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randomfansstuff · 4 months
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glenn is about to reunite with nick (whos now nick foster) and i dont think i can handle that im about to throw up start crying roll around on the ground
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whosectype · 10 months
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got any ideas for the anatomy of cups since they don't have necks and have open tops/empty heads? or are you just leaving it to magic 👀
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This one made me think so I drew a diagram to accompany it
if you didn’t see the first post explaining Platlet cells, you can look here!
how the heads float? Magic (science we don’t understand)
how the head and the body communicate? Science. I would want to say hormones (chemical signals) because that would allow for each toon to have a unique signal that the body recognizes.
similar to other organisms, they have neurons. But they don’t have a “brain”. But if the neurons are damaged, its the same as brain damage in humans. But another thing that could happen as a cause from injury is that the body/head would be unable to receive/send out signals. So the head could then no longer communicate with the body (or float above it) and the function of body and/or head could potentially be lost.
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moonwreathe · 4 months
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is fandom culture dying or am I just in dead fandoms
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russellstyles · 2 years
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2-4-6... 
Antique Market, Orono, Ontario,🇨🇦 
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rierse · 3 months
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Game day
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vonerde · 7 months
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@crimsontroupe replied to your post “everyone in the party: ok we gotta hide, everyone...”:
It's really cute seeing you so excited about the game
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the way i just got a lil bit shy like !! i'm really excited & so passionate about it! baldur's gate just made me feel like a game hasn't in years & i just really love talking about it!! im also getting into dnd & got the dnd starter bundle (the player's handbook, monster manual & the dungeon's masters guide) from my bf & am just really invested in learning a lot more about dnd & all the systems & stuff! i also have dice & i'm just !!! very excited !!!
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lycomorpha · 1 year
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This morning's warm-up doodle. Cell-ish shapes using a D6 to pick the rough form of each imaginary blorb. Doing 1 or 2 a day bc twiddly ink drawing is still harder than pencil, for various chronic pain reasons.
& I'm still buying an 18-month diary in the sale when 6 months are already out of date, & using the past to pages for warm-up doodles... This one is still quite fresh and tidy but not for loooong lol ✏️💖📓
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agonizedembrace · 11 months
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hey google how do I organize 9 other people together at once for aram
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jvzebel-x · 6 months
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bakarrot · 9 months
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still so pissed off over how they fucked over gas. like, they set up parallels between him and goku - even outright said it in the text that elec is a lot like canon raditz in that he only wanted his younger sibling around to act as a meat shield to protect himself, and that he’d only get tossed aside once he outlived his usefulness - yet they still fucking disintegrated his ass anyway!! he’s has almost the exact same set up as tien, but instead of getting a chance to break away from someone who used him his entire life, he dies in despair after getting abandoned by the one person he trusted. ok.
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zibiscusloon · 2 years
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;{-Cuphead OC Masterpost-};
Finally done making this stupid thing. Buckle up This is gonna be a long one y’all, I apologize in advance.
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-Newsie
-Amaranth Amara
-Sloane (+Dimitri!)
-Nebuluna
-Chippy Chop
-Ross-Dean
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Nwseouth “Newsie” Sinphony
Newsie is the adopted daughter of Lucifer Sinphony (the Devil). She was brought into his care after her mother lost her soul to gambling, and instead of sticking to her end of the deal, she offered her daughter’s soul up in place of her own. She was transformed into a demon after this handoff.
In order to do their part around Hell, Devil has given Newsie a fake paper business used to collect the souls of the Isle residents. They go door to door and offers paper subscriptions, and those who sign up for such don’t know they’re truly signing a soul contract, handing their soul to the Devil of a silver platter. Newsie thinks this whole plan is dumb as shit and hates it, and yet it works. Every, damn, time.
Newsie’s “business” eventually led to them bumping into Cuphead & Mugman, Cupsy taking a quick liking to them. Newsie, a sheltered child with no experience in friendship or relationships outside of her Dad’s minions, quickly cling onto the boys, fearing constantly that they would figure out what she really is and abandon her. Devil after realizing this friendship often tries to find way to exploit it to find ways to get Cuphead’s soul, much to Newsie’s annoyance..
Newsie’s developed a bit of a crush on Cuphead, God knows they have no idea how to handle it.
