#feel like pure sh!t just want her back

[meowzfordayz]

hashira find out that you self harm

Author’s Note: as always, pls heed CW (content warnings). These were not written purely for comfort, but also w/ ~realistic reactions in mind, so while they def lean toward comfort, there’s a certain lvl of inherent discomfort and pain in them as well. 🖤

hashira find out that you self harm

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,900

CW: depression, explicit language, implied self harm, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can I request kny x reader, (sanemi, michikatsu, genya, giyu, & rengoku)

of an s/o who sh & feels very s*icidal

tough times yk?

Emergency Request Fulfilled: A request, idk if this is gonna seem insensitive, but could you write the hashiras reactions if they found out the reader sh? I have been struggling with these things lately and would like to see something like that, but if you feel uncomfortable with it then you don't have to do this.

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I ended up breaking my streak of not sh-ing last night and I feel awful again. I was wondering if you could do a rengoku x Reader with that kind of subject material as a sort of pick me up. Sorry for bothering you like this it’s just I feel not so good rn and you’re someone who provides me comfort with your writing

kamaboko find out that you self harm

~faqs~

When they find out that you self harm…

… Gyomei doesn’t know what to say. His immediate reaction is to feel incredibly protective, but his gut tells him overreacting could push you even further away. “Oh.” A single word exhaled quietly from his mouth, and you feel yourself unraveling. “I-” Quickly, he collects himself. “Don’t apologize to me,” he asserts gently, “Thank you for telling me.” “You aren’t mad?” you ask shakily. “I’m confused,” he answers softly, “I want to protect you, but I’m unfamiliar with protecting someone from themselves.” Your heart twinges at his admittance as his arms wrap steadily around you, his palms pressed clammy and flat against your back, his embrace soothing even as his frown deepens.

… Obanai is furious. With himself, of course. A silent, dreadful anger that sticks to his spine, no matter how much he twists, turns, and talks with himself. He throws himself into research, a whirlwind of educating himself as best and as quickly as possible, all the while maintaining a light hearted, gentle facade whenever you’re beside him. “Are you okay?” you’ll ask sometimes, his sporadic urgency noticeable, “Something bothering you?” And he knows confessing his frustration won’t solve anything; guilting you or making you regret sharing yourself with him is the last thing he wants. So he shrugs, shooting you a lazy, intimate smile, suddenly grateful for how he can make his eyes twinkle above his mask, truthful grimace covered, “Just missing you.” “But I’m right here!” you exclaim, nudging him happily. “I know,” he mutters softly I know.

… Mitsuri cries. She doesn’t mean to. She doesn’t mean to make you comfort her. She doesn’t mean to make you apologize over and over until you’re both bawling, clinging to each other as though squeezing tightly enough might make your truth dissipate. But she does. She cries in your arms as you cry in hers, disbelief and sorrow rippling through her body. “I-I’m s-sorry,” you repeat, voice strained, unable to catch your breath as you gasp between sobs. “M-me t-too,” she whimpers lowly Me too. She’ll put herself back together later, determination to love you as hard and as fiercely as ever gradually overcoming her initial shock and dismay, even as part of her heart remains forever changed — forever afraid of losing you… to yourself.

… Shinobu struggles to maintain a boundary between being your partner and being your therapist. She’s not professionally trained in psychiatry, but she’s obviously knowledgeable when it comes to physical healing, sooo why not mental healing? That’s not how it works she often has to silently remind herself, seconds away from responding to your spiraling as though you’re in a therapy session together. Deep down, she knows all she can do is be there for you as she is. Not as she wishes she could be. Not as she feels she should be. But as she is. Am I enough? she wonders as she listens to your labored breathing, feeling you twitch beside her in your sleep I sure hope so she sighs, pressing light fingers to your overheated cheek, smiling faintly as your breaths gradually slow I really hope so.

… Kyojuro is distraught, but does his best to conceal it. For your sake. His sake. He isn’t really sure, actually. All he knows is he’s watching you fall to pieces in slow motion, and somehow, he still isn’t quite fast enough to catch all of you. Some days are easier than others. Those other days? He can barely bring himself to touch you.

“Kyo,” you sigh, fixing an even stare on his unnervingly neutral gaze, sorely missing his usual eagerness, “What’s going on?”

He promptly brightens, stepping forward to press a light kiss on your forehead, “Nothing is going on.”

Then why won’t you comfort me?

Wordlessly, you slip your arms around his waist, relieved when he accepts your embrace, confused that, “Then why don’t you hold me anymore?”

He frowns at that, head tilting, “I am holding you right now.”

With a snort, you mutter quietly, “No, Kyo, I’m holding you. It’s like you suddenly need my permission to-” interrupting yourself as realization hits, “Kyo.”

He blinks, feeling thoroughly ~caught, yet unsure what act you’ve caught him in.

“Yes, my love?”

“You don’t have to be scared of me!” you exclaim, bittersweet laughter rumbling in your chest, “I know I…” trailing off awkwardly, “I know I’m not okay, and I know you worry, but keeping yourself from me doesn’t help, solve, or ease, well, anything!”

“Are you certain?” he murmurs, dreadful despair leaking into his gut again, “I… do not know how to navigate this.”

Squeezing his hips, you glare fondly at him, “I know I’m not okay, and I know it pains you to hear me say that. I also know it pains both of us when you distance yourself. You don’t have to let me go. You aren’t the problem.”

But he nearly exclaims But I can’t save you!

“I don’t need saving,” you whisper instead, reading his perceived failure in the tremor of his fingers tracing up and down your spine, “I just want you to love me.”

I do he swallows thickly I love you so much.

… Sanemi leaves midway through your quiet, shaky explanation, fingernails nearly breaking the skin of his palms, mouth a thin line, lavender eyes too narrowed to discern the pain pulsing through his glare. You listen to the front door open, expecting a resounding bam, mystified when a nearly silent push of air signals his departure. Shit. You know then that he isn’t pissed. At least, he isn’t pissed at you. Which, really, would be easier to handle than the slow dripping tears glistening on his cheeks, clinging to his eyelashes; would be easier to handle than reading the single text he sends you I love you, don’t wait up; would be easier to handle than waking to the feel of him tracing hearts across your skin, bed warmer with his body, mattress dipping you toward him. “I’m sorry I left,” he whispers, somehow knowing you’re awake before you’ve even fully processed consciousness yourself, “I won’t do it again.” You mumble something incoherent in response, catching his hand with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss to his knuckles. “Fuck,” he hisses sharply, sob lodged in his throat, “You’re everything to me,” lifting your knuckles to his lips, returning your gesture Everything.

… Muichiro doesn’t understand why, but he does notice its consequences. He notices the tiredness glinting in your eyes, even though you’ve just woken up. He notices the slowness in your movements, even as you’re expressing excitement. He notices the harshness of your voice when you’re having a particularly difficult day, though he doesn’t understand why it’s particularly difficult. He voices his disconnect, curled up beside you on the couch, hands wrapped coolly around yours, apologetic and upfront. “I can tell when you’re in pain,” he says gently, “But I don’t understand the desire to then create more pain.” Shaking his head as you open your mouth to explain, he smiles softly, “I know it hurts to try and help me understand, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” brow furrowing as he sighs quietly, “That’s just it, I guess. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I don’t understand.” You know he means well, you know he isn’t upset, but it doesn’t get easier listening to him navigate your pain. “I love you,” you offer, leaning over to peck his cheek. He sighs again, soaking in your warmth, unable to identify the tight numbness in his chest, “And I love you.”

… Giyuu nods, thoughts racing even as silence settles between your anxious stare and his unblinking expression.

“Giyuu?” you tentatively prompt him, “This… this wasn’t easy for… for me to tell you.” 

Like an unpaused movie, he blinks into action, reaching for your waist even as he watches for the slightest hint of discomfort from you, ready to divert his movement if need be. You crumble into his touch, leaning heavy and exhausted against his chest, melting into the smooth reassurance of his hands splayed across your lower back.

“I know,” he murmurs lowly, eyes closed, “Thank you for trusting me,” resisting the urge to pull away, cup your face, and press his forehead firmly to yours, involuntary tears pricking the corners of his eyes, “Thank you for…” his voice fades, knowing he’d crumble en suite if he continued, desperate to remain steady for your wavering breaths.

“For what?” you choke out, “Giyuu.”

Thank you for staying he thinks somberly Thank you for loving me.

“Thank you for choosing me,” he finally whispers, “And thank you for letting me choose you.”

You laugh roughly, sound mangled in his shirt, “I’m a mess.”

He doesn’t deny your statement, instead pulling you closer, his heartbeat loud and promising, tears falling freely now. And that’s okay he wishes he could say Two messes are better than one he wishes he could quip How do I fix this? his fear stutters on repeat What do I do? underlying his tenderness, knowing all too well that he has only questions, and no way of answering them.

… Tengen takes it unexpectedly well. He listens patiently, nods at appropriate moments, and gently interjects with the occasional question, all the while kneading your thighs as you sit on his lap, watching you with a careful, encouraging warmth.

“You’re amazing,” he declares softly, “Not to belittle your pain, of course,” sadness simmering just below his faint smile, “But I want you to know that, after everything you’ve told me, my first thought is how incredible you are.”

You shrug, unsure how to accept his compliments, stripped bare as you glance downward, eyes closing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, familiar hand cupping your chin, “I know I can’t make you believe anything I say,” bittersweet sigh grazing your skin, “But I can at least share my own beliefs. I can at least share my own perception of you. I can love you.”

Your nose scrunches, eyes opening to meet his honest stare, swallowing your breath with a shudder.

“I’m here. Whatever you want to tell me, whatever I need to know,” voice thickening, “I’m not going anywhere. If you need me to be firm, I can be firm. If you need me to be quiet, I can bite my tongue. I’m your lover, your partner, and a resource.”

So let me fulfill all of those roles for you. Let me love you. Let me walk beside you. Let me taste your burdens as you’ve stomached mine.

“You don’t have to be responsible for me,” you chuckle weakly, attempting to ease the tension, “I don’t tell you things to make you carry them for me.”

“But I would,” he speaks steadily, “I know you wouldn’t ever ask me to,” maroon gaze dark, “But I would.”

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing, but he doesn’t know how else to convey the fragility in his heart; its overwhelming swell of aching and anger — the stark hopelessness of knowing he can only watch. Of knowing he can only listen. Of knowing he can only handle as much as you’re willing to give him.

