adversaire, parce qu'aucune vie ne vaut plus que celle de son roi, pas même la sienne. Un coup de lame mal esquivé lui aurait malgré tout scié la gorge, et il tomberait de sa hauteur sur la terre froide et humide. Il resterait prostré là, incapable de bouger, témoin malgré lui du flot incessant de sang qui s'écoulerait de sa blessure. Jamais il n'aurait vu autant de sang autour de lui, pas même quand son vieux père tuait le cochon à la ferme de son enfance, au Pays de Galles. Lentement, il commencerait à sentir ses jambes s'engourdir, jusqu'à ne plus les sentir du tout. Ses yeux bleus perçants regarderaient tout autour de lui d'un air paniqué, cherchant du regard un visage familier capable de le rassurer. Un long sifflement retentirait dans ses oreilles, sa vision se brouillerait progressivement, puis des voix étouffées lui feraient reprendre brièvement ses esprits. La main d'Arthur viendrait lourdement se poser sur son torse alors que lui même ne sentirait déjà plus ses doigts, et il tournerait la tête dans la douleur, pour regarder une dernière fois le visage de celui qu'il a toujours admiré.

"PERCEVAL ! PERCEVAL, REGARDEZ-MOI ! MAIS QU'EST-CE QUI VOUS A PRIS, ESPÈCE DE CINGLÉ ?!"

Arthur utiliserait la paume de sa main comme une compresse pour stopper l'hémorragie, sa peau caleuse plaquée contre les pulsations de son cou, d'où coulerait le sang encore tiède de son chevalier. Ce serait alors au tour d'Arthur de paniquer, en voyant Perceval perdre peu à peu l'étincelle innocente qui caractérise son regard, en voyant son visage devenir de plus en plus pâle. Lui qui a toujours réponse à tout, soudain ne répondrait plus de rien. Sa respiration se ferait haletante, la peur et le désarroi lui faisant perdre tous ses moyens.

"J'ai voulu- je voulais vous sauver, Sire..." chuchoterait difficilement Perceval. "...pour pas que vous soyez déçu de moi."

Arthur lâcherait alors un grognement inattendu, une douloureuse expiration mélangeant épuisement et sanglots retenus. Il se mordrait les lèvres comme pour s'empêcher de hurler.

"Vous m'avez jamais déçu, arrêtez vos conneries-" lui confierait-il d'une voix douce, enrouée par ses propres larmes. "Qu'est-ce qu'on s'était dit, Perceval ? Vous vous souvenez...?"

La gorge d'Arthur se serrerait, tandis que les doigts de Perceval chercheraient à s'accrocher à lui. Ses yeux cristallins s'écarquilleraient encore un peu plus et une mine apaisée viendrait soudainement effacer l'effroi sur son visage. Jusqu'à son dernier souffle Arthur aurait été à ses côtés. Il lui adresserait un sourire sans prononcer le moindre mot, repensant à toutes ces fois où son roi lui aurait accordé son temps et sa confiance, toutes les conversations qu'ils auraient partagé, toutes les phrases rassurantes qu'il lui aurait adressé.

"Écoutez-moi, on s'était mis d'accord, si j'étais en danger, vous deviez vous barrer ! Votre vie vaut pas moins que la mienne, Perceval !"

Chevauchant le corps quasi inerte de Perceval, Arthur comprendrait alors qu'il serait en train de le perdre. La mâchoire serrée, il lancerait un bref regard à sa main devenue entièrement rouge, presque brune tant le sang qu'il tenterait désespérément de retenir serait épais et abondant. Ses doigts crispés contre la jugulaire de son ami, il ne se retiendrait même plus de pleurer. Ses larmes viendraient s'écraser contre le métal froid de l'armure de Perceval, le suppliant de rester éveillé, de rester avec lui. Et tandis que l'adrénaline se propagerait dans chaque recoin de son corps, que son cœur serait sur le point de sortir de sa poitrine, les mains d'Arthur se mettraient soudainement à trembler. Sous sa paume, il ne sentirait presque plus de pouls.