•She honestly would’ve been worse off had her mother actually raised her instead of selling her off to the Devil. If that doesn’t say enough about her mom as a person I don’t know what does.
•14 years old
•Polysexual Demigirl, uses They/She
•They have retractable horns that sprout out whenever they are worked up or nervous, she hates when they do this as she’s trying to keep the whole “I’m literally Lucifer’s daughter” thing on the down low. (Also they’ve poked holes in a few of her caps)
•Chalice was at first a tad suspicious of her, while Cuphead was seemingly starstruck by her. After she was revealed as a demon, Mugman and Chalice became weary of her, although they settled down after she proved she didn’t want to help her Dad get Cupsy’s soul. They’re relationship is generally improved, her and Chalice being crime buddies, and Mugman seeing her almost as another sibling
•In spite of her Dad being the Devil himself, their relationship is surprisingly healthy, with Devil raising her up to one day become the Queen of Hell.
•Views Dice like an uncle (+honorary father figure!) and Ross like a motherly figure.
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Amaranth “Amara” The Treacherous
One hailed a national hero to the citizens of the Isles of old, alongside her lover, The Legendary Chalice, Amaranth through the centuries in the Isles has become a name associated with treachery and deception, as a result of her selling the Inkwell Isles over to the Devil.Consumed by her jealousy of her lover’s ascendence through the ranks of the Calix Animi, Amaranth constantly felt the King had been holding her back, despite being, in his own words, “his most trusted general”. She, in her moment of vulnerability was confronted by the Devil himself, offering to make all her troubled vanish, for the right price.
Amara conned the King into signing one of the Devil’s contracts, handing the land over to the demon. After the rest of the Calix Animi discovered her plan, they chased her down the Isles, Chalice at the leading line, to claim the contact before it could be handed to the demon. However, Amara managed to securely deliver the contact, with the help of the Devil’s minions (who slaughtered many members of the Calix..), however, the Devil would not hold up his end of promises of power to Amaranth, and thrust her into battle against her enraged former lover..
Chalice was forced to end Amaranth’s reign of terror, killing her love then and there…
To bad Amara doesn’t remember jackshit of any of that!
Now under the shortened name of Amara, the former terror is now resurrected in the ruins of the former kingdom, being guided by her mentor and caregiver, the Cyclops. Studying to become the next Guardian of the Rugged Ridge. Amara is curious of her past, having no memories and or clue of who she is, her only clue being a dusty worn out bow and arrow.
•Technically 650 years old, however she’s physically 15.
•Lesbian Cisgender Female, She/Her
•Doesn’t recognize Chalice (much to her ex’s dismay)
•Chases out intruders of the Rugged Ridge, as she attempts to preserved the history of the ruins.
•Often drawn to the statues of the former Calix Animi, for reasons she doesn’t really understand.. she simply chalks it up to curiosity.
•Practices archery with the creatures of the ruins (the satyrs, dragons, mountain goats, etc.) they’re somewhat her “bodyguards” assigned to her by the Cyclops (although she insists she doesn’t need protecting)
•Her relationship with Chalice is once again beginning to blossom into their romance of old, Chalice trying to guide her through remembering her former self.
•Amaranth & Chalice’s relationship had initially sprung as childhood sweethearts, sneaking off from their cottages as teenagers to lay in the meadows or marshes. Now in the present day Chalice brings Amara to these same spots to reminisce.
•Has mild blindness due to the scarring on her eyes. This messes with her aim when she’s trying to shoot and it pisses her off to no end.
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Sloane Specter (& Dimitri)
Ditzy, clumsy, and honestly, always somewhere else in her mind, Sloane is the zombie-girl attendant of the Phantom Express. Working on the express ever since she was a child, Sloane is the daughter of the Blind Specter, and has found a family in the other employees. She wants to work to be one of the best caretakers any damn train station could ever have. Even if she is an absolute dumbass.
Sloane works to help keep out anyone after the souls of her family, due to their lost bet with the Devil that they had taken in hopes to improve the business. Unwillingly to let anyone take away her self proclaimed family and Dad, Sloane can get surprisingly pissed at anyone intending to do the Express harm.
She’s close friends with a lil worm she found and named Dimitri, rescuing him from a storm. Dimitri acts as a left arm for Sloane (as she was born without one), and the two practically consider each other siblings.
