#how to stuff a wild bikini

[threezzyo]

꒰ ˒ wet 'n wild ∘︴satoru g.

↬ satoru can't take his eyes off of you in that skimpy blue bikini when you two go on a date at the waterpark.

⇢ nsfw. 18+. MDNI! ⇢ cw: satoru and reader are both college students. smut. semi-public sex. unprotected penetrative sex. messy and desperate sex. oral, m! recieving. missionary, against a plastic volcano lolol. slight exhibitionism ig? squirting. cumming inside. lots of praise. pet names- baby, darling, princess, sweetheart. super touchy (both of you). pervert satoru. sato literally worships you omg. lots of fluff as always!

∾ satoru gojo x fem!WOC!reader. modern au. no curse au. reader is a WOC! (you tan at the waterpark and he loves it). reader used to be a professional swimmer. anyways, just a boyfriend taking his stressed girlfriend away from college to have fun at the waterpark. its not his fault you're just so damn hot. wc- 2k

a/n: again! this is nsfw, so minors do not interact. both dividers are made by cafekitsune (tumblr)

you were the perfect partner for the waterpark. why? you knew how to swim and could save satoru from drowning, of course. and that you were his beloved girlfriend and needed a break after exams were over.

like the bright and energetic boyfriend he is, he must take you to bright and energetic places too. the 'summer surf' waterpark was equally as bright and energetic as satoru. the multicolored swimsuits provide a chromatic scenery, the prodigious plastic slides were vivid against the radiant cerulean clear sky. the scent of sunscreen and chlorine provides you with a sense of amenity- you grew up swimming your entire life.

"well, baby?" his defined arms snake around your waist, as you clutch your giant beach bag with all the necessities. the tickets were safe in your hand. "you scared of heights?"

"no way." you replied confidently. "in fact, you're going to be the scaredy cat." you smile cheekily.

satoru chuckles, pinching at the sides of your white coverup, over the tantalizing bikini set you said he'd love. "nope. but lets start small, please?"

you smile, handing the tickets to the attendant at the ticket booth. now gaining access into the park, satoru snatches your bag and carries it for himself as he proudly shows you off on his arm.

first up, your favorite attraction, the wave pool.

"ugh! everyone puts their towels on the seats and its impossible to find another one." you grumble, walking around on the hot pavement to find an empty lounge chair by the pool. "ooh, they're leaving." a small family packs their stuff and walks away from a single empty chair. you practically run towards it, buzzing with excitement to spend time with satoru in the wave pool.

satoru trails along behind you, idly waiting along to finally see the bikini you bought for him, (in your words).

"well, baby. i'm not waiting all day. come on, show me." he whines softly. "please." through his circular sunglasses, he glances up at you. he looks so cute with his chin on your shoulder, like a little puppy.

you grin, laughing as you pull off your coverup.

his eyes widen, taking in the sight of your statuesque figure, with your glimmering tan skin. oh, he can't wait to see you even more tan than this. "sweetheart, you look so hot. absolutely divine."

"you like?" you giggle, at his sweet comments. you give him a 360, striking a pose or two. "come on. lets put on sunscreen."

as a skincare fiend, you were obsessed with taking care of your skin. and knowing satoru has fair skin, which is more subject to sunburns, you bought the strongest one you could find.

satoru swears he's not normally like this, but with you squirting a dollop of sunscreen on your palms, slathering it up, and starting with rubbing it over your legs, he can't help but feel his swim trunks tighten. fuck, you're just so arousing, his mind can't help but go wild at the thoughts of spurts of his cum against your sweet, tanned skin. how it would look if your tits were marked up from his teeth. god, he might as well cream his pants now.

you hand the bottle of sunscreen to him. "sato, baby, please? just spread it over my back." you present your back to him, the strings holding your little getup seeming so fragile. and what if he accidentally (untied) brushed over the strings?

he bites away at the temptation, focusing on just applying the damn sunscreen. you stifle a giggle, already knowing his little dilemma. you just need to tease him a bit.

once you both applied sunscreen, you excitedly drag him to the wave pool. "its really fun." you say, "its better when you jump over the waves."

he's barely even listening to your spiel, just aching to get rid of his... problem. and he can't fuck you in such a place, a waterpark? where would you two even sneak off to fuck? the parking lot was crowded, anyone could tell if it was in the car. virtually everywhere was congested with kids screaming around or teenagers lining up for the tall waterslides.

the cool water feels artic on his skin, refreshing from the blazing heat downing upon him.

"its so cold!" you yelp, jumping away from the water.

your breasts slightly bounce as you do so, and satoru is very shamelessly ogling at you. fuck.

"pleasee, come here? warm me up." you ask him with your best puppy dog eyes, lips forming into a small pout to sell the deal a bit more.

satoru laughs, pushing his sordid thoughts away for now, to pull you into the pool.

"satoru!" you yell, as you fell on your ass, the icy water sharp on your skin. "you fucker!" you whine, before pulling him down into the water.

"hey!" he gasps, shivering from the sudden cold.

"you deserved it!" you defend yourself, giggling as he rolls over onto you and places a kiss on your soft lips.

"lets go. see? there's a wave coming." he smiles, as you two tread a bit further down the wave pool.

you two have your fun at the wave pool, taking a seat together on your beach chair.

"satoruuu." you kiss his cheek. "lets buy ice cream."

"didn't you complain the entire time the water was too cold? and now you want ice cream?" he snickers, pulling out his wallet and handing you his card. "get me a chocolate cone?"

"well, yeah, but i really want a popsicle right now." you smile, plucking the card from his fingertips. "thanks, baby. whatever you want."

he grins to himself as he very shamelessly ogles at you as you walk to the nearby ice cream stand. your plump little butt just looked so beguiling, he just can't believe he's the only one who can tap your ass. god, he desperately needed to take care of his ...predicament.

you excitedly walk over to satoru, handing him his chocolate waffle cone, the ice cream already dripping from your fingers. "here you go, darling." you beam.

"thanks, princess." he kissed your cheek as you sit beside him. you smile, slowly licking off the chocolate drips off your fingers. its like you're doing this on purpose, the way you lick the dripping strawberry popsicle.

"so yummy." your words are so tantalizing, he's completely wrapped around your finger.

"fuck, sweetheart." he groans, grabbing your wrist. he pulls you in, whispering in your ear, "baby, please, lets just sneak off to somewhere private. i can't deal with this the entire day."

his boner, under his trunks, pokes at your side. you kiss your teeth, a bit disappointed. "thought you would last longer." you jive. "couldn't handle all the teasing? we didn't even go on any waterslides." you whisper, beaming up at him.

his eyes widen slightly, before narrowing them. his surprised expression is now gone, replaced with a sly little grin. "oh, you minx. you're coming with me and sucking me off. now."

you were always so bratty, and now you're all angelic and so good. sweet, pulchritudinous girl, on your knees so quickly.

"fuck, darling." he lets out a low groan as you pull down his trunks.

"shh. be quiet!" you whisper. you two were behind a plastic volcano prop for one of the attractions, the best hiding spot you could find. there was shade, and nobody was coming around this area.

in front of your face was his (really fucking long) dick. every vein and every curve just seemed so perfect. his pretty pink tip was already leaking. "satoru..." you shift a bit, to be more comfortable on the concrete floor.

"go on, baby. you can take it, can't you?" he grins, adjusting his sunglasses, and threading his nimble fingers in your hair. "come on, sweet girl. isn't this better than sucking that popsicle?"

"no, baby. your dick doesn't taste like strawberries." you wrinkle your nose, giggling. your breath directly hits his cock, twitching at the simplest movement.

"don't be such a brat, princess." he tugs on your hair harder. "suck."

you tug out your bottom lip, before pressing a soft kiss on his tip, a pearl of his precum collects on the tip of your tongue. you were so sloppy, the way you were suckling at his slit.

"fuck, sweetheart. jus' like that." he groans, guiding your mouth up and down on his dick.

you know just how to suck him off, being sloppy yet careful. slowly, you take him in your mouth, being mindful of your teeth. your dexterous fingers cup his balls, as your tongue traces over the shape of his veins, and his tip hitting the back of your throat. his low groans sounded so sinful, if your bikini wasn't wet from the pool, its wet because of him.

he smirks, bobbing your head on his shaft. tears prick your eyes as he fucks your throat.

his head falls back on the volcano as his hips thrust into your sweet mouth, his eyes landing on the sight of you- a teary mess with her two-toned lips wrapped around the base of his cock, eyes half-lidded with lust. the way your nose brushes on his trimmed pubes, he could die a happy man like this.

when satoru cums, he practically overflows your mouth. a deafening moan follows as his cum dribbles down the corner of your mouth. "sweetheart, fuck.." he whispers, watching you swallow it all. just like a good girl.

"yummy." you grin, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "my popsicle was tastier, though."

you thought you would be going to the waterpark to go on the massive waterslides and eating ice cream with satoru by the pools. never did you think you'd be getting fucked against a plastic volcano.

"satoru! baby, fuck!" you whimper, your head buried in his neck. your back was riding against the plastic prop, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. his hands were clawing into your ass, as he thrusts inside. you bit your lip to hide your moans.

he was very close to just ripping off that bikini bottom off of you, but he didn't want you parading around with your ass bare. so thong to the side it was. his breaths were haggard, just focusing on filling you up, getting closer with every jolt of his hips.

you had your beach towel draped around you both, but if anyone got too close, it would be very obvious to them what you two were doing.

even in such an uncomfortable position, with you clinging onto him, satoru wastes no time, pistoling into you like he was dying for a last gasp of air. "baby, fu-uck." you cry, nails digging into his back.

it was so messy, so desperate. you could feel your slick collect on the fabric of your bikini, as the tip of his long dick reaches the perfect spot, abusing it over and over again.

"shit, shit." his soft whines and groans are all you hear, just focused on both of you reaching an orgasm.

"sato-ru, baby, im gonna-" you bite back a loud moan, as one last thrust inside your waiting pussy sends you over the edge, spurting your liquids all over his thighs and dribbling down onto the ground.

"-cum." you finish your sentence, your breathing deep and ragged.

he finishes shortly after, fucking you through your orgasm.

he groans, almost dropping you as his cum floods your insides, shakily breathing as he presses a kiss on your cheek.

"i love seeing you like this." he whispers as he sets you on your feet, down on the ground. you quickly adjust your clothing, using your towel to wipe off the trails of cum down your thighs. "love seeing my cum on your skin." he whispers, kissing your cheek over and over again as he fixes your hair for you.

"can't believe you fucked me against a fucking plastic volcano, satoru gojo."

"oh, baby, i was about to take you in front of everyone on that little beach chair at the wave pool."

you furrow your brows, heat pooling in your core. that shouldn't sound appealing. (but it does.)

"you pervert!" you whisper-yell, smacking him with the beach towel.

"oh, sweetheart. i love that i know you so well." he says before kissing you, flashing a knowing grin as he pulls you to a more secluded spot.

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[nervoussagittarius]

matt sturniolo and y/n being cute for 6 minutes straight

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: a compilation of cute moments between matt and his girlfriend, caught on camera

warnings: none

☼ you and the triplets had decided to take a trip to hawaii for a week vacation. the boys were vlogging for their channel in the airport when nick panned over to you and matt sitting side by side sharing a pair of headphones.

“matt how do you feel about going back to hawaii?” nick asked. as matt seaming didn’t hear what he said, you squeezed his hand you were holding pausing the music that was playing for you two.

you were about to slip your had out of matt’s when he grabbed it again using his other hand to pull your chair closer to his. “we’re very excited nick, aren’t we baby.” he said glancing between you and the camera

“i’m excited to eat really good food and be really tan”

“and i’m excited to see y/n in a bikini” matt replied as you jokingly slapped his chest.

matt looked at you again as he began to smother your face in kisses and you giggled.

