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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 5 months

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A very interesting beginning *part one*

Warnings: some sexual themes

Y/n was a lovely Angel; they did all their tasks, and was considered one of God’s favorites. Although god had decided to make a bet with the Devil, that he ended up winning. A bet that would change poor angelic Y/n’s fate. A joyous angel who spread nothing but love and care into everyone and everything

One that befriends everyone who was also kind. Was a sensitive soul, but at least Y/n had their angelic friends Crowley and Aziraphale. The once angelic Crowley now being a demon, and now them being a Nephilim. They had to see Crowley fall as parts of their wings turned black. It was torture on both ends: Y/n had flames pop up on a selection of their feathers on both wings

Crowley was shrieking in pain as his wings changed, and as he fell. This is why those two stayed very close to each other’s sides after what happened to each other. Y/n was hesitant to talk to Aziraphale for many years. They hadn’t started to talk to him again until the current year

Y/n was actually currently in Aziraphale’s bookshop since Crowley said he’d be there. They sat comfortably on Aziraphale’s couch as their shoe anxiously patted on the hard floor. Aziraphale was just reading something while drinking tea, since he knew better than to comfort them

Y/n and the angel were just on talking terms and nothing else. He couldn’t comfort them yet, but he understood why. The bell chimes, but it wasn’t Crowley. It was Gabriel instead. “Great” they mumbled as Aziraphale looks at him. Gabriel looks at them and smiles

“Hey Y/n! Didn’t think you’d be here” Gabriel starts as he keeps smiling. “I’m waiting for somebody” they said with a snarl. “Oh, someone’s a grumpy pants” Gabriel jokes, which only makes them more annoyed. “Piss off” they said in an annoyed tone as the empty side of the couch lit on fire

“Hey! That’s no way to talk to an archangel!” Gabriel shouts at them. “I’m not scared of you. Not after what god did to me” Crowley enters the shop, which makes Gabriel look at him. “I’m here for them” Crowley says before more trouble could happen. “You need to control your animal” Gabriel says, which makes the flame vanish away from the couch

“You need to control your mouth” they barked back in annoyance. Crowley smirks as he loved when Y/n got this way with anyone that’s superior to them. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on when they did do this. “Their not an animal” Crowley says as they got up, and walked over to Crowley now

Crowley wrapped his arm around them protectively as the two now headed out. “Why didn’t you just leave them be? Doesn’t every angel not know that if their tapping their foot or isn’t already speaking, that they don’t wanna speak?” Aziraphale asked Gabriel as he now looks at him

“No…” Gabriel admits, which makes Aziraphale sigh. “Y/n had become this way all over a bet, and here you are being rude to them after all they’ve done for heaven” Aziraphale continues, which makes him shocked. “Wait… it was a bet that happened? I thought that you know… Satan just kidnapped them” Aziraphale was confused, and asked Gabriel who told him that

“God did”

Part two

#crowley good omens #crowley x reader good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens aziraphale #good omens gabriel

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thevagabondexpress · 11 months

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let's take a closer look at christopher, matthew, and their shared love of downworld, shall we?

On the surface, when you read them, Matthew Fairchild and Christopher Lightwood are wildly disparate characters. They have almost nothing in common. But then we get to the Shadow Market in Chain of Iron, and suddenly—suddenly Christopher Lightwood is a whole different man from the owlish, absentminded, socially inept little being we see around his friends and among the Enclave in general.

He's street-smart, avoiding the dangers of the Shadow Market with the practiced ease of many, many visits, he haggles like an expert (to quote Cordelia), and what's more, he's openly Nephilim in a place that seems to generally despise Shadowhunters and yet he and the vendors are familiar, even friendly with each other, Christopher chats as comfortably as he haggles, and in general he seems far more comfortable there than he does among the Nephilim of the Enclave, even those he considers his closest friends.

Up until then, Matthew and Anna were the characters we associated with Downworld. They frequent the Hell Ruelle, and are welcome and beloved there, and it's made clear that Matthew adores the Downworlders and their way of life, watching with starstruck eyes and longing to join in.

