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highvern · 6 months

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Discovery

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship

Warnings: kissing, groping, dry humping, oral (m. receiving, f. implied), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), multiple orgasms (m. receiving), cumshot, mentions of butt stuff, Mingyu is obsessed with titties, pearl necklace, spitting, cum eating (kinda), minor hair pulling, praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, Mingyu is a simp that loves his gf, his gf is a gremlin though he does threaten to lock her in a closet at one point but he kinda has point, they’re both horny that’s all I can say

Length: ~2.5k

Note: not a direct part 2 of Drunk Goggles ! but same couple set a few months in the future :) they’re in love and obsessed with each other. If there are any spelling errors ignore them, I don’t respect the English language <3

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“Permission to be horny?” Mingyu mutters, lips still connected to the spot on your neck he likes to claim whenever granted the opportunity.

“Hmmmm,” You pretend to think. “I’ll allow it.”

“I really, really, really want to fuck you.” He punctuates his statement by trailing his hands down to your ass, palming the plush flesh and pulling you down harder on his clothed cock.

“I’ll definitely allow that.” You sigh, hand twisting in the short locks of hair on your boyfriend’s head.

His hips cant against yours when you arch into him, pulling the seam of your jeans just right against your clit. Mingyu is good at this. He’s good at most things, but sex is something he excels at; especially when it comes to sex with you.

You’ve never had a partner so open about their desires. Mingyu has no shame, bursting at the seams to let you know how much he wants you, needs you in moments like these. His forwardness makes you blush like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it certainly doesn’t help that he looks like that.

But as hot and sexy as your man is, he is still an incredibly huge klutz. You realize you’re falling off the couch before he does, mostly due to the fact Mingyu is planted firmly below you with his face buried in your chest. His obsession with your boobs is almost comical (and has gotten you out of more spats than you can count when you flash him in the heat of an argument) but it shuts down his brain.

“Oh shit!” You squeal, tumbling to the plush carpet. Nothing bruised except your dignity.

“What the fuck?” Mingyu calls after you, confused to find cool air rushing in where the heat of your body occupied.

All you can do is laugh, eyes covered by the crook of your elbow. You don’t see the way your boyfriend looks at you with love filling his eyes (and his dick). Or the way your chest shakes as you laugh, causing your tits to bounce with the sound of your cackling.

Your laughter dies in your throat, transforming into a hum when you feel Mingyu’s body cover your own, picking up right where he left off by taking your left nipple in his mouth, torturing the flesh with his tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, babe.” You whine pathetically. Hands moving to the waistband of his pants, fisting the material in an effort to get him naked.

His hips are cradled between your thighs, his erection hot and hard in his pants. When you plant your feet on the ground and grind against him, Mingyu sucks harder and uses a free hand to snare your wrists and trap them above your head.

“Be good.” He warns. Mingyu's attempt at domination falls flat because you know the only promise on the other side of it is that he’ll cream his pants before he gets his fill of you.

“I can be really good if you let me go.” You whisper, pushing your chest up into his face.

“Yeah?” He questions hopefully, unable to help that he’s a sucker for everything you do.

“Mhmm, want you in my mouth Gyu.”

Mingyu doesn’t respond sans the slow grind of his hips against your core, letting you feel all of him. He detaches from your nipple to bite across your chest once more, the echo of burning kisses left in his wake.

“Please, baby.” You press. “Wanna taste you.”

He might be the man of your dreams but Mingyu is still a guy. So when a beautiful woman (you) begs to suck him off, who is he to deny that experience? It’s a selfless act of him really.

Mingyu slides off you, giving you room to prop yourself up. You take him in. His hair is wild from your pulling, short tufts pointing every which way. His naked chest is flushed and heaving like your own. When your eyes trail south, his abs clench under your heated gaze. It's impossible to ignore how the movement makes his dick bob in his sweatpants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Sit on the couch.” You demand when your eyes meet again.

Having you boss him around gets Mingyu hotter than he’ll admit (to anyone except you). He knows most people assume he’s the one who calls the shots in the bedroom; Seungcheol had cracked one too many jokes about it for him to be unaware. And occasionally Mingyu does, twisting you into whatever position is stuck in his head or telling you to touch yourself while he watches from the end of the bed and jerks off. The glint in your eye when he bends you over the kitchen counter to stuff you with his cock tells him you like it too. But the second you command him to do anything, Mingyu folds like a house of cards.

You’re not unaware of how much he likes it but it leaves you in awe every time he scrambles to do what you say. Right now, he’s tripping out of his pants and underwear as he hops on to the cushions. You thank whatever powers may be that you don’t have a roommate to consider when fucking your ridiculously hot boyfriend on every surface of the apartment (especially when Mingyu’s attempt at fucking you in the bathroom ended with cum on the mirror on several occasions but thats a story for another time).

The hand circling your jaw distracts from your goal as mouths meet. Mingyu is bent over at the waist above you, tongue tracing hotly against your lower lip. You subtly push him back into the plush upholstery, propping yourself up on your knees, hands gripping his thighs to press further into his space. With Mingyu distracted, you let one of your hands drop to circle the scorching rigid flesh at the base of his cock.

“Fuuuu–ck,” he groans into your mouth but doesn’t breakaway. As much as he wants your mouth on his dick, Mingyu really does love kissing you. Probably because he spent months thinking about it and now he actually gets to do it as much as he wants.

“Yeah?” You echo his previous words. When your thumb traces the leaking tip to spread his pre-cum he moans again.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, nodding his head in affirmation.

When you’re finally able to pull away from his lips without protest in the form of him chasing you, you descend to mouth down his neck and chest. Your boyfriend is all hot skin and taunt muscle under your ministrations, shaking breath causing his chest to lurch when your teeth scrap his nipple. Your breasts brush purposely against Mingyu’s cock as you sink lower, his head goes fuzzy and tips back. The soft pass of skin plants ideas in his head about the day you’ll let him cum on your chest. You’re already enthusiastic when he comes on the swell of your ass or in your mouth. But the visual of you covered in his spunk, chin and nipples glistening white and skin flushed flashes in his vision. Mingyu opens his eyes and starts tracing patterns across the ceiling in hopes it prevents him from making it a premature reality.

You're not much better off. The contrast of his rigid length against the soft flesh of your chest has arousal gushing from your cunt. The thought of Mingyu finishing on your skin always makes you wet. Something about your incredibly sweet and polite boyfriend being incredibly filthy with you makes your chest heave. The first time he came on your ass you had him fuck you again while it cooled between your cheeks. It was also the first time Mingyu played with that hole, found out cum and spit made decent lube, and how you cum insanely hard if he thumbs the taunt ring of muscle while he fucks you stupid on his cock.

If you had lube you’d entertain the idea of letting him fuck your tits but you know the chaff without it isn’t worth it for either of you. Instead, you let the tip of your tongue trace the bulbous head of his cock, the tang flooding your taste buds. You’re doing nothing more than teasing him but the way he’s leaking against your tongue tells you he loves it.

When you back away just enough to spit on it, a rush of breath leaves his nose as your saliva dribbles across his frenulum and you smirk. Mingyu is so fucking easy.

Since the first time you two fooled around, you’ve discovered all the ways to get him whiny and desperate, memorizing his favorites with impressive speed. Mingyu likes it wet and messy, spit and cum glossing your lips and chin, dripping in his lap to pool at the base of his dick. He prefers when you use your mouth to focus on the head of his cock, but he’ll never complain if you use a hand to jerk him off in tandem. When you’re going to play with his balls, he moans when you fondle and whimpers when you give a gentle squeeze. If you meet his eye when your lips are stretched around his cock, he’ll blush like a virgin who hasn’t fucked you six ways from Sunday. And if you let Mingyu cum in your mouth, he’ll go down on you till you're shaking and he’s hard enough to fuck you right.

Tonight you try your best to give him a top notch performance. It helps that every detail about having Mingyu like this gets you hot in the best ways. Enjoying giving as much as he enjoys receiving. Having him wrapped around your finger makes you whine along with him, sharing in his pleasure like it’s your own.

The vibrations from your soft moans and whimpers do nothing except stretching Mingyu’s resolve thinner and thinner. Tangling his hands in your hair, he gently guides you back and forth, mostly taking the strain off your neck rather than enforcing your rhythm. The tug against your scalp satisfies you all the same.

“Fuck, baby,” he cries. “So good, fuck. So fucking good.”

A harsh suck causes his dick to exit your mouth with a lewd pop before it smacks against his tummy. Mingyu is quick to grab his cock, fisting himself before tapping against your lips for re-entry. You just stare from under your lashes, eyes wet from the prodding against the back your throat, only allowing gentle kisses to the soaking flesh.

“Open your mouth.” His words may seem dominant, but the whiny tone betrays his desperation.

You continue to sit there, allowing your nails to dig into the skin of his thighs, mixing a volatile cocktail of pain and pleasure. When his other hand unravels from your hair to pry your jaw open with his thumb, you can’t help the whimper you release in response to his manhandling as he forces his cock back between your lips.

“Gonna cum?” Your question is garbled from the way he stuffs your mouth full but Mingyu puts two and two together with his limited brain capacity.

“Wanna cum in your mouth,” he begs. “Please, baby.”

When your eyes flutter shut, Mingyu knows he has permission to do what he does best. He starts fucking your mouth in earnest, soaking in the sounds of you gagging and choking around his cock as practically humps your face. If you want his come he’ll give it to you in spades, he’ll drain himself until he’s on the verge of passing out if that’s what’ll make you happy.

It only takes a minute before you feel him twitch against your lips and the hot rush coats your tongue, dripping down your throat as you swallow around him. Mingyu’s hips buck up as he gives you his load, cum seeping out of the corners of your mouth and down your face just the way he loves. You pull away just enough that some of the spray hits your chin and leaks down onto his shaft allowing you to continue to jerk him off as he sings you praises.

In your opinion, the best part about Mingyu is if you keep sucking after he comes, he’ll come again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he bites. Mingyu loves you (not that he’s told you) but when you do this he thinks he might have to take away your dick privileges.

You pop your mouth off his cock but your hand doesn’t stop. Thumb swiping at the pearly slit right below your mouth, pushing the remains of his release across the spongy head.

“What baby?” Your brow is furrowed in mock concern, like you have no idea the torture you’re inflicting. “Just want you to cum.”

You’re evil. Pure evil sent from a past life to punish him.

“I have!” He winces. He grips the couch cushions for dear life as stars cloud the edges of his vision.

“But I want you to cum again. Don’t you wanna give me it?”

He can’t breathe.

“Please, Gyu? For me?”

You’re playing him like a damn fool.

“Just wanna feel you to cum on my tits, baby. Please!” You cry.

He’s drowning.

Mingyu’s second orgasm is less dramatic than his first. He’s writhing and shaking from the sensory overload, ass leaving the couch as his hips jerk wildly. His cum is more of a dribble than the sizable spurts you’re accustomed to but you take what he gives you with glee. You jerk him off over your chest, allowing him to paint your skin in white streaks, redden tip rubbing against the puckered flesh of your nipples to get every drop. Mingyu can barely keep his eyes open to enjoy the way you cover yourself in him, how you claim yourself as his in such a primal way.

It’s the gleam in your eyes as you pant below him, nearly drooling at the mess you’ve made that has him giving you one last sputter to trickle between your breast down to your navel.

When you go to mouth at his balls, Mingyu grabs a fist of your hair in reflex to keep himself out of your reach. He gently tugs until you slide your eyes away from his softening dick to his face.

“I will lock you in a closet if you try that again.”

Mingyu knows he sounds ridiculous but you’re insatiable and might actually kill him if you try to touch his dick again.

“You’re no fun.” You pout, unable to hide you’re disappointment when Mingyu refuses to let you play with him.

“Get your ass on this couch and I’ll show you how fun I am.”