“and that’s enough of those two” nick said turning to chris instead.

☼ you had just fallen asleep when the boys started filming for their new wednesday video. you had come over to hangout with matt. deciding you didn’t want to run to the grocery store with them, you quickly found comfort in matt’s bed.

“chris, can you read off the recipe?” nick asked, trying to find measuring spoons. the triplets were filming another cooking video for this week, and they didn’t have the best track record with making things the right way.

“nick, i don’t know what the fuck any of this means. why can’t you just read it and i’ll measure?”

“matt what are you doing? why aren’t you mixing the ingredients?” nick asked. he was starting to feel annoyed at the idea of making these muffins from scratch.

“can’t we just ask y/n for help? she’s good at this kind of stuff” chris explained trying to get his brothers attention. “fine chris just go get her”

chris walked into matt’s room, and seeing you asleep he thought nothing of it and woke you. “y/n, we need help baking for our video.” he then walked out assuming you would follow.

you quickly woke up throwing on one of matt’s hoodies and made your way to the kitchen. nick was the first to notice you and how you looked slightly lethargic from not being fully awake yet. “chris did you wake her up or something? why would you do that?” this caught matt’s attention and he quickly took in your current state.

“chris!” matt slightly exclaimed. he turned to you and walked you both to what he thought was out of the camera frame. he quickly pulled you into a hug “i didn’t know you were sleeping otherwise i would’ve never let him bother you. are you okay being in the video quick… cause if not you can go back to sleep. i’m really sorry for waking you”

“no no. chris didn’t know. it’s okay matt, i don’t mind” matt then grabbed your his hoodie pocket pulling you over to the table. nick went on to explain what the boys had done so far and asked if you could be there to double check their work. matt kept a comforting hand on your back as he stood beside you, and he kissed your head occasionally as you scolded chris on the messed up measurements he was adding.

☼ matt was doing a quick stream when you arrived at the boy’s house. you just got off work and all you wanted was to see matt and tell him you loved him.

silently you walked into matt’s room trying not to disturb him as you walked over. “hi baby! how was your day?” matt said pushing one side of his headset off his ear.

streaming would never stop him from giving you all the attending in the world. he loved showing you off. he pulled you over to his desk. “look guys, y/n just got here. look at how pretty she looks.” he gave you the biggest hug pulling you up into him. he gave you as kiss not caring that the chat was going wild over how cute you two were.

“can i sit with you?” you brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. without hesitating he sat the two of you down on his desk chair. you guys talked with the chat for a little bit before matt grabbed his controller going back to the game he was playing.

you sat there contently stealing little glances at him, which didn't go unnoticed by the fans.

☼ nick was having one of his moments where he was very active on snapchat. he was answer everyones questions when all of a sudden, unbeknown to nick, you and matt were caught cuddling in the back of one of his pictures.

his messages were soon flooded with comments about the two of you and how cute you were.

nick shortly became disgusted with all the girls making comments on you and his brother. he passed his phone over to you to make a statement on the situation.

"hi guys, y/n here. nick gave me his phone to talk to you all. yes, matt is here, and yes we are cuddling." you began to giggle at how insane you felt. matt lifted his head from your chest at the movement, giving a shut eye smile to the camera.

chats started coming in specifically directed to you this time. you tried to answer as many as you could, but most were just saying how they love you and how matt always looks so "babygirl" when he's you're together.

you loved how accepting the boys fans were of your relationship. you started a new video focusing on matt's sleeping face resting on you. "please everyone, let's take a minute and look at how cutie patootie matt is. he's just so kissable and squeezable"

"okay give me my phone back. i'm officially disgusted."

"bye guys!" matt said opening one eye to look at the camera and wave.

☼ you and matt had decided to have a little date night while nick and chris went out with some of your friends. you guys hadn't had much time alone in the past couple of weeks so this was a nice change of pace.

the night started out simple. the two of you had a picnic at the beach and then you ended up stargazing out of matt's car. as both of you made your way back to the triplets house you thought it would be a good idea to bake some cookies and watch a movie for the rest of the night.

while you two were baking, you were unaware that nick and chris were on their way back with tara and jake. music was softly playing as you set the tray of cookies into the oven.

"dance with me." matt stated, grabbing your hand to spin you around. you let out a laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

coming up to the front door, tara was vlogging the group upon arrival. chris unlocked the front door as they all entered. the music could be heard from the front stairs.

"should we try to scare them?"

"absolutely! just wait and let me get my camera back out"

as they all piled into the living room quietly, they noticed you two in your own world dancing to some mac miller song. your head rested on matts chest as he swayed to the beat.

"stop it. they're so cute. the girlies are going to die for this footage"

you and matt quickly glanced at the group of four. at the same time the timer went off for the cookies.

"alright enough with the cute coupley-ness. let's see how these cookies turned out"

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comments:

i love them. i don't know who i want to be more

its so funny how everyone is so in love with them being in love and nick is just grossed out 24/7

i love how y/n is never wearing her own clothes. only matts

they're so in love its not even funny

"i just want to see y/n in a bikini" me too matt. me too

#matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt x reader #sturniolo fanfic

[st4rb3rr13s]

CEO!Eren going shopping with you. You two were going on a baecation and he made sure to make enough time to go on a shopping spree with you, buying anything you looked at and following you into every shop. He watched as you picked out different outfits, trying them on. He wanted to show you off and how sexy you looked in that red bikini. Better yet, he wanted to stuff you full of his dick while you were bent over the balcony. His imagination went wild as you kept teasing him in all your cute outfits. He carried all the bags as you went into different stores. If it got to, too many bags he’d call someone to bring the bags back to his house. He loved you so much, and couldn’t wait to spoil you everyday.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren yeager #aot x black reader #eren aot #aot x reader #snk x black reader #aot eren #eren x black reader #aot x black y/n

[drenosa]

Previously

Somewhere out at sea an Express Cruiser the Valean Fishing Vessel "The Raging Sloth" lazily rides the waves

Ren: *Behind the wheel, a bicorn on his head, humming a sea shanty to himself* This is nice.

Jaune: *Watching over a set of heavy duty fishing poles* Thanks for reminding to take my motion-sickness meds, guys. I almost forgot them in the excitement.

Sun: *Sitting on a deck chair, brewski in hand* Hey, no problem my guy. We all got a little excited.

Neptune: *A face on a Wide-Scroll that's hanging from the cabin wall.* Yeah, weird how that happens.

Sage: *Standing with Jaune, minding the poles* Still, it's great to just be away from everything for a bit. Just us, the water, the fishing poles...

Scarlet: *On the upper level of the boat* A large boat approaching fast!

Sage: And large boats approaching fast... Wait what?

A larger vessel is making a beeline for the Raging Sloth. Before long it pulls up beside them.

Sun: We should... should we be worried?

Jaune: *Sharing a look with Ren, who slowly nods* Yes. Yes, we should probably be worried.

????: ~Ahoy, Boyos!~

Jaune: Not probably... Definitely.

Yang: *Standing on the deck of the larger vessel (The Dolphin Puncher) in swimming trunks and a most flattering bikini-top, a straw hat sits on top of her wild blonde locks* You guys thought you could just go out to sea and NOT invite me?! A Patch-girl born and raised? I was fishing long before I started punching! And I started doing that before I could properly walk.

Jaune: *Trying to find a way out, looking at the rest of the guys* Well... it might...

Ren: *Placed his bicorn on top of Jaune's head, has fled deep into the boat's cabin*

Sun: *Finding the fishing poles very interesting*

Scarlet: *Minding his business up top*

Sage: *Joined Scarlet*

Neptune: *Disconnected Scroll call*

Jaune: Traitors. It might have slipped our minds our little. Say... who's also there with you?

Nora: *Sickeningly sweet tone, in a cute pink one-piece with frills* ~Oh, Renny.~ That tub of yours better have a captain's cabin.

Ren: *Muffled noises of a barricade being erected*

Nora: *Heading into the cabin* Oh ho ho, I do like a challenge.

Jaune: Right... And the rest is there too, right? Weiss paying?

Weiss: *In a white and blue bikini, sarong and a very wide-brimmed hat to keep the sun from her perfectly pale skin* Against my better judgement, yes. Just be thankful I've got access to my own private, and very sizable, funds.

Blake: *Already on The Raging Sloth, wearing a form-fitting diving suit with the front zipped down, she's watching the fishing poles with Sun* These waters are renowned for their tuna. I was never not going to join because of that.

Ruby: *In swimming trunks, Menagerie-patterned shirt and a Patch Strikers Cap* Our dad's got the local record for most fish and biggest fish caught back home. Imma gonna get those international prices, buddy!

Jaune: Well, it's lovely of you to be here, I guess. Uhm. Where's Pyrrha?

Yang: Oh yeah... she's hyping herself up.

Jaune: What's that supposed... to... *Sees the last person appearing next to Yang*

Pyrrha: *In a red and green patterned bikini that accentuates each and every curve of her perfectly toned body, her brilliant long red hair freely cascading down her back, has a shy but radiant smile as she greets Jaune* Hello, again.

Jaune: *Blinks once, twice* Oh... Hello to you too.

Yang: Alright, dumb stuff out of the way. Let's get to business!

Various noises of various levels of excitement rang out that day.

No-one was allowed, nor had the intention of entering the captain's quarters. The noises scared everyone, but Ren was congratulated afterwards by all the guys on board.

Sun caught the biggest tuna, it was lost to the greedy, hungry belly of one Blake Belladonna who "Regrets nothing!".

Ruby caught the biggest tuna that the rest managed to keep Blake away from.

Weiss did not catch a sunburn, surprising everyone including herself.

Jaune did not get motion-sick, also surprising everyone.

Pyrrha finally got her hands on her knight. The knight is still somewhat confused but happier than ever.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #lie ren #jaune arc #team sssn #team rwby #team jnpr #yang xiao long #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #arkos #renora

[chiiyuuvv]

First time asking for riize but can u do a riize anton imagine like when he was a swimmer and both of yall become friends and u get injured and he helps u recover and get back on track hope u see it and ilysm girl 🫶🫶🫶

• PAIRING — anton x fem!reader (can always ignore)

• GENRE — pool party!! Idk the dynamic i just wrote, shy anton, mention of sungchan and shotaro

• WORD COUNT — 786

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this took so long. And i also dont know shat about swimming, so if it doesnt maken sense now it does 🤷‍♀️

• TAGLIST — @eun-luv (welcome 🤗)

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It was a hot day in the summer, the house surrounded with cold drinks, bikinis, and a big pool at the edge. After his friends convinced him, anton went around the school to invite people to his house. A pool party, in short.

He wasnt surprised when people showed up, considering he was giving out free food and a warm pool to dive in. But he was surprised when he saw you walk through the door, your hair in a loose pony tail and a dry towel wrapping your shoulders.

Although he was quiet in class, he was extra nervous around you, beating himself up when you left for his constant stuttering and rosy cheeks. He wanted to impress you, show you that he wasnt always quiet, that he had a wild side to him. Maybe thats why he agreed to the party in the first place, his friends knowing his oh so obvious feelings for you.

With a nervous wave he beckons you over, taking in a deep breath to calm down his raging heart. "Hey!! You made it!" His voice was higher than how he anticipated since he really, really thought you weren't going to show up.