Matthew is the Downworlder lover extraordinaire—or is he? Hypatia states quite plainly in Chain of Gold that Matthew is welcomed into the Ruelle because he's pretty and amusing: he's there as a lovely plaything, a pawn of the other guests, a runed curiosity who can't seem to keep it in his pants and doesn't seem to realize that he can say no. The way he's treated by the Hell Ruelle is exploitative at best. And in the Shadow Market? He's swindled and snubbed like everyone else. Matthew adores the Downworld, but he looks at it through glittering rose-colored glasses, viewing it with the fetishized fascination for the exotic of a British colonist writing a travelogue of the Near East. He's Lawrence of Arabia, Marco Polo, Gertrude Bell.

Christopher in the Shadow Market, by contrast, is one of them already. "Christopher Lightwood!" one vendor calls. "Just the man I was hoping to see!" Granted, I don't know how they'd treat him if he wasn't such an extravagant spender but I imagine he would still be welcomed, if perhaps not hailed so loudly. But why? Christopher isn't scandalous, or extravagant. From everything we've seen he holds himself to high standards and lives a fairly clean lifestyle: he doesn't sleep around, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't do drugs or drink to excess.

But at the same time, while Matthew does do those things, he also gets treated like a toy by the Ruelle, and I am willing to bet you the moment he puts his foot down and says no to somebody, they'll stop letting him in.

Christopher, on the other hand, is humble. We're shown frequently through his interactions with his friends and family and other members of the Enclave that he doesn't place himself higher and believe himself better than anyone else. Neither does he seem to buy the prejudices those around him seem to hold: why should women, or Downworlders, or people of color, be considered lesser than someone else? He considers everyone on equal footing in that respect and judges them based on who they are as individual persons. And even then he shows a great capacity for leniency and forgiveness: he's the first of them to accept Grace, and while he goes along with his friends' hatred of Alastair in spirit, his actions don't suggest he really dislikes Alastair that much at all (except when he's insulting Anna, that is).

We see all of those behaviors from a distance in the Shadow Market scene, in the way he haggles and chats with the vendors and the fact that he doesn't seem either afraid of or bedazzled by the Market at all.

Ultimately, Christopher surpasses Matthew when it comes to knowledge of and position within the Downworld. Where Matthew treats the Downworld like a curio cabinet, and is exploited for his hedonist nature in turn, Christopher treats the denizens of the Shadow Market as equals, and receives equal treatment back from them, welcomed as a customer, a regular, yea even a friend.

TL; DR, Christopher has always been the true Downworlder spirit, and Matthew needs to wake up and put his foot down before he gets himself seriously hurt—again.

#christopher lightwood #matthew fairchild #the last hours #blue's tsc analysis

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venusloveslobotomies · 1 year

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Uh.... Main four plus Butters find one of Kenny's many corpses?

I don’t write for Cartman currently just cause I’m not super confident with his personality yet. But I’ll do everyone else <33

Stan

Your daily walk with Stan was such a routine that you never really remembered anything that happened. That was about to change today. It started with the normal loop around Stark’s Pond and then you guys decided to take the long way through the back streets because the conversation was still engaging enough that it deserved prolonging.

You were passing a particular alley when Stan got weird and jumpy. It wasn’t normal for him to start having anxiety and it set off alarm bells in your head. In an attempt to figure out why he was freaking out, you looked around, then down that alleyway. To your horror and shock, Kenny laid, missing his legs, on the ground bear the wall.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed and ran down the alley to see if he was still breathing. He’d clearly been dead for at least a few hours. Stan was frozen, previous hopes that you wouldn’t notice, no longer applicable. He wished that he could save you from the trauma and that he could’ve discovered Kenny alone.

“I can’t believe he’s dead.”

“Stan, fucking call an ambulance or something. Don’t just stand there!” You were on the verge of tears. The smell of blood and death making you nauseous.

After Kenny’s body had been taken away by the ambulance, you sat at Stan’s house, devastated.

“Babe, are you ok?” Stan checked in, softly. You let out another muffled sob through your hands.

“How long did he suffer? How long did he lay there, alone?” Stan pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your cheek to try and lessen your pain. He, himself, hadn’t even processed what he’d seen. But it yielded him the mental space to care for you.