"Ma vie, Sire-" murmurerait alors Perceval dans un dernier souffle, " ...Ma vie ne vaut rien si vous n'y êtes plus."

enfin bref voilà quoi vraiment j'ai pas du tout envie d'imaginer ça quoi

#kt hc #perceval #arthur pendragon #kaamelott #kt

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surpriseraisin · 2 months

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Trollchendise au

Here trolls (all genres) are being actively hunted as commodity for most of the larger beings (bergens, rageons, etc.; im thinking harlequins/jesters, wooden puppets, as examples of other larger beings) , and theres a proper market and management for them

There's various ways to sell them as products; "consumables" (drugs or performance enhancers or food (ingested or slowly absorbed over time)), and "supplements" (using them as ghost writers or taking their own inventions/ideas and presenting it as their own), "companions", and "entertainment".

Trolls of all ages are in circulation, but its generally a common agreement that minors can be traded but not used fatally or pushed until they are grown. Doesn't stop people from training them or priming them for their purpose; teaching them/supplying them to perform for bands, testing to see where their talents lie, etc.

Some trolls have gained popularity and therefore became a "brand" more or less and can be traded between people or lent as a favor due to their value. Some trolls made a deal with larger beings for a fate that the trolls deemed as a "lesser evil" in return for obedience and commodity

In this au JD was so obsessed to hit the perfect family harmony because he was convinced that it will allow him and his brothers to be "branded" and therefore have a higher chance of survival and better arrangement before they turn into adults. Grandma rosie puff was a great singer and then gambler back in the day, and used her brand to make sure that her family stays with her before they can be sold. She told the trick to JD and also told him about her connections with "rogue trolls". Trolls who are "branded" but not always owned

Rogue trolls; the bounty hunters, barb and riff, Viva and some putt putt trolls, the leaders of the genres, etc. All of them are connected and have been communicating with each other. Theres a plan of saving trolls or getting them allocated to more kinder purchasers, and some have been pushing to wreck system all together.

In this au the bros are more understanding about JDs strictness but there's still the stress and tension. They still weren't able to hit the perfect family harmony, but only JD was in danger of being used fatally after purchase as he was about to turn into an adult. He made a name for himself as a song writer and was going to use that as a last ditch effort to brand himself and have some leeway on what happens to his brothers. He got taken away to be sold but told his brother that he will find them, just stick together and try to make brozone work so they can stay together as a brand. Unfortunately as they keep on missing the perfect family harmony which was one of their largest sells, branch lost his brothers one by one.

john was sold to someone who specializes in supplying or creating bands; his songs suddenly stopped being produced but the owner just said he was in hiatus, but the brothers are worried. john actually slipped away as he heard news about grandma being traded for another person and leaving a singular young troll behind; where are the rest of his brothers? he needs to find them. Became a rouge troll

Spruce was sold for a collector who specializes in attractive/pretty collection. doll collector. during his transport he got washed away and was declared lost goods. was found by brandy and hired at her restaurant where he gave a new name Bruce, and started working in the restaurant, and thought that THAT was the deal between him and brandy, but brandy just thinks shes employed an anxious paranoid person. it took months but eventually bruce shared more information about himself that was true, and they got closer together as bruce saw that for vacaytioners they're not part of the system

clay fought when he was collected and was almost discontinued (either he gets turned into a "consumable" to be purchased or given) he ran for it and later got found by viva and putt putt trolls. stopped dying his hair and let it grow more wild

floyd tried to stay with branch as a duo but it never took off and was taken as a companion because of his sensitive brand. Got taken by velvet and veneer who started using him as a ghost writer and threatened with taking his essence if he doesn't deliver. when he wanted to take a break to talk to his other brother, after hearing about JDs hiatus and thinking that he could do the same. velvet and veneer do not take kindly to that, especially as they are attempting to stay in the top 100.

branch was left with grandma as he was the youngest and she can still keep him as he's a minor and she tried to blend him into her brand. but one unfortunate gambling later where branch took initiative and branch was about to be traded but grandma traded herself instead. unfortunately it didn't save branch as now he's without a brand; and he was fortunately picked again for another budding group, kismet. They were all young when they got placed together by their purchaser and tried to make it work as as a band, they all clung together after being ripped from their family

Poppy is part of the group considered premiums (royalties, leaders, etc.) and have been growing up with more freedom as she was already considered a brand as a royal family. Poppy was encouraged to be what she wants to be and she wanted to be a "companion" because 'those are like best friends and i can be the best friend of anyone, because they deserve it'. It wasn't until king peppy lost viva that he started to impress having a brand on to poppy and playing it safe. Being a royal is not as much of a protection as he thought it to be. Used his connections to try and get poppy to be able to join other bands, such as the snack pack or to a more established group such as kismet.