#preferences #modern au #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri x reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dub con for like a second, praise, dry humping, against the wall, reigen is a quick shooter, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ my actual first reigen fic! it was supposed to go in kinktober but i decided against it so take it now instead. all of my rei fics are motivated by my love for @arabaka and her love for reigen. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Rei, seriously… I have to get back to work. And so do you…”

“In a minute, baby. Fuck, just… please… let me kiss on you a little bit longer.” the two of you were way past just kissing. you knew that, but the way he begs for more time in your ear makes you melt— his ragged panting and the grunts and moans that fill the silence between each breath are telltale signs that he’s enjoying himself too much, as if the thick, hard lump in his gray slacks wasn’t enough of an indicator. he was rubbing it against you, making you feel how bad his cock wanted you. “You taste so good. I’m going crazy.”

pulling your bottom lip between your front teeth, you try to stifle a moan as Reigen litters your neck with haphazard, open mouthed pecks. “If I’m late again…”

“I’m hard, baby,” he croaks, cutting you off, grasping one of your knees, pinning it on his waist. the sound and action effectively halts your train of thought. “I’m so fucking hard.” the gap provided skewed your skirt just enough for him to drag his clothed cock against your panties, and he gargles a whimper of pure ecstasy as your warmth seeps through and caresses the needy bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad right now. Wanna feel my favorite, little pussy suck me right in,” his mouth scrapes over your ear and your jaw, smearing it with saliva and sloppy kisses, nipping your skin with his teeth. you’re completely trapped against the door, one hand on the knob, smothered in his body heat and the weight of him. you can smell his salty sweat as it trickles down from his temples, soaking the collar of his shirt. “You can feel it, can’t you? How my dick goes crazy for that warm, tight hole?” Reigen grunts, pressing his groin closer to yours, and the swollen tip throbs as it rakes along your panties. “You want it too, don’t you? To feel me in your guts again. Is it making you sloppy wet, just for me?” his fingers dig into your knee, nails scoring your pantyhose, leaving running gashes along it, up your thigh where his hand travels next. “T-tell me, baby… tell me you want me!”

to say yes would mean giving in, and you allow your hand to slip from the doorknob and grasp at his tie, instead, pulling him closer. “Yes,” you moan, back arching. your cunt clenches on empty air, wishing Reigen’s cock was worming its way through the spongy canal. “Fuck, yes, Rei I’m so wet right now.”

when he gropes at your thigh, pulling you closer to meet his needy rutting, you swoon and grind over the pulsating lump, tilting your head up towards the ceiling.

“Make that sound again,” Reigen pleads, bucking his hips harder against yours. he fucks furiously, his cock jabbing pathetically against his zipper, “‘S gonna make me cum…”

“Reigen,” you mewl, twirling his tie around your fist to pull it tighter, “I wish you could… fuck me right now,” you knew what you were doing— forcing him to the edge with the way your breath catches on your sultry moans, “feel your thick cock stretching my tight, little cunt! I want you deep. hard. I wanna scream for you, Reigen—“

“Sh-shit,” his face buries in your neck, grunting and snarling like a beast in rut as his hips piston more erratic and needy than before. each honeyed word that slips from your lips is another nail in his coffin, and you realize that he’s already falling apart against you. “Cumming, baby… cumming!” his hands are mean as they paw at you, his body pushing up against yours. you knew if he’d managed to get his cock into you, he’d be forcing it as deep as it could go, but instead all he can do is pin you to the wall and rub himself off on your lingerie. your name erupts from his swollen lips in scattered syllables, accompanied by the most euphoric of gurgling groans. his muscles, that had all been taut, seem to relax at once, and he slumps against you, panting on your skin.

busying yourself by using your free hand to comb through his soaked, golden tendrils, you squirm, feeling the sensitive ( and now damp ) lump in his slacks tremble at the friction. “Okay,” you suck in a deep breath, and your other hand wanders— feeling down his chest and abdomen until your digits explore the wet fabric of his pants; his release leaving a thick, dark shame on them. “Now, I really have to go. If I’m late again, my boss is going to kill me.”

“Hng,” he lets out a flustered grunt at your teasing, but doesn’t pull back. instead, he seems to grind against it, as if he were enjoying the torturous pleasure of being overstimulated. “You like making me like this,” he pants, nipping at your cheek with his teeth, “— embarrassing me… making me cum in my pants for you… Little tease.” he mutters, breathlessly peppering your jaw and the corner of your mouth in kisses. “I should just hire you here. You’d make a cute, little secretary, and I could stroke myself stupid against that warm pussy over and over again whenever I wanted.”

you roll your eyes at that. “I spoil you enough, Arataka.”

#reigen arataka #reigen x you #reigen x reader #reigen smut #reigen arataka smut #mob psycho reigen #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka x you #reigen

[melloween-candie]

Take My V Card [C.G]

"Gladly~" Carl Gallagher x Virgin Fem Reader

Requested // Request Rules

"Carl Gallagher x Fem! Read where she losses her virginity to him"

A/n - Sorry it took so long for me to reply to some of these. 😅

I'm going in order~ but anyways... You're next! 💕

(Hope you like it! 🥰)

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Sexual content, Virginity loss

Word Count: 2,042

[Smut/Fluff] 18+

Shameless Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

Dear Diary

I've been with my boyfriend, Carl, for a good couple of months now. In fact, today is our 6th month anniversary, and I was wondering...

Well- I know I shouldn't, but... MOST OF MY FRIENDS HAVE ALREADY LOST THEIRS, AND I FEEL LIKE A BLACK SHEEP AROUND THEM NOW!

There I said, wrote it.

Look, the truth is... I'm still a virgin, and NOT just any virgin but a COMPLETE virgin. I'm talking about- never kissed anyone, never got naked or seen someone naked in front of me, never had sex, never experienced anyone eating me out, and never had someone give me an orgasm.

It's honestly super embarrassing... All my friends have lost theirs already. One by one throughout high school... They Lowkey said I'd be the last to lose it cause, quote on quote, "Your too good to do it."

UGHHH!

I don't want them to see me like that, but I also know giving in to pure pressure is just a sign of weakness. But I also can help but want to... I KNOW IT'S WRONG.

I mean, I'm only 17... Well, I'm about to turn 18 soon... So it's okay, right? As long as I use protection? I mean, my boyfriend did say he'll wait for me whenever I'm ready and stuff... Maybe I am ready...? Or at least I want to be...

Well, I can't help but want this so bad... Stupid teenage hormones. Anyways I guess the next time I get in here will be when I'm a "real woman of experience"~

***Narrator's Pov***

You closed your diary, ensuring it was locked so no one could enter. Then placing it in your special little hiding place that not even your boyfriend, Carl, knew about.

Soon after, you quickly got ready for school, not wanting to miss the school bus on your first day back.

Time skip!~

Dear Diary

I know what I said... I still haven't done it... I know it's stupid, but I got too scared. I was going to ask- I swear! He was right there... But then I panicked and backed out.

But hey! On the bright side, I found a pack of condoms in my brother's room. UNUSED, obviously. God, that would be soooo gross... But anyways, the night is still young. I already told my parents that I was going to Carl's house tonight to 'study.'

Now this time, when I come back, I'd really be a real "woman with experience.~"

Time skip!~

You arrived at Carl's house, knocking on the door. Carl opened it.

"Y/n? What are you doing here-er I mean, I'm glad you're here! Though normally you'd call me first...?" Carl was clearly surprised by your random visit... You could tell why.

"Carl... Is there a reason why you're in your boxers?" You giggled slightly as you walked in.

"Oh, sh*t." He didn't even realize it. He tried to cover himself up as he closed the door. Putting on a random pair of shorts on the floor, he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

"Anyways, uh, what are you doing here?"

"I-um. Are you the only one here?"

"Yeah," Carl said. "Everyone else is out doing something tonight-"

"For the rest of the night?!"

Carl scrunched his eyebrows at your sudden enthusiasm. "Uh, yeah. At least that's what they all said."

"Good cause- I have something to tell you." You were clearly eager. "Let's go to your room!"

"Umm, okay?" Carl gave you a small smirking look. He was confused but somewhat excited to hear what you wanted to say. Perhaps he had a feeling...~

Time skip!~

You closed the door behind you; slowly, you turned around to see Carl standing there in slight confusion.

"So, what's up?" He asked.

You held your hands behind your back, holding a pack of condoms.

"So, listen... I've been thinking. All my friends already did these, and well, I kind of want to do this too... Though I never did it before." You were so stiff standing there trying to explain to him want you wanted without admitting it. You knew you'd be discussed in yourself if you'd flat-out asked. Your parents didn't raise you to be- 'horny.'

"Are you asking..." Carl's smile grew as he got closer to you. "What, I think you're asking?!"

You couldn't even say another word. Completely embarrassed, your cheeks were now red as you extended your hand out to him. Giving him the condom as you looked away.

Carl then grabbed it; slowly, though. To him, this felt like a dream. Like many dreams before, he dreamt of you and him doing 'lots of things.' Though every time he prayed, it wasn't a dream, and this time, his dream came true.

"A-are you sure?!" He tried to be gentle with the following words he said, but he was clearly excited. You looked at him in his eyes and nodded. With your hands hiding behind your back, you let him take the lead.

He smirked as he slowly grabbed your face; slowly, he leaned in, kissing you sweetly. Then he pulled away. Your face was inches away from his as he looked at you in the eyes. "I'll go slow. I promise." He said, now fully smiling.

All you could do was blush as he nibbled on your neck, gently pushing you against the door. He grabbed ahold of your hip as he moved to your ear. Nibbling it playfully. You could feel the smirk that stretched across his face. All you did was bite your lip as you felt 'that feeling' grow stronger.

Carl moved back to your neck as he attacked it; he laid his hands all over you, touching you, groping you. As he pressed his body against yours.

"Ahh..." A low, breathy moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, fully accepting this. You could feel your body heat intensifying with every touch.

Carl then pulled himself away from you. He looked into your eyes deeply then he kissed your lips passionately. Squeezing your breasts, causing you to open your mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. He didn't even ask for permission. He didn't need to.

"Mhmm..." Your moan was muffled as he groaned into your mouth. Grinding his pelvis onto yours, causing more friction. He then pulled away, and a string of saliva connected your lips. He smiled, taking a breath as he sneakily slithered both his hands under your shirt.

"Nee!" You squealed, feeling his cold hands touching your bare stomach. You looked him in the eyes. He was looking at your stomach, then he looked at you. Your eyes meant, and you could tell he was about to do something; he had that evil smirk on his face.

Then quickly, he groped your breasts, causing you to squeal. But most importantly, Carl was shocked. His hands were still touching your bare nipples-

"What? No bra?" He says teasingly.

You just blushed as you grabbed his hands. Looking away with embarrassment. He smirks, then he lifts your shirt exposing your breasts. You yelp, not expecting this. The cold air now surrounds your nipples.

You wanted to close your eyes, but you couldn't. Something about the way Carl looked at you as he slowly kneeled down, leaning closer to your boobs.

He licked his lips, not breaking any eye contact as he did so. Then he engulfed your left nipple into his mouth. Liking it as he played with the other one.

This sensation was so new to you. Quickly you shut your eyes, biting your lips in the process. You shuddered at the first contact. Now you moaned quietly, shuddering with each stroke his tongue made, as you quivered underneath him.

Then he stopped. You opened your eyes to look at him. He had that playful smirk on his face again. Your eyes made eye contact as he slowly kissed the center of your chest, going down to your stomach. You scrunched up. He thought it was cute, smirking even more, knowing he had this effect on you.

And then he finally got down to your belt. He looked up at you then he undid your belt, throwing it somewhere.

"Take off your shirt." He demanded. As he playfully pulled down your skirt.

You threw away your shirt in the same direction. What you didn't expect was Carl to quickly hoist you up onto his shoulder.

"H-HEY!"

He then threw you onto the bed. Not even giving you a second to sit up, he pounced onto you. Towering over your fragile body...

"You- You said you'd be gentle." You said with a slight giggly tone.

All Carl did was take off his shirt as he pinned you to the bed. "I will, later, though." He then bit your neck hard, causing you to groan. As you were distracted, his hand slowly found its way down to your panty.

Slithering its way under it, he sneaks his way into you. Putting a finger into your entrance. Your moan became more lewded.

"Mm- Carl~" You grabbed onto his shoulders as you looked him in the eyes. "P-Please." You begged.

Without any hesitation, Carl quickly sat up. Taking his hand away from your area, you whined in disappointment, wiggling around like a baby.

"Stop wiggling." He said while smiling. He was so eager to get your panties off, throwing them away in the process. He couldn't stop looking at your 'lower lips.'