“It was probably quick, my love. I bet he didn’t even feel anything.” You squeezed him tightly and buried your face in his chest. It was possibly the worst thing you would ever see but at least Stan was there, comforting you. Always.

Kyle

It was the usual, coffee and studying with Kyle, Stan and Tolkien. You guys finished up, in good spirits, and began the walk back towards the suburbs. You all spoke and laughed, excited that you’d all finished your math assignments with a week to spare. Holding Kyle’s hand and listening to Stan and Tolkien babble about Warhammer, you scanned your surroundings, taking in the sunny day.

“Holy fuck.” The boys had stopped, Tolkien had spoken. Following their gaze, you saw a familiar orange parka, face down in the grass next to the playground.

“Is that-”

“Kenny.” Kyle cut you off, tugging you closer. Stan ran to investigate, lifting off the hood. He gagged and dropped it suddenly.

“Somebody call the police!” He backed up carefully. Tolkien was already dialing 911. You turned away, shoving your face into Kyle’s jacket, trying to block out the current situation.

Kyle took you home before the police showed up. He turned on a Disney movie and held you tightly on the couch, occasionally kissing your cheek. You were checked out. You tightly held Kyle’s hand, trying to stop replaying that brief moment of when Stan had pulled Kenny’s hood off and all you could see was the blood and brain matter mingled among his blonde hair. But Kyle was holding you so tightly, it was almost painful, and it grounded you enough to appreciate his touch and finally, fall asleep to the movie.

Kenny

Ok, so, the triple date was awkward. Not so much Wendy and Stan, it was Eric and Heidi. Eric was never on good terms with Wendy and there was clear tension. Kenny was doing his usual best to diffuse it with jokes and casual conversation. The date was definitely cut short by the uncomfortable energy and you, Kenny, Stan and Wendy, left together, getting back into Wendy’s car. You and Kenny agreed to walk back to yours after a quick drink.

It was on the way back when you recognized his parka. You almost laughed before you realised what you were seeing. You screamed and Kenny covered your eyes. It was his body, a pole sticking through his midsection and pinning him to a tree.

“What the fuck, what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK, KENNY!” You sobbed.

“My darling, it’s ok. I’m here.” He started pulling you home, “I’ll explain when we get back, ok?”

When you were back at your house, you slammed the door shut.

“Was that you? Am I hallucinating?” Tears streamed down you face.

“Sweetheart, you’re not going to believe me. I’m cursed. I die all the time, and keep coming back. And you’re probably going to forget this when I die again.” He was staring right into your eyes. You could tell he was serious but you weren’t sure what to believe. He held his hand out to you and you collapsed into his arms, still sobbing.

Kenny resolved to make doubly sure that you would never see his dead body again. Ever.

Butters

“What’s up, hon?” You threw your arm around your boyfriend on your way out of class. He smiled and softly leaned in closer to you.

“Not much, darlin’. I hate that class.”

“I agree.” You laughed, “You wanna go get sushi?” He nodded in agreement and you made your way towards the main street together. It didn’t take too long, and for that you were grateful. You both had another class in an hour.

After you’d gotten your food, you ate as you took a roundabout, scenic route back to campus. That was a mistake.

You almost didn’t recognise the bloody corpse when you saw it, slumped against the back wall of a shop. But the messy blonde hair tipped you off. Your grip tightened on Butters’ hand before you heard retching and Butters pulled away to throw up across the street.

“Honey? Let’s go.” You resolved to suppress everything you were feeling and take care of your boyfriend. You dialed 911 as you led him away. Waiting on the curb for the cops and ambulance to show up, you held Butters as he nearly hyperventilated. Guess you weren’t going back to class. You blocked his view as Kenny’s body was put into the ambulance.