#trolls #trollchendise au #trolls au #world build #thoughts?

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philoursmars · 1 year

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Je passe mes vacances de Toussaint à Marseille.

Alternés :les plats qui me furent apportés au resto “Les Trottoirs de Marseille”, à la pointe-Rouge : encornet farci (après une soupe de poissons et rouille) et thé gourmand version XXL : délicieux et pantagruélique !!

Alternés donc avec les travaux chez moi (qui révèlent un ancien carrelage, pas mal du tout mais hélas j’en ai déjà prévu un autre) et la plage des Sablettes avec un curieux homme en peignoir de bain, qui se baignait en gardant sa casquette. J’adore !)

#marseille #gastronomie #cuisine #les trottoirs marseillais #resto #restaurant #encornet #thé gourmand #plage des sablettes #pointe-rouge #barbe #casquette #peignoir #plage #travaux

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gmanwhore · 4 months

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The character general information post I always make for my Homestuck aus. Halfstuck edition. Lol. Lmao.

Beta Session:

Gordon: Pesterchum Handle: crowbarCascade (shut up I don't have anything better) Strife Specubus: Crowbarkind Fetch Modus: Chest (honestly just a regular game inventory he can just take shit out. We are nice to the chosen one) Classpect: Heir of Hope Planet: The Land of Crystals and Light

Alyx: Pesterchum Handle: mechanicalHands (again shhhhh) Strife Specubus: Gunkind Fetch Modus: Guess Who Classpect: Witch of Time Planet: The Land of Scraps and Wires

Barney: Pesterchum Handle: blueShift Strife Specubus: Stunstickkind (sstickkind) Fetch Modus: Stack Classpect: Knight of Heart Planet: The Land of Slopes and Sun

Adrian: Pesterchum Handle: opposingForce Strife Specubus: Critterkind Fetch Modus: Pictionary Classpect: Prince of Doom Planet: The Land of Barbed Wire and Bugs

Colette: Pesterchum Handle: metallicLupis Strife Specubus: Suitkind (yes the HEV suit) Fetch Modus: Tree Classpect: Rouge of Blood Planet: The Land of Paths and Jungles

Gina: Pesterchum Handle: enternalInquisitor Strife Specubus: Explosivekind Fetch Modus: Random Sort (something random will be at the top each time it is opened, acts similar to stack) Classpect: Maid of Light Planet: The Land of Rocks and Desert

Chell: Pesterchum Handle: tenaciousTester Strife Specubus: Portalgunkind Fetch Modus: Pocket (she can only carry one item at a time) Classpect: Theif of Rage Planet: The Land of Bridges and Lazers

G-man Pesterchum Handle: misconcievedSteward Strife Specubus: Briefcasekind Fetch Modus: Briefcase (it is very useful) Classpect: Lord of Space/Seer of Space (doomed timeline) Planet: The Land of Mysteries and Fog

Alpha Session:

Cave: Pesterchum Handle: flamingChariot Strife Specubus: Lemonkind Fetch Modus: Wallet Classpect: Bard of Time Planet: The Land of Mirrors and Pistons

Caroline: Pesterchum Handle: omittedPostcard Strife Specubus: Penknifekind Fetch Modus: Filing Cabinet Classpect: Maid of Void Planet: The Land of Mirrors and Pistons (Yeah Cave stole her planet. Like an asshole.)