Then he grabbed your legs, spreading them apart. He looked you in the eye as he smirked; slowly, he lowered his head down to your lady part. And out of nowhere, you felt him. His wet tongue, that is. He wasn't quiet about it either. You could hear all the lewd noises he was making. The slurping sounds... everything.

You held on to the sheets for dear life. Moaning your heart out. You were so close... But Carl didn't give it to you. He pulled away, sitting up in the process. Whipping away the juices on his lips. He smirks.

"Not yet~," He says as he removes his pants. You can clearly see his boner... "Like what you see?" He says playfully. You just blushed even more as he slowly pulled his underwear down. He then applied the condom.

"Ready?"

You closed your eyes and nodded. You felt really nervous, but you also felt excited. Then without any hesitation on his part, he shoves it in you.

You opened your eyes, biting your lip hard. Your back arched as you felt the pain. Carl leaned in, hugging you as he kissed you sweetly. You both felt the blood dripping down your 'areas.'

"Are you okay?" He whispered in your ear.

A tear rolled down your cheek. "Just- give me a second." You said in-between low breathes.

A few minutes passed, and you gave Carl the go-ahead. He started off slowly. Not looking away from you as he pleases you. The room was now filled with moans as the bed started creaking. Soon after, you felt that tight knot. You asked Carl if he could go harder. You didn't even need to say more after that.

His speed dramatically increased as both your moans and groans became louder, filthier, more lewded as you both got closer.

Carl grabbed your hands, holding them as his thrusts got sloppier.

"I'm close..." He muttered, groaning with sweat. All you did was moan as you nodded your head. Holding his hands tighter as if to say you were close too.

Soon enough, you both released. You spazzing as your back arched, moaning Carl's name as he held your hips tightly while he injects his sperm into the condom.

After that, you two lay there for a hot minute. Surrounded with your sweat and the stench of freshly made sex roamed the room. Your body temperatures engulfed you both comfortably.

A few minutes later, Carl removed his di*k from in you, and he took off the condom, throwing it in the process.

You just looked at him a smirked as he looked down on you. Smiling, he said, "So, how was it?"

You smiled excitedly, pulling out another condom; you said- "Ready for round two?"

Carl smiled at that.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #shameless fans #innocent reader #shameless fandom #request #requested

[v3nusxsky]

Hello love your writing :))

I wanted to ask if you could write a story either about Larissa or Lucifer, they need to punish their partner and they use „longterm“ denial over a whole weekend and reader is just yearning for release after the weekend and Larissa/Lucifer gets soft after the fulfilled punishment and give them the best orgasm ever :)) you can involve other punishment methods as well :) but some cute fluff and praise at the end would be great :) thank you 🔥🥰

Be my good doll 18+

*Authors note~ i choose Larissa purely bc I don’t feel I can write lucifer well but may I highly suggest my darling friend @littledollll who will be able to handle a luci version <3*

Trigger warnings~ long term orgasm denial, mommy kink daddy kink shifted cock oral very smutty smut

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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For the past two days all you could think of was her. No one but you would’ve been brave enough to be a brat towards the headmistress of Nevermore, and that’s why you landed up being tied to the bed, a ruthless vibe working diligently between your legs as Larissa watched on. Her intense gaze at your leaking cunt truly should’ve made you feel embarrassed but it was having the opposite effect. Larissa would bring you right to the edge only to rip you away from it. If you wanted to act like a whore then you’d certainly be treated like one.

Larissa did this till your brain was nothing but a pile of mush, your whines of need being strictly ignored as your cunt clenched against thin air. “If you want to act like a whore doll then mommy will treat you like one” she all but purred at you, laughing slightly as a few stray tears fell from your eyes, “now now pretty dolls don’t cry, you brought this all on yourself. You’re not to touch or cum until mommy lets you, understood?” Truly her tone alone was leaving no room for any kind of arguments, you nodded and attempted to gain control over your emotions. You knew you could safe word, but this was a punishment and safe wording just to avoid it was wrong. Larissa untied you and cradled you in her lap, wrapping their arms tightly around you in comfort.

That was two days ago, you were feeling like you’d explode if you’re honest. Nothing you did would quell the burning pit of need within you. You need her to fuck you until your brain was nothing but mush. Larissa didn’t make things easy, every night she mad the habit of teasing you, making sure you thought your punishment was at the end before fucking herself right in front of you, fully on display with ample amount of sound, almost as if she was trying to get you to fail your punishment. You wouldn’t. You shouldn’t t. And you most definitely couldn’t.

Two whole days, you were near enough exploding with need, that’s when you came back into your shared chambers to find your lover in a new lacy set bought specifically for your eyes only. You tried to keep your gaze on her face, you couldn’t allow yourself to fail here. Looking like an angel from heaven she crooked her index finger seductively, her gaze anything innocent, a complete contrast to her Lacy white set. “Mommy?” You whined, your need more evident than you wanted it to be. “Oh my doll, you’ve taken your punishment so well darling. Mommy is so proud of you that she wanted to give you a special treat. Do you like it?” She purred gesturing to her hardly clothed body. “Yes mommy. Thank you” you choked out finally allowing your gaze to run all over her body.

You knew how this would go, Larissa would follow the same routine as any other punishment, it’s something that calmed you. You instantly kneeled next to the bed and looked at your lover, “I’m sorry mommy. I won’t be bratty again in that way. I’m only mommy’s girl I’d never stray” you whimper and you see the way her eyes darken at the last part. “Say it again doll” she teased and you instantly complied. “So you can be a good girl” she mused as if it was the first time, “get up here doll, you know what you need to do to show mommy just how sorry you are.”

After climbing up on the bed, watching Larissa shuffle back into the pillows you gave her a sweet kiss. As the kids deepened the need grew but you knew she had to cum first, to show how truly sorry you were. Larissa allowed you to take her set off piece by piece as you showered her with love and kisses. Only when you made your way down your body did she bring a hand to your hair and tug your head upwards, “mouth only my sweet doll” she warned before allowing you to continue.

When your breath hit her core she gasped, truly the two day punishment was driving her just a mad as you. When your tongue swiped at the wetness there you saw Larissa could’ve cried. You knew just how to please her. Her hands gripping the headboard and her bucking her hips against your face, practically fucking herself on your face, she was able to approach a very much needed climax. When you felt her legs tremble you knew she was close so you gripped onto her hips hard enough to bruise as you guided her movements and moaned around her sensitive clit. With a cry from the older woman you rewarded with a gush of cum from her pretty pussy as it spasmed around your tongue, you making sure to get every last drop.

She caught her breath before managing to move from your face, chuckling at you as your tongue darted around to get any remaining cum it could. “Look at the little cum slut. Are you needy precious girl?” She purred trailing her fingers lightly over your body. “Mommy need so bad” you mumbled trying to stop your voice from quivering as badly as your thighs were. You watched as Larissa surprised you by shifting her female anatomy to male. Truly, the sight was nothing short of magnificent. “Oh fuck mommy? Daddy? Oh fuck” you whined confused on what your girlfriend would prefer.

“Either baby, I don’t mind just pick one” she murmured answering your unasked question. “Daddy please” you whimpered eyeing her cock. “Are you sorry doll?” You whimpered watching her stroke her impressive length, “I’m sorry daddy, I won’t do it again” you pleaded and she could see the truth lingering in your eyes. “I know doll, you took your punishment well baby” she reassured you while lining her cock up with your leaking hole. “Doll, I’m going fuck you okay? It’s a little bigger than the toys because it’s more realistic. I don’t want to hurt you baby. You remember safe word?” She truly meant this. “Yes daddy. It’s red” you stated and she nodded before pushing her length into you slowly.

Tears prickled at your eyes, your inner walls stretching around her even though she stilled her hips allowing you to adjust. “Daddy” you whimpered as a few stray tears fell. “You’re doing so good for me doll, such a good girl for me” she kissed the tears away. Soon enough pain morphed into pleasure and you subconsciously your hips bucked upwards causing your girlfriend to chuckle, “such a needy girl for daddy aren’t you? “

When she started to move, you truly wondered if anything would feel as good as her inside of you. Actually her and not some plastic fake dick. “Oh god doll, so tight for me. Fuck so warm and wet doll, making daddy feel so good” she panted out her, the thrusting of her hips and moans tumbling from her lips stealing her breath. All you could do was whine and mewl at the sensations she provided as you came close to your peak embarrassingly quick. “Daddy please I can’t I need” you whimpered your train of thought jumping around manically. “I know doll let go” she murmured coming to kiss and such on your pulse point. You came with a scream of her name, your cunt squeezing her cock in its vice tight grip as your cum coated it and leaked slightly onto the sheets.

You thought she’d stop there, but she didn’t, she kept fucking you despite the whimpers of “no please daddy no sensitive” you were repeating. “Come on doll give daddy one more” she all but moaned out. And that’s what you did, you came again, squeezing her dick as she spurted cum up into your needy cunt causing an almost pornographic moan to tumble from your lips. And the sensation of peeing ? That was new. “Isa? What oh god did I pee?!” The panic rising through you. “No darling, you squirted love, it’s okay it’s perfectly natural and now I know you can do it I’m going to have so much fun with you” she murmured eyes seemingly transfixed on your sensitive core.

You flopped back against the bed and held an arm over your eyes, “god I’m so embarrassed!” You whined causing Larissa to chuckle at you, “it’s okay baby. Let me change the sheets and then me and my good girl can have a bath can’t we.” A quick kiss placed on your lips as she set about running a bath and changing the sheets, just letting you have your space to come back down to earth. That was one hell of a reward.

Word count~ 1598

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #weems #principal weems #weems x reader #principle weems

[cherrybvmbx]

Vada camping with R and encountering a brown bear.

The Misadventures of Camping with Vada

(just a little comedic relief oneshot with Vada and Fem Reader )

Warnings:Mediocre writing, Mentions of Weed

“Y/N??!”

 

Her voice rang clearly as you were pitching the tent.

 

“What V? I can't stop now. I have to get the tent pitched before the rain comes rolling in. Which, by the way, reminds me to scold you. I told you to check the weather before we left.”

 

Vada whined in the background, trying to get her attention.

 

Y/N, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO WORRY ABOUT THE WEATHER OR THE TENT WE HAVE BIGGER FISH TO FRY, I MEAN MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH EMPHASIZE ON MUCH BIGGER THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT.”

 

Y/N chuckled wryly.

 

“V I told you to lay off the weed. It's not doing you any favors; you're probably just seeing sh*t. After all, I don't hear anything, and this tent won't pitch itself.”

 

Vada tugged and tugged at Y/N's sleeve.

 

She finally finished pitching the tent and turned to face Vada. She gently swept a piece of hair behind her ear.

 

“Now what's the matter, V? What's the bigger fish we have to deal with?”

 

Vada huffed in annoyance and made a gesture to the wilderness.

 

Seriously, V, you knew it was in the woods. This isn't camping in yours or Mia's backyard; this is backwoods camping. The real shit.”

 

She glanced around the wooded area, but nothing caught her eye. She huffed in annoyance and grabbed the wood to start a fire.

 

V, where did you get your weed from? I've seen you behave all wonky because of this shit, but this stuff seems to be laced.

 

Vada huffed 

 

“Some kid in the parking lot. It's not out of the norm. You know, Mia says that this kid is trustworthy. Mia also said that I should just relax and trust her instincts and my own, and you know that I know that she has yet to fail me!”

 

She sent a knowing glare at the short girl. It wasn't jealousy; it was just pure annoyance at how oblivious and naive Vada is and how trusting she is. It was cute, but it would also likely be her demise.

 

 

 

Perhaps you should sit down or maybe wind down in the tent... for now, and I'll get you when I find it to be suitable.