“Let’s go home.” You dragged him up by his hand and walked him to his house. You could feel a cry building up in your chest but you swallowed it, assuming you could go home and cry. But Butters insisted you come in. He couldn’t be alone. You agreed but as soon as you shut the door, you broke down. The both of you cried in each others’ arms until your tears ran dry. At least you had each other.

hope u like <33

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park drabble #south park hcs #butters stotch #butters x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #butters stotch x reader #kenny x reader #kyle x reader #south park oneshots

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neilpissyrega · 1 year

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Hey, Willard! Where do you get off? Do you take the first step towards Front Street? Thankk you for the input, but that’s enough, let’s get you home. You aren’t the main character, dude, all you say is just white noise to me, to be honest, and in case I make it, you have to love me, normally. I mean it’s… well, better than the alternative, I guess. Gotta call you a (thermodynamic) lawyer because apparently your friend Dr Sunshine is dead since he didn’t remember 2012- he was too busy being a blackbox warrior. Are you okay? You look like you’ve just had a half-decade hangover, and you also look like you’re falling up. If that’s even possible. I’ll call my friend Mr Capgras, he encountered a secondhand vanity recently, though, so I dunno if he’s okay. My friend Cotard will have a solution, I bet. When somebody needs you, you gotta hand me my shovel, I’m going in! Oh shit, bones! I can see your bones! Are you okay? Memento mori, I guess. If you even know what that means. Nobody is here to deal with your injury except I/Me/Myself. Hang on, my friends from Mary Bell Township are calling. Okay, they hung up. Wanted to tell me a fun fact about apples..? Hurt people, you say? Hurt people! I didn’t hurt you, why would I hurt anyone else? Anyway, um, it’s kind of a lot, but this isn’t my lysergide daydream, so… What happened to your leg? I can see your bones? You hit it against the kitchen floor? Damn, that must have hurt. You know, if you were a tomcat they would have employed euthanasia, which is really unfair to be honest. Dude, look, it’s a cicada! Didn’t know these were cicada days, to be honest. You liked this? You’re fine? Oh, okay, I’ll go, then. That was fun, goodbye!

#will wood #will wood icimi #the normal album #everything is a lot #self ish #wwatt #wwattw #willwood #will wood and the tapeworms #puns #bad puns #I’m so funny #a ton of references #song references #please don’t judge lmao #this makes no sense #came to me in a dream

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epithet-beloved · 8 months

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hello!!! flower shop sylvie x GN mundie reader Mayhaps??? Sylvie wanting to do a nice gesture for his friends (cough Molly cough) and decides to get flowers but finds this cute flower shop worker…

(Bonus if they stop by him at the hospital and give him flowers??!!!)

YELLOW ROSES

synopsis… Sylvie pretends to know things about flowers. It goes…..well?

ft. Sylvester "Sylvie" Ashling

tags… flower shop, meet cute, fluff, first meeting, reader knows flower language

word count… 1266

a/n… this is my first time writing the goober I hope I do him justice ✧ 🦄

The first thing Sylvie wanted to do when he got out of the hospital was settle the score. With Molly, that is. Revenge against that museum lady would come…..later.

Molly had been quite generous with her get well soon gifts while he was recovering, so it was only natural that he do the same for her. It had taken a while to squeeze her location out of a reluctant Giovanni, but he was glad to know that his friend was okay.

Heh…..friend. It was a nice sounding word. Now all that’s left is to find out what kind of gifts friends get each other.

Not that he didn’t know that. Not at all! Sylvie’s got a master’s degree, of course he would know something so simple! He just…..needed to decide what would be appropriate. Yeah.

At first, he considered getting a toy, but considering Molly literally lives in a toy store, she might be sick of seeing those……so what else? A card is a safe bet. He could draw a little bear on there. She likes those, right? He’s usually above such childish things like doodling, but Molly’s just a little kid, so he’s sure she’d love that kind of thing.

Alright, he’d give her a card. But what else? People usually put gifts with cards…..a gift, a gift, what’s a safe gift?

Well, lots of people gave him flowers while he was in the hospital…..having that many bouquets in vases kind of made the room stuffy, but just getting a small bundle wouldn’t hurt, right? It seemed like the perfect gift. Courteous, sophisticated, and mature! Like him, a mature adult!

So, he went out on a Tuesday afternoon (because adults go out on weekdays!) to look for something suitable. The map online said there was a florist near here…..he knew he could have gotten delivery, but he didn’t want to seem cheap or lazy. Friends are supposed to do thoughtful gestures for each other….right?

The hand painted roses on the display windows let the doctor know that he was in the right place. Red, pink, white, yellow….so many different colors. Did they all mean the same thing?