Tonight, Mingyu discovers you really like when he collects his cum off your chest with his tongue and spits it in your mouth. You like it even more when he holds you down, pins your wrists at the dip of your spine, and eats it from the back like his life depends on it.

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suashii · 11 months

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୨♡୧ PRETTY LITTLE DISTRACTION — you want his attention elsewhere.

pairing. dan heng x reader.

warnings. f!reader. established relationship. college au. finger sucking. all characters written 18+.

dan heng’s bedroom is flooded with warmth as he opens the door to the bathroom, steam from his shower escaping the en suite. there’s a towel on his head and his hands make work of drying inky black strands of hair, though a few drops of water drip from his bangs down the bridge of his nose. gray sweatpants hang low on his waist, his v line on display and thin, dark hairs peeking out from his waistband. your eyes linger there and you miss the way dan heng’s brows furrow upon seeing the mattress void of his laptop and books. “where’d my stuff go?”

“i put it all on your desk,” you tell him, dragging your gaze up his abdomen and chest, finally reaching his glacier eyes. “you need to take a break.”

he tosses his towel in the hamper before joining you on the bed. you scoot closer to him, taking his hand in yours to play with his fingers. the motion does little to derail his train of thought. “i did. the shower was my break.”

“yeah, right. i bet you were drawing equations on the steamed-up glass.” dan heng rolls his eyes at that but you ignore it and sit up on your knees. your fingers continue to trace lines over his knuckles with your next words. “it’s not a break if you’re still thinking about the material. you’ve gotta take your mind off of it.”

he raises his eyebrows, if only slightly. “is that so?”

you nod matter of factly, as if your statement should have been obvious.

“then what do you suppose i do to take my mind off of everything?” dan heng asks, his resolve slowly beginning to slip. you have a knack for doing that, convincing him to change his mind. your honeyed voice is hypnotizing; captivating in a way he can’t explain but certainly doesn’t mind.

you lick your lips before they curl up into a grin. dan heng is the epitome of a good student and while you’re proud of him for keeping up with his studies, you selfishly desire to pull him away every now and then. that eagerness is rearing its head now as you swing one of your legs over his hips so that you’re straddling him. you haven’t let go of his hand yet and you don’t plan on doing so any time soon, raising his lithe fingers to your face.

the scent of almond butter follows him, wafting under your nose and feeding your craving for dan heng. you need a taste of him and with his fingers so close to you, the thought of popping them in your mouth grows more and more enticing with each passing second. it wins you over quickly and you slip his pointer finger past your puffy lips. your eyes drift closed, lashes brushing the tops of your cheeks as you moan around his digit.

the sound has more of an effect on dan heng than he’d like to admit. half of the blood in his body rises up to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, painting them both a pleasant pink while the other half goes down, fueling the slowly rising tent in his sweats. you suck at his finger leisurely, let your tongue swirl around it in lazy, wet circles. the act draws a sigh from dan heng’s lips, a shaky one that sounds twice as loud to him in the silence of his room.

you smile around him upon hearing his reaction, dragging your lips up his finger and suckling sweetly at the base of his nail. his chest rises and falls beneath your unoccupied hand, his heart ricocheting off his ribs. another hint of his arousal presses against you, growing harder, more difficult to ignore as you continue to suck at his finger.

it’s subconscious, the way your hips roll and the slow grind of your panty-clothed pussy over dan heng’s aching cock. he tosses his head back against the cushioned headboard, choking out a moan at the sudden attention you’re paying to the sensitive bulge in his pants. it makes your tummy flip and flutter as you breathe out a sigh around him, goosebumps raising all the way up his arm.

there’s only so much satisfaction you can get from suckling away at his finger, rubbing against him with so many layers between you. it won’t be enough to soothe the throbbing of your clit and you think the same can be said of dan heng’s erection. you’re hungry for more.

“mm,” you hum around his finger before releasing it with an exaggerated pop. you dip your head to capture the man’s lips in a messy kiss, still languidly grinding against his hard-on. a string connects the two of you once you finally pull away and only breaks when your lips move to pose a question. “how’s this for a distraction?”

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qqueenofhades · 2 months

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Hi, sorry, Asshole Anon here (I’m not giving myself that nickname to lash out, I’m saying it because I was an ass)

To clarify: I mean “I don’t know what to trust anymore” in that “people whom I normally respect and would otherwise agree with are now sharing material that I find either morally indefensible or overtly simplistic, and at the same time people on the ground in Gaza are saying that Hamas IS a liberation organization, so I trust their word, but there is also the existence of the “We Want To Live” protests, and the fact that there’s now apparently a protest against a child that got killed that isn’t widely reported, with an attached video of said protest from somebody on the ground in Gaza, but it’s in Arabic, there are no subtitles, I cannot speak Arabic, and I don’t trust Google Translate”

I just want an objective sense of what is happening on the ground. I want to know what is and is not propaganda, because I (white, raised in a liberal(?) household, surrounded by white people) am especially susceptible to it. Once I have that objective sense of what the people in Gaza want, then I will be able to effectively and efficiently advocate for shit. But that also necessitates listening to orgs like Standing Together, B’Tselem, people IN Israel who want this shit to stop, and hoo BOY that ain’t gonna fly with those people I mentioned because of:

1. BDS saying that the org “normalizes the occupation”, but they’re made up of Palestinian activists and anti-apartheid veterans, I can’t discount their statement, not fully.

2. Netenyahu’s… Netenyahu

3. Twitter’s doing a great job of asserting that everyone in Israel is a — quoting directly here from a half-remembered Tweet — “genocidal maniac”, or wants the bombardment to happen. (Which I know for a fact is not the case, if the protests calling for a new election are anything to go by)

That’s not even getting into the domestic stuff. I’m in an org rn and I’m getting the sinking feeling that they’re gonna drop this thing like a hot potato when a ceasefire gets called. Just sucks.

Anyways, back to improvement. Just closing this out

I agree that we're currently in a paradoxical state where there is simultaneously ALL THE INFORMATION EVER and ACTUALLY NO INFORMATION AT ALL, and that's what makes it difficult to sort out true from false. It's also what contributes to compassion fatigue, where we are able to get extensive real-time information and/or eyewitness accounts about pretty much any tragedy or catastrophe anywhere in the world, and social media has created a space where we are expected to both immediately react to all that information and to do so in the "right" and "correct" way. Which is basically impossible, and is also what burns out young well-meaning people so hard, where they insist that there's nothing to be done except The Revolution, because they have been so inundated with this torrent of human suffering and it seems like small steps are in fact useless. I am a historian and I can tell you upfront that humans are simply not made to process that volume of information about ALL THE BAD THINGS EVERYWHERE. It's also impossible to have an informed opinion on all or sometimes any of it, but there is still the pressure to visibly do so and to do it in a way that fits in with what everyone in your peer group is saying, even if you don't understand it. So yes -- that is absolutely very difficult, and it's hard to filter or parse it.

That said, I don't think we actually need to have painstaking piece-by-piece analysis of every single piece of information out there, because there are in fact so many competing narratives, perspectives, fake news, disinformation campaigns, opinions, etc., and it will lead you to the same information paralysis: there's just too much of it to even start processing, and so your brain just gives up and reverts to those same simplistic cliches and things that "feel" right, regardless of whether or not they are. When you're trying to decide on the fine details of something, it helps to have an overall sense of the context and narrative that they're operating in. So for reference, these are some broad and basic analytic paradigms that I personally use when reading or thinking about any material in regard to the Israel/Hamas situation in particular:

No person of basic good faith and human decency wants the current situation in Gaza to be happening. However, the person/group that has the power to call it off -- i.e. Netanyahu and the current Israeli government -- has not done so despite increasing pressure from Western allies, because the situation is beneficial to Bibi personally and he sees more use in continuing it than making the decision for it to stop.

The governments of Western allies, therefore, can voice disapproval of Israel's actions (which they have been doing more and more frequently) but unless Netanyahu himself makes the choice to end the war, it will not stop. The West has recently given more and more signals that they are not prepared to countenance the ongoing destruction and genocide of Gaza, but yet again, Israel is its own sovereign country with its own powerful government, military, intelligence services, etc. The "anti-imperialists" who think the collective West can just reach in and turn off the violence whenever they please, and have just refused to do so because they're "bad people," are not being realistic. Western allies can exert pressure and leverage, but as long as Netanyahu himself wants to keep going, he will.

"People in Gaza" and "people in Israel" are not homogeneous blocs who think exactly alike. Some people in Gaza support Hamas. Some people do not. Hamas support has recently grown as a result of Israel's post-October 7 response, but it is not unanimous or unquestioned.

Hamas is the entity that started the current war by attacking Israel on October 7 and murdering/raping/kidnapping 1,000+ Israeli civilians. Hamas is also associated with Russia, Iran, Hezbollah, and other terrorist regimes/states, which are often defended by Online Leftists simply for being "anti-Western," regardless of how heinous their actions also are.

Netanyahu was wildly unpopular in Israel for MONTHS before this current war, due to his autocratic attempts to neutralize the Israeli Supreme Court and make the country even more of his personal fiefdom. There were huge, massive, ongoing protests against his naked power-grab for almost all of 2023, and he was so preoccupied with pushing it through that he ignored warnings from the Israeli and Egyptian intelligence services that Hamas was planning a major attack. These anti-Netanyahu demonstrations have continued and ramped up in intensity even in the middle of the war/attacks on Gaza.

As such, painting every single Israeli as mindlessly supporting the current actions of Netanyahu and the Israeli government is antisemitic nonsense and reflect the current Western Leftist tendency to assume that "all Israelis" and "all Zionists (read Jews)" are evil and personally responsible for this.

Israeli Jews have a right to exist and to reside on the land currently called Israel. Modern Israel was founded in 1948, three years after the end of WWII and the Holocaust, the greatest incidence of antisemitic mass murder in history, which is a fact that cannot be ignored and which western leftists eagerly calling for its total eradication and treating it as an illegitimate "white western settler colony" nonetheless do in fact repeatedly ignore.

This is why many Jews do not feel safe in other countries, because there has literally been thousands of years of history proving that they often aren't, and which the rabidly antisemitic response to the current conflict is doing nothing to dissuade.

Jews have had a presence in the land alternately called Palestine, Israel, the Holy Land, Judah, etc., for over 2,000 years, and their entire religion and history is founded around the exile from Jerusalem. That is the history that the current state of Israel is drawing on. It does not vanish just because it is inconvenient for western leftists to acknowledge.

Israel currently has a militant far-right government (after tending toward rightist/right wing domestic politics more generally, partially due to post-Holocaust trauma) that has deliberately erased, ignored, and violated the equally valid claims of Palestine and Palestinian people to that same land, and which is currently committing full-scale genocide against them.

Palestine and Palestinian/Muslim people have the same right to exist on that land as Israel and Israeli/Jewish people (and Christian people, and none-of-the-three people). They both have equally long and historically relevant claims to this land and one of them (in an ideal world, which we do not live in) should not be artificially prized over the other.

However, this land is some of the most bitterly and violently contested in the entire world, for the last two thousand years and counting, and there is no one good guy, simplistic answer, or quick way to stop it. The three Abrahamic faiths (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam) have fought bitterly over Jerusalem and its associated territories for a cool few millennia, and human nature being what it is, there is no way for one person, group, organization, government, etc to just step in and make it stop.

The Western/American leftist response to the current conflict has often made absolutely no attempt to take into account any of this troubled and complex history, and has reduced the whole thing down to whichever antisemitic and/or anti-Democratic Party soundbites will get them the most traction on social media. This often rests on whitewashing any moral responsibility belonging to Hamas and defending them no matter what, labeling all Israeli Jews as "evil genocide supporters," and assuming that if Biden wanted to magically shapeshift into Netanyahu and give the order to make it stop, he would, but he's "just not doing it," ergo something something Trump Would Totally Be Better!