"Of course! How could i turn down some free food?" You joke, going in for a hug which anton awkwardly accepts, his arms wrapping around your bare waist, as you were already in your bikini. Since he was taller, you head layed on his chest, his fast heart beating in your ears.

You finally release the hug, a smile tugging at your lips when you look up at the pink boy that was avoiding your eye contact. "Stop looking at mee!!" He whines, covering your eyes with his hands as you laugh.

"Would you stop coupling and come on!!" A boy calls, sungchan. "R-right, be right there." Anton shouts back, turning his head to look down at you. "Let's go.." he quietly mutters, leading the way as you run beside the boy, grabbing his hand.

.

The party goes on as usual, different classmates taking turns to jump off the singular diving board in the lee family, each person showing off their cool skills.

After getting a drink spilled on, anton had no choice but to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. The boys teasing as per usual and your cheeks flushed.

It was your turn to jump off the diving board. With each step of the ladder, you felt a new ounce of confidence wash over you. Finally at the top, you give anton a quick wave, steadying your legs to prepare your jump.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch as anton frantically at your direction, causing you to turn around. The board was already slippery because of the wet water, so you slide off, your ankle twisting as you let out a scream.

Everyones heads turn at the noise, antons eyes widening as he quickly jumps into the pool to fetch your body.

.

"Is she dead?? HYUNG I THINK I KILLED HER!!"

"You didnt kill her ton, i told you your waving was going to get her attention. Shes just unconscious."

"Well thats because you kept saying i liked her-"

"And was i wrong?"

Your eyes slowly open to find shotaro sending anton a sideways smirk, the boy quickly looking down as his cheeks pinken. "Guys..?" You groan, the boys putting their attention back on you.

"Hey! We- i mean I gotta get some stuff, soo anton will stay with you." Shotaro quickly scurries away before anton can even reject, a nervous smile plastered on his face as he looks back at you.

"Hi.." he awkwardly waves, feeling a little better that youre able to wave back. "What happened?"

"You had slipped off, and twisted your ankle." He quietly informs, rubbing your red ankle with some ice. "Shotaros gonna get some more ice, and whatever else you need." He offers a small smile, giving a nod.

"Thanks." You tiredly smile at the boy, using your arms to prompt yourself up to lay your head on a chair. "Oh! Lemme help you.." anton scoots beside you, taking your head and laying it on a pillow. "Thanks." You repeat, noticing how anton was a little too close to you. His pink lips catching your attention as your eyes drift from his eyes, anton quickly noticing.

He gulps, his adams apple bobbing as he leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You let out a giggle at the feeling, wrapping your arms around the boys neck to deepen it.

"Alright i got all the supplies and- anton i meant ask her on a date not make out with her!!" -shotaro

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[svnnysidez]

eunseok nsfw alphabet

minors dni!

a=aftercare: he runs a bath for you, he knows he takes a lot out of you when you have sex so he makes sure to pamper you afterwards

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself are his hands. he loves his hands, more the hand prints that he leaves on your ass from how hard he slaps it. his favorite body part on you is your ass, he looovveess doggy so much because he can see the way your butt jiggles when his hips slap against it. loves leaving hand prints on your butt esp when he knows you'll be in a bikini the next day so the prints will be on display

c=cum: cums on ur ass and back and thighs, he isnt really a big fan of cumming inside of you honestly but he loves painting your skin with his cum

d=dirty secret: he LOVES when you pull his hair when hes eating you out, and just in general, he would never admit it bcs he knows you would make fun of him for sounding like a bottom

e=experience: hes pretty experienced, i wouldnt say his body count is through the roof but its not zero, he knows what he likes, and he also knows what you like and thats all the matters to him

f=favorite position: like i said before he loves doggy, or anything to do with ur ass being in the air, loves the way your ass jiggles

g=goofy: i wouldnt say hes "goofy" but i wouldnt say hes like serious either. but ig hes "serious" in this situation, hes not like cracking jokes or anything, ig you're the funny one bcs hes fucking you silly

h=hair: hes not like completely shaved down, but hes def trimmed, keeps the hair short bcs if ur sucking his dick he doesnt want his bush to get in your mouth he thinks its gross

i=intimacy: he is not super intimate, he will have intimate sex with you if its like your anniversary or something but its mostly rough

j=jack off: he doesnt masterbate like, ever, why should he if he has someone whos willing to do it for him whenever 😁

k=kink: impact play, loves slapping you around, slapping your ass, your face, your tits, and you love it as much as he does

l=location: hes not really a big fan of doing it anywhere besides the bedroom, but like if yall are watching a movie on the couch yall will do it there

m=motivation: he loves when you wear short skirts, or shorts, or anything that shows off your ass. he always tells you its only for him though, if you wear stuff like that around the guys he'll kill the guys for looking at you and then you for wearing it around them

n=no: doing anything with the other members, hes made it very clear that he would never include them in yalls sex life (not that you need it) he just thinks it should be between the two of you and no one else has to be involved

o=oral: goes both ways, he loves when you suck him off but he also loves eating you out, like he cannot choose which one he likes more

p=pace: fast and rough‼️ you can probably only count on one hand how many times you've had slow sex with eunseok

q=quickie: LOVEESSS quickies, since his schedule is so packed he can barely fit you in so when he can he makes the very most of it

r=risks: takes risks sometimes, not without asking you first ofc, he always says hes down to try anything once

s=stamina: he has so much stamina lord its crazy, he gets so hard so fast after cumming its crazy. he can probably go for 7 rounds without stopping 😭

t=toys: he doesnt really use toys, he doesnt think him or you will benefit from it

u=unfair: oh hes such a tease, he can do it forever without getting tired of it

v=volume: he doesnt really make sounds, he does talk dirty tho, calls you names like slut, whore etc,

w=wild card: when he first met you he thought you were the prettiest person ever, like genuinely he had never seen anyone like you before. he saw your pretty makeup, your eyelashes batting, and he knew he just wanted to ruin you, wanted to make your pretty makeup smear, have your long eyelashes wet with tears. and thats what he did, he had you screaming his name under him and that was just the first round.

x=xray: hes about 8" and hes pretty girthy, bro is not messing around with his cock 🥲

y=yearning: he doesnt think abt the act of having sex, he thinks about you in general more, just about how pretty you are, and then that gets him going

z=zzz: he doesnt fall asleep that quickly, he usually lets you fall asleep before him

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[shesarainbow]

Spending the summer with Max Cady

🎶 Hot summer nights, mid-july, when you and I were forever wild, the crazy days, the city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child 🎶

You and Max are driving down the highway in his red Mustang, listening to music. You're sitting in the passenger seat, singing your favourite summer song at the top of your lungs, while Max smiles and strokes your hair, happy.

Max takes you to the mall before heading to the beach. You literally drag him into the photo booth to take pictures. Max lets you to sit on his lap before smiling at the camera. You lean in on his shoulder and smile. Your favourite photo is the one where Max is making funny expressions. Max’s is the one where you’re just laughing at something he said. 

Max enjoys buying you stuff, so he encourages you to choose whatever you want. “Anything you want, babe. My lil’ girl earned it.” You walk out of the mall wearing a big hat, glamorous sunglasses, and a lovely dress that Max has picked out for you.

At the beach, Max insists on applying sunscreen to your skin because he doesn’t want you to get sunburned. He does it with care and lets you to do the same thing on his tattoed skin.

Max can’t stop staring at your bikini body. He thinks you’re just fabulous. Oh, how he admires your beautiful body...

You swim in the ocean and have a water fight. Or if you can’t swim, Max patiently teaches you. “Attagirl! That's my mermaid!”

You make sand angels on the beach or play frisbee before diving back into the ocean.

While Max relaxes under the beach umbrella, you collect seashells, make a necklace and give it to him. He’s very proud of your necklace and puts it on right away, kissing your salty skin.

Max is sleeping, you approach him on tiptoe, splash him with water, then run off giggling. “C’mere, you little brat!” he chases you until he grabs you and holds you down on the sand. “Someone needs to be punished, huh?” and start kissing you. 

You spend the remaining time building a sandcastle, burying Max in the sand, sunbathing while Max strokes you, or writing your names in the sand.

He chooses a quiet spot in the park, under the shade of the trees, and improvises a picnic with your favourite ice cream while you listen to him read one of his favourite books or recite Bible verses.

You beg Max to buy you a cherry lollipop and tease him by licking it slowly before you start singing the famous song Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop. Max grabs you, wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you long and hard. “Just behave like a good little girl, will ya? Or else Daddy could get upset, things could get out of hand and I could do something to you that you would not like, right here. You don’t wanna make me angry, do ya?” You tease him a little more, but he’s pretty serious, so you just pull yourself together. Max grabs your hand as you walk in silence. “I’m sorry… are you still upset with me?” you whisper. He’s secretly enjoying all this and lifts your chin, saying “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. But don’t do it again, all right?” You simply nod.

Very often you are mistaken for father and daughter. Max is actually flattered and always replies with “Yeah, she’s my little girl.” and you can't help but blush, knowing what he really means.

Everyday is a new day, and you never know what will happen. You and Max are constantly on the road, staying in motels, eating in diners, and visiting new towns.

One day Max rents a boat, and you spend the entire day sunbathing and cuddling each other.

You go to an amusement park and take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. You visit the Haunted Mansion and spend the entire time clinging to his arm. “Are you scared, babe? You're such adorable, sweetie!” he teases you, pinching your cheek.

You go to the aquarium and enjoy watching the penguins hop around and the dolphins and seals swim and play. Max prefers to watch the sharks gliding past the window instead.

Max decides to get a new tattoo and convinces you to do the same. If you're too scared, you can just watch him as he assures you that he's not in any pain. He chooses to have your name tattoed on his skin.

You go bowling, and, of course, Max always wins. You can't even lift the heavy ball and Max shows you how and lets you win.

You go to the cinema or watch a movie at the drive-in. His hand resting on your leg, his mind distracted by your presence.

On July 4th, Max takes you to watch the parade, and then you watch the fireworks together. You're lying on a blanket, your head resting on Max's chest; he's your giant pillow, and you're having a bonfire while gazing at the stars. You stay up all night watching the sunrise.

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[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the Comics: Like a Drugged Up Business Man (Issues 4-7)

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #4: Wild Midnight

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Russ Heath

ALRIGHT. Let's get back to our new writer, Chuck. 

So Chuck wrote issues 1-24 and issue 34. Apparently he wasn't too keen on it. It was a job. A job at Marvel. And it was an in to get into the comic writing big leagues. 

Now, issues 1-24 is nothing to sneeze at. It's a good number of comics. However, there is some criticism that he left the series on a half hearted cliff hanger. He introduced plot lines then left before he finished them. 

Never a nice thing to do to a series or to the next writer (Ask Star Trek TNG how they felt about that with the borg writer that tried to leave. Seriously, ask. I love Star Trek.) 

Why am I bringing this up on issue # 4? We'll get to that. Just keep that in the back of your mind as we go along. 

You guys see probably looking at that guy on the cover and going "HEY! That guy looks familiar! And Midnight? This is obviously a play on the name. Is this Midnight man?" 

And I'm here to tell you that: You are paying attention. Good for you. 

We open on Atlanta Georgia! 

We see a glass building with a man climbing up the side with classic 1990s suction cups on his hands and knees. I can't tell you how many movies I saw with these. 

Also? 

“Heh heh heh” (this always gets me laughing.) 

"VERY scary, Mr. Spector!" 

"Marlene! I thought I locked that door." 

"You didn't." 

"I thought that rough guy talk came naturally. I didn't know you practiced." 

"I WASN'T! I was just trying on my new kevlar costume and kind of got in the mood.