 

Vada whined at the girl and begged and pleaded for her not to set her to the side.

 

 

“Please Y/N I'm not a child; I wish you wouldn't scold me like I'm one, and I wish you wouldn't place me to the side either. I'm not completely dumb; I can contribute to this camping stuff like fetching sticks or leaves. Is that what you need?”

 

She couldn't help but raise a brow at her.

 

“V? The fire is already going, and what in the hell would I need leaves for? If you want to help, you can use the bucket I brought and go straight forward to the creek side to fetch some water.”

 

 

Vada grabbed the bucket, muttered under her breath, and headed down the path she was instructed to go down. She kneeled down, scooped up some water, and sat by the creek as she watched a school of trout swim. She was entranced by how they swam in a group.

 

Suddenly, she saw a cute baby cub. She slowly approached it and went to pet it, because how many opportunities do you get like this? A loud growl filled the air. A mother bear and a bunch more cubs came to the corner. She was feeling threatened. She stood on her hind legs and snarled loudly. She drew her arm back to go and swipe at Vada, causing the stoned but small girl to quickly bolt with the bucket in her arms, water splashing everywhere.

 

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!!!!”

 

She was panicking. She dropped the bucket and dived behind Y/N.

 

The more resourceful girl turned to look at Vada.

 

“What did you do, and what did you see?”

 

Vada pointed toward the direction where the mother bear decided to come from.

 

Y/N shrieked a bit, scooped up Vada, and booked it into the car.

 

“YOU ANGERED A MOMMA BEAR?!

 

The bear aggressively shook the car.

 

Causing the girls to yell in panic.

 

The girl reached into the backseat and grabbed a bear-repellent spray. She cracked open the window in panic and sprayed at the bear, causing it to run off. She laid over in Vada's lap.

 

“How did you somehow manage to get us nearly killed by a bear?”

 

Vada shrank back in the seat.

 

“It wasn't intentionally Y/N? I just wanted to pet the cute baby bear. Can you blame me? I mean, it was cute and fuzzy like a teddy!”

 

She sighed

 

“You are literally going to be the death of me.

#vada cavell #vada x reader #x reader #reader insert #jenna ortega #female reader

[smokeybrandreviews]

Multiverse of Madness

I am an unapologetic Adventure Time apologist. i think it was one of the greatest shows ever created and deserves all the love it gets. AT saved Cartoon Network back in the day and spawned so many creators who would, in turn, leave their mark on the industry. Without AT, there is no Steven Universe or that other one with the fighting i guess? The influence of Adventure Time gave credence to the potential popularity of shows like nuShe-Ra and nuVoltron. Those characters are iconic and full of so much depth. Finn Mertens, Jake the Dog, Bonnibel Bubblegum; All of them have become stalwarts of cartoon history. Like, Marceline Abadeer is one of my all-time favorite characters in fiction. When Distant Lands aired, i was emotionally devastated. Obviously, Obsidian was mys sh*t but Together Again brought me to tears. That's how much this show meant to me, so when Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake was announced, i was all over it. I was mad curious how this would play out. Would it be just a romp through a gender-swapped Ooo? Would the target audience still be kids or would the show be a more mature take since the original kids were now wayward adults? So many questions. Well, Fionna and Cake is over and i have thoughts.

First thing first, This show is not about Fionna and Cake. It is on a superficial level but they're more a plot device who participates in the narrative. Fionna and Cake is about Simon Petrikov coming to terms with the loss of Betty Groff and how his relationship with her, was toxic as f*ck. Like, holy sh*t, was it bad! The co-dependency was insane! I mean, you got glimpses of that throughout Betty's arc in the original AT (Betty literally leaping through a Hambo powered time rift, her problematic Magic Woman phase, and the eventual wish that turned her into f*cking GolBetty, all for her "love" of Simon) but this chick was as obsessed with Simon as Simon was with her. When she transcended and become a deity of pure chaos, Simon was left in a depression spiral that, ultimately, shook the core of the goddamn multiverse. And i say that with no hyperbole. F*cking Ice King, put the entire multiverse of Adventure Time in jeopardy, because he missed his boo. What follows is, one of the most well thought out and executed romps through a multiverse narrative I've seen outside of f*cking comic books. I don't want to spoil anything but the first nine episodes of this show are brilliant, rivaling the very best Adventure Time has to offer. The tenth? Not so much.

Fionna and Cake definitely botches the landing, especially coming off such incredibly strong episodes as the three right before it. Again, no details, but, holy sh*t, were those three episodes great. Seriously, watch this show, it's f*cking fantastic. The Simon stuff is definitely the heart of this narrative but what about the show's namesake? The Fionna and Cake bits are good but i never really felt as invested in their story as i was in Simon's trials. It's not like their stuff was bad, per sey, it just didn't feel as... dire? I don't know, i felt more for the characters around them than i did the characters themselves? Don't misunderstand me, i enjoyed their arc. Fionna and Cake struggling with their own identities and coming to terms with who they are was cool and all but, ultimately, it felt more sub than main plot, which is weird because it's their show. Fionna and Cake are basically the inciting action which informs the entire plot but i never really feel like that's a thing. Plus, there is this very important aspect to their character which, kind of never really plays into the overarching conflict, with the exception of a particularly gruesome scene, and i feel like that was a missed opportunity. As an overall production and viewing experience, Fionna and Cake is f*cking exquisite.

The stuff i said about Fionna and Cake is true, to an extent. True for me, i guess. People may get more out of their arc than i did, which is fine, that's a point subjectivity. What isn't subjective is how well this show is produced. Seriously, the art style is familiar, yet, more detailed. The characters are well performed, each true to their own personality beats. But it was the worlds we visited that truly hammered home the butterfly effect, the effect Simon had, on all of those worlds. I loved every second of that experience and, while they didn't fully stick the landing, there were great aspects of that tenth episode. Fionna and Cake turned out to be ten episodes of solid, adult, Adventure Time narrative that felt organic. It didn't feel like a cashgrab or desperate attempt at Max to pull in viewers. It felt like, after the absolutely brilliant reception to Distant Lands, that HBO understood there was a market for a show like that and they just let the staff create. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake isn't perfect, it's definitely got it's flaws, but of the content I've seen this year, it's easily some of the best. Whether you're a fan of the old world of Ooo, or just interested in what "adult" animation has to offer, this show is one of the best examples of the art form. It was a strong watch and i definitely recommend a viewing.

#Adventure Time #Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake #Fionna and Cake #Fionna Campbell #Cake the Cat #Simon Petrikov

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

TW: bitty melting alive

”Muh-Mummah? Is ow new home scawwy?” The young little Cherry asked, as he rested on his new Mummah’s palm. He was the youngest of his litter, and hadn’t even reached full bitty adulthood yet. He had just been adopted and was more than excited to get to his new home.

“Of course not, sweatheart. You’re gonna love your new home! I’m actually a baker, you know? And Im sure you’ll love all the yummy little pastries I'll make for you. In fact, I decided to adopt you because I thought I could use a little extra sweetness in my life!” She said with a soothing, gentle voice, as she gently booped the thumb-sized skeleton on his nose cavity with the thumb of her other hand.

Cherry giggled like a little kid and, for the first time on his short life, he felt safe and loved. Little red tears of joy formed on his eyes as he held on to his Mummah’s thumb, wrapping both his arms around it. He closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and content, excited to get home and recieve all that love that Mummah promised. He finally drifted off to sleep, thinking about all the wonderful things his new Mummah had in store for him.

When they arrived home, Mummah gently placed Cherry on the counter and began unpacking the little bag with all bitty necessity items. A tiny portable potty, an extra pair of clothes, a matchbox-sized box of diapers, and a small packet of bitty kibble that would last for a week at least.

“Mummah? Upsie pwease?” Little Cherry asked enthusiatically as he spread out his arms. However, she didn’t respond as she listed off the items she had just unpacked, she seemed to be thinking to herself about something. Cherry could only make out the words "oven" and "quick", unable to figure out what she was talking about specifically.

“Mummah?” Cherry repeated as he extended his arms hoping she would pick him up again, tears formed in his little eyes at her silence. He didn’t like being ignored “Mummah!!! Upsie!!! PWEASE?”

“In a moment sweetie, I'm deciding which things I’ll actually need from here.” After a minute of whining and crying from Cherry, she finally decided she’d throw everything away aside from the diapers. “There we go, I don’t think you’ll need a potty just yet. You seem pretty young after all, not even a full adult just yet, your bones are still soft and squishy. Just the perfect thing I need for my-“ she stopped herself in her tracks. "Oh I mean, so soft and squishy, how adorable!".

Cherry felt a bit offended by that, and a little hurt. His face turned a little red as he stared at Mummah, hoping she’d maybe take it back or at least pick him up again. He wasn’t a baby! He was just young but he was about to turn into an adult in a few months! However, it seemed like Cherry had only payed attention to the last bit, as he panicked and demanded Mummah to stop once he saw her throwing his stuff on the trash.

“W-W-WAIT MUH-MUMMAH STOOP!! DOS ARE MY THINGIES!!”

“Oh sweetie, you wont need those. I’ll get you even better clothes and feed you super yummy food! Much better and yummier than that dry bitty kibble”

“Yu-yummier?”

“Yes! In fact, how about we get you all nice and clean and then you can feast in as many treats as you want!” Cherry beamed at that, a nice warm bath and yummy treats sounded really nice right now. Compared to the cold showers and dry kibble from the adoption center, this sounded like pure luxury. He jumped up and down as he cheered with joy, hoping Mummah would carry him to the promised warm bath, and she did.

He saw as she filled a plastic bucket with water and grabbed a frog shaped sponge. He giggled when she made a little voice for the frog and he greeted it back, playing along. Once she placed the sponge down, Mummah sweetly instructed him to take his tiny clothes off. Cherry was unsure about that, he had never been “nakey” in front of anyone other than other bitties. It’s not like he had anything to hide, but he was still pretty ashamed. She insisted, promising that the water in the little pot was nice and that he would recieve a yummy treat after this. After a lot of convincing, he finally relented. He carefully slipped out of his tiny red sweater and little pants and carefully placed them on the side of the sink.

Mummah politely thanked him and carefully grabbed him to place him inside the bucket. Cherry was expecting her to gently place him inside the water, after all this was his very first bath at home. He didn’t expect her to drop him so suddenly in the water, neither did he expect the water to be so, so hot…

“AAAAAAAA MUMMAH MUMMAH HURTS HURTS IT HURTS IT HOT PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT HOT TOO HOT” he screeched in a panic. Everything was great and perfect a second ago, why was it so hot? Why did she drop him like that?? Why did it hurt?

”Oh sorry sweetie, you need this bath. You smell terrible, like straight up dog waste, and I cannot let that putrid smell inside my house. I also don’t want you spreading any more of those germs you brought from the adoption center. But dont worry sweetie this will just hurt a bit, then we can cuddle and you’ll get those sweet yummy treats I promised!” She giggled, she didn’t seemed phased by his screeching and begging.

Cherry seemed close to a panic attack, like was usual for his breed. The water was scalding hot, it burnt his bones and even caused certain bit of his bones to flake off. It burnt like an absolute nightmare. He cried, he screeched, he pissed himself out of panic and fear. It hurt, it burnt, please make it stop. He tried climbing out of the bucket but she simply pushed him back down, it was too tall for him anyways so its not like he could actually escape.

Cherry thought that she would finally take him out of the boiling water once he saw her hand reaching out to him. But instead, she grabbed him in place with one hand, while the other had the frog-shaped sponge on hand. The sponge had two sides, a soft one and a raspy one made of metal. She decided it would be best to use the raspy metal side.