When Cuphead & Mugman came for the souls of the Express, Sloane (completely oblivious to what they were doing: like I said, she’s a dumbass) quickly became impress by Mugman’s impressive dodging and shooting, coming down from the train carts to praise him, leaving a flustered Mugsy in her wake.
Her friendship with the cups only deepened after they freed her family from servitude to the Devil. She does reciprocate Mugman’s crush on her, but she’s completely unaware she does. Sigh.
•Her and her Dad are thick as thieves, as they often manage the trains conditions together.
•15 years old
•Bisexual Cisgender Female, She/Her
•Treats the train as if it were a pet, showering it with love and affection.
•Surprisingly good with mechanics and repairs, and would often fix the train when it broke down.
•Her mother Carrie walked out on her when she was a child, pulling the classic “going to get the milk”.
•Physical affection is her love language, and she often suffocates her friends with random hugs and kisses on the cheek. (She will respect if it makes them uncomfortable though, such as Amara who’s generally touch repulsed)
•Always smiling. Her overwhelming positivity is almost intoxicating to those around her.
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Nebuluna
Formerly a Seraphim of Heaven, Nebuluna is a fallen angel, cast to the Earth as a result of acts of wrath against humanity. She’s the daughter of Archangel Michael, and is attempting to regain her heavenly status. After working tooth and nail to find some excuse to get back into the good graces of her family and fellow angels, Nebuluna decides to task her self with what she would learn to be the most annoying task in her life: trying to shut down the Devil’s oppressions in the Inkwell Isles.
Having a strict no nonsense personality, Nebuluna’s often annoyed by the Devil’s antics and dismissal of her attempts to foil her. He more so treats her like a child, finding lil details that remind him of Michael to chastise her with. Overall, she hates her Uncle Lucifer.
Setting up her station in Isle 2, in an abandoned chapel, Nebuluna often tries to find ways to assist the citizens who have lost their souls. She more so finds herself wanting to strangle them because GOD ARE THEY ANNOYING- she proceeds to remind herself that acts of wrath are what got her into this situation in the first place..
She recently found herself in new company, upon opening her door one day, she found someone had left their infant daughter on her front door step: Chippy Chop! Lord she panicked- “No no no no no no no no-“ To put it mildly.. she did not want kids. But! She got stuck with this brat anyway. Throughout the years, the ever clueless angel with no comprehension on how to care for a mortal child, found herself becoming attached to her new daughter, (much to her dismay..) She still has a mission in mind, however.. Chippy makes the mortal plane somewhat more tolerable.
•She refuses to acknowledge Devil as her uncle. She doesn’t care if he’s her father’s brother she refuses-
•Her and Michael really aren’t.. on the best terms right now. Mike has tried a few times to reach out to her but they tend to end in fights between the two of them. (She has let him meet Chippy though..)
•1935 years old. She will pull the “I’m older than you” card if you try to get your opinion in.
•Omnisexual Genderfluid, mainly uses She/Her, but also uses He/Him and They/Them
•Very standoffish to her neighbors of her Isle, hardly anyone tends to remember she even lives in the old chapel.. and she prefers it that way.
•Chippy tries to pry into her work. It stresses her to no end as she wants to keep her work out of her daughter’s life.
•Can transform into a more.. biblically accurate angel. If she does run like hell because you have pissed her off and lord she didn’t get kicked out of Heaven for minor damages-
•Chippy’s friends get on her last nerve. She finds the cup trio annoying, she’s weary of Newsie, thinks Sloane is an idiot, and she can’t recall why.. but she recognizes Amara from somewhere.. eh it’s probably nothing.
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Chippy Chop
Nebuluna’s adopted daughter and the absolute menace of the residents of Isle Two, this is Chippy! She’s a feral lil gremlin. Abandoned by her parents due to growing tired with her behavior even in her toddler years, Chippy has become the helping hand around her adopted mother’s chapel. She more so just goes with the flow of life, as it’s already thrown her so many curve balls, (her mum is a literal angel, her grandpa is an archangel, she’s the great-niece to Lucifer himself-) she genuinely just stopped giving a shit about all this weird stuff a long time ago.