These people also often call themselves "anti-imperialist" while thinking/demanding that America swoop in and play Big Global Policeman Daddy (as it indeed has often done in the past) and spank all its naughty children (but if it actually did do this, etc etc it would be evil). Biden could very much do more and has not necessarily done enough, but he has also done more than any other American president in history to shift away from unconditional unquestioning support of Israel only, and to advocate for a Palestinian state, a lasting ceasefire, and other basic precepts of Palestinian self-determination and dignity of personhood. These two things can be true at the same time.

I don't necessarily expect everyone to agree with every single fine detail of these statements, but I do expect them to at least make a basic effort to let all of these facts to inform their response, and not just the ones that they most agree with and which most fit their ideology or preferred conclusion. So that's one way to approach the situation, even if we obviously can't wring every single drop of meaning out of every single competing piece of information or evidence, because there is just too much of it. When we have a broader understanding of the space that we are operating in and the precepts that are factually true, we are able to make better judgments about who is trustworthy, who is worth listening to, what message they are pushing, and whether it corresponds with reality.

Good luck. I'm sure you'll continue to think about this and take the steps that you feel are best. It is all any of us can do.

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therabbitthatpostthings · 28 days

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Okay let’s talk about Murder Drones.

SPOILERS FOR EP 7 LIKE A LOT LIKE ALL OF IT. MURDER DRONES SPOILERS HERE

Let’s start with the stuff I was right about.

Damn you tumblr and your limited image count

Tessa is Cyn/Absolute Solver:

I should not have been as happy about that scene as I was but I felt vindicated. Amongst my friend group everyone was thinking Tessa was the last human or working with Cyn/AS. Not me! I knew that little freak was in there and I’m so happy I was right. I also noticed that when Tessa is scanned she is never registered as a human.

(In order: Doll, Uzi, The Sentinel)

Also she is just dismissive and rude to her supposed “friends”. She tells Uzi not to date “her robot”, blindly thought V and N would just follow her despite the “company” stranding them and of course orders J to mind her ship. Not to mention telling Uzi to wait in the box while her and N take care of everything else.

Someone else mentioned that Tessa despite being way older now should be as tall as her mother was but yet she is still the same height as N and can lift him. Disassembly Bots are a lot heavier than Worker Drones.

Edit: Tessa also understands Doll. It makes sense of the Drones too but Tessa (possibly American with a British accent cause her parents are posh posers) Elliot probably doesn’t know Russian.

Cyn made the Disassembly Drones:

Nori straight up confirms this so not surprised. Ep5 showed Cyn/AS was capable of resetting them in the mansion. Also in the first episode when N is restarted first by Uzi and then J, it showed that the system admin is Cyn and not JCJensen. We see it briefly in Ep5 before Uzi becomes the System Admin. This is also shown when Cyn/AS tries to reboot N by bringing back his memories but can’t.

This also leads me to think that their memories are erased from planet to planet. We know that there are plenty of disassembly bots but only J, N and V remain. I do think it would be a stretch to say that every bot is just a clone of these three. My point is, they have destroyed other planets. J and N may not be as aware as V is but this has taken a toll on all of them. My main reasoning behind this is that in N’s flashback we see a world about to be destroyed. Drones and humans are being slaughtered. I think Cyn/AS sends bots to the world and when the world implodes she just reboots them to a new server body. We know that “effective drones were cloned more”. Makes V statement more accurate, Cyn/AS will keep doing the same horrors in as many bodies as she needs to get what she wants.

Onto the other stuff now.

Absolute Solver = Vampirism

The disassembly drones have always had the allusion to vampires (N sleeps upside down, can’t be in the sun, need for oil, etc). I didnt think it would take a somewhat literal aspect. So we know that Absolute Solver program can create organic material but we didn’t question the how. When I posted yesterday about the oil vs “not oil”, after rewatching it on my TV I can confidently say, It’s not oil. It’s blood.

So Solver needs blood to make organic material which is why Solver infected bots can bleed. Something we kinda knew when N regrew his head and Alice dissecting Disassembly Drones. And you know, Solver straight up saying “Let’s eat!”.

Which explains why Cyn/AS took over Tessa. A self sufficient, self-feeding, suit that would keep her safe on Cooper 9. Also to access the database to get the list of infected drones.

Edit: I forgot to mention that Cyn/AS literally eats Doll’s core. Her HEART.

I also meant that AS infected Drones and Disassembly Drones don’t ONLY need Oil. They (Uzi, N, V, J, Doll, Cyn/AS) need and/or consum both.

There is no saving Cyn

Yeah she’s gone. At this point the only thing keeping Cyn alive would be the Solver, if she she is alive. The fact that all of Solver’s admin goes in between absolutesolver_ and _cyn means that they are one and the same by now. Not really a theory just something I’ve been thinking on.

Uzi and N

He is so lame your honor I love him. I truly believe they’ve been “dating” since post-prom. Dating in a way that neither of them realized was dating. EP6 would have been the most definitive showing of that. I also believe V knew and said nothing.

These fucking losers I love them so much:

Thanks to Khan saying Uzi’s interest include “cannibalism and Nightcore”, it’s fair to assume Nori was still eating people/oil before she got “killed”.

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Bayverse turtles (seperate) with a mutant reader who hibernates in the winter?

Leo

The first time it happens he is startled.

Like yeah, you mentioned that but he couldn't help but panic a little when you just wouldn't wake up.

It takes Donnie's expert opinion to calm him down.

"Don't scare me like that!" Is like probably first thing you hear when you wake up. Will not let go for a long time.

He reads to you while you sleep.

Has a warm cup of tea ready for you when you wake up.

Next time you plan VERY THOROUGHLY your hibernation and he has a dedicated spot in his room for you.

Both the knight and a dragon guarding you in your sleep. He will exact utmost revenge upon his brothers if any of them tries to wake you up.

Has to chase Donnie out of his room. He doesn't care that his bro wants to observe you for "scientific reasons". NO DISTURBANCES.

Gets Donnie to plan your meals before next Big Sleep so you have all the nutritions you need.

Mikey

Freaks out a bit like Leo when it happens. Mostly bc you probably did tell him about it but his ADHD brain forgot.

Whips you out THE BEST pillow fort for next time.

Hangs out around you all the time BC he misses you so damn much. When will you wake uuup he has so much stuff to tell you and show you!

Draws you when you sleep.

Makes you a feast both before you sleep and when you wake up. All your favourite food

Raph needs to sit his hyperactive ass down or he'd wake you up. Donnie needs to explain it is bad to mess your cycle like that.

After that he is super worried and hides his percussion in case that makes noise.

He still tells you everything at the end of the day.

He hides in the fort with you when he feels super low and needs to remember you are still there for him.

Wrote you a song when you slept.

Cuddles you so much when you are awake.

Raph

You will have the coziest nest to hibernate. He knits you blankets, pillows, socks, sweaters, scarves and anything you want.

He will sit by you and stroke your head waiting for you to wake up.

Doesn't talk much. He isn't a talker

"Took you long enough" he grumbles when you wake up and kinda just sags on you.

He missed your voice and your eyes looking at him.

Better return the favour of skritches. He missed the way you'd scratch his neck and head.

Then order your favourite take out, maybe cook something himself.

Carries you into the main part of lair "LOOK WHO IS UP!"

Will not leave your side after you wake up.

Like Leo he is bodyguarding you.

One time Mikey sneaked past him and you had some stuff drawn on your face.

Raph was pissed and Mikey had to hide from him for at least a week, cause it was on sight.

Raphie proceeded to clean your face as carefully as he could. No one disrespects you. Not even his brothers.

He makes sure you'd build your muscles/body mass quickly after waking up.

Donnie

You write him a statement allowing him to monitor you when you sleep.

He is super excited to know how your type of mutant works.

He preplans EVERYTHING.

It is a bit annoying when your boyfriend doubles also as a doctor bc he monitors everything to have clear data.

CONTROLLED ENVIRONMENT

After the first time you kind of revoke his permissions bc while you love him it was very tiring.

He calms down after that.

Like Mikey he has a pillow fort of sorts for you in his lab so he can spend as much time around you while you sleep as he can.

The pillow fort is covered with materials that cannot get set on fire. He made sure of it.

Oh and a forcefield just in case.

There's a big mug of coffee waiting for you when you wake up.

Still threatens everyone in the lair to cut off their WiFi if they dare to wake you up.

Gets Mikey to cook you a good, healthy meal but also throws in some of your favourite things in there as well.

When you sleep you are kind of like rubber duck for him to read his codes to find faults in them.

@turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @m1dnyt3-w0lf @leosgirl82 @madammuffins @sharpwindow @tinkabelle19 @scholastic-dragon @dilucsflame33

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt #bayverse turtles #tmnt bayverse #eve scribbles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x you #tmnt x reader #leonardo x you #raphael x you #donatello x reader #mikey x reader

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This wasn’t in your sketches

part 1

welcome to my first longer story, I don’t know how many parts it will have but it’s safe to say I have the whole fic planned out. I’m going to work on requests between uploading this, don’t worry.that’s all, enjoy :)

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You woke up one morning with a call from your manager, informing you about a job opportunity you could only dream of. You always had passion for creating ,pulling together different supplies and materials, sketching stuff. That’s how you ended up applying for a Nike designing contest at 18 years old and actually winning it, earning yourself a job at Nike. You were put under your loving manager, Carla. She was in her 30s and had a very bubbly personality. But she could be too much at times. Like right now.

“Buen día beautiful, i assumed you were up so I called!” her voice echoed trough your phone. It was only 8am and you had a free day today.

“Yeah I’m up” you said without even opening you eyes.

“Awesome! You won’t believe what a deal I got for you. I’ve managed to get a famous footballer to model the new spring collection pieces that YOU will design!”

Your eyes snapped open and you jumped up in bed.

“How come? Why me? Isn’t there a lot of other, more experienced designers here?”

“Oh honey please, I wanted to make an opportunity for you. Plus Gavi is already a Nike athlete so his manager was happy to let him do this!”

“Gavi? Like Pablo Gavi?”

“We will have a first meeting with him tomorrow, so you can get to know him a bit and see what prefrences he has! Have a good day!” and she hung up. You were sitting in bed for another 15 minutes, just thinking about what just happened. Suddenly, your stomach started doing flips, what if you screw up?

Tomorrow came fast, you woke up, got ready and met up with Carla so you can go together. You were meeting up in your studio. As you entered the room behind Carla, Gavi was already there with his manager.

“Hello, I’m glad you two could make it today!” She yelled, greeting both men.

“Hi Carla, nice to finally meet you in person” Gavi’s manager said. Carla started chattering about the project before finishing with presenting you.

“I put her in charge of this project, cause she’s young and I wanna see her rise in this job. She has a lot of potential” she said, her arms pointing at your direction. You took a step forward and introduced yourself. Before you could say anything else, Carla inturrupted you once again.

“Okay! How about we grab some coffee in the cafeteria outside, while they finish everything up?” she said, grabbing Gavi’s manager by the arm and practically pulling him away.

“Are you sure? We should-“

“Oh of course I’m sure! You two will work great” she said,looking at you, before dragging the man outside. You let out a sigh before nervously turning to Gavi who sat in the chair, manspreading with his arms crossed against his chest. He was wearing a white hoodie and some black cargos.

“I’m sorry, she’s a handful” you said, trying to read Gavi’s expression.

“I can see that” he said, letting out a breathy laugh before making eye contact with you.

“Alright, let me just check the information I have” you said, opening some files on your computer so you can escape his intense gaze “I don’t have your measurements so-“

“How old are you?” Gavi cut you off.

With a confused look you turned your head around to look at him

“Why?”