The seemingly innocent sponge began scrubbing all of Cherry’s tiny body. It hurt, it scratched and even caused bits of his bones to flake off even more. It was too much stress and pain for a little bitty of his age and size. Bitties were delicate things, they needed special sponges and scrubbers that were gentle on their bones. This one clearly was made for dishes, yet it seemed like the scrubber side was completely intact, almost as if it was new.

Once that was done, Cherry could only breathe for a bit until she grabbed the soap bottle, shoving the opening on his mouth and squeezing. In seconds, Cherry felt a yucky, sticky substance entering his mouth. He coughed and cried. Then it began filling his eye sockets, his ribcage and his nose cavity. He couldnt breathe. It burnt his insides and irritated his internal magic, all he could do was scream and cry. Begging for this nightmare to end. All he wanted right now was to eat those yummy treats she had promised and take another nap. He could barely breathe and choked as he kept being forced to swallow soap. He felt he was about to dust out of sheer panic.

Finally, she roughly grabbed him again, squeezing his ribcage, and began dunking him in and out of the water bucket nonstop. Cherry couldn’t breathe. He choked on the water and even almost threw up a bit. The constant dunking was too much, and the soap was still inside his skull and mouth. It seemed it wouldnt wash off. The dunking got faster and Cherry could feel like his skull was about to pop off due to the sheer ammount of force being used. He began getting dizzy.

Finally, Mummah decided he was clean enough and took him out of the water. She gently dried him up with an extra fluffy towel and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, calling him a good boy. Cherry was still crying, sobbing out loud like a newborn baby, but it slowly began subsiding into tiny little sobs. This was way too scary for him and he would need some time to get over it.

She gently placed him on the bed, still wrapped in the towel like a burrito, a whispered sweet little words on his ear. She shushed his crying and told him she loved him a lot. This seemed to ease the little bitty. As his crying and sobbing finally stopped and he went back to giggling like a baby once Mummah began tickling his little ecto belly. Cherry could feel his little stomach rumbling, he was beginning to get hungry.

“Um, Mummah? Cam I hav a tweat now pwease?” Cherry asked as he fiddled with his tiny thumbs. His bones were still sore but he felt better now. Everything was better now that Mummah loved him again. She giggled at his nervousness.

“Of course, sweetie. But before I make you a treat, how about we play for a bit and then you take a nap. Im sure that bath shook you a bit, hm?” She suggested, and Cherry couldn’t say no to such a suggestion. He loved to play! And naps! Those were like his second and third favorite things after yummy treats! He excitedly agreed and jumped up and down, still wrapped in the towel.

“UM, Muh-Mummah? Cam I hav mak cloths back pwease?” Cherry asked, feeling a bit self conscious.

“Oh sweetie, it looks like your tiny little clothes fell into the bathroom's garbage can, I'm really sorry about that." "W-WHAT?? MY- MY CWOTES AWE GONE??" Cherry was about to go back to crying like he was a minute ago. His clothes!! His favorite clothes were gone!! "Oh but dont you worry, we’re gonna play a very fun yet messy game! Im sure you wouldn't have want ed your clothes to get dirty, right?”

Cherry sniffled a little, trying to keep it together for Mummah, he didn't want to make her angry and get another awful bath. He tried to be positive about it, and part of him was excited at the prospect of not being limited by his tiny clothes while playing, so he cleaned the few tears that formed on his eyes and nodded, agreeing to whatever game Mummah wanted to play.

Mummah gently picked Cherry up, finally unwrapping him and letting him go free. Cherry was a bit nervous but also excited by being allowed to play without his clothes on, it felt freeing and new! Back in the adoption center, everyone would always yell at him and call him “a disgusting piece of shit” whenever he tried taking his clothes off. He would cry himself to sleep at that.

Once they arrived at the kitchen, Mummah placed him on the counter. She took out a huge plate and a huge container with a funny looking substance.

“Alright, sweetie. This is baking dough, now this isn’t for eating ok? This dough is only for playing. You can make any shapes and figures you want and once we’re done you can take a little nap!” She gleefully showed him how to shape dough and how to play with it. Oh, it was mushy and soft! Cherry had never felt anything like this before!

He spent at least three and a half hours shaping and making little dough figures alongside Mummah. He made tiny snowmen, stars and little cats his size. He made little flowers and gave them to Mummah, who was flattered, and even made a biiig dough heart with the writing “i <3 Mummah” on it. It was so much fun!! So much better than the horrible bath he had just experienced. Cherry was having so much fun, but he also felt a bit hungry and tired.

Mummah seemed to notice and offered to shape him a little comfy bed made of dough. At first, Cherry giggled at the idea, but he was pretty tired and the dough was so soft and squishy! Maybe a nap wasn’t such a bad idea…

Cherry laid down on the little square, and Mummah made sure to tuck him in with a thick sheet of dough on top of his body to keep him warm. He rested in the soft substance and felt comforted as Mummah made sure he was nicely tucked in place. She even offered him an actual cherry as a treat before naptime! Yummy!

Cherry ate the whole thing and finally drifted off to sleep with a full tummy and a soft bed made of dough. He slept, dreaming of wonderful things, of all the amazing adventures he and Mummah could go on together on the future, and he dreamt of getting lots of kissies and cuddles from her whenever he needed it. However, as his wonderful dreams progressed, Cherry began noticing that things began looking weirder and weirder everytime. The birght blue sky on his dream seemed to redden and his Mummah was nowhere to be found. The air felt hotter too, strange...

Suddenly, Cherry awoke in a panic as he realized the air began getting a little too hot in real life too. He realized he was in some sort of tiny room where a bright light was blinding him completely, so he had to squint his eyes. He began to sweat and panicked even more. Cherry tried getting off his doughy little bed but soon realized that he was immobile, it seemed like the dough had began hardening and even some bits had stuck to his bones a little too well. He was basically immobile from the neck down, and his skull has held in place by the once comfortable dough pillow he rested his head in.

"MUMMAH?? MUH-MUMMAH? WERE AWE YOU!!!! MUMMAH!!! MUMMAH HAWP PWEASE???" He couldn't move, all he could do was cry in a panic and try to free himself from the hardening dough. Surely Mummah would hear him and go to his rescue, right? She probably left him in this tiny room so he could rest better without nay disturbances, but now he was awake and needed help getting out of his doughy prison.

"MUMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!" He tried increasing his volume as best as he could but all he did was damage his throat. It hurt, but oh no, the temperature was seemingly getting higher. He was sweating magic now. His ecto body seemed to begin stinging due to how hot things were getting inside.

Cherry began panicking even more and his screaming increased once he felt his skull flaking off again. Oh god, it burns, its too hot in here, please make it stop pelase, it hurts so bad, please. He tried screaming, screeching. Calling out to Mummah, but it seemed like she couldn't hear him. Surely she was near, right? She would NEVER leave little baby Cherry all alone in such a hot room, right????

"MUMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! PWEASE HWEP PWEASE HEWP PWEASE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT HURFS PWEASE MUMMAAAAH" he screeched. His bones began cracking, little red magic leaking out of every single crack. His ecto body seemed to be boiling and the magic flesh began ripping and cracking at the surface, mixing with the burning dough.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MUMMAH HELP MUMMAH MOM HELP ME HELP ME PLEASE IT HURTS OH GOD IM BURNING MOM IM BURNING PLEASE HELP ME PLEEEASEE HELP HELP HELP ME SOMEONE HELP PLEASE" Cherry could feel his bones begin melting under the dough, losing their skeletical shape and becoming one with the soon-to-be bread. He could feel the top of his skull melting and sinking into itself. It seemed like bitty magic wasn't made to withstand high temperatures like those.

His skull kept melting, until his eye sockets were sealed shut by the process itself. His mouth melted shut as well. Anything under his neck was now a simple, shapeless mass that flawlessly seemed to mix with the dough. The dusting process seemed to have been halted by the melting itself, as if the dust began liquefying instead of crumbling down.

Cherry was still conscious, feeling everything. Feeling as his body turned into goo. Unable to scream, breathe or see anymore. His skull's face was now featureless and barely even looked like a skull anymore. He could only think to himself, as his consciousness slipped away and his entire being simply began fading from existence itself. It wasn't even a definitive sudden death like any other bitty would get once dusted. It was slow, so incredibly slow.

He wasn't even completely gone just yet. But he could barely feel anything at all. He could feel himself blending with the dough, becoming one with the pastry. Becoming yet another ingredient on the list. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he was gone. No one would remember him, and he didn't even get to reach full adulthood like the rest of his litter did.

Mummah entered the kitchen and excitedly peeked through the oven window. Giggling as she saw the dough rise and take shape.

"Oh! Looks like my cherry pie is ready!~"

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty torture #bitty bullying #bittybones #cherry #cherry bitty #If you see any grammar mistakes no you didnt <3

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1059: Group of Friends (Epithet Erased)

3:34 p.m. at Sweet Jazz City's Boardwalk........

Phoenicia: (Gasps Loudly and Eyes Sparkled at What is in Front of Her) S-S-Sh-Sh-S-Sh

Trixie: (Sighs While Rolling Their Eyes) And Cue the obnoxious cuteness overload in 3.......2-

Phoenicia: (Happily Picks Up the Golden Sheep From Sylvie's Lap and Hugs It) SHEEEEEEEP!~

Trixie: Huh. A second early. Should be a new record.

Phoenicia: You can summon these bundle of cuteness at will?~

Sylvie: (Simply Nodded While Sitting Next to Molly on a Bench) As many as I want. Sheeps were my favorite animals growing up, so it wasn't too surprising that summoning them happens to be one of the abilities my epithet allows me to use.

Trixie: (Takes a Closer Look at the Sheep While Rubbing Their Chin) Not a bad ability you got there, doc. (Turns to Sylvie) Can they do anything besides being fluffy and cute? Or get adopted by sheep girl over here?

Phoenicia: I'm gonna name him Chuck!~

Chuck the Sheep: ('Bahhhhhh')

Sylvie: (Smiles Sheepishly) They.....don't really do much in terms of offensive attacks. B-But they can form together a pretty solid defense wall if I can summoning twenty or more of them.

Molly: (Smiles Brightly) They can even form a fluffy pillow and bed to nap on.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: SUCH MAGNIFICENCE!!~ (Clasps her Hands Together and Closes her Eyes) This is it. (Opens her Eyes Again) I cannot keep hiding my inner feelings any longer. (Points Up at the Sky With Full Determination Written All Over Her Face) TODAY IS THE DAY I SHALL POP THE QUESTION!!

Sylvie: I'm sorry, what now?

Molly: Oh no.

Trixie: (Covers Their Face Up In Pure Annoyance and Embarrassment) Stoooooooooppppp!....

Phoenicia: (Gives Chuck to Molly) Hold my baby boy for me, will you, Molly?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: (Gives her Best Friend a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Feenie, don't this.

Phoenicia: I shall and must! (Turns Away and Clears Her Throat Before Turning Back to Sylvie With a Lovely Dovey Look on her Face) Dr. Sylvester Ashling~

Sylvie: (Starts Getting Confused on What's Happening Right Now) Uhh...yes? Also, you can just call me Sylvie if you want.

Phoenicia: Lovely nickname, but that's beside the point. (Gently Grab Sylvie's Hand) Would you make me the happiest girl in the world and marry m-

Trixie: OKAY! I'm tired and grossed out by this! (Grabs Feenie by the Back of the Shirt and Pulls Her Away From Sylvie) Get over here!

Phoenicia: Flabbergasted by Trixie's Action) T-Trixie! What are you doing? Let go!!