The last one got pretty shot up when I was getting you out of Burunda. I thought I'd look into something more bullet resistant." 

Yeah... Marc would need something more bullet resistant since the man doesn't know how to DUCK. 

Marlene doesn't like him joking about Bushman. She is still upset that Marc didn't kill him. 

"He's never going to stop hounding you. You should have kiled you." 

Marc laughs at her blood thirsty attitude. 

Marlene is still not impressed. 

"You were a MERCENARY, Marc. You traded in death every day. But after your original run-in with Bushman you put on that goofy costume and all of a sudden you became a Choir Boy." 

(No, that's Dare Devil.) 

My argument that Marlene is a toxic partner continues. She always wants him to be something different. In the original run she just wants Steven and for him to settle down with her. Here, she has 'accepted' him as Marc, but she wants him to be what her idea of him is: A brutal killer. 

She is not having any of Marc's silly ways. And this just kills me because Marc, under all that angst and trauma, is a silly guy. 

Marlene is not having his silliness. 

"I hope you get a chance to grow up before somebody kills you!" 

And she storms off. 

A little later, Marc goes looking for Marlene and comes across Chloe. The new 'cook'. And there she is cooking in her bikini top again. 

He asks if she's seen Marlene. 

"Not lately, Marc. She took the porsche and went to her apartment in the city. She said that she would see you again when you grew up and stopped playing cowboy." 

"Her exact words?" 

"I would not repeat her exact words, Mr. Spector." 

Frenchie interrupts the two to tell him that Marc's accountant is there to see him on urgent matters. 

"On the last six Friday nights, six different businesses in six different cities were broken into and valuables stolen. A real pro. He only skimmed the best stuff. Cash... Paintings... Securities... Anything that wasn't nailed down." 

Turns out Marc is a major stockholder in every one of those businesses. 

Turns out, this makes Marc a suspect because his name keeps popping up in the investigation. 

Poor Marc. "Paper rich but cash poor." 

(Steven sure did know what he was doing with investing and things as a way to plan for the future. Too bad Marc has no idea what he's doing.) 

Marc asks more about the burglaries. 

Turns out at each robbery, a clock was smashed with the hands at midnight. 

And I give you a close up of Marc’s reaction to that bit of news. 

“Midnight?!” 

This man... 

Elsewhere, we find some thugs trying to offload some fur coats. 

They are arguing about price and things are starting to escalate when BLAAM. 

Moon Knight literally blows a hole in the ceiling and busts in. 

He'd like to talk to one of the thugs. 

"You guys don't mind if Winslow and I talk privately, do you?" 

turns out Winslow used to fence Anton Mogart's stolen items. 

You all remember Aton Mogart, right? The original Midnight Man. 

Winslow is interrogated and declares taht Anton is dead. 

Moon Knight declares that Anton is alive and that "I'll be back. If you've heard from him, I'll find out and I'll burn you down. Kapish?" 

(Awww Marc, I love that Yiddish). 

And then Moon Knight leaves back out the hole he made.

I mean... At least he's actually using the same exit now. 

Back at the mansion, Frenchie noted that Marc was "wound up so tight over Mogart." 

"It's personal. He's goading me. I made a mistake thinking he was dead and now he's rubbing my face in it. Not only is he stealing from me, but he's making it look like I have something to do with it." 

Frenchie tells Marc that it's a shame no one can tell him anything. (Where's Jake when you need him?). 

"Too bad you can't just invite him out for a beer?" 

And I kid you not. Marc and his amazing bad decision making skills everyone: 

"You're just shy of being indicted, you're under investigation by every federal agency but the department of agriculture and you want to throw a bash?

Half of the guests are going to be feds. You're wired for sound better than a David Bowie concert. A low profile would be best." 

"You want me to act guilty, right, Hal? It's Friday night and a week since his last job. The wealthiest stiffs in three states are here. Our thief won't be able to resist." 

"I heard that you were some kind of adventurer in your past. But this kind of stunt is stupid." 

"You're a hardcase, Hal, but you're still an accountant You know your Jungle and I know mine." 

Pretty smug there Marc. 

And at the party, we find a platinum blonde making her way around. Oh look at that! Felicia Hardy! 

For those not in the know, she's an on again off again love interest for Spider-Man and also a cat burglar, and also Black Cat! 

Wonder what she's doing there? Hmmmmmm. 

Meanwhile, Frenchie is also displeased at this whole affair. 

"I hate this whole idea, Marc. There're too many people around. It's a bad situation." 

"Stop worrying, Frenchie. This apartment is unapproachable from anyother building and the basement is locked up tight." 

Marc explains that they've left no option but for the Midnight Man to be drawn out. The place is a 'fortress'. 

"Just like the Alamo." (oh Frenchie how I love you). 

And then Marc notices "the blonde". Marc no.

Marc. Marc no. No Marc. No. 

Lucky for Marc, he's interrupted by a gushing lady about how generous he is with his donations to the local children's hospital. 

He's ushered up on stage to start the pledge drive just before midnight. 

Marc stars by donating One Hundred Thousand dollars. 

He's informed that someone else has donated Half a Million Dollars. 

Out done at his own shindig, Marc askes who donated the check. 

"A mister Anton Mogart." 

Side note: This art style is reminding me of early Spider-Man art with all the handsome but reactive close up faces of Peter Parker and it is sending me. 

It's at this time that smoke bombs go off in the ballroom. 

Considering that the party is full of FBI and various investigators... We see several of them spring into action, pulling out weapons like it's the 50s. 

Ms. Hardy also springs into action, making a break for it. 

And then we see a figure clad in all black running through the crowd snatching up all the fancy jewelry. 

And then Moon Knight also runs by in the gas. 

Which... now you have two figures in a cloak and hood running through a gassed up room. Good job Moon Knight. 

The feds mistake him for the bad guy and open fire. 

Marc Spector, Everyone:

Our Mystery Moon Knight makes a run for it, sucker punching Frenchie and slipping down a hall. 

He's got a game planned and Moon Knight is invited to play. 

"C'mon, Moonie! You can't win if you don't play!" 

He tosses more gas bombs and makes to escape only to run face first into Moon Knight's fist. 

"You should have stayed dead, Mogart. I don't know where you've been holed up all these years..." 

Midnight man rolls away and runs for an open window then dives out, landing in "One of those slide tubes for high rise rescues." 

I'm glad I'm not the only one that has no idea what those things are called. 

Moon Knight watches as Midnight Man slides away in the tube. 

"But I'm not stupid enough to follow him down this thing..." 

"Then how stupid are you?" Black Cat!

She sucker kicks him. And I gotta say, that had to hurt. 

Little History of Black Cat, AKA Felicia Hardy! 

First appeared in The Amazing Spider-Man 1979! Daughter of a world renowned cat burglar. 

Depending on how she's being written, she also has the ability to cause bad luck to anyone that comes up against her. Sometimes love interest, ally, and enemy to Spider-Man. Too bad she has no interest in his alter-ego Peter Parker. 

Something else about her? She has superhuman strength. She packs a punch! Along with agility, balance, and expert knowledge in fighting styles and gymnastics. 

I was honestly surprised to see her in this. There was no indication of a ‘special guest appearance’ on the cover. Usually there is when you bring in a pretty face like this. 

Especially in a two parter because this is the end of the issue! 

But we certainly see her on the cover of the next issue!! Interesting choices being made here. 

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #5: Rockin’ at Midnight

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

Another change in artist. In a two parter. That’s pretty weird, honestly. What the heck was going on at Marvel at this time? (aside from the mass exodus to DC that took place followed by a new editor and chief, and Stan Lee leaving New York for LA to start up Marvel studios to start producing cartoons and shows, leaving a void in creative control that was filled by the editor in chief and big wigs. You know… all that.) 

Alright, we open up on Moon Knight not having a very good time. 

We start with Black Cat mistaking him for the other hooded figure that stole all the jewels. 

Moon Knight tries to reason with her. 

"It's Anton Mogart we're after. He calls himself Midnight." 

"And what do you call yourself, Caspter the un-friendly ghost?" 

"Uh... Moon Knight?" 

Yeah she's never heard of him. 

Poor Marc. 

They fight a bit and Marc tosses her in the closet and locks the door to chill for a minute. 

He turns to give chase to Midnight and comes face to guns with the FBI. 

They think he’s the thief and they try to arrest him. 

….Marc that’s not how you… 

So he beats them up and runs off. 

Black Cat bursts through the door and also runs off.

He instructs Frenchie to get them airborne quickly. 

"I ran into some bad luck. It started when a black cat crossed my path." 

Black Cat catches up in time to watch them take off in the chopper and she manages to somehow attach a line and get pulled along without them noticing. 

They manage to spot Midnight Man getting into his car just before he takes off. 

At this point, Black Cat jumps on top of the chopper to say hi. 

"Who is she, boss?" 

"Uh... Someone I met at the party. Keep your eyes on Midnight, Frenchie." 

Yeah... Just...ignore the lady in the literal cat suit sitting on top of the plane. Good plan. 

They zoom off after Midnight and of course he looks up and notices the moon shaped plane chasing him. 

They zip across the bridge and Black Cat is impressed with their gumption. 

"You are WAY crazy, Casper, climbing down a ladder from a chopper doing at least seventy. But, I haven't been to Queens in ages. Not since Parker and I called it finito. Y'know, Casper's costume's not much... But with a build like that... What did he say his name was? Moonbeam? Moonshine? Moonraker? 

Get serious, Felicia. Why would a guy name himself after a James Bond movie. Especially a Roger Moore James Bond movie. ICK!" 

LOL What's great about this is that as a fan of the 90s Spider-man cartoon growing up, they all had fast talking monologue thoughts and I can hear this in that style. 

It's just wonderful to hear how the writing style was back then.

Alright a lot is about to happen and fast talk is only the first half of it! Welcome to the end of the 80s and early 90s! 

Moon Knight drops from the chpper to land on the getaway car. 

"Moon Knight! My main man! You come to see the USA in my Chevrolet?" 

(Midnight man suddenly sounds like Lobo from DC comics who is the MOST late 80s early 90s character I've ever come across and the reason why I still to this day still will randomly call someone "My main man".)

"When did you develop a sense of humor, Mogart? A stupid sense of humor." Marc's just mad he's not the one cracking the jokes. 

"Oh, Lots of things about me would surprise you, Moonie." 

Black Cat is close on their tail as she leaps car to car through traffic. 

She notes that Ol' Moonie was telling the truth after all and seems to be the good guy. 

Moon Knight demands that Midnight pull over. Midnight politely declines. 

And welcome to Marc continuing his string of bad luck. 

I don’t even know where to start. 

It's okay. The car lands in the water. 

Black Cat is sad to see all the stolen diamonds sinking down with the car. 

Frenchie flies in and drops a ladder. 

Luckily, Marc surfaces. 

He's unable to locate Midnight man. 

"No sign of him. ....Huh. You always were a lousy swimmer, Mogart." 

This is a hilarious call back to the first time Mogart fell off a cliff into the water and 'drowned'. Then again later when Mogart kidnapped him in the sweres and 'drowned' again. He uh... He's got a problem with water. 

Moon Knight has another concern. 

"Lost another cape. That's getting expensive." 

And with that, Moon Knight flies off and Black Cat watches him go. 

"Catch you another time, Moonbug. Maybe we'll get to party again. I'll bet he's cute under that creepy mask. What IS it about a man in a mask tha tmakes me melt?" 

Black Cat certainly has bad luck when it comes to men. 

Frenchie and Marc return home. Frenchie remarks about the fuel being on E because Marc was so insistent on searching up and down the river looking for Midnight, just in case. 