“Cause you look younger than me”

“I just turned 19”

“How are you 19 and work as a main designer for Nike?” he said, making a face.

You put down some papers you were rummaging trough and faced him with your whole body, while leaning against the table.

“You’re 18 and cost 90 million, do you really want to talk about this?” you asked sarcastically.

“Do you only see me as a price tag?” he asked now obviously irritated by your statement.

“Me personally, no. But half of the football world does”

“What are you now, a football expert?” Gavi said, irritation more evident in every sentence he said. For the first time today you were glad Carla inturruped the conevrsation by opening the door slightly.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, smiling like usual.

You composed yourself and turned to her with a loving expression on your face.

“Yes, everything is perfect” you replied, relaxing your face as soon as she left.

Turning your attention back to Gavi who was looking at you with his signature frown.

“Can you get up so I can measure you?”

Without a word, he got up from his seat and you walked over to him. You knew he wasn’t tall but the fact that your faces were so close to each other made you swallow, before returning to the task. You instructed him to hold one end of the measuring tape as you bent down. While you were trying to read the number accurately, Gavi spoke up.

“Do you do this often?”

You looked up at him, confused.

“Excuse me?”

Gavi was looking down at you, trying to keep a straight face.

“Get on your knees for men you meet for the first time?”

There was a few seconds of you two just staring down at each other, before you stood up. Your faces were now even closer than before but you didn’t care. Gavi was looking straight at you, lips curving into a smirk.

“If my job wasn’t hanging on this, I would slap the shit out of you right now” you said in his face. Before he could say anything else, you finished what you were doing and turned around to write down the numbers.

“Anything else?” he asked.

You looked back at him for a second before leaving the studio. Yes, there was something else, there was a lot of things to discuss but you were not capable of doing that today, not after that comment. The golden boy will have to make time for an extra meeting. As you were about to cross the street to reach Carla, Gavi came rushing to you.

“Hey it was a joke. I thought you have a sense of humor like that, that’s all”

“I saw enough of your temper on the field to expect such behaviour but not like this” you replied.

“Well good thing this isn’t a football pitch and I don’t act like that in everyday situations”

You turned around to face him.

“In that case I also don’t forgive with a pat on the shoulder”. Gavi was trying to form a sentance but you stopped him “I’m a big coffee lover” you said before crossing the street.

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kaveuh · 2 years

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aera ure back!!! i’ve missed u sm i might cry 😍 anyways ik ure taking requests again i am excited HELOFLCO um… tighnari headcanons pls im touch starved 😈

-k ♡

a/n: ure so fast holy LMAO but ofc i can write that 4 u baby boo bear 😍 but stop acting like we dont talk to each other every single day through discord.. 🤨

TIGHNARI HEADCANONS ?!

did anyone else get him unexpectedly? i didn’t really care if i got him or not, but i ended up getting him around 30ish pity and i’m in love with his playstyle and kit SHDHSH i’m actually happy that i rolled randomly now.

+ i might not be able to capture tighnari’s character well since idk much about him yet and i haven’t had the time to do his story quest so it might be inaccurate D:

warning(s): slight ooc tighnari, slight suggestive content?

i see him as the type to take you out on a date, strolling around the rain forest completely abandoning his forest ranger duties just so he could spend a little bit more time with you AHHH

tighnari's also very busy in the day, maybe the night but he'll always find his way back home, to you, possibly already asleep. he's extremely cuddly, i must say, (i'm s strong cuddly!tighnari believer idc) he's always finding a way to squeeze into bed with you even if the whole space is taken by you and you alone. JANDJS HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPY BECAUSE HE CAN'T HELP BUT GUSH OVER HOW ADORABLE AND CUTE YOU LOOK ):

he LOVES it when you take every single chance you get to ask him about anything plant related and stuff!! he appreciates that you make the effort to ask about his interests and all that, which he’d definitely do the same for you— except, he’d go over the top with it LMAO.

following that statement, tighnari is very supportive when it comes to the things that you like! oh, you like flowers? expect a bouquet on your doorstep every once or twice a week. you’re into art? he’s asking collei, or maybe even the traveller to run errands to buy some materials (maybe even go by himself if he has the time to). anything you want, he gets because he’s just that in love lol.

we all know how everyone wants to feel/touch tighnari’s ears and tails… of course he wouldn’t just let anyone touch it, and is usually just reserved for the people he’s close, and would only let them touch it in private. with you, it’s a different story 💀 he’d act like he dislikes it, but he continues to let you pet his ears and stroke his tail in both private and public, doesn’t matter where you guys are, if you want to feel them go for it! tighnari wouldn’t or doesn’t really mind.

speaking of his ears, tug on it during, you know what… and he’s SOLD. 🤭 ANYWAYS!!! thats for a different story (maybe..) moving on .

overall i think tighnari solos

#👤joun9o #tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #x reader #genshin impact tighnari #genshin impact smau #kazuha x reader #al haitham x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader

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aurorasulphur · 1 year

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A follow up to my “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” poll:

Do you agree with the following statement: “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat means BOTH that the fic is darkfic AND that the narrative does not explicitly condemn the characters’ actions within the story”?

Options:

1. No, DDDNE is just a synonym for darkfic. It might condemn the stuff in-text.

2. No, DDDNE is just a warning that the stuff isn’t condemned in-text. It might not be darkfic.

3. DDDNE *implies* this, but it doesn’t always mean this. It’s like CNTW.

4. DDDNE *implies* this, but it doesn’t always mean this. You need other tags too.

5. Yes, and DDDNE doesn’t need any other tags to specify what flavor of darkfic.

6. Yes, it means that, BUT you can’t JUST tag DDDNE—you need other tags.

Definitions:

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, or DDDNE - a tag on fanfiction websites, the meaning of which is at issue in this poll. If you are not familiar with it in this context, please do not participate in this poll, and click “I am unfamiliar with this term” on my other poll.

Darkfic - fic dealing with intentionally disturbing material, such as physical and emotional violence. (Partial definition from Fanlore.) It is not a synonym for angst, heavy kink, or “any fic where someone dies”.

CNTW - an acronym for the AO3 tag “Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.” This tag means that the fic might contain one of the following: underage, graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con. It also means the fic may not contain any of them. This tag means that the lack of a warning does not mean the thing isn’t there. The path is unmarked, so proceed with caution—here might be dragons, or nothing at all.

#dead dove #dead dove do not eat #polls #fanfiction #ao3 #aurora is back on her bullshit #like extra back on it #for the record there is not one singular correct answer #it depends on how you interpret the question #also if you choose 7-9 and don’t reblog to explain #i will be very very sad

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gemsofthegalaxy · 10 months

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really hope that the scene with Greg and Ewan after the funeral is in the deleted scenes !!

it also makes me sad for some of the other things that were cut between them as well.

I think it's very interesting how toys and animals get brought up here. Maybe I'm being an insane gif-comber, pepe silvia ass, but... The scripts strongly implies that Greg and Ewan bonded over animals and animal welfare, but this was also used as a weapon against Greg to get him to do what Ewan wanted, and the fingerprints of this are left in canon. It's so fucking interesting and also we were robbed.

Greg in the scripts is a Zoology major, which implies he likes animals to some degree, or was he trying to gain approval from his grandfather, who cares more about animals than about his grandson- Greg in the scripts was sent animal gore by his grandfather in an effort to make him stop using disposable razors.

In their last deleted scenes, which is a fight between them with Greg accusing Ewan of disliking him and Ewan accusing Greg of being ungrateful and not wanting to spend time with him, they discuss the activities they did when Greg was a kid. Ewan says "i took you fishing and you hurt a frog" which to me is a very interesting set of two things.... fishing kills the fish, and he was the one who brought Greg to do that, but then seems to be accusing him of being cruel to animals, which, again, is a motif that was embedded between them but mostly did not make the cut.

Then the conversation switches more to material possessions, which I also have a lot to say about, but I'll get there in a second. After talking about toys, Ewan says he bought Greg a book about birds. Another animal thing, that Greg probably had a genuine interest in, and out of all the stuff that was said, this brings Greg to a standstill.

With all of this, it feels so much more pointed that Ewan uses Greenpeace, which fights for the environment and the natural world, as a punishment for Greg choosing Waystar, Logan, and "capitalism" over him and his/their shared apparent love of animals. And Greg being willing to sue Greenpeace back (although I am still not sure if, like, Greg actually got anywhere with that or was just saying it to be a brat mostly) is just.... woof.

More about the material possessions stuff under the cut.

First. Just like to point out. Greg in canon was willing to drive 24 hours to get his grandfather simply because Ewan doesn't like to fly for environmental reasons, and seemed excited to spend a bunch of time with him. Ewan in the scripts accuses Greg of "never coming to see him" which Greg disputes.

Ewan in the scripts deprived Greg of very typical material possessions such as TV and power wheels, and in canon says that "thinking one's work is so important is akin to mental illness" or something along those lines. Greg in the scripts throws ideas of "productivity" in his face because he knows his grandfather is anticapitalist.... but, again, I ask, what does Ewan think the alternative is, for Greg? He was sitting on money for him but both Marianne and Greg had very little money, and Marianne was implied to be irresponsible with money thus he can't have taught her how to manage it because he, what, wants to pretend he already lives in a world where it doesn't exist?

I've pointed out before and this deleted scene corroborates! In my opinion, Ewan seemingly tried to make sure Greg was not materialistic as a person, and instead created outright scarcity of both material goods AND affection. Greg doesn't think Ewan even likes him! and Ewan can barely insist he does. He says "i liked you well enough" you would think a parental figure, a grandpa, would say "i love you" or "of course i like you" but those are too strong of statements because Ewan is entirely emotionally unavailable.

You could argue he saw how spoiled Logan's kids were and didn't want his own turning out like that, but it's insane for him to think that the solution, then, is just give them literally nothing and that will work out well? Especially when they KNOW you have millions of dollars you're sitting on, it's asking to be resented and that's not even the angle Greg takes with him. Greg still fucking wants his love and his approval even more than his money. goddamn i get sad.

#greg hirsch #ewan roy #succession #succession scripts #idk i could prob say even more but!!!

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi can I please request Yandere Casey Jr HCs please I’m fine with platonic or romantic (or both ) 😊 love to see what you come up with

I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. THERE IS NEVER A ROTTMNT WRITER'S BLOG WITHOUT SOMEONE WHO REQUESTS CASEY JR.

Anyway this can be read both platonically and romantically.

Also my analysis probably isn't going to be as accurate as I usually have since homie only appeared in the movie.

Tw: Stalking, trauma, mentions of murder, I can’t write him for shit ;-;

General Yandere Casey Jr Hcs

Type: In denial + Stalker (I'm struggling so hard help-)

He gives huge stalker vibes, especially in the first few scenes where he's trying to find people. Like you saw how he approached April? Boy is speedy.

This is my own interpretation but during the scenes of the movie, especially when he got sent to the future, he seemed almost in denial of having to leave older Leo.

So now that we know why I think he's these specific types let's elaborate on them a bit more.

Stalker. He's the type to go out and physically do it rather than using technology or other people to do the work for him. This also means the times you leave your house everything is exposed to him. Every minuscule little detail.

A possible item hoarder as well. He thinks it's interesting to steal photos of you or papers you've touched. I don't think he would have a shrine but definitely keeps a few things in his pocket.

In denial. He would 100% try to justify his stalking as protecting. I don't give a fuck about what other humans think, after the movie, it makes sense (Bro literally went through so many deaths since like 9).

You know this is kind of an iffy statement but maybe he'll be the type who doesn't even realize his actions are wrong until someone tells him. I don't know how I got this idea, it's just a random thought.

"What? I'm being creepy? How? I'm just protecting them, you never know what could be out there."

The reason he even develops his craziness (no I don't have a better name) is an overall build-up trauma of all the events that's occurred throughout the apocalypse and childhood.