She’s known for randomly biting those around her, causing a lot of complaints to fly Nebuluna’s way, questioning how she raised her child, neither of them give a shit though. It’s just how she is. She’s thought of by the residents as a lil street rat, often breaking and entering, thieving, and destroying other’s property. She’s had fun attempting to break into the Sugarland Kingdom (to which Baroness Von Bon Bon will immediately throw her out.. she will get in one day she swears-)
She gets along especially well with Chalice, due to their shared disrespect for the law and authorities. (She has been arrested a few times, Nebuluna lecturing every time she has to come bail her out..)
She’s really just here to have a good time and make everyone else’s day slightly more inconvenient, ignorant to her friend’s drama, (Cuphead owing his soul to the Devil, Newsie being the child of the Devil, Chalice being a ghost, Amara being a resurrected war criminal-)
•She is rather in the dark as far as Nebuluna’s past goes, she doesn’t really mind though, she knows her caregiver’s uncomfortable talking about it so she doesn’t push it. Nebuluna is probably the only adult Chippy has any respect for.
•12 years old
•Aromantic Asexual Cisgender Female, uses She/Her
•She loves getting visits from her Grandpa Michael! He’s always the sweetest! She does wonder why her mom never wants to talk to him though..
•The only one of her neighbors she doesn’t harass is Grim. There’s no reason for this, she just thinks dragons are cool and would much rather watch him fly around then try to steal from him.
•Treats Newsie like family, (which.. by adoption they technically are cousins) viewing her as an older sister.
•She and Sloane both share the same brain cell and it’s traded on the weekends. Neither of them are smart.
•When not out disrespecting the law, she helps with repairs to the chapel, either painting it, fixing the roof or dusting the place. She oddly doesn’t mind to do it.
•Often chips up her handle, due to her reckless antics, one chip has just become permanent, as her mom couldn’t get it fixed.
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Ross-Dean Mothal
A local southern bell with overly high ambitions, Ross is a rosy maple moth and the main entertainer and singer of the Devil’s Casino. Ross always wished to become a star, coming from a household with the expectations of her unreasonable father, she was expected to marry rich and live a cushy lifestyle, (this insistence would end up ruining the one good relationship she ever had-)
Ross had a cute childhood romance with her next door neighbor; King Dice. The two often talked of running away from their respective households. They would both end up meeting the Devil on one of their runaway missions, he approached them both separately, offering them the answer to all of their problems. He guaranteed Ross all she could ever want: to make her a star. There would just be one tiny price to pay, her soul. Ross being the greedy ambitious woman she is, offered up something even better, the souls of her parents and three younger sisters.
Impressed by her general disregard for her folks, Devil allowed this trade off, and through a bit of trickery, Ross conned her family into signing away their souls. Ross became the singer to the Casino, drawing in crowds with Siren’s call.
Her and Dice’s relationship began to crumbled as they both strived to become Devil’s #1, they simply clashed due to their egos and desire to be the best, even if it means being better than each other. They eventually broke up and take any moment to spite each other at work. They’re both genuinely selfish people, (Dice is a sleaze, and Ross’s a bitch-) but deep down, despite working to make each other’s day as miserable as possible, there’s still some fondness for each other. (They’ll sooner die than admit that though.)
•Has a fondness for children, she’s fine with taking the souls of anyone except kids. She thinks the cup kids are adorable, and is actually the one who convinced Devil to keep Newsie instead of throwing her into the Soul Vault (Devil later thanks her for this years later..)
•45 years old
•Pansexual Cisgender Female, uses She/Her
•She always hated her father and resented her mother and sisters for never sticking up for her or reprehending his treatment of them. (A bit of victim blaming.. like I said.. Ross’s a bitch..)
•Views Newsie as if they were her own. She finds the kid absolutely adorable and will lend an ear to anything she just genuinely wants to rant about, and offer some, while typically morally dubious, advice.
•She’s drinking buddies with Pirouletta, Mangosteen, and Phear Lap. Often shit talks Dice to them.
•Has lil minions called Mapled Rosies, they act as her bouncers and bodyguards. Or.. just her lil gremlins she sends to go rearranged Dice’s furniture and equipment.
•While she is a very selfish person it all mostly stems from a sense of self-loathing and a need to prove that she’s more than what everyone expects of her.
•Insists she doesn’t regret how bad things went for her and Dice and is totally not hung up over what they used to have. (she’s lying)
•Her and Devil are actually good friends. They both are selfish assholes who love to shit talk people so that they can feel better about themselves. They get together to make fun of the rest of the staff on the weekends.