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie) Not until you put your stupid, mushy love fantasies in a nearby tombstone!

Phoenicia: I will do no such thing!!!

The two girls starts bickering with one another while Sylvie and Molly watches in the mid distance.

Sylvie: Well.....that happened.

Molly: ('Sigh') Sorry you had to witness that, Sylvie. Feenie can get pretty dramatic when it comes to everything romance related.

Sylvie: (Turns to Molly With a Sheepish Smile) Oh no, it's fine, really. If anything, I'm just glad her and Trixie are taking a liking to me. (Grabs his Chin) At least, I hope they are.....

Molly: (Smiles Softly to Sylvie) They are. And you're doing great opening up and socializing with them so far.

Sylvie: Thanks. I'll try not to bore you guys too much on our time together.

Molly: (Pouts Lightly) Will you stop thinking bad about yourself? I don't find you boring at all.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: See? Even Chuck agrees with me.

Sylvie: ('Sigh') Look, I know you don't, but, well-

????: GREEEEETINGS, ONE AND ALL! FOR I, RICK SHADES, HAVE FINALLY ARRIVED!

Molly/Trixie: (Smiles Brightly at a Very Familiar Face Before Coming Over to See Him) Rick!~

Phoenicia: Our DEAR!!~

Sylvie: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Rick Shades?

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: How have you been?

Phoenicia: (Happily Gives Rick a Hug) We missed you ever so!~

Trixie: Mr. Naven and that limo driver hasn't been boring you too much lately, haven't they?

Rick: (Happily Shakes his Head) Oh heavens no. I adored every moment I've spent with the both of them. Yoomy especially. She taught me how to drive a limo around the town a few days ago.

Phoenicia: Really?

Trixie: (Grins in a Gremlin Liks Fashion) Nice!

Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) Sounds fun. But uh...you...didn't get into too much trouble on the wheel, did you?

Rick: Oh not completely. Just a few accidents here and there which got me a speeding ticket, banned from ever stepping inside the vehicle without Naven's presence, and enrolled to a driving lessons class! Which bored me to tears everyday!

Trixie: (Gently Pats Rick's Back) I feel your pain, man.

Phoenicia: Oh come now. I think it's wonderful you're taking classes on how to properly drive.

Molly: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, maybe we can help you study when it's time for you to take the test. Ooh! Speaking of which.....

Molly turns back to see Sylvie lightly brushing Chuck's fur before calling out his name to come over to her and the others.

Sylvie: (Sighs While Getting Himself Up From the Bench While Holding Chuck in his Arms) Welp, time to go meet this Rick guy I guess. (Makes his Way to the Group)

Chuck: ('Bah')

Molly: Rick, I like to introduce to Slyvie. A friend of mines I made in the museum that night. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sylvie, meet Rick Shades.

Trixie: A wizard we found half dead by the shores.

Sylvie: Nice to meet you- Wait. Wizard? (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Half dead!?

Rick: (Happily Nodded) Yep! Been starved, dehydrated, and unresponsive for three and half days! On an unrelated note....(Looks Down at the Sheep Sylvie's Holding as his Eyes Begins to Sparkle) Who is this cute little fella?~

Chuck: ('Bah')

Phoenicia: (Smiles Brighty) Chuckson Fleecity XVI, my pride and joy!~

Rick: (Turns Back to Feenie) You became a mother, Phoenicia? Congratulations!~

Phoenicia: Thank you. (Wipes a Single Tear From her Eyes) I've only known him for a day, but if anyone were to ever try to harm him, I will not hesitate to burn this entire city down to ashes including myself!~

Rick: (Let's Out a Hardy Laugh, Much to Everyone Else's Grimamce) How morbid yet so sweet! That sheep won't have any problems with you by his side.

Phoenicia: (Simply Nodded) That's right. (Happily Hugs Sylvie's Arm) And his existence to this world alone was all thanks to this handsome fellow I fell in love with!~

Trixie: (Glares at Feenie in Annoyance While Pulling her Away From Sylvie) Quit it with the delusional love fantasy, Feenie.

Phoenicia: Never!

Rick: (Turns Back to Sylvie) Ah, so you're the one responsible for creating this ball of fluff and cuteness.

Sylvie: (Hesitant to Give this Rick Shades Fellow the Full Details of his Abilities) Uhhh....Yes? I can create as many sheeps as I want. Among....other things.....

Rick: (Smiles Brightly) Splendid! I believe this amazing discovery calls for a handshake in friendship! (Pulls his Hand Out Towards Sylvie With a Smirk on his Face) Don'tcha think?

Sylvie watches the small bits of black electricity flickering around Rick's hand as he moves it back and forth with his eyebrows bouncing up and down and saying "Eh? Ehhhhh?"

He did remember Trixie saying he's a wizard of some kind, which admittedly peaks his interest of him slightly, but it didn't stop the young psychologist to feel a bit weirded out by his presence completely. Not to say he doesn't like him or anything of the sorts, he seems nice enough as it is so far. He just couldn't help but think that there's a whole lot more to this guy than he's leading himself on.

Before Sylvie could try coming up with something say, something that would excuse him from shaking the wizard's hand effectively, a voice suddenly chimes in and saves him all the trouble.

Molly: (Crosses her Arms at Rick With a Soft Glare on her Face) Rick, we talked about this. You can't keep coming off strong to every new person you want to be friends with.

Rick: Even those with epithets?

Molly: Especially those with epithets. It takes times and effort to form a lasting bond. (Places her Hands on Both of her Hips) And it won't truly start if you keep pestering people to shake your hand, now would it?

Rick: (Stares at Molly For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Yes, I suppose you do have a point there. (Turns Back to Sylvie) Sorry about that, Sylvie, was it? I'm still working on how to make friends more properly. B-But I sincerely hope, from the bottom of my heart, that the both of us will be able get along as the day goes by.

Sylvie stares at the sincerely in Rick's eyes, under the shades he wearing before forming a small smile on face and nodded in agreement.

Sylvie: Thank you, Rick Shades. I hope we can get along too. I like your sunglasses. They looks good on you.

Rick: (Gasps Before Forming a Bright Smile) Why, thank you!~ I have this bad boy with me for the longest time now. I think the glasses you're wearing looks perfect on you.

Sylvie: (Blushes a Bit By the Compliment) Oh, thanks. I have these since I was younger, so-

Before he could finish his sentence, three water balloons thrown by three jocks riding bicycles, suddenly hits the back of Sylvie's head, making him drop Chuck from off his hands and his glasses from off his face, much of everyone's surprise.

Molly: Sylvie!

Jock: Hope you enjoy the refreshing splash, Sheep Boi! (Laughs Alongside his Pals as They Start Riding Off)

Phoenicia: (Fuming With Anger) Hey! (Shakes her Fist at the Laughing Jocks) Who gives you the right be rude jerks to him, you....JERKS!!!

Sylvie: (Groans in Annoyance as He Picks Up his Glasses) Of course....

Molly: (Picks Chuck Back Up in her Arms) Sylvie, who were they just now?

Sylvie: (Wipes his Glasses Off a Bit Before Putting it Back on his Face) Randell and his football team. He's my neighbor's son who's the same age as me. But he always have to find a way make my life more stressful than it already is! One time, when I was heading to my office to work, him and his friends cornered me, took my glasses out of my face, and started throwing it at one another for two minutes and a half straight before I trip and fell on a pile of mud. Then, a few days after that, I came home and found out that they SOMEHOW got into my apartment and made it a complete mess! And I can't tell his parents about all of this on the account that they never liked me from the very beginning for whatever reason, so now I have to suck it up and deal with the fact that their hell spawn is gonna mess with me every single chance that he gets! (Sighs Heavily While Pinching his Nose) It's infuriating.....

Trixie: I can get 'em back for you.

Sylvie: (Turns to Trixie) Wait, you can do that?

Trixie: Heck yeah. (Smirks Proudly) Well known fact about me, four-eyes, but I happen to be a champ at seeking vengeance on those who deserves it. Just give me a day or two for preparations and those meatheads won't know what hit 'em.

Rick: (Raises his Hand Impatiently) Ooh ooh! Can I help out with your potential master plan? I'm a huge fan of everything revenge related!

Molly: ('Sigh') I suppose I'll help out too. And make sure we don't get ourselves into too much trouble.....

Phoenicia: I normally do not condone the acts of harming others. (Gets Angry Again) I will RIP those scoundrels to pieces if they ever mess with Sylvie again!!

Everyone stares at Feenie in silence with surprise and fear written all over their faces.

Trixie: Calm down, girl. We're just pranking them.

Chuck: ('Bah')

Sylvie: I....really appericate all of this, you guys. But you don't have to go out of your way to get them back for me.

Trixie: True. But what kind of friends we would be if let 'em get away with it?

Sylvie: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Word That Came Out if Trixie's Mouth) Friends? You......really like having me around?

Rick: (Smiles Brightly Along With Everyone Else) Of course we do, champ. You seem like a nice enough fellow to all of us at least.

Phoenicia: We want nothing more than to form an everlasting bond with you from tis day forward.

Molly: And I think now it's a good time to have ourselves some-

'Sniff'

Molly: Fun?

The gang turn to see tears beginning to form up on Sylvie's eyes much to their concern.

Rick: Are.... you alright there, Champ?

Sylvie: (Quickly Wipes the Tears Away) ('Sniff') Yeah, yeah, I'm alright. Just.... ('Sniff') getting some water out of my face. It's definitely not because of what you guys said or anything. (Let's Put a Wet Chuckle) That'll be ridiculous.

Molly: Oh Sylvie! (Gives Sylvie a Loving Hug) It's okay.

Phoenicia: (Joins in on the Hug Along With Trixie) There's no need for to hold it in any longer. Cry as much as you want, dear.

Trixie: Anyone who has a problem with that will have us to answer to. We got your back on this, four eyes.

Rick: (Happily Joins in on the Group Hug) What they say and then some!

Chuck: (Rubs his Cheek onto Sylvie's Leg) ('Baaah')

With little to nothing else to say, Sylvie finally begins to let out his pent up his emotions and cry his eyes out. His cry was loud enough to gain attention of folks walking by, giving him and the gang weird looks in process, but he didn't care.

As long as his new group of friends are there by his side to give him love and care he's been wanting for years on end, then the young psychologist can keep crying until his voice decides to give out on him. It is in his rights to do (not completely, but still).

@cyber-wildcat

@keyenuta

@epithet-erased-textposts

@aprilbrowines

#epithet erased #sylvie ashling #molly blyndeff #phoenica fleecity #trixie roughouse #rick shades #chuck the sheep #naven (mentioned) #yoomtah (mentioned) #cute friendship #lots of fuff #pure friendship #humor #edited

[smokeybrand]

Multiverse of Madness

I am an unapologetic Adventure Time apologist. i think it was one of the greatest shows ever created and deserves all the love it gets. AT saved Cartoon Network back in the day and spawned so many creators who would, in turn, leave their mark on the industry. Without AT, there is no Steven Universe or that other one with the fighting i guess? The influence of Adventure Time gave credence to the potential popularity of shows like nuShe-Ra and nuVoltron. Those characters are iconic and full of so much depth. Finn Mertens, Jake the Dog, Bonnibel Bubblegum; All of them have become stalwarts of cartoon history. Like, Marceline Abadeer is one of my all-time favorite characters in fiction. When Distant Lands aired, i was emotionally devastated. Obviously, Obsidian was mys sh*t but Together Again brought me to tears. That's how much this show meant to me, so when Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake was announced, i was all over it. I was mad curious how this would play out. Would it be just a romp through a gender-swapped Ooo? Would the target audience still be kids or would the show be a more mature take since the original kids were now wayward adults? So many questions. Well, Fionna and Cake is over and i have thoughts.