Eli: Pesterchum Handle: electricEye Strife Specubus: Raygunkind Fetch Modus: Binder Classpect: Knight of Life Planet: The Land of Changes and Conveyor Belts

Azian: (YEAH SHE'S HERE I LOVE HER!!!) Pesterchum Handle: moonageDaydream Strife Specubus: Gunkind (yes it gets handed down to Alyx) Fetch Modus: Wheel of Fortune Classpect: Witch of Space Planet: The Land of Nooks and Crannies

Issac: Pesterchum Handle: lightningSavant Strife Specubus: Beakerkind Fetch Modus: Stack Classpect: Mage of Light Planet: The Land of Rivers and Goop

Breen: Pesterchum Handle: pyrricSupervisor Strife Specubus: Knifekind Fetch Modus: Miracle Classpect: Prince of Breath Planet: The Land of Snow and Moon

Judith: Pesterchum Handle: fleetfootFelis Strife Specubus: Cordkind Fetch Modus: Safe (each card has it's own code to be inputted to unlock it) Classpect: Rouge of Mind Planet: The Land of Strings and Scissors

Rosenburg: Pesterchum Handle: fritResearcher Strife Specubus: Paperkind Fetch Modus: Monopoly Classpect: Heir of Doom Planet: The Land of Reports and Dead Ends

Keller: Pesterchum Handle: watercolourMonitor Strife Specubus: Penkind Fetch Modus: Go Fish Classpect: Seer of Heart Planet: The Land of Twists and Pits

#halfstuck #half life #portal #aaaaaaaa

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enteringdullsville · 4 months

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Underrated Real Time Fandub Lines: Sonic Adventure 2

“Za Warudo!”

“I’ll make you eat those words!”

Sonic trades barbs faster than his mind can process them.

“THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC! I’M TAKING IT FROM THE oh wait, Sonic isn’t here. Knuckles, I’m taking your emerald.”

Eggman fails to account for the Master Emerald’s guardian.

“SHADOW.”

“Thanks, I forgot who this was! Did we ever establish our names? Hi, I’m Sonic!”

All said in the same angry tone of voice.

“F*** you, moon! You never had the cheese I wanted!”

Doctor Ivo Robotnik, IQ of 300.

“I’m sorry, did you not consent to me saving your life? I’ll put you back down, I’m sorry!”

Knuckles knows not to push his boundaries.

“And now I will control the universe! AND EVERYONE WILL BE ABLE TO WATCH splatoon2letsplays BY EGGMAN! NOW GET IN THE F***ING ROOM!”

I feel like it would’ve been easier to put it on the news while you were taking everyone’s Best Buys, but you do you, buddy.

“THANKS, JESUS!”

Knuckles and the big man upstairs go way back.

“You know I’ve seen my fair share of piss rocks~”

“…You said that really sensually!”

I quote Sonic’s response constantly.

“What you see is what you get! Just a guy who loves piss rocks…and adventure. I’m gonna run now.”

“What the f***.”

From Shadow, that kinda hurts.

“It’s been seventeen days…”

Cut to later…

“THREE YEARS! I’VE BEEN IN HERE FOR THREE YEARS!”

How much time passed between those fades?

“Please stop, Ivo.”

“Uh…HOW DID YOU KNOW MY MIDDLE NAME?”

This can go one of three ways. Either Eggman’s lying to cover his tracks, his full name is Ivo Ivo Robotnik (his actual name is pronounced “Eee-Voh”), or he’s just named “Doctor”.

“I put hot sauce on everything-”

“No.”

Alfred immediately catches on to what Ryan’s going for.

“WOOP! WOOP! THAT’S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE!”

“That rap! It reminds me of her!”

I really want to know what the heck crimes Maria committed.

“I’m here to show you what Ninten can do…and what Za WaruDON’T!”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Shadow as he prepares his epic Earthbound Beginnings/Jojo crossover fanfiction.

“My follower base!”

“And yet they still can’t figure out how to get nazis off their site.”

In which Shadow utterly scorches the entire platform.

“As long as I get my weed back, I don’t really care.”

“I don’t have a character motive.”

The best part is that since Shadow’s been shot down to Earth for reasons completely unrelated to G.U.N., he really doesn’t have a character motive other than being a troll.

“Are you my mom?”

“No? What? The f***?”

Amy the Hedgehog to Tails, who is a boy, a fox, and far younger than her.

“Yes, Rouge. Thank you for listening to my insane ramblings about peeing in a Hot Topic.”

You can just hear the realization hit him.

“NOW GET OUT OF MY F***ING FACE! BEFORE I PISS ON YOU TOO.”