Well, maybe roses were too cliché. And Doctor Sylvester Ashling was anything but predictable and corny. As he opened the front door, the jingling of a bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Sylvie was then forced to be very aware of the clerk standing at the desk, who offered a smile and a polite wave. Tense, but not wanting to be rude, the boy would return the gesture. They actually seemed kind of cute…..but he wasn’t here to socialize. Or maybe he was just trying to avoid how awkward he got when talking to people he wanted to be friends with.

Aside from the option of making your own, there were pre-arranged bouquets in vases with one type of flower, some with two or three as well. Green eyes instantly glazed over the multicolored roses, flickering between labels to read the names.

Poppies, gardenias, hydrangeas……he paused on the carnations. They were large and ruffled, almost like they were made of paper rather than actual organic material. Now, what color would Molly like? Something related to bears, probably……maybe yellow? It was like honey. That was bear related.

But as he reached for the yellow carnations, a polite voice nearly made him jump out of his shoes.

“Oh, are you getting those for somebody?”

Sylvie stared at the clerk with owlish eyes. For goodness’ sake, he literally had a degree in talking to people, albeit in a slightly different setting. So why was he freezing up at just a question and a pretty smile?

Eventually, the boy managed to clear his throat and force out, “A friend of mine.” The clerk’s apologetic smile now only made him more nervous. Had he managed to say something wrong less than ten words in?

“Then you might not want get those flowers.”

“Um,” Sylvie would stutter, hating himself for his lack of confidence, “why is that?”

“Well, in flower language, they usually mean rejection…..or disappointment.”

“Oh, I….” The doctor reflexively wanted to say ‘I knew that’, but he knew just as well as the clerk did that he most certainly did not. “I see. Do you have any recommendations?”

The sight of the stranger perking up eased his nerves somehow, though he didn’t really understand why. “Sure! Do you have anything specific you’re looking for, or….?”

“I guess, just…..yellow ones?”

Immediately, the clerk nodded with understanding. “Oh, that’s easy! Some yellow roses would be great!”

This unexpected answer made Sylvie cock a brow. “Roses?”

“What, did you think roses were just for expressing romantic feelings?”

The awkward pause while Sylvie looked at his feet informed the stranger that the answer was yes. And yet they refrained from laughing, something he was thankful for.

“Roses can actually mean a lot of things depending on their color! The association with love most people think of is for red roses, but the yellow flowers actually mean feelings of friendship!”

It was quite easy to see why this person worked at a florist. They were so happy and excited to share this information to somebody completely clueless on the subject like Sylvie. It was sweet, easy to understand, and never condescending. For once, not knowing something didn’t make Sylvie feel like an idiot.

“I didn’t know that,” he said strangely happily, as if expressing his lack of knowledge might make this stranger talk to him more. “I think those are what I’ll get. Um, thank you.”

The look on the florist’s face made him think that even if he hadn’t thanked them or even said anything, they just would have been happy to share the knowledge of flowers with another person. “No problem! I’ll get you one from the back — the ones in the vases are just displays.”

The time between the clerk leaving and coming back was something long forgotten in Sylvie’s mind. It was as if any time without them was just a waste of brain storage. All he could recall was when he again saw their smiling face and felt their hand against his own while they handed him his change. It left him fumbling with the bouquet and praying that they didn’t notice his pink cheeks.

“Thanks for coming! I left a business card with a phone number in there in case you ever need some more help with flowers.”

Sylvie couldn’t think of any situation where he would need more help with flowers, and yet he found himself saying, “That sounds great, thank you too!”

He only bothered to inspect said business card when he was several blocks away from the florist, fresh bouquet in hand. The doctor had expected it to just be a number for the shop, but imagine the shock on his face when he saw a handwritten cell number with a winky face and a daisy drawn next to it.

Was……was he being flirted with?

Thoughts flooded the poor boy’s mind instantaneously. Should he call and ask what this meant? Or would calling be too clingy? Maybe he should just text, and act all cool and coy about it. Does this mean Giovanni can’t call him “bitchless” anymore?

Briefly, he considered reading up on flower language to impress you the next time you talked, but that thought was quickly thrown out like a wilted rose. Sylvie didn’t want to hear about any of that stuff from a book — he’d much rather hear it from you.