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shallow-wordsalad · 1 year
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me: "your honor, as you can see by this abundance of evidence, saber alter is vastly more powerful than rider and therefore heaven's feel's ending is not in compliance with canon power scaling"
judge: "get out of my bathroom"
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cujohcaps · 2 years
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cheating the system 😈😈
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kechiwrites · 4 months
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choking hazard
simon “ghost” riley x medic!reader
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synopsis: you have a very special request for simon. he thinks you're insane.
wc: 1.3k
cw: afab!reader, choking, grinding, hotdogging, haphazard kink negotiation, thigh riding, playful name-calling, no use of y/n ever.
an: a quick little bite of simon and medic reader for this challenge, which i technically failed cause this is way over 100 words. happy thanksgiving
“What?” He asks, but really, it lacks the traditional inflection of a question. Instead, the single word manages to hold deep exhaustion and a healthy helping of ‘what the fuck is wrong with you’. 
Which, rude.
You stomp your foot, the moue of your lips more than a little petulant. “Oh, come on, don’t make it weird. Just...a little. Enough to pass out.” you raise your hand and pinch the air for emphasis.
“What?” Oh! The inflection was back, and he’d shifted weight onto his other foot. His cotton mask allows for you to see the top half of his face today, and you’re grateful, because the furrow in his brow exposes that while he really wants to just up and leave this conversation, he’s far too curious, or maybe perplexed? Disturbed?
“I want you to choke me out, Simon.” You grin, shrugging, “preferably with your cock in me but...” You mutter to yourself, pressing your lips together and widening your eyes in mock innocence when he glares at you in response, obviously hearing you. 
“No.” He turns away from you, pushing around the ceramic skull you placed in your office. A paperweight, whose presence had absolutely no hidden, romantic meaning whatsoever, you’d simply seen it in a home goods display off base and snatched it up. 
It had been on sale. Or something.
“I’m a doctor.” You tap your name tag insistently, “I know my limits, Si.” Now you’re just trying to rile him up, as if he’d ever lay a hand on you in anger you didn’t expressly beg for. Still, he hates when you shorten his name, used to hate it when you said it at all. 
Thankfully, things change.
“Fucking quack.” He mutters and you make a loud, dramatic, wounded noise you’d heard in a K-Drama you had watched once before flipping back to your favourite period drama you’d watched a million times over. You flatten your hand against your chest and rear back, more for your own gratification than to impress your offence upon Simon. 
“I’m serious! I’m curious and I know it won’t cause any real, lasting damage.” You approach him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. He flinches, not from surprise, you guess, but from sensation, before his body relaxes. You push your face between his shoulder blades, rubbing your nose against his shirt. 
“I’ll suck you off after.” You murmur, and the lieutenant snorts derisively. 
No dice.
“Then I’ll ask Soap to do it!” You release him, and circle around your desk, feigning a grab towards your cell phone.
He doesn’t rise to the bait initially, turning back to face you and crossing his inked, scarred arms. You ogle them shamelessly, eyes greedily tracing every bit of knicked skin, every prominent, tempting vein. Thing of beauty, his arms were. “Go on, then.” He shrugs and consternation makes you furrow your brow in defeat. Unfortunately, the closer the two of you become, the more bags of candy and suggestive texts and lingering glances you exchange, the easier it is to read the other’s intent, your bluffs. 
You pout, and kick at the corner of your own desk, shifting it slightly. “Fine. I wouldn’t ask him.” You tilt your head, pinning him with a needy look you hope is suitably enticing, “I’m asking you cause I trust you, Simon. Please?” 
Apparently, bald, earnest honesty is the ticket because your not-boyfriend heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms, raising one to rub at the back of his neck, the black t-shirt he dons stretched tantalizingly tight over the curve of his muscled bicep.
Oh, this was going to be so good.
“Fine. Just don’t piss yourself.” 
“Do people do that?” You wrinkle your nose, and Simon levels you with a look, dark brown eyes broadcasting a stark “Do I fucking look like I’m joking?” 
Regardless, you clap your hands in celebration, locking the door to your office and sprinting back to stand in front of him, the framed photo of your commanding officer, your mother, and you looking on judgmentally. You try to ignore it but end up putting the photo down on its face, no need for dear mum and your boss to witness your fantasy come to life.