Odd as it may be to put a line from the moon rant in an “underrated lines” compilation, nobody talks about how brilliant a conclusion this is.

“I can’t believe he came to his intervention drunk.”

Really? Because it sounds just like him.

“Here comes the WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!”

DJ Inexplicable Talking Gemstone’s new hit rock song.

“Wait, I know you! I saw your dick on Twitter!”

That’s one heck of a way to introduce yourself, Amy.

“When I see you, it is ON SIGHT! IT IS ON! SIGHT-”

“Yeah, piss off.”

The Ultimate Life Form cares not for your threats.

“What the f***, you Hot Topic hot sauce motherf***er, why would you even say anything!?”

“There’s nothing hotter than hot sauce, Rouge.”

That’s not even remotely an answer to the question she asked you!

“But I wanted the last thing I breathe to be pot!”

I always used to mishear it as “pie”.

“I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO REEEAD!”

“That’s not really a surprise!”

Amy’s line was golden as is. Tails’ barely audible snapback is just icing.

“And that is why I! Am the true owner of the world! That’s right! All that you see before you? Everything the piss touches? That is your kingdom! And you, my son, shall go forth and inherit it!”

…what?

“MAN, THOSE BALLS SURE ARE SHAKING.”

Yes, thank you, Knuckles.

“Ah gave birth.”

Another great throwaway line.

“As we know, my dick is on my hand.”

This guy’s about to jack off…

“If I gave Shadow fifteen apples…and then Amy gave Shadow another sixTEEEN…and then Tails took away three…my question is…what is the total mass of the sun?”

“As Obama told me, it’s THREE!”

“YOU FIGURED IT OOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuuuu…ah.”

“Why does it sound like he’s getting further away-this is stupid.”

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful binge watch.

“Wait, that’s no moon, that’s a space station!”

“Nice reference. I also love Star Trek.”

Oh, Shadow.

“Shadow didn’t deserve to die for his piss-”

“Yeah he did!”

“-but here we are.”

She’s not wrong.

“My shoes-my shoes in my reflection are opaque, bye!”

Again, she’s not wrong.

“I’m not understanding any of this, but here’s a gloog.”

We all need a gloog in our life.

“So if we were to all drink piss, does that make you or me?”

“It makes us both avid piss drinkers.”

This explains so much.

“Can I ask you, um-”

“No. Make sure to like, comment and subs-”

No is one of the greatest words in the English language.

“This is a Big McIntosh…”

“Eeyup.”

It took me years to catch that reference.

“This is wagyu steak. Named after the dog, because wagyu tail?”

“WHAT?”

…I got hit by a “deez nuts” joke.

“I’m gonna get a paper towel.” (Grabs a jar of pickles)

Eh, close enough.

“Don’t worry, this one literally has gold on it, so you will die if you eat it.”

“Good, that was the goal.”

Talk about a rich flavor.

“You hit me in my nose! That’s the spot where I don’t like being hit!”

“Well then that’s where I’ll hit you on repeated instances!”

Sonic being a menace to society.

“Hey, that’s some good bars man, y’know I’m coming to kill you right now.”

“…Can you not do that?”

“Uhhh, for how long?”

“Give me at least…y’know fifteen, sixteen…years.”

Followed shortly by Eggman trying to gaslight Sonic into thinking he destroyed the world.

“If they did make a prune juice cocktail, like half prune juice, half vodka, that would be called the ‘factory reset’.”

I have no idea how they started talking about prune juice, but whatever.

“I HAVE…REEFER MADNESS!”

The Dark Story version of Rouge and Knuckles’ encounter is…strange to say the least.

“Hey that’s…”

“Hey, that’s…”

“Hey, that’s!”

I think Shadow’s the fake hedgehog around here.

“I’m gonna kill you, and I’m sober now, ‘cause I went to my own intervention!”

Sometimes it just be like that.

“That was completely unnecessary. My back hurts now.”

Screaming for three consecutive years finally caught up with him.

“I diagnose you with DEAD, Wazowski!”

The entire Roz sequence came out of nowhere, and I love it for that.

“IS THIS WHAT HOT TOPIC IS NOW?!”

Not pictured: the epilogue to the Piss Saga.

#real time fandub #rtf #sonic adventure 2 #snapcube

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