First thing first, This show is not about Fionna and Cake. It is on a superficial level but they're more a plot device who participates in the narrative. Fionna and Cake is about Simon Petrikov coming to terms with the loss of Betty Groff and how his relationship with her, was toxic as f*ck. Like, holy sh*t, was it bad! The co-dependency was insane! I mean, you got glimpses of that throughout Betty's arc in the original AT (Betty literally leaping through a Hambo powered time rift, her problematic Magic Woman phase, and the eventual wish that turned her into f*cking GolBetty, all for her "love" of Simon) but this chick was as obsessed with Simon as Simon was with her. When she transcended and become a deity of pure chaos, Simon was left in a depression spiral that, ultimately, shook the core of the goddamn multiverse. And i say that with no hyperbole. F*cking Ice King, put the entire multiverse of Adventure Time in jeopardy, because he missed his boo. What follows is, one of the most well thought out and executed romps through a multiverse narrative I've seen outside of f*cking comic books. I don't want to spoil anything but the first nine episodes of this show are brilliant, rivaling the very best Adventure Time has to offer. The tenth? Not so much.

Fionna and Cake definitely botches the landing, especially coming off such incredibly strong episodes as the three right before it. Again, no details, but, holy sh*t, were those three episodes great. Seriously, watch this show, it's f*cking fantastic. The Simon stuff is definitely the heart of this narrative but what about the show's namesake? The Fionna and Cake bits are good but i never really felt as invested in their story as i was in Simon's trials. It's not like their stuff was bad, per sey, it just didn't feel as... dire? I don't know, i felt more for the characters around them than i did the characters themselves? Don't misunderstand me, i enjoyed their arc. Fionna and Cake struggling with their own identities and coming to terms with who they are was cool and all but, ultimately, it felt more sub than main plot, which is weird because it's their show. Fionna and Cake are basically the inciting action which informs the entire plot but i never really feel like that's a thing. Plus, there is this very important aspect to their character which, kind of never really plays into the overarching conflict, with the exception of a particularly gruesome scene, and i feel like that was a missed opportunity. As an overall production and viewing experience, Fionna and Cake is f*cking exquisite.

The stuff i said about Fionna and Cake is true, to an extent. True for me, i guess. People may get more out of their arc than i did, which is fine, that's a point subjectivity. What isn't subjective is how well this show is produced. Seriously, the art style is familiar, yet, more detailed. The characters are well performed, each true to their own personality beats. But it was the worlds we visited that truly hammered home the butterfly effect, the effect Simon had, on all of those worlds. I loved every second of that experience and, while they didn't fully stick the landing, there were great aspects of that tenth episode. Fionna and Cake turned out to be ten episodes of solid, adult, Adventure Time narrative that felt organic. It didn't feel like a cashgrab or desperate attempt at Max to pull in viewers. It felt like, after the absolutely brilliant reception to Distant Lands, that HBO understood there was a market for a show like that and they just let the staff create. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake isn't perfect, it's definitely got it's flaws, but of the content I've seen this year, it's easily some of the best. Whether you're a fan of the old world of Ooo, or just interested in what "adult" animation has to offer, this show is one of the best examples of the art form. It was a strong watch and i definitely recommend a viewing.

[cleopatrachampagne]

honestly, traditional rural americana gothic horror stories have in only two or three years time turned into dated period pieces. 2020’s era small town gothic culture almost always boils down to standing in line between a ‘mysterious drifter’ who has an imdb page, a reservation at the generic gentrification brewery downtown and a bad case of mountain dew mouth as well as a known member of the witch dancer society which has a prominent instagram presence, a dedication to the disney corporation bordering on creepy and zero mystical blood sacrifices while the weird old dude who works as a cashier at the old feed store next to the head shop and always overshares but at least usually in a grimly charming way tells me he’s pissed his daughter won’t homeschool his grandkids bc nowadays the schools are full of ‘gay groomers’ just… turning the children gay or something and i force my lesbian ass to reply in a neutral manner cuz i’m just tryna purchase a bucket of grain since chloe escaped the paddock today and ruined the whole old batch with her equine gluttony and i mind my manners like a reasonable human but want to grab his face firmly in my hands and remind him that back in the 70’s they happily welcomed the tobacco clown to visit my mom’s elementary school class and brazenly promote the tobacco industry to little kids and it seems kinda odd that he had no problem with a strange clown giving his kids cigarettes but the ragebait article about ‘gay groomers’ that the overly political local freelance horse grave digger shared on his fb page suddenly has this ordinarily friendly man in a huff airing his dirty laundry in confusing, b-movie horror exposition format that feels not unlike a teaser trailer for the hills have eyes 2: homophobic boogaloo to any distant acquaintances in earshot. and the spirit of jesus beating the sh!t out of money lenders with braided leather has me shaking like my skeleton is ready to hatch bc i want to demand this dude earn that gold cross on his neck by removing the lout from his eye before pointing out the speck in his brother’s, and perhaps i could summon the spirit of the tobacco clown himself with an overpriced hunk of pink hasbro plastic ouija board, while the dead, dark eldritch anger that lurks beneath the abandoned logging mill that upon closing thrust the whole region from paradise to well past east of eden claws at my throat in melodramatic slow-mo as my eyes glaze over and i give another politely disinterested response while vacantly offering a purely plastic fully fake totally emotionless smile and the sands of time slip through the hourglass in this fluorescent lighting soaked snapshot of what once was raw gothic intrigue tainted by the poisoned well of social media, wealth disparity, inflammatory internet bigotry insidiously seeping into the real fucking world and i realize if anyone were to accurately write modern gothic rural americana it would be not unlike remaking citizen kane as a shaky-cam found footage tiktok thread.

#gothic horror #weirdcore #americana #commentary #social commentary #true story #lgbt #horror prose #horror movies #gothic #goth #small towns #us politics #idk i’m pretty drunk tbh #horses #comedy #dark humor

[draftingteacups]

Thanks for letting me send the headcannons :D. Also i apologize in advance for the long post.

While they’re both working for Professor Sycamore, Lucille is mostly out in the field while Soni has her Champion duties so they aren’t exactly THAT close with each other, but they’re on good terms. Luce legit cried seeing a familiar face when she woke up in Twisted Wonderland.

They both prefer Pokemons company compared to human’s company. Soni bc of the way Kalosian nobles treated her, Luce bc she was somewhat pressured due to the fact that she is a Prodigy child (kinda like Tony Stark and Shuri from Marvel). Soni and Lucille kinda bond with each other over this.

They split their chores in Ramshackle. Luce handles fixing the electrical and mechanical appliances in Ramshackle while Soni is in charge of the Berry Farm. They also do this with their Casual Geographic channel.

When not in class, Luce usually works in the Nurse Office and Soni (along with the Braincell trio) occasionally drops by to say hi.

Both speaking to each other in Kalosian (and scaring the sh*t out of NRC students due to how intense they sound)

Luce to Soni during dinner: “Man I wish my grandma was as nice and caring as Ms Opal, mine called us (Luce and her older sisters) “half-breed abominations” and that our dad was an embarrassment for marrying a nobody from Sinnoh and “tainting the pure and noble blood of the Great and Noble house of Beaumont”. Granted he took himself out of the will, leave the family and cut all sorts of contact with them on his own accord years before he even met our mom but still”

Soni 🤝 Lucille : Parents to a bunch of dumbasses. The day these two go on strike is the day NRC collapses

Soni trust Luce to babysit Happiny the most bc she is experience with caring for baby Pokemons, not to mention Lucille has a Chansey of her own.

There is an old piano somewhere in Ramshackle and sometimes Soni can hear Luce playing soothing tunes on the piano.

Lucille understands the burden placed upon Soni’s shoulder so she supports her as best she can. Soni sometimes found snacks with positive notes attached to it in her pockets.

Sometimes they tell each other their tales from their travels (well at least the parts that Soni can tell Luce w/o revealing too much and Luce respects her choice).

Luce is vaguely aware of what happens to Soni’s arm that caused her to wear her gloves, and as curious as she is, Luce will not push Soni abt it if she doesn’t want to talk.

Both have an agreement to not Mega Evolve their Pokemon unless it is ABSOLUTELY necessary. Soni bc of her arm and Luce bc of Mega Houndoom’s dex entry.

If there’s anything Lucille is got at, it’s hacking. Crowley better watch his back unless he wants the girls to extort him everytime he tries to blackmail them.

tumblr why did you reload and delete all my stuff *cries* Don't worry about long posts! It's fine-

Imagine waking up in Twisted Wonderland and seeing the Champion of your region there, looking annoyed like that's gotta be a moment of "We just got kidnapped oh crap-"

Soni's like "Well, this feels familiar" because she's had times where lab assistants were kidnapped and she had to go save them due to a) noble plots and b) Neo Flare needing leverage. I've wanted to write a oneshot on this in the view of the kidnapped lab assistant but didn't have time sldkjflkj

Them bonding over their responsibilities in their respective roles and statuses is nice, although it'd take Soni a while to open up about it because of government classified information and what qualifies as that = a headache and a pain in the butt. Speaking of Soni's adventures can be a mix of Team Flare, her gym battles, her experiences, and a lot of pre-teen to young teenage drama in between, making it stupid complicated on that front.

Luce repairing the items in the dorm tho 👀 I can see her trying to make her own Pokemon-centered items like a healing station because while it's fine to let the Pokemon rest and recover that way, there could be larger medical issues that most technology in TWST just doesn't have to remedy for Pokemon.

Them talking in Kalosian is just 👌

Soni nodding and in Kalosian: "I can understand that sentiment. My maternal grandparents are... not the most encouraging people, especially when my mother left Johto. Granny's never seen anything wrong with it, mostly because she's seen many things in her lifetime that to base people off of what you see is ridiculous."

Everyone else at NRC: "wtf are they talking about it sounds menancing-"

Rook in the corner: *smiles*

Little Happiny getting a big sister Chansey tho 🥺🥺🥺 I can see Deuce just looking at Chansey and Happiny and just crying at the idea of Happiny growing up- cue the tissues from Soni alskdljkajk

Soni finding positive notes in her pockets would confuse her, mostly because she doesn't know how to take that- Also Mega Evolution is definitely a higher risk for those very reasons because wow, that would expose a lot about Soni that she does not want to share

Operation: Prevent the Crow Man from blackmailing us- let's goooo- also, Casual Pokegraphic channel has two types of videos now with Luce having a field video and explaining Pokemon in the wild while trying not to get noticed because it's dangerous to do so and Soni explaining what not to do around these Pokemon.

#twisted wonderland x pokemon #pokemon trainer headcannons #pokemon trainer oc #soni monet

[cheriboms]

feel like pure sh*t just want her (my copy of portal 2) back

#cherry thoughts #reminder that portal is actually the game ever <3 #portal #tbh my fatal flaw is that im a normie who likes valve games (portal halflife tf2) 😔 #my greatest strength however is that i am a gamer so. take that liberals #no but genuinely #replaying portal 2 would fix me i think

[themme-bonez]

mandatory dump

Unfortunately TW: SH mention, drug mention, Sxcide mention, probably more

I just moved to a new town and don't know ANYONE but my very introverted older sibling. I'm really struggling with feeling unworthy of new friends and hopefully a girlfriend. I know I'm a good person, but I'm a gf who comes with severe mental issues that include voice hearing and a lifetime of SH scars. Also no money and college dropout. I know that finding community will help, especially since I'm genuinely extroverted. I've been biking around town just going places and trying to meet people and it finally paid off. A college girl working at spencers was really interested in me so we talked and there was chemistry. I actually got her number, although she's 19 so too young for me. But still, I must have made a friend at least.