Simon turns you to face away from him, the heat of his hands seeping into your shoulders. He is always so warm. It had been a boon to your freezing feet the few times you’d shared a bed for actual sleeping. (He’d cursed at you for maybe a minute before hiking your legs up to bracket his hips, so you could fall asleep wrapped around him like a koala.)
“Double tap, you understand?” He barks, and you can’t help but shimmy in excitement. 
“Yup!” 
Simon wraps a burly arm around your neck, not exerting any pressure yet. He hooks his other arm around his wrist so it sits in his elbow, and places that palm on the crown of your head, securing you snugly in a standard choke-hold. 
“Good?” He mutters low, his chest blankets your back, and you're enveloped in the clean, sharp scent he usually carries with him.
You laugh, “Yeah-huh-huh-huh.” and you know you sound a little stupid, but you’re getting what you wanted and even without Simon utilizing force, you can feel yourself getting wet, forcing you to rub your thighs together in anticipation.
He begins to constrict your airway and it feels as though your head is ballooning, building up pressure as breathing slowly becomes more and more difficult. Your eyelids flutter closed and your lips part in shock. It doesn’t feel good, necessarily, but it certainly doesn’t feel bad. It’s obvious Simon’s holding back a lot. It probably should hurt but the lack of air makes your mind stutter to a stop, and all you can feel is Simon’s heat along your back and his strength holding you in place and his scent where it’s stalled in your lungs, unable to escape. When he shifts a bit behind you, your eyes pop back open in surprise at what you feel.
“You’re hard!” You wheeze incredulously, using the very last bit of air you had to call him out.
“And you’re a fucking lunatic.” He bites back, jerking his hips forward to rub his clothed erection against the swell of your ass. And he’s been doing that a lot lately, pushing up against your back, grinding along the fat of your thighs. Just last week, he’d spent a whole night hot-dogging (“Dumb fucking name, huh?”) the aching length of his dick between the cheeks of your ass, fucking against your flesh until he spilled hot and thick over your lower back.
You think he may be developing a thing.
He keeps rocking against you, branding his shape into your backside. “God.” He mutters, pulling you up and sliding his knee between your thighs. You can’t speak, what with your brain rapidly losing function, but if you could you’d hiss your assent, maybe scream when the muscles of his thigh nudge against your clit. 
Your lungs and cunt burn in unison, and the edges of your vision fade, but you want to keep going, want to come just like this, completely under his control, dry humping his massive thigh, unable to breathe.
Finally, you raise a shaky hand to tap at his forearm, and Simon immediately releases you, letting you stumble forward, off his leg and towards your desk. Your palms make contact with the polished wood and you hunch forward panting loud and hard. The room is fucking spinning, but all you can bring yourself to do is laugh like a fucking maniac.
“You good?” The soldier speaks, the sound of his footsteps just barely piercing through the sound of your rushing blood. Your voice is practically non-existent and you have to clear your throat three times, but when you do eventually croak out a response, your chest heaves with your desperate breaths in between your words. 
“Yeah, fuck yes.” Your chest slowly loses that frantic, mounting pressure and when you turn your head to look at Simon over your shoulder, his eyes are unfathomably dark and narrowed, running laps over your legs, thighs and ass.
“Good. Take your scrubs off. Right now.”
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blbrrymilk · 3 days
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😽🫶wren! How are you doing today? I was sleepy at work today and drank a lot of coffee. I hate capitalism 😭
Anyway, I want to share an interesting idea, what do you think would happen with Dr Ratio + bimbo reader? The reader has always been stupid and naive, and can't even understand his sarcasm… She often does wrong things accidentally, such as getting stuck on the wall, and even pouring drinks on him…
Oops, sunday / aventurine + bimbo reader would be interesting too…🥺
good luck with work love!! im relaxing in the bath today 🥱
I LOVE BIMBO READER... and stuck in the wall… 10/10 guilty pleasure...
cw: dubcon, dumbification kink go brrr, implied fem reader, slut shaming, manipulation
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ratio thinks you're beyond help. there's negative numbers going off in his head every time you open your airheaded mouth to speak some nonsense. -20, -25 - 30...