"I wanted to make sure he's really dead this time. No more unpleasant surprises." 

"Your entire life is a series of unpleasant surprises, Marc." 

Frenchie, you hit the nail on the head real hard there, buddy. 

Speaking of unpleasant... 

They land and Marlene is there to greet him. A little desperate. 

If you recall, the last we saw her, she had stormed off after picking a fight with Marc. 

Now she's back and she throws herself into his arms. 

"I wanted to apologize for the way I acted yesterday. I have no right to try and change you." 

And then she finds a platinum blonde hair on his outfit. (Black Cat brings all the bad luck) 

"A little disagreement and you run off with the first tramp you can find! You disgust me, Marc!" 

And she storms out again. 

Marc's pretty pissed off. He goes and has an argument with the Khonshu statue as usual. I'm glad to see that remains from the original days. Is it even Marc if he doesn’t have a moment or arguing with and blaming all his troubles on a statue? 

"What are YOU looking at, Khonshu? If it weren't for YOU I wouldn't have all these complications in my life. I'd be happier and things would go a lot smoother with Marlene. Sure. 

If it weren't for Khonshu, I'd be DEAD and so would Marlene. Both of our lives were saved the night that I took on the cloak of Khonshu and became Moon Knight. I just have to learn to live with an Ancient Egyptian GOD in my life--And the guilt over my less-than-moral mercenary days. 

Could be worse. Some guys have to live with their in-laws. Where'd the water on the floor come from?" 

Marc…. 

Window exit! Do I count this? Also, he’s constantly trashing his own mansion. 

Marc.... Marc.... 

He refuses to listen and Midnight puts up a fight. 

"If I have to kick your butt to get you to listen, I can do that!" 

And then Marc's new 'cook' Chloe shows up, distracting Midnight. 

Moon Knight manages to punch him out

Moon Knight unmasks him to find.... "It's just some kid." 

He picks up the unconscious man and starts to carry him inside. 

"What should we do with him?" 

"This kind of situation wasn't covered in your maid job description, but could you get me a bottle of asprins and a couple of beers to wash 'em down, Chloe? We'll BOTH need them." 

Marc, you are just filled with bad ideas. 

Now with the new Midnight man tied up to a chair, he regains consciousness and Marc starts his interrogation. 

"Now maybe you can tll us who you are, Kid." 

"Sure thing. You can ditch the mask though. I already know all about you. Spector." 

“What’s the use of a secret identity if everyone already knows it? How do all the other guys do it?” - Marc who is so bad at keeping his identity that he stopped trying later. 

Yeah, totally called it. It seems any time an old villain shows up and isn’t the old villain, it’s always the son or something. I’m…Just surprised that Mogart had a kid, to be honest. 

Jeffrey Wilde, the new Midnight man, goes into his story. 

His mom didn't marry Mogart. He was a fling baby. 

That makes sense, knowing Mogart. 

Mogart sent money for support "when he thought of it". 

He met Mogart for the first time when Mogart was dying in a hospice of cancer. 

Turns out the chemicals that deformed him also gave him cancer. 

As a kid, he had collected newspaper clippings of Mogart's special activities. While visiting his dying father, Mogart had disclosed his techniques and asked his son to stay on the right side of the law. 

Marc is surprised to hear that Mogart really IS dead and that he isn't the one that ended up killing him. 

He asks the kid why he's been bothering him and framing him and all that business. 

"To show you what I picked up from my old man. To show you how good I am. That I can be your partner." 

Oh boy, this is going to end well. 

Marc is just as incredulous as I am. 

"Say WHAT?!" 

The kid wants someone to show him how to "learn the crimefighting game" and he figures Moon Knight is the best there is to do that. 

(LOL I Love you Frenchie). 

Marc reads him the riot act, telling him to run home to his "Mama". 

"...Stay off my back and stay away from anything to do with me." 

He has Frenchie send the kid home. 

This is not the last we are going to see of Jeff Wilde. 

A product of the late 80s and early 90s when everyone felt like all the heroes needed some sort of protege or to work with younger kids wanting to become heroes. And, spoiler here: It doesn't end well, as most things don't end well when it comes to Marc Spector. 

Alright.... So now we go elsewhere and pick up a completely different story plot. 

Just, out of the blue that's going to leave off on a cliff hanger and lead into the next issue. 

I find this sort of story telling deeply unsatisfying. There's ending on a cliffhanger, then there's just dropping plots and deliberately setting up another issue. 

Not to mention Marvel did that thing they always do that I hate where you have a whole "LOOK AT THIS CROSSOVER" with Black Cat who then just goes "Yeah, I'm not interested" and leaves. 

It's just such an obvious ploy for readership and money. 

That's my two cents. Anyways.... On to elsewhere. 

We find ourselves in a subway station with a big guy and a bunch of rowdy teens. 

The teens point out that the big guy in a suspicious trenchcoat and hat smells really bad. 

The guy exits the subway (not at all suspicious) and makes his way down town. 

More punks give the big guy a hard time until the big guy pulls out a huge machete. 

The punks pull out their guns and open fire on the guy. The guy gets shot in the head and all over but keeps coming till he stabs one of the punks. 

The big guy goes down while the other punks freak out. 

Then we get a close up look at the guy's face. 

It's actually pretty grusum and I'm not going to post it, but he's pretty decayed looking with yellow and red eyes and gnarly teeth. 

The caption: ZOMBIE FRIDAY NIGHT. 

And that's where the issue ends. 

Now, if you were with me in the Moench run break downs, you’ll remember we already covered zombies with Brother Voodoo. 

.....Taking a peak at the next cover we get "Brother Voodoo comes to town!" 

Yeah... Apparently Brother Voodoo only covers zombies... Hmmm... Only this time he's not in the jungle, but in the big city. 

I'm going to be honest here: I'm not going to cover every issue. There's no way. The late 80s and early 90s were ROUGH. 

You are going to find a lot of themes of BUSINESS and DRUGS and PUNKS and JUNKIES and YOUNG TEEN VIOLENCE. These were all the major hitters for the late 80s or early 90s. 

They did everything to make the comics seem exciting and relevant and were often written by new arrivals to big comics that were trying to attract readers. 

So I'm going to skim this one real quick for you guys (because you're also going to get a lot of stereotypical black man jive stuff in this and it's painful to read through). 

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #6: One Hand in the River 

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

We start at "Spector Enterprises Inc" (What the heck business does he do? No one knows. Some complicated business stuff I'm sure) where Marc is pulled in all sorts of directions for his business needs. 

You see, Marc isn't used to business. This isn't Marc Spector's bag. This is why he needs Steven Grant. This is why I don't understand why the writer decided to get rid of Steven and Jake. It makes no sense. 

Marc has placed himself as the president of Spector Enterprises Inc. and he has no idea what he's doing. 

Oh look. Midnight returned all the stolen property to the FBI offices in Brooklyn. The FBI has decided Marc isn't worth looking into....

But the IRS is suddenly VERY interested in Marc's business practices. 

He's being Audited. 

Marc heads to his office to sulk and finds Brother Voodoo waiting there for him. 

Marc points out that Brother Voodoo looks a bit rough. 

He sure does. 

Jericho says he needs Moon Knight's help. 

Marc ones more complains that someone knows who he is. 

"I think I'm going to take out a full page ad in the times and tell EVERYBODY my 'Secret Identity' and get it over with." 

Turns out a cult is in New York. The same cult they fought way back in the day that likes to play with Zombies. 

At this point Brother Voodoo takes off his snazzy sunglasses and reveals that he too has been made into a zombie! 

We cut to outside where Moon Knight's biggest fan is waiting in a car. "Well if it isn't Marc Spector, AKA Moon Knight. Thought you'd shake me, didn't you, m'man? Well Midnight's no brush off I wonder who his creepy amigo is." 

We see Marc walking to a cab with Brother Voodoo. 

Brother Voodoo is apparently fighting off being controlled by the cult by eating salty snacks. The salt does some chemical mumbo jumbo to give him control. 

He can also sense when other zombies are near and look! our trench coat friend is walking by. 

They follow the zombie into a building. Up on the top floor there is a fancy restaurant where some mafia sort of guys are having lunch. 

They talk a bit of shop about paying people off and yadda yadda yadda... 

We see two heads talking about turf and disputes. They start talking about new guys in town that come from some 'kinda cult thing'. 

And boom! Trench coat zombie man busts in! 

And Moon Knight busts in. (When and where did he have time to change?!?) 

If I had to put money on this... I'd say this was the same fancy resturant that was previously featured in an earlier comic where the big violent guy went on what he thought was a date and then tried to blow the place up. 

Moon Knight and Brother Voodoo fight the gangsters for some reason. The gangsters all dealt with, they turn to confront the zombie to find... He's got a bomb strapped to his chest! (this poor resturant). 

The zombie is ready to detinate and Brother Voodoo tells Moon Knight that "No one can sway him from the spell he is under." 

Just when all seems lost, Midnight swings in (literally) and tackles the zombie. 

He kicks the zombie out the window (hitting him square in the dynamite) and the zombie explodes, blasting out the window and causing some damage to the side of the building. 

"That stupid kid. That stupid, stupid kid!" Moon Knight is not pleased. 

"You've been following me! I told you to back off, Kid! I don't need a partner! I don't want a partner!

Why are you still tagging along behind me, kid?" 

"Could it be your winning personality?" 

Moon Knight is stunned speechless. (I like to think it's because he isn't used to being addressed like this and the jab at his personality hits home since Steven and Jake are apparently being suppressed or just flat out denied). 

Pissed off, Marc storms off with Brother Voodoo. 

They all pile into Midnight's car where awkward introductions are had. 

They head back to the mansion. 

Meanwhile, in South Bronx, we find ourselves in a slum where a bunch of zombies are watching.... THE ANDY GRIFFITH SHOW. The zombies appear to appreciate it. 

And now we got zombie cult guy making deals with south american cartel gangsters that wanted to wipe out the mafia guys. (I told you this was going to get complicated) 

Back at the mansion, we find Jericho trashing a room while Marc and Jeff are waiting outside the room while Jericho 'gets his head in order' before they storm the zombie cult location. 

Oh look! Chloe shows up to demand to know what's going on. 

And Jeff CLEARLY has the hots for her. Hmmm. 

The room inside is getting trashed, but it's better than the time he brought home Jack Russell the werewolf and locked him in his room... Marc...needs to make better decisions. 

ANd Brother Voodoo has his head in order now and pops out to tell him that the zombies are located in the South Bronx and they have work to do! 

End issue. 

Oh boy... A multi parter... I can’t help but think back to Moench’s time when each issue had the ability to tell the story and stand alone. Sure, we got a few multi part stories, but they flowed together so well. 

Thena gain, they didn’t really have standard volumes that told one story like comics do now. In today’s comics, you have Volumes that contain roughly 5-6 issues that all connect together. Sometimes you have a stand alone issue mixed in, but usually it still has a way to lead into the story. In the original comics, each issue stood alone and didn’t end until a massive change in writer and direction of the comic was needed. We moved from Moon Knight to Marc Spector Moon Knight and got a new set of volumes. 

And while, sure, it’s interesting to see them telling longer stories… These aren’t ALL connected stories. These are special guest cross-over stories. Collect them all and put them in a volume and you still get the most random stuff. And each ending of the issues just feels like they are cutting the story in half. 

I’m starting to see why Ol’ Chuck Dixon isn’t a well known Moon Knight writer and why his run in particular was criticized like it was. Interesting. 

Marc Spector - Moon Knight: Issue #7: Zombie Saturday Night

Written by: Charles Dixon

Art by: Sal Velluto

Alright... Now... We uh...