He's honestly the mildest of all the yanderes I can think of in the rottmnt verse. He has rationality somewhat like Donnie and is able to have quite a clear mind even during times of crisis. Ex. the scene where Leo and Casey are trapped underneath the debris.

The only occasions he would kill are under dire circumstances or if he knows something's fucked up.

All in all, not too bad.

"Hm? Oh, this is a photo of you I found in your house, hope you don't mind I took it!"

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Sorry, this is short compared to most of my hcs, I have a hard time writing for him since there's less material of him to base off of (because I like using canon traits when incorporating it into my yandere stuff).

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #Casey jr

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 7 months

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trying to work through some thoughts sparked by this van helsing speech. the line i’ve highlighted - the idea that science seeks to explain everything, and concludes that what cannot be explained must not exist - is an interesting one both for the novel and for the fact that i think there are ways you can argue it remains true today. (i am not against diagnosis, but i think sometimes the almost talismanic power people seem to give diagnostic categories suggests that they really want certain experiences to belong to an identifiable scientific category, because they find it difficult to accept and make peace with their existence and validity otherwise.) a little bit before that we get “do you think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are?” which is maybe as much a thesis statement Quiet Part Loud moment as “the old centuries have powers of their own which mere modernity cannot kill.” and, like, this has been the thing that has struck me since the beginning with this book: the idea that it’s animated and haunted by the fear that even here in the british empire at the end of the nineteenth century with all the accumulation of wealth and knowledge and technology and progress, there are yet parts of the world that remain unknowable, unchartable, inexplicable according to all our tools of explication.

so: yes. that. but! hm. but, like, maybe there are ways of reading this that contain some additional complexity? maybe calling attention to the limitations of science is a warning, yes, but also, simultaneously, maybe, kind of… an expression of hope? or not hope, exactly, but, like - well van helsing goes on to define it as faith, and, i mean, yeah, you can read this all as kind of a meditation on whether or not there is room for god in a materially comprehensible universe. sure. but maybe it doesn’t just have to be the god thing, and it also doesn’t just have to be giant immortal spiders or whatever the fuck; maybe when van helsing puts forth an unshakable belief in the perennial existence of mysteries, that can also be, like, the idea of some ineffable and unquantifiable piece of being human.

which… what i’m kind of circling around here is that i’ve seen it said that part of the horror of dracula is the way the count troubles categories and boundaries, which plays into the book’s xenophobia etc but also into its truly wild Gender Happenings. but the argument van helsing is making here is not that some external force has rendered our tools of categorization and delineation less stable and usable; he’s saying the categories are already (always already?) incomplete, by definition, by function, by what they are and what they seek to measure. which is scary, but… maybe not only scary? because if the horror of the book is the existence of threats beyond the bounds of the known, then the hope of the book, which is contained here in the entire reason van helsing is even bothering to talk to seward about all this, is that we can go there too. we don’t have to stay limited by the systems of order we created. and, again i’ve said this about the gender stuff going on a lot, but like: that’s very scary, sure, but, also, isn’t it kind of cool? isn’t it kind of neat that if the dangers are bigger than we have ever imagined or ever could imagine if we continue to imagine according only to what we know, then perhaps so is our ability to rise to meet them? isn’t it just a little bit sexy and exciting to consider that if the world is full of wild and untamable things, so might we be as well? like, just a teensy tiny bit? maybe?

#dracula daily

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dib-thing-wannabe · 6 months

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The Evil and The Genius

Chapter Two: Unexpected Outcome

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(In this fanfic, Evil Jimmy is mainly referred to as either Jack or Jackson.)

It has been around an hour since Jimmy Neutron and his evil clone, who has just been renamed Jack, have made the agreement that Jimmy would try and reform him, who has already proven to be a pain about the process, despite being the one to have originally thought of the idea in the first place. They have barely even started it, just discussing the rules that Jack would have to follow for, at the very least, the beginning of his reformation.

"C'mon, you can't just take away all the fun stuff, Whippy-Dip! That isn't fair!" Jack whined after they had just finished going over his ruleset.

"Is it fun, or is it dangerous? Because most of what we have discussed was mainly about the safety of you and others." Jimmy said to him, already getting tired of his behavior. He knew that it was a mistake to agree with this plan right from the start, but there really wasn't any other choice to choose from.

"Pfft- Same thing!" Jack scoffed, as if Jimmy was being unreasonable with his statements.

Jimmy sighed as he rubbed his furrowed eyebrows to try and soothe himself as Jack continued to be a pain. "Oooh, will I feel bad for whoever will end up living with you in the future, whether you've changed your ways or not." He mumbled to himself as he slowly shook his head. "Speaking of that, I feel compelled to ask about your living situation currently. Where are you currently staying and sleeping, since you have been here for at least a full 24 hours."

"Huh? Um.. please specify what you mean by that." Jack said awkwardly, feeling stupid about not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, where have you stayed at ever since you got back? Where do you live?"

"Oh, nowhere, really. I've only been here since yesterday, and last night I just slept on one of the roofs in the town." Jack said casually to him as he laid back on the couch in Jimmy's lab, holding his hands behind his head.

"R-really??" Jimmy questioned him, as if he didn't hear him correctly. "Well, if that's true, then we need to change that. Can't just have you homeless at this time." Of course, he meant what he said. If they were as to attempt to give him better morals, they cannot risk him being in a situation where his mental health could lower at all. Not only that, but it's also easier to keep an eye on him if there was a general area that he lives in at and not constantly moving, like he would need to if he didn't have a real roof over his head.

"Alright then, cool. How about I just build myself my own place?" Jack said, still laying down.

"I would say that, buuuut you cannot be trusted to do things like that just yet. I know that you'll add a few rooms that you would use yet shouldn't use if you were to make a house of your own." Jimmy said, turning his back from Jack as he looked at the lab. He really needs to clean this place soon, maybe he should make a cleaning robot once he gets the chance to.

Jack groaned at his statement, yet can't argue against it, as that was his exact plan. "Fine. You make the house then."

"I would have already suggested that if I was able to. I truly am low on all materials to make anything from scratch, so I cannot do that for you at the moment." He told him in an annoyed tone. His current annoyance wasn't necessarily because of Jack in this case, it was just in general.

Jack groaned louder at this as he sat back up. "Then what should I do?! It's not like I have any money to buy one!.." He then got a sly grin on his face as he looked to the side. ".. Unless I rob someone who has a ton of mon-"

Jimmy cut him off by smacking the back of his head. "Ow!" "No, you cannot rob people! That's one of the most simple laws that you know not to do! Besides, considering both your reputation and, more importantly, your age, no one would sell you a house anyways."

"Alright, alright! But seriously, what am I meant to do then?" Jack huffed as he crossed his arms, frustrated that his plan of fooling everyone ended up being harder than he thought it would be.

"I honestly don't know.. but I do have an idea." Jimmy told him, pulling out a flip phone from his pocket. "Maybe if I inform my mom about the current situation, she will be willing to give me the amount of money for me to be able to make you a place of your own!"

Jack chuckled as he heard Jimmy mention his mom. "Awww, is someone calling their mommy for some help?"

Jimmy rolled his eyes as he got belittled by Jack, dialing his home phone number into the phone. "Shut it, Jackson."

*Riiing* *Riiing* *Riiing*

As the home phone rang, Jack started getting closer to both Jimmy and the phone, as if to listen in on the conversation. "Jack, back away right now-" "No, I wanna hear what she's gonnasay." "Still, no need to be so close to me. Back UP-" "NO-"

"It's taking a while for her to answer the phone.." Jimmy thought to himself as he tried to push Jack away from him. "I can only hope that it's not who I think it is that's going to end up answering the phone."

After a few more rings on the phone, Jimmy heard the house phone being picked up. Instead of his mom though, he ended up hearing his dad's voice on the other end. "Hello? Helloooo? Who's there?" His father Hugh asked through the phone.

"Fuck, not him-" Jimmy muttered quietly yet quickly away from the phone as he realized that it was his dad, not wanting his dad to hear him curse. Jack, taken aback by his sudden cursing, started laughing as Jimmy continued to try and push him away.

"Heeeey dad! Say, is mom over there right now? If so, please hand the phone over to her for me!" Jimmy asked, trying to sound as normal as possible, though there's hints of nervousness in his voice as he gotten worried that Hugh might hear his clone in the background.

"No can do, Jimbo! Your mother just went to go buy some groceries! Say, maybe I could call her and ask her to grab some pie while she's at the store.." His dad answered in his normal cheerful tone, seemingly not hearing anything that Jimmy doesn't want him to hear on their end.

Jimmy sighed out of annoyance and frustration. Hugh usually comes up with a completely different and ridiculous plan then Jimmy's whenever he asks him for help, and it can get difficult to get him to listen at first. But considering that it's involving a villain this time, or rather a 'recovering' villain, it wouldn't hurt to just ask him this time instead of calling his mom's phone, right?

"Whatever, you'll do for now then. To put it bluntly, I need a lot of money. Right now." Jimmy told him.

"What? Why do you need a ton of money, Jimmy? Ohh wait, I think I know! You need money to buy some plastic blue flamingos, right?" Hugh said happily, as if his guess was correct.

Jimmy pulled a face of confusion before shaking his head quickly as Jack snickered at Hugh's terrible guess. "Um- No, dad. I need it to build a house."

"Oh? Jimmy, aren't you a bit young to be moving out? I'm not sure that your mother will be happy about you leaving so soon."

"Well, you see... it's not for me. Let's see, how do I explain it.. do you remember the clones that I made? And how one of them was evil and tried to erase the entire world by making an evil version of it? Yeah. He's back." Jimmy told him in a professional manner.

"Heeeeey!" Jack said into the phone smugly.

"Quiet." Jimmy told him, shushing him with his finger. "Anyways, he ended up escaping the dark matter dimension, but I have a plan for him. I am going to be making an attempt to reform him from a villain. He is now going by the name Jack rather than Evil Jimmy so that it's not only easier to differentiate between us, it's also the start of the process of making him into a better person. Since, y'know, evil isn't in his first name anymore?"

After a second of silence on Hugh's end, he spoke up, not having a single change in his tone of voice. "Aaah, I see, you need to build a house for the clone! Oh, Jack's his new name, you said?"

Jimmy softly smiled, believing that the plan was going to work fully as intended, despite it being discussed with his father instead of his much more rational mother. "Mhm, that's correct! And since he doesn't really have a place to stay at in this current moment, I need to make one for him. So please, can you-"

"Wait Jimbo! I think I have a better idea!" Hugh said, cutting Jimmy off. Jimmy only responded with a groan as he waited for his dad to continue speaking.

"How about you just bring him over here, so that I can see for myself if my idea really is better than your current one, Jimbo?"

This caused Jimmy and Jack to simultaneously raise an eyebrow in confusion and intrigue as they glanced at each other and then back at the phone. ".. Allllright then. Anything else, dad?" Jimmy said with a skeptical tone.

"Nope, that'll be all that I need. Just bring him over quickly! I'll be in the living room waiting for you two! Bye bye!" Hugh told him before hanging up.

"... Sooo.. do we just mindlessly go to him now?" Jack said while looking to Jimmy, still trying to figure out what his plan could possibly be.

"Might as well. Besides, going to meet with him will most likely be the only way to further convince him to give us the money if we prove that whatever his idea is, it's worse than our original one." Jimmy responded as he grabbed Jacks wrist and started walking out of the lab. Honestly, he's just happy that his father is at least trying to test his idea out before doing it. Means that he's learning his place when it came to intelligence.

"Do you really have to drag me to him though?? I do have a few of your memories as your clone, so I know how to get there-" Jack asked Jimmy once they exited the lab.