(“what’s this symbol mean again..?” “I don’t get it…” “these books have soooo many big words..”)
he really can't stand to listen to you stumbling around your own thoughts just to never actually reach a valid point or say anything of substance. he holds his head in his hands, raking his hands down his face each time his sarcasm and witty comebacks go right over your head.
he thought you might be good for taking simple orders for him, since you're no good as an apprentice to teach. but you can't even manage to serve his tea without tripping and falling and spilling it on his clothes. when he finds you stuck in the wall- he scoffs in disappointment. you're truly a lost cause. he knows you won't manage to get yourself out of there without his help. he's not even sure how you managed to get in there- but he's not surprised with how often you make these ridiculous mistakes.
you think he's going to help pull you out- but you feel the harsh smack of his ruler instead. you babble and whimper, confused- but he silences you immediately with another slap. you've been trying his patience for too long- always being troublesome. there's really nothing going on in that head of yours is there beyond your pretty face- is there? you end up hanging from the wall, drooling and leaking with his cum from your holes. your ass red and stinging and your legs quivering- still unsure what you did wrong.
ratio sighs, sticking a note of -10000 points (fail) on your forehead. at the very least, you're nice to look at. you make a nice decoration in the wall of his room. and you're pretty good at taking his cock and relieving some of his frustration. 100 points.
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aventurine thinks you're too fun to mess with. you really believe anything he says. and you fall for every single trick so easily. it's not even fair to call it a challenge when he gambles against you. he wouldn't even have to cheat to win. you don't seem to follow the rules of any of the card games or dice rolls- despite how many repeated explanations you're given. "ohhhhh... i get it now!" (you don't)
he charms you with his lies, someone like you is so easily impressed, gasping in awe and praising him for accomplishments and things he's never done. it's really too easy. if he asks you to bend over to pick up a coin he “accidentally” dropped, you bend at the waist fully, your panties on full display. the puffy outline of your cute pussy exposed to him- he takes a snapshot with his cell phone, laughing to himself. you're like putty in his hands, really. he hardly has to try.
when you end up stuck in the wall, he makes you a deal. promising to help you if you suck his cock first and let him record your cute face. of course this will stay a secret between just the two of you! you do your best, taking him all the way into your mouth until your jaw is sore and aching- his cum dribbling off your tongue. you look up at him with those thoughtless, wet eyes- asking if he'll finally help you- but he sneers, taking out a pen to write on your face and body. (aventurine's property), (dumb slut ♡)
he puts his sunglasses back on and waves you off, telling you to take this as a lesson not to believe everything you're told. don't worry- he'll be back to use you again when he's in the mood. he knows you won't figure out a way to get yourself out of there until then. so be a good onahole and wait for him <3
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sunday feels sorry for you. it's in good faith to take pity on the less fortunate... and the ... less intelligent, right? you always hear his soft sigh after every silly, thoughtless question you ask him. following behind him like a puppy with your wide-eyed, brainless expression.
(“who is xipe? what is the path of harmony? is the Family a real family? so you're like a dad, right? is your halo real? can i touch your wings?”)
you giggle and keep asking him these sort of questions all day long.
sunday looks at you with an exhausted, pitiable smile always. your naivety is a bit endearing, but you're bound to run into the wrong person one day who might take advantage of you- or have far less patience than he holds for your antics. it's difficult to take you with him on business matters. you can't keep up with the serious topics in political conversations- much less be left with the responsibility of being his assistant. even simple tasks like serving drinks and sorting paperwork proves too difficult for you. his office seems to be in a much worse state than when he left you to tidy it.
and somehow, you managed to get stuck in the wall too... a person with lower morals just might think of taking advantage of a pitiable thing like yourself. not that he hasn't entertained the thought... you really do anything he asks. you sit on his lap, and change your clothes without even waiting for him to leave the room- blissfully unaware that he's still a man. his eyes can't help but wander over the curve of your hips, your plush butt pushing against him as he attempts to pry you out of the wall. you won't stop wiggling around.
("u-um...! there's something hard pressing against me…? mr.sunday...?”)
he grits his teeth, ordering you to hold still while he figures out how to get you out- his mind filled with all sorts of ways to relieve his frustration on you. he really does pray for your wellbeing (and his sanity.) hoping you might finally gain some common sense.
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rollforbraincells · 2 years
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at comic con and my sister was naming the flavors she thought dice tasted like after saying i wanted to put them in my mouth and the booth owner came over and heard us discussing the mouthfeel
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