We got the gang all here having breakfast in the kitchen and...

What the hell is going on in this picture...

That GIANT plant up there (I guess Marc’s love of giant potted plants goes back to 1989). The kitchen looks tiny compared to the GIANT mansion we know it’s in. 

Why is Frenchie getting manlier and manlier every time he’s drawn in these issues? Why is he casually oiling all his guns at the table? 

WHY IS MARC DRINKING OUT OF THE BLENDER?!

MARC. MARC NO. 

Well... despite what's going on in that picture...

Brother Voodoo is getting a good breakfast with plenty of salt to help his synapses fire or something. 

He remembers what happened to turn him into a zombie and he regales the group with his... Hey wait... 

....Where's his brother? That's his whole schtick! Brother Voodoo can see the ghost of his brother, who possesses people and helps him! 

Anyways... He tells the group how he was hunting down the zombie cult when he was captured and forced to drink the poison that turned him into a zombie. They also stole his Magical Medallion that was "the focus of my own voudon powers". 

He was then locked up in a ship and taken to New York. 

He tells them about the Slum where the zombies are being trained to kill (and watch Andy Griffith?) 

Frenchie asks how Jericho got away. 

"With the help of my brother, Frenchie." 

See, Frenchie out here asking the important questions. 

Alright, all that out of the way, they decide to head to the Bronx. 

He tells Jericho to take teh van and the rest of them get the chopper (it really only comfortably seats 3, after all). Jeff is excited about the chopper. 

But before they leave, Marc gets a phone call from his really pissed off Accountant. 

It's about the IRS Audit. The accountant is understandably nervous and needs to go over things with Marc. 

Marc blows him off and they leave. (see? There's so much business at stake in these comics.) 

We enter into the typical Moon Knight landing on a roof and rolling into action scene. Only now we have the kid, Jeff, stumbling around because he's not used to Marc's hard hitting take the punch and glider style of fighting. 

Inside, we have the Drug cartel arguing with the Zombie cult about what's going on. With Moon Knight making his way in, the Cartel boss gets antsy and makes a run for it. 

We see more Zombies watching tv and...Oh. I get it. It's the early 90s hysteria about how watching TV makes you into zombies. I remember that. It's a commentary. Hm. 

Brother Voodoo make his way through the building and faces off against the cartel guys. 

Moon Knight makes his way down from the roof, fighting zombies and trying to keep track of Jeff, who reveals his costume is just spandex and not Kevlar like Marc's is. 

Marc... Not everyone can afford Kevlar. 

Marc's fighting zombies, trying to protect Jeff, and trying to deal with Jeff bumbling around. 

At one point Marc gets mad and resorts to his old style of just punching things till they go down. ....Problem is, you can't just punch a Zombie down. 

....So Marc punches him out the window. 

I see Marc's moved from jumping through windows to just throwing things through windows. 

They eventually meet up with Jericho and find themselves surrounded by zombies and the leader. 

Jericho calls for his brother. A little possession here, a little spell chanting there, the zombie leader loses his power and all the zombies go down. 

Jericho manages to get his Medallion back and it restores his power. 

We cut to the Cartel leader calling someone saying he's done with zombies and they need to get their gig up and running again. But outside, another zombie (or the same zombie, it's not clear) in a trench coat has a gun and his picture, clearly there to eliminate him .

And that's the end of this issue and FINALLY the end of this cliffhanger run. 

WHEW. 

Look, some stories are harder to get through than others. Even Moench had a couple of issues that were difficult to read, but they were difficult because sometimes the story just didn’t click with me. I still appreciated the art and the little side bits and nods and fun Moon Knight moments. 

The Marc Spector Moon Knight is difficult for a LOT of reasons, that unfortunately have a LOT to do with the age, the comic style, and the art isn’t as pretty either. 

You got a lot going on and they sacrificed art style for getting as much in as they could to keep the action GOING. It’s rough. There’s a reason why a lot of things from the late 80s and early 90s feels like you’re talking to a coked out business man. And boy howdy do these feel like we’re talking to a coked out business man. 

There’s just so much at stake ALL of the time. And Marc is so bad at managing things. I’d say it’s fascinating to watch Marc crash and burn without Steven and Jake, but the writer CLEARLY has no intention of including Steven and Jake and honestly, would probably prefer to remove all the mental health issues that Moench so lovingly included and dealt with in the creation of Moon Knight. 

So am I going to do a breakdown of ALL the comics in Marc Spector Moon Knight? …I’m going to burn out if I try. So I’m going to find a way to get through them, because I want to read it. I know I skimped it the first time I laid my hands on it, and now I want to see where our Moon Man has been. (plus the next issue includes the Punisher!)

Most likely I’m going to do big long posts that are a summary of multiple comics at once with some pictures to highlight certain aspects, art, or just Marc being MARC. (he’s so bad at everything here). 

Let me know what you think! The 90s were rough people! 

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #Analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #I'd take Steven and Jake but clearly they aren't in this #Hm #Marc is bad at everything and shouldn't be left to make decisions #Am I the only one that sees Jeff and thinks about Nadia and her rant about Jeff? #Jeff... #Why did everyone need a Spelunky sidekick in the 90s?

[writingsofwesteros]

hehe here's something for the jace x targsister from the nsfw quarters https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/741975242735517696/hi-hun-wb-some-nsfw-quarters-for-our-4-modern?source=share

"Thanks for coming to my birthday party Jacey," Jace felt the blood rush to his cock as she looked at him with that teasingly sweet smile. Alicent invited the whole family to the mansion for her birthday, keeping it casual- hence why Daemon was begrudgingly manning the grill (though one look at targsister in her bikini and he suddenly didn't mind too much, Jace noticed.) "Of course," Jace tried to sound smooth, but her tits looked like they could burst from her bikini top- he's starting to think she and Helaena did this on purpose. "Aeg's taking us out tonight for another celebration, you should come." She said as she sipping her margarita. Jace nodded, then suddenly remembering the gift he'd gotten her in his hand, and gave her the bag. "Happy birthday," He said sheepishly, and she giggled and embraced him tightly, and he froze, before hugging her back- his cock was aching at this point. "You're so cute when you're flustered Jacey," She whispered teasingly, before pulling back. As she opened it, he said nervously, "It's nothing much," he was suddenly second guessing his choice when he noticed the Van Cleefs bracelet that Aemond obviously got her. "I just- Hel said you like sentimental stuff, and I thought-" "Aw, Jacey," She gushed, holding the framed pictured of him and her as kids on the beach at Dragonstone, the family ancestral seat turned summer home. "I love it- it's adorable." He flushed red, and sighed in relief. "I'm really glad you like it-" She leaned in for a hug again, and he gladly took it, despite the glare from Aemond and Aegon- though Helaena was clearly giggling. "You know," She whispered. "My swimsuit's getting kinda uncomfortable- think I tied it too tight. Wanna come help me?" His eyes looked as though they would pop from his head. "I'd love to thank you for my gift. He nodded eagerly, he was practically drooling- gods he must look like a puppy-dog, and judging from the war Luke was looking at him and stifling a laugh, he definitely did.

The minute he shut her door, and turned around, he sucked in a breath, as she dropped her itty bitty bikini top and those supple, heavy tits were staring him in the face. "Fuck," He rasped.

"I reeeeeeeaaaally loved my gift Jacey," She hummed, as she stalked over to him, dragging her nails across his toned chest. "Hel was right," She murmured. "You are adorable." Jace felt his hand slide down and cup his leaking cock through his swim trucks. "And always so excited to see me," She giggled. "I need you," He practically whined. "I know baby," She cooed, and Jace bucked into her hand, and leaned in and kissed her desperately, groaning at how good she tastes. She tugs his swim trucks down, and Jace feels his head spinning with want for her.

It didn't take long for Jace to be rutting into her like a desperate man, her legs thrown over his shoulders as the bed below them shook, and she moaned, "Jace- fuck, just like that- you're so big-". Her wet, slick walls kept sucking him in deeper, and deeper, as he bullied her sweet spot. "Fuck- you feel better than I ever thought you would-" He grunted, as her tits jiggled as he fucked into her. It might've been her birthday, but this was the best present he ever got. Hehehehe later that night when Aeg takes them all out for her birthday, Aeg and Aem are way more clingy than usual- they HATE sharing her...and Jace is desperate to have her again- meanwhile she lets them fight it out while she makes out with Hel and gets fingered in the bathroom of the club-🤭

ALL OF THIS !!

hence why Daemon was begrudgingly manning the grill (though one look at targsister in her bikini and he suddenly didn't mind too much, Jace noticed.) Daemon just being his wild self thank you very much

Poor Jace, i imagine he didn't last long the first time ,but who can blame him

#social media au

[knoxvilleforever]

Being on Wildboyz with Chris Pontius and Steve O Headcanons

request: Wild girl hcs? Chris and Steve-O have a guest star on wildboyz animal expert and they’re crushing on her while she does the scariest things ever

wilder than the two of them put together

no hesitation to jump into shark infested waters or try to feed a deadly animal

you terrify chris and steve o with your theory that lions would be great to cuddle

‘they’re just cats. you have to be on their good side and you’re golden.’

chris wraps his arms around you as restraints if he can tell you’re about to do something too gnarly

he loves that you both share the same passion for animals and wildlife

he definitely picks your brains and likes to learn facts about different animals

steve o loves that you’re right by his side when he has crazy ideas

you were the first one who wanted to jump in with the sharks with him

you just weren’t sold on the fish hook part

so when he was cast out, you dived in after him

you could see in his face that he wasn’t surprised to see you underwater

but it was an insane experience to share as the sharks surrounded you

they’ve never seen anyone do the things that you do and be so chill about it

they both enjoy how concerned you get over the two of them

particularly with animals that you know a lot about and are risky to be around

they get your strict instructions regarding venomous animals

‘you both have to listen to me.’

and you have all of their attention

jaws are dropped and mouths are gaping when you come out in a matching bikini to their speedos

‘what are you guys staring at?’

they’re grinning like little kids who know they’ve been caught out

they also fight over who gets to put sun screen on your back for you

but absolutely both draw a dick on your back

so you have a permanent tan

‘now when you look at it, you’ll think of us!’

you spend a lot of your time convincing them that baby alligators are cute

no hesitation to interact with any animals you come across

sometimes they’ll volunteer to do stuff for you

and you make them blush

‘you guys are too pretty to be doing this.’

#wildboyz #jackass #steve o #chris pontius #chris pontius headcanons #steve o headcanons #steve o x reader #chris pontius x reader #knoxvilleforeverwriting #jackass x reader #jackass headcanons

[blazehedgehog]

Sir BlazeHedgehog, where is your nickname from?

Oh wow, somebody actually asked for once instead of me having to volunteer it.

This is probably at least the third time I've said this just on this blog alone, but since tumblr search is worthless, we'll take it from the top one more time, but I'll hide it behind a "read more" tag for those who would rather skip it.

And because I'm going to be hiding it behind a tag, I'm going to go all in and tell a story.

The short answer is I made it up.

I am from a time before the internet was everywhere, on everything. In the 5th or 6th grade, our computer lab teacher introduced us to the world wide web using the suite of Apple Macintoshes they had available.

And when I say "Macintosh" I mean the original. Black and white screens, Hypercard, the whole deal from 1984. Keeping in mind it was currently 1995.

About 25-30 of these little guys split in to two rows. In the middle of the classroom sat a lone Macintosh Performa. Good kids got to use the Performa.