"It's not that I don't trust that you can't get there yourself, it's that I don't trust you to not run off." He responded, still dragging him towards his living room. Jack mumbled something under his breath about it, but other than that he didn't retaliate against it.

"Dad, we're here!" Jimmy yelled out as he walked through the back door, with Jack in tow behind him. "Now can you please tell us what this 'plan' of yours is?"

"Ah, Jimbo! You two got here quicker than I thought you would!" Hugh said, peaking his head around the corner. "Now, come here.. Jake?"

"It's Jack. Or Jackson, if you prefer." He responded as he walked up to Hugh, still confused about what he was planning but more intrigued than anything.

Gently, Hugh grabbed Jack's face and examined it, as if to check for any marks that he might have gotten from being in the dark matter dimension. Though Jack's face and body language didn't change from his usual prideful and smug look, Jimmy could tell that he strangely liked the way Hugh gently held his face due to his eyes slightly dilating when he grabbed it.

"Hmm... good, good.. Now, tell me, how willing are you about the idea of becoming a better person, Jack?" Hugh asked him after a few seconds of silence.

"How willing am I? Well, considering that I was the one who proposed the idea in the first place, it's safe for me to say that I am infact very willing to do this." Jack answered, glancing over at Jimmy to see if he had any ideas about what his dad was planning yet.

"I can also reassure you that he isn't lying when he says that. He was, infact, the reason the idea was even brought up at all." Jimmy added, walking up to the both of them.

"Oh really? Well, does that mean that you won't be breaking anything, stealing anything, and overall nothing harmful to anyone or anything?" Hugh asked him again, still having a cheerful tone.

"I cannot guarantee that I wouldn't end up doing any of those things, but I definitely can say that I will try to the best of my abilities not to." Jack responded, basically trying to tell him that he probably would end up doing it often without actually saying it. This caused Jimmy to give him a stern and annoyed look, as he could tell what he meant by his words, yet didn't say anything.

Hugh clapped his hands together, looking pleased with both himself and Jack. "Well, that settles it then!"

The two young geniuses gave each other the exact same confused look before unintentionally looking up at Hugh in sync, which make him chuckle as he watched them mirror each other.

"What settles it?" Jack asked, slightly tilting his head as he continued to look up at him.

"Are you referring to whatever your idea is?" Jimmy also asked him. "You haven't even told either of us what it was in the first place."

"Ah right, I didn't! Well, as you know, Jimbo, we recently did some spring cleaning and realized that we had just way too much space then we really needed!" Hugh started explaining to the two. "So, instead of just spending all that money on building an entire place for good ol' Jambo here.." He motioned towards Jack as he says this.

Jimmy and Jack continued to look up at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. Jimmy glanced over at Jack, who had an extremely confused look. He was just barely used to his new name, nonetheless having a nickname based on it. Didn't help that the one he decided to give him just sounded so, so dumb. This made Jimmy start audibly struggle not to laugh, eventually having to cover his mouth to try and avoid laughing loudly as Jack side-eyed him, even though he himself began to struggle on not laughing.

"I thought that we can just have him live with us!" Hugh said excitedly, clapping his hands together again.

"What." They both collectively said immediately after, completely stopping their laughter. Jack's voice was filled with confusion while Jimmy's was filled with shock.

"Yeah! It'll help save a ton of money, and we have plenty of room for it to work for everyone involved!" Hugh told them, seemingly looking brightly into this supposed future.

"D-Dad, I don't- I don't think that we should do something like that! You haven't even told mom about it to see if she agrees with it!-" Jimmy objected, trying to convince his dad otherwise about his plan. Jack was already a giant pain in his backside just from this small amount of interaction alone, he doesn't think that he would be able to handle it if he had to deal with it 24/7. Not only that, it also means that he could more easily sabotage Jimmy if they lived in the same house.

"Oh please! I'm sure she will agree with me on this! Besides, I can tell that she's been wanting something new to take care of, recently!" Hugh told Jimmy, patting Jack's head gently, who looks extremely confused and shocked. He had a plan for himself when he talked about 'reforming', but nothing like this was any part of it, especially without any of his own involvement.

"Dad, please-"

"Oooooh, wait! Maybe I should go grab some pie from the nearby bakery as a way to welcome you here!" Hugh cut Jimmy off unintentionally, talking to Jack now as he started walking towards the front door. "You two stay here and behave, okay? Bye!"

As he closed the door behind him as he left, Jimmy and Jack sat in silence for a moment, still processing what had just happened. After a full minute of dead silence between the two, Jack started to silently laugh due to sheer confusion. "U-um, what just-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-"

Jimmy had just started screaming at the top of his lungs out of anger, confusion and a hint of fear. This couldn't be actually happening, it just couldn't be! It had to be a dream, a hallucination, maybe even psychedelics, just anything besides reality. The sudden scream from Jimmy made Jack lose any composure he had left and burst out laughing, to the point where he started to hold his stomach as he laid on the floor because his laughter began hurting his abs so much. Jimmy's screaming lasted for around three minutes until he eventually lost his breath and fell backwards on the floor next to Jack, who is currently coughing because of how hard he laughed.

After a moment of catching his breath, Jack looked over at Jimmy, who's face is in his hands as he let out a soft and quiet groan. "Y-you alright there?"

"No, because he really is going to try and have you live here. I mean, I know that he's below average intelligence, but I didn't think that he'd be stupid enough to try to do this." Jimmy whispered, still hiding his face.

Jack chuckled as he started getting back up on his feet. "Awwww, why so gloomy about it? Do you not wanna be around me?"

"With you being the way you are, no."

"Hmm, shame for you if he ends up succeeding then." Jack said as he gave him a smug grin. "But luckily for you, I recall that your mother has quite a bit more brains in her skull, so there's a very good chance that it won't end up happening."

Jack looked up towards the living room tv and something on it caught his attention. It was playing a movie that looked familiar to him, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Not really having anything else to do right, he decided to go to the couch but not to sit on it, but he sit down on the floor with his back against the front of the couch. Jimmy looked over at him as he finally got up and saw him watching the first Jet Fusion movie, one of Jimmy's favorite movies...

"Oh shit, Sheen and Carl have probably been waiting on me for over an hour because of the movie marathon thing we planned." He thought to himself before going over to the phone and dialing Sheen's house number. They've been waiting this long for him and had heard nothing from him, so they definitely needee an explanation for his absence. Besides, it'll be the perfect opportunity to also tell them about Jackson and the current situation with him.

"Y'ello?" Sheen answered almost immediately.

"Sheen, hello! You're probably wondering where I've been right now."

"Jimmy!!! Yeah, where are you?! We've been waiting forever on you!!"

".. It's a long story, so prepare yourself."

*5 minutes later*

"Wait wait wait," Sheen told Jimmy, "So you're telling me that the evil clone guy is back, but since you couldn't do anything because you didn't have anything to use to trap him like you did last time, you've decided to try and reform him?"

"Mhm, that's what I said." Jimmy responded to his question, looking over at Jack, who is currently glued to the tv. He doesn't even seem to be aware that Jimmy was on the phone.

"And his new name is Jack?" Sheen asked him, with the sound of a chip bag crinkling on his end of the phone line.

"That is correct, Sheen!"

"... And as of right now, he may or may not living with you, and you don't know which one is going to happen until both your mom and your dad get back?" Sheen asked another question, eating a chip.

"Yes, that is also true. Now, until the living situation is covered and I can do this myself, I would like you to go around telling people about this so that they may prepare themselves for any chaos that may happen soon. Especially our friends, since they will probably be heavily involved in the process. Got that, Sheen?" Jimmy instructed him.

"Alright! Got it!" Sheen respond, before turning away from the phone and yelling out, "Hey Carl! Jimmy just got a new brother!"

"Wha- Sheen! That is not-" Jimmy tried to retaliate against his claim, but is unable to before Sheen hangs up the phone. He let out a soft groan before mumbling, "I knew I should have called Carl instead..."

As he sat in silence for a moment, he heard voices. His parents voices, right outside the front door. Jimmy once again checked on Jack, who is still not paying attention to anything else other than the movie, before getting closer to the slightly cracked open door and listening in on their conversation while also peaking through the crack.

"I mean.. I don't know Hugh, I just don't see how it's a good idea." Judy told her husband, holding her head in her hand as she had a worried expression on her face.

"C'mon, honey! What's the worse the boy could do anyways?" Hugh said as he lovingly wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Hah, weeeell, considering that he's the evil clone of our super genius son, who we both know is a handful already, there's a lot of things he could do!" Judy exclaimed, crossing her arms. "I understand your thought process on why you would think that's a good idea, considering our financial situation at the moment, but it also could be very dangerous if we do! In this case, I'm going to need a little more of a reason than just that, Hugh!"

Hugh chuckled softly before speaking again. "Well, if you say so!" He gently grabbed her chin and had her look up at him. "I feel like you're forgetting something very important about the situation as well though; even though he is a just clone, he's still a boy. He's still just a kiddo, honey buns! What would make you think that if the same laws about school, jobs and childcare still applies to our boy despite his incredible intelligence, that they suddenly just wouldn't apply to that boy right there?" He nodded towards Jack in the living room, still watching the tv and unaware of the two adults infront of the outside window.

Jimmy looked towards the ground at their feet as he slightly nodded his head. His dad does have a valid point with the fact that it'll probably be illegal for them to have Jack live alone. But goddamn it, please don't let him live with them.

"... Well, you aren't wrong there." Judy admitted to him, though she still had a worried expression on her face.

"Mhm." Hugh said, nodding his head. "Besides, you wanna know what I personally believe to be true?"

"What, Hugh?" Judy asked him.

"I believe that with a mother's love, anyone can go from their worst versions of themselves to their best!!" He said cheerfully, clearly referring to her.

She looked around for a moment before looking back towards Jack through the window, who started to remind her of when Jimmy was younger. As soon as her gazed softened and a small smile made its way on her lips, Jimmy knew that he was done for.

He let out a loud and dramatic groan before flopping face down onto the couch, startling Jack out of his trance. "Woah, what happened to you? You're acting as if your life is a living hell."

Jimmy looked at him with an tired and frustrated look before saying, "Because it's about to be." He then rolled over onto his back, still groaning.

Before Jack could question him further on what he meant by that, Hugh opened the front door fully and stepped inside. "I'm back, you two! And I have both the answer to where Jack will be staying and pie!" As the statement is being said, Judy also stepped inside the house.

Jack got up from the floor and mumbled to himself, with only Jimmy being able to hear him due to their close proximity. "I'm guessing that me living with you all is gonna be a no-"

"You are officially going to be staying with us, Jambo!" Hugh said excitedly while Judy chuckled softly at the strange nickname that he already had gave Jack.

Jack had a look of shock and surprise on his face as he looked up at them. He glaced over to Jimmy, who had his face in his hands as he sighed in defeat, and realized what he meant by what he said moments earlier.

"Oh! Why, thank you!" Jack said with a smile, not knowing how else to respond to their choice.

"Oh no, no need to thank us, Jackson!" Judy told him sweetly as she walked up to him. "Now, my question is.. do you really like these hair horns thingys that you have? Or would you like to change it to something different?" She asked him, gently holding his cheek with one hand as she twirled the tip of one of his horn-like hair pieces.

When she held his face, his eyes immediately dilated and he looked to have gotten soft for a second before he snapped out of it and answered her question. "Uh, yeah, I prefer this hair style still."

"Alrighty then! But considering that you still look so much like Jimmy, we need to get you into some new clothes to help tell you two apart!" Judy said this to him as she grabbed his hand and started walking upstairs, with Jack obediently following behind her. "Besides, it's been around a year since you probably were last able to change your clothes! At this point they're probably very uncomfortable and are in a desperate need of washing!"

As they both went upstairs, Jimmy sat up on the couch, still looking as if he was told that he was going to die by next week and there wasn't anything the doctors could do about it. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, Hugh noticed his son's displeasure of the situation.