I feel like I should be excited, but to be honest it's just making my head so loud. The last girl I fell in love with I still talk to as friends, but she OD'd in my arms and tbh just never recovered from all that. she also after that stole pills from me so the trust issues stacked up. I also just barely healed from the 4 long years i spent with an abusive boyfriend who denied that i was gay and hit me and all that. Doesn't take a therapist to guess my relationship with my parents is g r e a t /s. I just don't have a base even for what normal dating should be, let alone the shadow art that is lesbian dating. normal love even. platonic, romantic, familiar, sexual, agape.

I'm trying to stop deriving "pleasure" dark places like restrictive eating, SH, and comphet sex. This has been really helping me get to the point I'm at where I at least feel worthy enough to try finding genuine pleasure. I'm a crying wreck though when I don't have those negative pillars, so that tanks my confidence again. I'm on a rollercoaster of emotions about this whole thing.

I know I'm smart and I can find someone that won't hurt me, it's just. so. scary. like reaching out into void and trusting all the people saying "none of that was love, you deserved better". Like how do I know you're not just luring me into another worse because so far that's all there has been. that sounds dumb and childish, but really i just wonder how to trust those with pure intentions for me.

I just want to feel like I can own my sexuality and make budding romances with women that make me feel seen and fulfilled. The hard part is that the closer I get the more I feel like I'm making a mistake by trying to go out and find people to bring close to me. Am I right to hold back due to my mental health as to not cause myself and others more pain? Or, am I right to try to find love despite my overwhelming and often disgusting flaws? I really don't know. I'm not sure I could survive one more person I love using me.

The risks of love have never paid of for me, but I'm a femme 4 femme taurus who just can't seem to give up on my dream of romance. I want to shed all this bullshit weighing me down and live my barbie princess and the pauper but gay fantasy.

Wish me luck, tumblr gays. Hopefully my romantic pursuits start to fucking lighten up a bit.

#girlblogging #femmeposting #tumblr diary

[altarwaiting]

Make me choose: Anonymous asked Bela Talbot or Charlie Bradbury?

#supernatural #spn #charlie bradbury #spnedit #supernaturaledit #spncentral #felicia day #mmc #my gifs #feel like pure sh!t just want her back

[brightmalcolm]

Tis a human thing, love, a holy thing, to love what death has touched.

(insp)

#prodigal son #prodigalsonedit #eve blanchard #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #molly griggs #tom payne #my gifs #feel like pure sh!t just want her back x

[smokeybrandreviews]

Closing Notes

With the recent release of Black Panther: Wakanda Forever and The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, we have come to the premature close of the MCU’s Phase Four. As a Marvel shill, i enjoyed my time in the world Feige is trying to build but the Infinity Saga has left some huge shoes to fill. Normies are real mad about all of the legacy characters being introduced in this first Phase after the end of the first Saga and i get it. As a fan of the comics, i love seeing deep cut characters like White Vision and Agatha Harkness. I lost my sh*t when Wundagore was introduced or when Zemo put on his mask for the first time, even if it was only for a handful of seconds. My fanboy heart definitely enjoyed Phase Four but I'd be lying if i said it was mismanaged. There is a lot to dislike in this thing so i get the vitriol. That said, i wanted to take a look back before we move forward. Quantumania comes out in two moths and we kick off that Kang arc with a proper bang! Also, I'm counting the two Specials as films here. I figure, since they aren’t serial in nature, they should be lumped in with the films instead of the shows.

Black Widow

Listen, Black Widow does a lot of sh*t i like. Finally given Scarlett something to do after a f*cking decade is a big one but this is the flick that blessed us with Florence Pughs’ Yelena Belova and i like what they did with Taskmaster, as controversial a thought that is. David Harbor kills was Red Guardian and anytime Rachel Weisz does anything, I'm game. She’s been a favorite of mine since The Mummy. All of that said, Black Widow is the most pedestrian of Phase Four in almost every way. This thing is a paint-by-numbers capeflick that doesn’t belong as the opening taste of what comes next. Black Widow is firmly planted as the Ghost of MCU Past. Sh*t should have came out at the beginning of Phase Two.

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

I like Shang-Chi. I don’t think it’s as good as every one says and it definitely drops the ball at the climax by not introducing Fin Fang Foom but, up to that point, i liked what we had. A solid martial arts flick with an MCU skin? F*ck yeah, sign me up! The action in this thing is the best the entire MCU has to offer and, i must say, i absolutely fell in love with Xu Xialing. I can’t wait to see where her character goes. I don’t think the villain, Xu Wenwu, is as compelling as every says but he s undeniably one of the strongest “villains” in the MCU. He’s not Thanos or Killmonger but is easily the second best antagonist in Phase Four.

Marvel’s Eternals

This movie sucked, bro. I had a feeling it would strictly based on the fact no one outside of hardcore comic fans know who the Eternals even are. And those of us who do, don’t care. These f*ckers are throwaway pastiches of Kirby’s New Gods, who he gave life for DC five years earlier, in the very worst way. These motherf*ckers are wildly overpowered and they just get nerfed to oblivion in this film. Like, Ikaris is straight up Superman. F*cking Thanos is an Eternal! Like, that’s the power level we’re talking about and you wouldn’t know it from watching this nonsense. I have just SO many problems with this movie but, at the end of the day, it’s just so poorly written. There’s too many plots, too many characters, and stakes that don’t make any f*cking sense. Eternals is easily the worst of Phase Four. It’s kind of ironic because, for me, the best of the Phase was the next to hit theaters.

Spider-Man: No Way Home

Bro, this movie was everything for me. Multiverse shenanigans. DaFoe being the best goddamn pure villain in the MCU. All of the cinematic Spider-Men to date, teaming up onscreen. So much closure. backdoor origin story for the most comic accurate Spider-Man we’ve seen yet. F*cking Andrew Garfield, man! And, to top it all off, they made me actually LIKE a version of that god forsaken One More Day plot. That, alone, puts it at the top of my list. Every other awesome thing i mentioned, pales in comparison to that single feat. I loved NWH. It was f*cking amazing. Fight me about it.

Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness

MoM is my second favorite film in Phase Four and it’s all because of Wanda “Bloody Barefoot Rampage” Maximoff. Ma’am was a whole ass problem and it was a joy to see. I mean, i enjoyed America Chavez, too, but i was already kind of a fan so Xochitl Gomez’s interpretation was a solid bet in my book. There was other dope sh*t, too, but this movie is carried by Wanda and you’re a whole ass liar if you say other wise.

Thor: Love and Thunder

I don’t really care about this movie either way. It’s kind of forgettable and, coming of Ragnarok, a wild disappointment.. It looked cheap, wasted The Mighty Thor, and just felt meh. I loved the introduction of Singularity, that sneak peak at Eternity, and allowing Jane Foster to get her due (finally) but this entire outing felt inconsequential. Gorr the God Butcher was totally wasted and there was really nothing all that visually stunning to really awe the audience. L and T definitely isn’t the worst Thor flick, that’s still The Dark World, but i can’t really be upset at people who think otherwise. No chances were taken with this thing. It felt safe as f*ck and kind of cowardly in all honesty. I wanted that God Bomb so bad but nope. dead loves and surrogate daughters with the power of the the most powerful Cosmic Abstract. Like, this chick Love is a straight up avatar of Eternity and that makes her the most powerful thing in the MCU proper. I have no idea how you square that with any f*cking threat, ever.

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

This one hurt to watch. Black Panther means so much to my culture. Chadwick Boseman was the blackest, coolest, motherf*cker to ever don a supersuit and infused a genuine blackness into the character. Everything Wakanda is, was created around Boseman’s T’Challa. His passing derailed this entire world and left Coogler no choice but to scrap everything and he did it by literally washing the Wakanda we knew up to that point, of the f*cking map. Wakanda Forever is an exercise in mourning and dealing with your grief, it just happened to have a really good take on Namor, instigating that painful ass journey to catharsis. There are really great performances in this thing, specifically Letitia Wright and Angela Bassett. Bro, these women were HURT and you FEEL that sh*t. Every monologue Bassett had was a dagger in my goddamn heart. Wright’s damn near palpable hate was perfectly conveyed. Wakanda Forever is my third favorite of the MCU films. It’s a solid f*cking watch, even if there are a few issues with the pacing and writing.

Werewolf by Night

I have to say, i did not expect what i got with Marvel’s first Special. Werewolf is everything i want the MCU to be going forward. It has the quality of an early Phase Three film but the creative spirit of Phase One; Something sorely missing from the rather rather formulaic and very much green screen-y current MCU run. This thing was filmed on a practical set, with practical makeup and practical stunt work. The CG aspects were kept to a minimum though I'm kind of hurt they didn’t go all in and build a proper Man-Thing but, you know, budgets and all. I think, taking the breadth of the current Phase Four run, Werewolf by Night is in my top three. I might even like it more than MoM but that might be a stretch because, goddamn, was Wanda a problem in that film.

Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special

I watched this immediately after Werewolf by Night and. let me tell you, the creative whiplash was real. While i enjoyed the GotG special, it is another formula film. Obviously, it’s got all the hallmarks of a James Gunn production and the character work is incredible (I love that Mantis finally got the spotlight) but there is nothing “new” here. It’s earnest and has a lot of heart but that’s what you come to expect from Guardians films. Outside of Cosmo, there really isn’t anything all that great about this special. It’s just a Christmas themed Guardians of the Galaxy movie and that’s fine. It’s fine.

Ultimately, Phase Four feels a little... disjointed. There are some solid entries but,  more often than not, these films feel like filler. They feel like the building blocks to what com es next. They feel like Phase One all over again and i have been steadily championing that notion since Widow released. Phase Four had a lot of groundwork to lay in order to move forward with what will be the MCU’s new trajectory. Iron Man and Captain America are effectively gone so there had to be a change in terms of narrative direction. Phase Four was supposed to do that, mostly with the shows, but there are hints in the films, too. These films and Specials were basically created to shift the status quo and introduced players into the MCU that will have much bigger roles in the future. It’s basically the origin arc for the massive Secret Wars event at the end of Phase six or whatever. A lot of cats hate the fact that so many female heroes are taking center stage or that established characters are getting “race-bent” but, i mean, of course they would. That Infinity Saga is over. Why not take this opportunity to spread a bit more color around the MCU? Honestly, this has been well overdue.

You think Feige introduced Falcon without the intent of giving us Falcon Cap down the line? You think the Atalantean Namor was going to actually work in the MCU? Obviously, Shuri would be the next Black Panther if you’ve read the comics and if Young Avengers is really going to be a thing, Ms. Marvel was definitely going to be on that team. Confusing organic diversity with identity politics because all of your straight white heroes are being “usurped” by the Coloreds and the vaginas is dumb. I’m for sure not about to sit her and pretend that Phase Four didn’t have it’s problems, Eternals is a thing and She-Hulk was clumsy as f*ck until that Daredevil episode, but it satisfactorily accomplished what i thought it was trying to do; establish that new status quo. It’s definitely not for everyone but nothing is. I’m more concerned with the fact that the MCU has settled into a creative rut. So much green screen, So much CG. Quantumania looks like a whole ass video game from the trailer and that sucks. Still, we are early in the big narrative and a lot of the necessary world building has been completed. Phase Four might have been just okay but i think, going forward, the sky’s the limit. Just like before with Phase One.

#Marvel #MCU #Phase Four