The Performa was the only computer that was capable to render what we would begin to know as the modern internet. It had Netscape Navigator installed, which supported the somewhat-new technology of webpages with embedded images.

For the rest of us, we were introduced to the text-based internet. You would bring up a terminal application and have to type out commands to interface with the school's webserver in order to check things like email (using PINE). You browsed the internet using Lynx. There was no mouse, no clicking. You scrolled using the arrow keys and could highlight links with tab.

They taught us other terminal commands, like how to open a direct text chat with another student in the lab, some basic formatting and typing stuff, etc. It was slow, difficult to use, and the internet was a lot smaller back then. We had somewhat strict rules on what we could and could not do on these machines, but since they couldn't do much, it wasn't hard to enforce.

In high school, half of the lab was a mixture of older 5200 Performas and newer 6600 "Pizza Box" Performas, with the other half being more left over monochrome Macintoshes. They also had "the one really nice computer" but this one was a modern (by 1997 standards) Power Mac G3. New tech came newer rules: no installing games, no adult content (even soft stuff, like girls in bikinis), and no chat rooms.

We were teenagers, though. You tell us not to do something, and that immediately makes you want to do it. I remember catching some of the particularly geeky among us logging in and playing online MUDs (the precursor to MMOs), and others trying to get around the Foolproof Software locks to install games or look at porn.

(This is a newer photo of that same computer lab, and I'm unsurprised that, outside of kids being on more modern hardware, absolutely nothing about the setup of that room has changed.)

I wasn't really in my spiral of depression yet, so I used the computers like a good little boy and followed the rules.

Until the last few days of the semester before summer break. That's when everybody -- students, teachers -- collectively stop caring about keeping up proper appearances. I remember having big free periods and spending time in the computer lab. I was usually the only one in there. So, immediately, I began looking up chat rooms.

A few friends and I had gotten into deep trouble a few months earlier, because one wild night during a sleepover we called into a "party line", which was a service where you were hooked into what is now known as a "discord group chat." Except you didn't know who you were getting connected with. They were total strangers. That was part of the thrill. It was new and exciting. We happened to be lucky enough to get a group of girls who were near enough to our age (maybe a little older), and we spent hours talking with them via speakerphone.

The thing was, there was a precedent that doing that cost money. You were calling a 1-800 number, and there were service fees associated with that. Per-minute. So we racked up a bill of something like $70-$100+ that night. That was a big problem.

But internet chat was free. The allure was impossible to ignore. And with it being the last few days of school, who could stop me? At worst I'd be kicked out of the computer lab, but they weren't going to, like, expel me. Being in trouble was a fake idea.

I forget where I ended up the first day, it was some kind of general Yahoo chat or something, but I remember I was too shy to be myself. Being 13 or 14 at the time, I decided to roleplay as Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon. One of the only times I ever did anything like that. I was full-on "I send a rose to all the ladies @}---;----" and everything, it was awful.

On the final day, I started looking up Sonic fansites and ended up somewhere called "Ruby's Sonic Page." This was the homepage of Dawn Best, under the handle Ruby the Echidna. It was there she talked about a game I'd never heard of before -- Sonic Adventure -- and provided a link to the announcement trailer in glorious 160p MPEG-1 video. I was blown away. They were making new Sonic games again?

Provided was a link to discuss the game with other Sonic fans, and it lead to Missy's Sonic Chat, a Beseen Chat Room on a website called Xoom (one of the many Geocities clones). Beseen Chats weren't live chatrooms like we'd think of modern-day Discord, or even AIM or IRC. Beseen was much more comparable to Twitter, or Tumblr, in that it was a website where you could post messages and could refresh the feed to see what other people had posted. It was a bit of a hack, but it worked well enough.

The whole thing was broken down in to different frames (if you're too young to know what those are: imagine multiple separate embedded webpages, sectioned off to specific portions of the screen). So you'd have a frame on the left that was a userlist, where people had set names and even large image avatars for themselves. At the bottom you'd have a text entry field with two buttons at the end: Send and Refresh. And then taking up most of the screen real estate was the feed itself. Something sort of like this, I guess:

And a lot of people in this Beseen chat had made up their own, original characters. This was my first introduction to Sonic OCs. And Missy's chat was a veritable who's who extremely talented fanartists. Ruby, Barachan, T2, J. Axer, Rinacat, etc.

I wanted to fit in, so I felt like I needed to come up with "a character" of my own.

Literally the first name to jump to mind was "Blaze the Hedgehog." I didn't like it. It was too obvious. Surely there had to be other Blaze the Hedgehogs out there, right? And I wasn't even particularly attached to "flame" powers.

So I sat there for a few minutes, trying to think of something better. My mind went blank.

Admitting defeat, "Blaze the Hedgehog" it was.

The chat was rather dead, given it was still technically a school day, and once I went home that afternoon, that was the end of my access to the internet. The best we had at home was some sort of Hyundai thing -- amber monochrome monitor, no graphics rendering, no hard disk, basically just a glorified word processor.

That changed once my mom got her tax return a little while later. She invested in a 233mhz Packard Bell desktop computer with Windows 98 and a subscription to America Online.

When prompted to make my own AOL username, I decided to go with "Blazehgehg." BlazeHedgehog. The character I'd made up at school.There it was. For the first time, for real, it was set in stone. And from 1998 to 2023, I've never changed it. Other "Blaze the Hedgehog"s have come and gone, but I've been the constant.

Later that night, I found my way back to Missy's Sonic Chat, and I grabbed one of Axer's Sonic images, sloppily recoloring it in MSPaint. I printed it out for posterity and kept it in a folder with artwork I'd actually drawn.

Blue and green were my favorite colors. Sonic was blue, so Blaze was green. Instead of shoes, he had boots. He wore a leather vest with a black t-shirt on underneath that covered most of his body. And atop his head, a sprout of hair, colored like a flame.

Blaze's only real role as a "character" was in the first and only fanfiction I ever wrote for him; the story was a blend of Final Fantasy VII and an anime I was in love with at the time named "Green Legend Ran." It's better it was lost to time. Besides, I don't think it was ever finished.

Blaze would go through several revisions over the years. More immediately, The Matrix hit the next year, and Blaze was given a trenchcoat. Also, since I could like, actually draw, I decided to stop painting over other people's artwork and draw Blaze for myself.

Eventually, Blaze Hedgehog the character fell out of favor. I grew up. I never really used him for much more than a forum avatar anyway, and even then, I felt like people were judging me for having a Sonic OC. Especially a green hedgehog. There were a dime-a-dozen green hedgehog Sonic OCs floating around.

Once Sega introduced Blaze the Cat in 2005, that sort of became the final nail in the coffin. But by then, I'd been using "BlazeHedgehog" as an online username for seven years. I'd grown attached to it. I didn't want to change it. So... I didn't.

As I've gotten older and put some distance between myself and that time, I find myself a bit nostalgic for the character of Blaze the Hedgehog. I redesigned him a bit a few years ago to look more like a traditional Sega Sonic character, swapping in a bomber jacket and getting rid of the shirt.

And, of course, there was Sonic Forces. Options were limited there, but a brown leather jacket and the weird black bodysuit got closest. I was most surprised by the hairstyle options. While we don't get the classic yellow-to-red, we do get a green-to-red, which is good enough. And I really like these ring-strap boots.

That's about all there is to say, really. These days it's just a username for me, and I keep it so old friends can find me more easily. I'm pretty terrible at keeping up with some people, and I get the feeling I probably come off cold to others when that's never been my intention. But for those who want to keep tabs on me, they know where to find me.

#questions #Anonymous #fan character #sonic oc #original character #blaze the hedgehog #sega #sonic team #sonic the hedgehog #memories #nostalgia

[mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa]

I swear to god with the amount of taekook's sightings we witnessed this year only and how they seem attached to the hip lately if only one of them was of the opposite gender, all of the fandom and non fans would think they are dating like it's undeniable, they are spotted the same way couples are it's not funny anymore lmao. Ppl are only refusing the idea cuz two handsome successful and brilliant men marketed as "boyfriend material" can be in a relationship. It's absurd for some, and the rest are in denial or blind on purpose (oh, not to forget the brainless ones trusting made up rumors just cuz they make the boys seem hets)

Like what do you mean while being busy af preparing for his release, taehyung found time to be there for his jungkookie when he performed his solo song for the first time in Korea ?? Talk about priorities and the fact that if it wasn't for tae's sudden appearance on stage, we would never know (yeah, no, I don't think bb would be useful, but who knows)

And what do you mean making a public couply appearance when attending a premier ?? Taehyung ditching his besties to appear with his partner, grabing his hand when jk seemed nervous, being supportive, mirroring his gestures....just wild okay again it he came with girl you can imagine the conclusions after that night

These are just two big examples to show how just intimate these two are beyond friendship.

Anyway, jk's live with the strange fridge was hilarious. I'm sure a certain tae was there. Which brings me to my qst, what other lives do you suspect one was with the other but hiding? I can think of the one where jk was in a hotel and that bikini picture behind him (you hear tae sing a small part of a song and jk looking his way then smiling but eying him in warning)

The Lives I can remember, where it's believe Taekook are in each other's live are:

The Day before GCF Newark was filmed at one point someone whispers.. it ain't JK:

Another one before a concert, sus stuff involving JK's Bag, and constant looks off camera:

The chaotic and imfamous 19th May 2019 Live, Taekook are both in this, confusion over where Tae is sleeping, and after he leaves, JK is weird and stuff is clearly happening off camera. Perhaps Tae never left:

The Day after his birthday and ahead of their New Years Ever performance in NYC and the day after JK "kissed" Tae's neck at JFK airport, many Taekookers think JK is in the room with Tae:

After PTD Las Vegas shows, you can clearly hear another voice in this live and sounds off camera:

In this live Tae is clearly talking off camera and possibly kissing someone... this live is even more sus considering on at the time V Live moved this one to their premium paid for section, i.e. you could only access it if you had a paid subscription to BTS's V Live+:

Finally, there's nothing in this live (at least to me) to suggest JK was there, but there's several pieces of evidence to suggest that JK and Tae share that room... the Bluetooth speaker and JK Boots:

#my asks

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Naomi's Basic Info

Name: Naomi Seika Sato

Now, I know Naomi has only appeared maybe three times in my writing (the winter stories from 2022), but I have plans on adding her to some of my future stories, so I figured I might as well make a board for her. Again, this was surprisingly easy, and the only one I had any difficulty finding was an actress from the 60s as there weren't a ton of well-known Asian actresses. Anyway, in the 60s, we have Irene Tsu (How To Stuff a Wild Bikini); the 80s, Cherie Chung (An Autumn's Tale); the 90s, Nicole Bilderback (Bring It On); and now, Momona Tamada (Avatar: The Last Airbender).

Nicknames: Mimi, NayNay (by very few people), and Koneko (a Japanese term of endearment that means "kitten". Only her grandparents call her that, and it's mostly her grandfather)

Age: 17

Date of Birth: September 29

Zodiac: Libra

Birthstone: Sapphire

Nationality: Asian-American

Sexuality: Asexual, but don't tell her grandmother that. The woman desperately wants grandbabies, and Naomi has no interest in ever giving her any. Her parents and grandfather know and don't care so long as she's happy, but they all know better than to tell her grandma.