"Oh, don't be so sour, Jimbo!" He told Jimmy, patting his back as he spoke in his happy tone. "We just got a new member of the family! You should be happy! You have said that you wanted a brother before, after all!"

Jimmy slowly turned his head up at his father and then spoke in a monotone voice. "Father, though I naturally love you deeply and dearly, I despise you with every cell in my body right now."

*15 minutes later*

Hugh was sitting next to Jimmy on the couch, trying to calm him down and see the bright side of it, as Jimmy continued to sulk about the fact that out of all people that his parents could have thought of Jack to live with, it had to be with them. It had to be with him. Once Jack realizes that he could mess with Jimmy even more because of this given position and maybe even get away with it and have zero real repercussions for it, which he most likely already has realized this, he will definitely use it to his full advantage.

"Alright you two, we managed to get Jack into some clothes he likes!" Judy called down to them as she walked down from the top of the stairs. "C'mon Jackson, let them see your new outfit!"

Jack started walking downstairs, now wearing something that's new freshly washed, and more comfortable in his eyes. He's now wearing a maroon turtle neck, a black hoodie that has a large DNA strand branded on the front of it, a pair of loose black jeans, and a pair of dark grey tennis shoes.

"Oh, you look great, Jambo!" Hugh said cheerfully, getting up from the couch. "It suits you well!"

Jack chuckled as he nodded his head at Hugh, as if to nonverbally tell him thanks.

"Now, how about some pie?" Hugh asked, though not waiting for an answer as he walked to the kitchen, with Judy following behind him giggling.

As they entered the kitchen, Jack leaned against the back of the couch, looking down at Jimmy with a smug grin. "Heya there, chief. Like the new look?"

Jimmy glared at him with a giant look of annoyance with it. "Yeah yeah, sure." He then sighed as he held his head in his hands again.

Jack chuckled as he leaned on the back of the couch on his back, looking at Jimmy while he's upside down. "C'mooooon, don't give me that attitude! I didn't do anything to cause this, it just happened!"

After a few seconds of silence between them, Jack ended up flopping onto the couch, holding the back of his head with both hands, smugly grinning up at Jimmy. "But hey, I'm not gonna complain~!"

"You're already planning on making this an even bigger living nightmare for me, aren't you?" Jimmy asked him, taking his hands off his face, but still isn't looking at him and instead looked up at the ceiling.

"Yeeeeep."

"Knew it. And you're not gonna give up on it easily, correct."

"Correct, chief!"

"I hated you before this process started, and I have already begun to hate you more."

"And I'm planning on making you hate me even more~!"

Jimmy finally looked over at Jack and whisper-yelled at him, "... Fuck you, Jack."

"Fuck you too, Jimmy."

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 After drinks with the other profilers, Spencer and his girlfriend (who happens to be the newest addition to the BAU) head back to her place to take their relationship to the next level: using hands.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 18+, hand stuff

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 3220

♡♡♡

I grab my go bag and walk the few blocks to y/n’s apartment. She’s waiting for me just inside the building and when she sees me she opens the door. She must have not been waiting long. We get in the elevator and she grabs my hand after pressing the button for the fourteenth floor. “How tired are you?” she asks with a smile. There’s something different about her smile, it’s more mischievous than normal. “As tired as you are,” I answer. We step out of the elevator and she leads me down the hall. “Do you maybe want to …” she trails as she unlocks her door. When we’re inside she finishes her statement. “... Try something new?” “Like what?” I ask with nervous anticipation. She raises her hands. “Hand stuff?” she asks. When I don’t respond right away she speaks again. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s a little more … high risk than making out.” “No, I want to. To be honest, I’m just a little nervous.” “I am too,” she admits. She takes a step towards me and pulls on my tie gently to bring her lips to mine. “But I’m also a little excited.” “Me too,” I say against her lips. “So let’s see what happens. If we want to stop, we stop,” she says simply. “Okay.” She leads me to her bedroom and turns on a lamp in the corner that emits a dull light. I set my bag on the ground and as she takes off her shoes and I take off my converse. “Do you want to take off some of my clothes?” she asks. I take a step closer to her and nod. I bring my fingers to where her blouse is tucked into her skirt and my lips find hers. She puts her hands on my face and one through my hair. I untuck her blouse slowly, the same tempo as our lips. A feeling below my belt is growing slowly and it feels good. Once her shirt is untucked she helps me take it off by moving her arms through it. I drop it beside me. I look at her chest, just able to make out what she looks like in the dim lighting. The way her breasts fill her bra interests me like nothing else has. She smiles at my naivety and takes my hands. I realize what she’s doing and before I can react she’s placed my hands on top of her bra. I rub my thumb across her skin, where her breast meets the silky material of her bra. I don’t mean to, but a low exhale escapes from my lips. She brings her lips to mine. I squeeze her, unable to comprehend the juxtaposition of how soft and firm they are at the same time. I move my hands down her stomach, feeling her waist move as she breathes and I reach around to the back of her skirt where the zipper is. I undo it and it drops to the ground. I reach down and press her hips to mine while palming her backside. She hums into my mouth in approval. The material of her sheer pantyhose is silky too and feels nice against my fingertips as I explore her body. “Can I take off some of your clothes?” she asks, her lips moving against mine and I nod. She starts with my tie, her fingers taking longer than mine would. The anticipation is growing. She then untucks my shirt and starts undoing the buttons. “Can I ask how far you’ve gone with someone in the past?” I ask. She smiles, knowing she’s already given me permission countless times to ask whatever I want. “Hand stuff,” she answers as she finishes the buttons. “Did you do it to him or did he do it to you?” I ask. She moves her hands to my shoulders and removes my shirt for me. “Both,” she answers. “But to be honest, it was kind of a shit show,” she giggles. “Why?” I ask, matching her humor. “I offered to tell him what feels good to me, but he didn’t want his ego bruised. I ended up not ever being close with a very sore pussy the next day.” Her words catch me off guard. She leans up and pecks me on the lips. “Sorry, do you not like the word pussy?” “No, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that,” I say with a little laugh. “I actually really like the word,” she comments. “I don’t know why.” She brings her fingertips up and down my chest as she speaks. “Will you tell me?” I ask. “What feels good,” I clarify. “Music to my ears, Doctor Spencer Reid. I would love to tell you what feels good,” she answers with a smile. She undoes my belt and then my zipper and my pants fall halfway down my legs. “Let me take these off so they don’t get ripped,” she tells me as she pulls down her dark, see through pantyhose. I use the time to take off my pants and my socks. When she’s done she throws them in her laundry basket and then sits on her bed to wait for me. When I’m done she grabs my hands and pulls me to her so our lips meet again. As we begin to kiss again she lets go of my hands and positions herself to be more centered on the bed and I follow her, resting my weight on my forearm. With my free hand I rest my hand on her breast and feel her nipple through the thin material. She moans into my mouth softly. “Do you want to feel how much you’re turning me on?” she asks. “Yes,” I’m able to say. She takes my free hand and trails it down her stomach until I can feel the silkiness of her panties. She moves it even further down and I can feel how wet the material is. “That’s from just now?” I ask. “Yeah,” she says shyly. “I’ve told you, Spence, you really turn me on.” With that, my confidence is boosted and I bring my lips to hers again. I never knew I had the power to do this to a woman, let alone someone so beautiful and sexy. Her hand leaves mine and goes to the nape of my neck. Feeling brazen, I move my hand across the material and her hips move to meet my fingers. She makes small noises of approval now. “Can I take these off?” I ask and she nods. We both sit up and I slip off her panties and she kicks them off to the ground. I notice her trying to take off her bra. “Can I take that off?” I ask. Her hands stop and she smiles. “Sure.” Any feeling of nervousness I had is slowly melting away. Instead I feel confident, sexy, and ready to learn. I straddle her so our faces are towards each other, she leans up to kiss me but I back away. “I want to remember this,” I tell her. “What do you mean?” “I want to remember the first time I took a woman's bra off. I want to see it to remember it more clearly,” I explain. She smiles and tilts her head to the side. “Okay,” she agrees. I reach around her and feel the clasp. It only takes me a second or two to figure it out, and once I have it comes loose and she moves her arms and tosses it to the floor. I’ve seen breasts in films, books, diagrams, and even victims. But up until now the sight of them was purely informational or even art. Now that they’re in front of me, let alone attached to someone I truly care about … I never want to forget this moment. She grabs one and I marvel at her. “You can touch them,” she says with a small chuckle. I take a second, to have a thought of gratitude about what is happening. “I’ve never seen you so speechless,” she says. “You’re kind of scaring me,” she adds lightheartedly. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” I trail. She reaches for one of my hands and puts it on her right breast. I can feel her nipple react to my touch and I feel her breathing slightly change. She reaches up to the nape of my neck and brings her lips to mine. We kiss for a while, enjoying the way our tongues move together. With each small moan I hear from her as I feel her soft full breasts in my hands, while brushing my fingers across her nipples, I grow hotter and hotter. I feel like I’m sweating too much, but if y/n notices she doesn’t say anything. “This feels really good,” she tells me, breaking our lips together so we can both catch our breath. She moves her hand over mine. She moves my hands with hers, directing mine like a puppeteer. She rubs my thumb across her nipple. “This feels really good,” she tells me with a breathy tone and I take notes. She uses my fingers to lightly pinch her nipples. “This feels really good,” she instructs again. “This doesn’t?” I ask, cupping her breast and massaging it with my thumb. “It does,” she reassures me. “But when you do those two things I just showed you, it’s like there’s a direct feeling to my pussy. I can feel it throughout my whole body,” she tells me. I nod, telling her that I understand. “They are also getting a little sensitive now from over stimulation,” she tells me. I move my hands to her waist. “Am I hurting you?” I ask worriedly. “No, not at all. It feels good, but I can tell my nipples will be really sensitive tomorrow,” she says with a small laugh. “They’re sensitive, like me,” she jokes. “Do you want to try something else?” she asks. “Yes,” I answer. She moves her hands down my chest to the top of my boxer briefs. I stop her by putting my hands on top of hers. “I thought you meant you were going to teach me some more,” I tell her. “We’ve focused a lot of time on me, I thought we could move on to you?” she answers. “I can wait,” I tell her and it’s the truth. I’ve waited twenty-six years for her. I move her hands to be around my neck and she wraps them around me. I lean down to peck her lips. “So, uh, I’ve been doing a little reading,” I tell her. “I didn’t know you like reading,” she jokes. “I want to see if what I read was true.” I peck her lips. Now she’s not joking, she’s curious. “Reading about what?” she asks. “Well, not nipples. I guess that’ll be next on my reading list,” I admit. “Reading about what then?” she asks. I rarely have her in this spot: where she’s curious and waiting for my response. Normally it’s the other way around. I kiss her and she responds, and slowly I guide her so she’s laying on her back with me on top of her. I shift my weight so I’m laying beside her propped up on my elbow. With my right hand I move from down the center of her chest while still kissing her. As I get to just centimeters away from what my hand is moving towards she stops kissing. “Spence,” she says breathily. I lean down to kiss her shoulder, “yeah, are you okay?” “Yeah, I just …” she trails. “I just want you to know that there isn’t any pressure on tonight. I don’t want you to feel disappointed if I can’t finish: it’s not your fault if I can’t. You’ve already made me feel so special tonight and I’m so thankful for that.” I kiss her shoulder again. “I want to try though, if that’s okay with you.” I can see that behind her eyes she’s thinking and processing. She finally nods and brings her lips back to mine. I read a lot of text about this: some advice columns, some informational text. I even looked at a few diagrams. I want to see if I can put this new knowledge into real practice. I reach down between her legs and her hips flex up as I do. I slip a finger in between her lips and feel how wet she is: how wet I’ve made her. Damn I don’t know if I’ve ever been this hard. I bring my finger up to the top of her and search for what I read about. I think I found it when her lips stop moving against mine. “Is that right?” I ask seriously. “Yeah,” she says, almost with a shocked tone. “Does that feel good?” I ask as I swirl my finger around. “Yeah,” she says, even more shocked than before. “I normally like back and forth as opposed to … oh fuck, yeah like that.” “You’re so wet,” I whisper, my voice low and airy. She moans lightly in response to what my hand is doing. I maybe should have started off at a slower speed, but she got excited when I started off a little faster, so I decide to be consistent. With my index finger I move it across in a diagonal motion, varying my speed every few moments. Either faster or returning to my original speed. Her hips move against me in appreciation and anticipation. “Fuck, Reid,” she whispers back. I bring my lips to peck hers once, but I feel like she needs to focus her attention to what my hand is doing instead of my lips so I settle for watching her face as I continue. She has her eyes closed and her hands are grabbing her breasts, squeezing them slightly. Her breathing has completely changed, getting slightly faster and faster. My finger gets tired, but I know there’s no way I’m stopping. I’ll do this all night if she wants me to. “Fuck,” she says after a few minutes of airy moans. “Okay, I’m close,” she tells me. “Don’t stop what you’re doing.” I want to ask what more I can do, but I don’t want to break her concentration. Then, without much warning, I feel her hips jump as she lets out a series of moans and curse words. After a few moments she grabs my hand and brings it to her chest. “Stop, it’s too much,” she tells me tiredly. I expect her to want a second to catch her breath, but she takes me off guard when she turns and brings her lips to mine. We kiss deeply and she presses the back of my head towards her, as if to not let me go. Her free hand travels down my chest and stops when it reaches the top of my boxer briefs. “Take these off,” she orders me in a low seductive tone. I waste no time. I move my hips up so I can move them down my legs and to the floor. “Fuck, Reid,” she says looking at my new exposed body part. I know from a statistical standpoint, I’m average. If anything, just slightly bigger than average, but from the way the words fall out of her mouth I can tell she doesn’t know what the average is. “Should I use lotion?” she asks me. She reaches down and brings her hand from the tip down to the base. “You don’t have to, but it would probably be easier.” I’m not sure how I’m able to come up with a complete sentence. Her touch is very distracting. “Is this you completely hard?” she asks. She sits up and reaches across to her night stand where she has some hand lotion. She rubs it on her right hand. “Yeah, pretty much,” I answer. “Here, sit here,” she tells me and I move so I’m sitting up with my back against her pillows. She sits beside me with her left leg tucked under her and to the side. “I’m really excited for this,” she leans in and tells me. She puts her hand around me and moves it up and down, spreading the lotion along my length. “Tell me if there’s something I’m doing wrong, or something I can be doing better,” she adds. “You can actually have your hand a little tighter,” I tell her. “Like this?” she asks and I can answer with a word. I instead answer her with a noise I’ve never heard myself make. “I really like turning you on,” she says. Her mouth is close to my ear and I can feel her warm breath across my neck. She moves her hand to play with my hair. “I like hearing you moan. It makes me so wet.” Sure, I’ve pictured this happening a few times, but never did I imagine her talking to me the way she is now. Every word brings me closer. “Y/n,” I say, struggling to keep my eyes open. “Yeah,” she says, moving her hand a little faster. “Where do you want me to … “ I can’t finish my thought, too distracted by how her hand just got a little tighter. “Where do you want to?” she asks breathily. When I don’t answer she gives me options. “My mouth, my stomach, my hands, my tits, I can get a tissue?” she asks. I didn’t even know some of those were options. “I can come in your mouth?” I ask, opening my eyes to be sure she’s not messing with me. She bites her lip and nods. “Just tell me when you’re close and I’ll let you take over.” It really doesn’t take long, which I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Just a few moments later, I tell her I’m close and I replace her hand with my own as she readjusts her position and her mouth is open near where my hand is moving. “I’m going to ...” I manage to say, the sight of her too much for me to last any longer. At my words she grabs the tip and puts it in her mouth and I empty myself. When I stop, she licks the tip clean, causing me to shiver in pleasure. “Come here,” I tell her, and she crawls up on top of me and our lips meet. We lay like that for a few moments, both of us catching our breaths. Eventually, y/n convinces us both that we should get under the covers, but she doesn’t move to put any clothes on so neither do I. I lie on my back and she finds a comfortable spot in the nook of my arm with her hand on my chest. “I would do that all over again,” she tells me. “I would wait another twenty-six years to do that again.” “Think about how good actual sex is going to feel.” “I’m free tomorrow, I think,” I joke. She laughs but doesn’t say anything for a few moments. “I’m going to need time to process all this,” she finally says. “Take all the time you need,” I assure her.

#spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid smut #smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you

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Alright!!! i didn't like the way my last post on McPig was phrased and wrote it at like 3AM before bed. Now that I've taken my time to comb through some other stances and look at some other people's viewpoints I think I've settled on a better stance to take.

I still don't support McPig as a dev. Keep in mind I've only seen what was released on the Tumblr post containing screenshots like the ones I've attached here.

As I'm not a member of any discords that McPig is in, I don't have any proof that he's continued to act like the way he did 5 years ago in the current day. I do recognise the screenshot going around that shows he regrets this kind of behaviour.

But even still, he DID still release PT with native American caricatures in it, and Mr. Stick and Mr. Pinch may/are both anti-semitic caricatures as well. This statement was never released publicly either, so I'm taking it as a small comfort at best and I still think there's plenty of valid reason to want to steer clear of the game.

Rumours have been circulating of sprite and mechanic reworks to remove these caricatures from the game, but I've found no solid proof of it. However I do HEAVILY endorse this as a way of apologising and redressing these complaints. Direct action to remedy things people are uncomfortable with and to keep PT accessible to all is the best apology in my eyes, and I really do hope that this is true, but I'm not going to get my hopes up.

So all in all, I'm not going to be giving Pizza Tower any monetary support unless direct action is taken and changes are made. I don't condone or endorse any of the behaviour I've seen and I find it absolutely abhorrent.

However, I recognise that McPig isn't the only face behind Pizza Tower. Tons of beta testers, Sertif's work in programming, Mr. Sauceman and ClascyJitto's ost to name a few have all put incredible amounts of passion and love into this game and I don't want to rob them of that due credit. Nor do I want to say that anybody who supported, or continues to support Pizza Tower, is a bad person! I love the game too. A fantastic community has grown around this game and I'm proud to be part of it; and this isn't the first time a good fanbase has grown around media made by fairly shitty people (see Scott Cawthon, Sr. Pelo, Erin Hunter).

So chances are I'll probably still be drawing Pizza Tower stuff from time to time! I'll be tagging it accordingly, so all those who don't want to associate with the game can blacklist the tag and not associate with it. And I'm not qualified to judge anyone else outside of myself.

I heavily encourage McPig to work with the rest of Tour De Pizza to patch out caricature material in the game itself and to further moderate the Pizza Tower discord against discriminatory material. Until that happens (if it happens at all), I'll be enjoying the game and fanbase from a critical standpoint and without putting money towards the Devs.

Thanks for your understanding guys!

#rex has a chat #pizza tower #tw antisemitism #tw slurs #tw r slur #tw f slur #tw racism #tw bigotry

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Our favorite boy!! I think this is a good way to start talking about the heavy hitters for this blog, and gets us on our way to talking about the blue blur himself.

Unfortunately, I'm probably gonna be breaking a lot of hearts on this one, probably. Let's get to it, why don't we?

Can you fuck Silver The Hedgehog?

Alright, let's get started. As always, we're gonna look for an official source- and Sonic Channel is the only official source on this matter. I've got to clarify, again- these ages are no longer listed. They were removed around the time of Frontiers' release; around October of 2022, specifically. So, these are taken from the Wayback Machine.

Alright's let's see here...

This is... Our youngest yet! Or, well, allegedly youngest, anyways. Again, these ages no longer hold any weight (if they ever did, anyways, which they likely didn't.) since they're unlisted. Unlike the other ones, this one doesn't seem to be sourced from anywhere. I could check every single manual for every game Silver has been in, but that's way above my paygrade. I checked 06, and ages are listed absolutely nowhere. However...

I can tell you for sure that this age is actually not baseless. Let's quote Shun Nakamura, game designer for Sonic Team. Before the release of Sonic 06, The Sonic Stadium conducted an interview with Nakamura. One of the questions was this;

"Silver is young and a little immature, but that's also what attracts me."

Silver was, from the start, written and designed as a young and inexperienced character. It really does show, too- in just about all his depictions, he's much less mature than both Sonic and Shadow, the characters he resembles the most. He's just about always depicted as a rookie, still learning; which is admittedly not inherently a trait of a young person, as even adults are still learning every day and can be inexperienced in whatever field they're thrown into, but it's very clear Silver's youth is meant to be linked to his inexperience.

Additionally, this isn't an outdated statement at all- after all, IDW can help us out here!

This is repeated again in Issue 64, the one right after the one this is sourced from, Issue 63.

Note the different background color... Despite everything else being the same.

These profiles are used on the start of Issue recaps. Although you might question me using IDW as proof, there's good reason to believe it's either canon or pretty damn accurate to the source material. In the form of...

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Confirmation from Ian Flynn himself! Reminder, he's the main writer for these games now! He wrote Frontiers, and likely will keep writing Sonic Games going forward. He also writes most of the stuff for IDW, so that's worth taking into account. So either IDW is canon, or it reflects the canon of the games.

To top it all off, a personal point that I'm bringing up purely for my own nerdy reasons- Silver's inspiration.

Here's a quote from the leaked script of Sonic 06;

"He possesses some special powers which can draw upon the Emeralds. It is unknown how he got these powers, though. Essentially, think Trunks from Dragon Ball Z."

The character being talked about here is Future Trunks, a time traveler from the future who goes back in time to warn the cast about the Androids that destroyed his future, so they can train in preparation for the invasion, as well as giving Goku medicine for a heart virus he succumbed to in the timeline Trunks comes from.

Trunks, much like Silver, is young and inexperienced- being 17 years old at the time of his arrival in the present. He does later go into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, a space where one year inside the chamber equals to one day outside of it, so by the end of the arc he's older, but still- he's young, most certainly underage, inexperienced, rash, and has a very strong sense of justice. Trunks is the direct inspiration for Silver, it's has been stated as such. So, with all this, it makes sense that Silver would be younger than everyone else around him, as was the case for Trunks.

So, with all this, Silver is undeniably younger than everyone around him, and it can't really be by a slight amount, otherwise it wouldn't be considered an important part of his character. This still holds true to this day, if IDW is anything to go by. Although he does have one slight saving grace- the passage of time. Time absolutely does pass between Sonic games, with at minimum a year and a half having passed since the modern series began (1 year due to Sonic's birthday in Generations, 6 months from the Forces timeskip) as well as, less verifiably but still worth taking into account, the PSN description for Sonic Heroes saying the game takes place 5 months after Adventure 2. There's some leeway for him to be of age in modern day, and it will get more likely as the series goes on, but it's a small margin.

Conclusion:

Silver is, most likely, underage. He's seemingly the youngest non-child character, he's consistently portrayed as inexperienced and naive, and overall, it's very very unlikely he's an adult. The chance isn't 0%, admittedly; again, the passage of time in the series gives him some leeway, and that leeway will only get larger as the series continues, so there's some small chance that he's an adult, aka able to consent, but it's small. You would be playing a risky game, and I could not possibly bring myself to endorse it.

So, the verdict is;

You, most likely, cannot fuck Silver The Hedgehog. There's a small chance that you can, but it's very small, and I would not recommend risking it.

not sorry for the Dragon Ball side tangent. it's good. really good.

#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sth #status: likely unfuckable

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