Birthplace: St. John's Riverside Hospital, Yonkers, New York

Current Residence: Park Street, Rockland, Maine

Occupation: High school junior, professional figure skater, junior medical assistant at her parent’s office

Talents/Skills: Acting (mostly in high school or town productions), making flip books, animating short videos

Birth order: Only 

Parents: Kyoya Jin Sato and Hina Mai Suoh

Signature:

Height: 5’1”

Race: Japanese-American

Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black

Hair Color: Brown

Glasses or contact lenses: Glasses for reading, contacts for fun

Distinguishing features: A birthmark on her hip that looks almost like a cherry blossom, a scar on her inner right calf from a skating incident, and a single dimple on her left cheek

Mannerisms: Bopping her head to music, mumbling to herself while working on projects, and keeping the tip of her tongue between her lips when she’s deep in thought

Health: Chronic migraines, Type-1 Diabetes, and POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)

Hobbies: Gardening, baking, watching anime and Chinese historical dramas, playing cozy games, scrolling Pinterest, writing fanfictions, and cosplaying 

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How everyone still sees her as a child/childish. As the only child/grandchild in her family, Naomi is often babied by her family members. Her father was an only child, and her mother was the only daughter of four kids and was the golden child, leading to Naomi feeling more like a toddler as anyone who came to visit would treat her like a little doll. She appreciates their love and care, but all she really wants is for her family to see her as the near-adult she is, not some naive little girl in need of shelter from the outside world. In a way, that was the reason she and Lexi became friends. She needed someone in her life who treated her like an actual person, not a child.

Best quality (in their opinion): Her determination to succeed in everything she does. While she doesn’t fear failure or disappointing her family, she strives to be the best version of herself she can be. Whether it’s working hard at her family’s practice, learning new skating skills, or trying out a new recipe, Naomi puts her whole heart into all she does. She is a very determined individual, but that doesn’t stop her from taking breaks now and then or spending time caring for herself. 

Biggest fear: Losing her sense of self for the sake of others. Naomi is fairly confident in who she is as a person - an intelligent, pink-loving, figure skater who wants nothing more than to help her parents run their practice. However, she fears that someday, if she were to find herself looking for a different job or maybe falling in love, those people would try to change who she is for the sake of professionalism and maturity. She has taken the time to grow into who she is and finally loves herself just as she is; the last thing she wants is for someone to try to change her to meet their needs. If they can’t love her for who she is, Naomi knows it isn’t worth it, but she knows she wants love sometime down the road, and the thought of giving up her style and personality for someone to see her as a mature human being is something that deeply terrifies her. Real life is nothing like the books or movies she loves so deeply, after all, and she knows this. That is why she keeps many potential friendships/relationships at a distance until she knows they won’t try to change her.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite ice cream: Strawberry mochi

Favorite color: Pastel pink

Favorite number: 2, as the number represents balance and harmony in Japanese culture

Favorite songs: ballad of a homeschooled girl by Olivia Rodrigo, ALICE by PEGGY, and Platonic Love Song #1 by Lauren Bird

A place they want to visit: Forbidden City, China, or Bunkyo City, Japan

#character info

[fragileizywriting]

marinette probably kinda likes trying to swim with her sea legs. it's a weird experience. her body knows what to do, she's done it her whole life, but it just doesn't work. she ends up dog paddling, and it's cute, and it's adorable, and how upset would she actually be with him if he offered to teach her how to swim?

after what's felt like the whole day at the pool, he stuffs her into a towel the size of a blanket. she's shivering, and her lips have turned purple and blue, but his pearl has refused to let up and exist outside of a freezing pool in the middle of this island.

she disappears in the towel, wrapped up tight in polka-dotted fabric. she's giggling underneath as he attempts to dry her off, words of annoyance bouncing off of her as he manhandles her and cleans behind the ears. she's just a floating head, towel wrapped around her shoulders, a little burrito that shivers underneath his fingertips.

"are you done?"

"you need to shower."

"we both do," she tells him with a laugh. "you also smell like chlorine."

she's still wiggling to herself when he locates the keys to the beach house, because even though there's no one on the island, there might be bears. probably not. birds. yeah. they're smart enough to open an unlocked door, surely. especially since there's food in the kitchen, spread across the kitchen island like a buffet, because marinette had cooked and baked and done all sorts of stuff, excited to have a countertop bigger than the size of a laptop screen to make food. here, she'd gone wild, but then forgot to store it away— she samples the food on and off, treating all the dishes she's made like finger food. everytime she eats, she hums, and luka just can't force himself to tell her to pack the food into the fridge.

he turns back to her when there's a wet, sloppy slap on the pool deck, half expecting it to be the sound of her tail. it's the same quality— that moist, damp, thwap that is so common with their fins, that he's all at once surprised at the noise and befuddled when she's not, in fact, wiggling on the floor trying to crawl back into the pool without her sea legs.

her bikini bottom is on the floor, though. pink and scalloped and red accents because while he'd expected her to wear something sweet, he hadn't expected her to pack a bikini so... her, while he just wears a simple black water shorts that costs way more than it should, he'd been looking at that tiny little string that holds the individual parts onto her body with awe. jealousy. appeciation. something between the three, wondering if he can convince her to sit on his lap for a bit, just a little bit, as their bond flares in his chest.

pink and red fabric on the floor.

marinette is still in her burrito.

"are you naked?" he asks her, blurts out, as if it'd bubbled out of him like a soda.

"no."

"i'm pretty sure that's your bikini on the floor."

"no," she laughs. "not naked."

but she shimmies again, just as he asks, "how di— but— if you're not naked, then—"

she moves just a little bit to the left, letting two shell-shaped fabric pieces fall to the ground. bikini top.

"now i'm naked," she announces, to no one in particular but him, brown eyes almost blue with mischief.

"you little—"

"—i need a shower," she says, wiping at her face with a corner of the towel, teasing him with a pale, bare shoulder. "can you make sure i get all the chlorine off?"

he's tenting in his board shorts.

#speakizys #cest la sea

[thosemintcookies]

See the problem isn't even about shipping itself. I've seen like "Yeah shipping doesn't have to exist what about nonromantic relationships and gen!" Which I think is also missing the point. I think the deeper root is that it's discouraging to see people lose sight of art itself as something that's political, as something with bias, as something with a message, as symbolic, etc as a construct of the thing itself. The real problem is that art is becoming a marketable product for wanton consumption and people don't want to engage in art for arts sake.

Yes light-hearted stuff does have its place but what is art for? Sometimes you should be emotionally and ideologically challenged because it fosters growth, and it helps build empathy for complex experiences that you might not have.

Art is subjective, not just in reference to "quality" whatever that means. It means it deals with the realm of the subjective- in emotions, experiences, expressions, philosophies, perspectives, attachments.

And then also being able to sit and decode biases of the writers and the constructs of the narrative also help with being able to enjoy light-hearted things and to understand the jokes. Dr. Goldfoot and the bikini machine is also a deconstruction of the treatment of women in the James Bond franchise. Megamind is also a statement on toxic possessive masculinity and humanizing criminals and immigrants.

Its also kind of wild that these are just. Topics. They're not even particularly deep topics and explorations. It's wild to me that just interpreting at all is seen as intellectual and unnecessary. Also, understanding these themes and being able to agree/disagree with the methods and messaging is part of what makes a piece of media enjoyable in the first place!

The other thing is, I want to leave room for the idea that not everyone is able to intepret. Ive seen the stance that being anti-fandomification is ableist. There are people who won't, for example, he able to pick up on social cues of the characters and therefore come to different conclusions on why a certain scene was put in place. I think that's all fine and good and valid, but I think the more we can enjoy and interpret media as a culture beyond their face value marketability the better. I mean there are going to be asexual aromantic autistic people for example who would love to be able to have media that explore a wider diversity of motifs and topics and interests presented. Diversifying fan reception also helps out people who engage with media differently from you (ex. I know there has been a huge backlash in the stereotype of thr gatekeeping comics reader who just asks if you've read certain runs to test your alliegence to the franchise. I wonder how much of that is just a fucked up portrayal of autistic fans who want to talk about their favourite plots with someone who might understand).

I don't know. It's just kind of exhausting it's become about defensiveness about how you enjoy your media. Like yeah to be honest shipping characters is fun or whatever. I think though this is a sentiment coming from people who are constantly seeing people miss the point of a piece of media that they do love, having characters they love be misinterpreted, or being distraught when people are praising a show for fat queer rep when the media is clearly pushing an anti-fat and anti-queer narrative by making them a Nazi sympathizer and pedophile or something. It also encourages less thoughtful media making on the part of artists and creators who are more encouraged to think about the bottom line, especially when fans flock to things with interesting concepts and aesthetics but absolutely no substance or chemistry between characters.

Idk. People point to how Spirk was so popular and that shipping has existed since the 70s. And yes weird porn has always existed and I encourage people writing whatever. But that ship also arose out of a progressive piece of media that tried to come up with a hopeful future world where people are united regardless of race or nationality. You have a black woman and a Russian and an honest-to-god mixed race alien all working together like its normal. The themes of the show are progressive. Of course people are going to read into the homoerotic relationship at the heart of the series.

The problem now is that people are still drumming up excitement over absolute shit-tier content like marvel films and Avatar 2 that are actually pretty regressive for Our Modern Times being pro-military and cisheteronormative. Care more about the artistic value of a piece if only to demand better from corporations. If only to be able to see through progressive posturing on the topic of representation just to spout regressive propaganda.

#long post #ranting on a friday oops

[harasccfinds]

hi ~!☺づ♡ my main is still @haraspudding2 but i decided to make this account for reblogging sims findings i like. i'll still be uploading my own cc on my main blog, i'll just be redirecting all my sims findings onto here (and reblogging my own cc too ofc). . .

i repost CC, mods, and different things from all of the Sims games but i tend to blog mostly sims 2 and 4 cc. ( i don't blog a lot of sims 3 cc as it's honestly not my favorite game in terms of aesthetic)

i have a carrd for a more in-depth cc list, but i still have the basic categories in my navigation bar on my tumblr. each thing is sorted into different categories so if you'd like to see where each thing is sectioned in, you can click below.

my cc > (all the custom content i've made for the sims)

sims 1, 2, 3, 4 stuff > (all downloads for each game)

clothing > (tops, dresses, bottoms, bikinis, clothing meshes)

undies > (underwear, bras, boxers, lingerie)

shoes

accessories > (bracelets, stockings, rings, piercings, purses, bags, headwear, leg/arm warmers, face bandages/stickers)

skins > (overlays, face/body meshes, regular skins for games 2-4, sims 1 body skins)

sims 1 skins > (body skins for sims 1)

heads > (head meshes, sims 1 heads mainly)

hair > (baby hairs (edges), bangs, hairstyles and hair pieces (extensions), body hair)

eyebrows

makeup > (lipstick/gloss, fake lashes, eye lenses (eyes), blush, eyeshadow)

details > (freckles/moles, tattoos, acne, teeth, wrinkles)

presets > (body and face presets)

defaults > (clothing, hair, and other default replacements)

sims > (sims to download)

objects > (tables, chairs, decor, lighting, electronics, appliances, plumbing, etc)

food & drinks > (food and drinks for your sims (includes deco items), food-related pieces)

kids > (toys, clothing, hair and more for babies, toddlers, and children)

outdoor > (cars, terrain, statues, wild animals, backyard items, street vendors, etc)

plants > (trees, foliage, garden crops, indoor and outdoor plants)

wallpaper & flooring > (walls, floors, murals, roof colors)

pet stuff > (beds, toys, outfits, stuff exclusively for your pets)

mods > (game add-ons, reshades, traits, events, overrides)

sliders > (eyes, lips, body sliders so that you can make your sims look even more deranged)

lots > (houses and other lots to play with)

poses > (poses for your sims)

cas backgrounds & loading screens > (create-a-sim backgrounds and loading screen backgrounds)

sims other > (how-to sim guides, cc lists, and other things related to the sims)

#simsother