#🦄's writings #epithet erased #epithet erased x reader #epithet erased imagines #Sylvester Ashling #Sylvester Ashling x reader #Sylvester Ashling imagines

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catsofcalifornia · 11 months

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Lancelot from Safe Cat Foundation in San Ramon, California

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Dear Lancelot, I write this as you lay beside me. I remember when I first learned about you. It was an urgent plea on Next Door from the shelter, saying your time was running out. I didn't really know much about cats, having cared mostly for dogs in the past, but I offered to foster you the moment I saw that post. I remember when I picked you up from the shelter. How you sat in your crate looking at me. How your mouth made meowing motions but no sound came out. My heart melted a little at your silent meows. I remember bringing you home, opening your crate as I sat beside you on the bed. I know some cats take time to adjust to new surroundings so I was prepared to give you space. But you immediately crawled onto my lap and purred the loudest purrs I'd ever heard as I petted you. We went through a lot together in the months that followed. And I bet it was nothing compared to what you went through the months you stayed at the shelter. You were so listless those first months, barely moving every day, and just skin and bones. Although I could tell you were hungry, eating caused you pain so you were scared to even approach food. And you were a master hider. I had to put a loud bell on you because you found hiding spots I never knew existed. Looking back, now that I know the real you, I understand just how much pain you must've been in all that time. That you suffered so greatly and for so long hurts my heart. But what an astounding trooper you were throughout it all. Despite how awful you must've felt, you remained so gentle and sweet. It's been 4 weeks now as I write this that your health started to improve. 8 vet visits, an ultrasound, biopsy, several blood tests, and surgery to have all of your teeth extracted. You've been through so much in such a short time, but finally I've gotten to see the real Lancelot. And what a delight you are. I love how you sometimes jump on the bed and sleep beside us. How you curl up in the crook of an arm, or rest your body next to ours. I love how silly you are when you swat at dangling string or rub up against catnip toys. I love how you follow me around the house, from room to room, often running up ahead of me a little as if to say, "I'm gonna get there before you!", and then running the other way as soon as I turn around. I love how you sit in the yard with me as I'm typing away on my laptop or gardening. How mellow you are and content to watch the passersby. I love how you let me put a harness on you and attempt to take you on a walk because I think all cats have a little bit of dog in them. I love how, when I'm in the other room with the dog, who we keep separated from you, you wait right in front of the door until I come out so that you can be by my side again. My little shadow, my sidekick. I love YOU, you funny, sweet cat, with the silent meows that every once in a while turn into the littlest squeaks. I can't believe the changes I've witnessed in you these past few weeks. Every day has been a gift. I almost can't bear to watch the old video of you at the shelter now because it reminds me of your pain. I hope your new family never has to see you like that. But if they do, I hope they will do all they can to take care of you and help to make you feel better. You may have special needs, but I hope they realize that you're worth it, that you deserve the best. You're now ready for adoption. This was my end goal from day one, my purpose in your life. I'm thrilled you've gotten to this point, and that I had the privilege of getting you there. I'm going to miss you so much. But the Lancelot-shaped hole you'll leave in my heart will be fair exchange for knowing that you'll fill somebody else's heart. I am filled with gratitude for having known you, Your Foster Mum (Lancelot has FIV and stomatitis, both of which are under control with the help of medication, given with high quality wet food.)

#cats #california #san ramon #adoption #adoptnotshop

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zanyzensblog · 10 months

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Suletta Sunday omg holy crap!

My reactions More or less in order. But probably a jumbled mess. Spoilers ahead.

Ahem...

Oh wow we’re really just getting right into it.

Damn, Suletta really loves her mom and sis and doesn’t want them to become even bigger war criminals.

Damn it Laudna, you’re emitting peak incel women hating energy right here. Stop it.

Suletta is officially the best damn pilot of the show, maybe Eri was holding back a bit but still the fact she’s flying through all of Aerial’s bits is something I don’t think even Guel in a gundam could really do.

Somebody else is in the data storm? Oooo our elusive Notrette perhaps?

Oh crap, the Assembly league has a death star. A big one. Annnnd of course those bene gesserit looking bitches are not only saving their own skins but making a play to be the top dogs. Ugh.

Elan 5 a little bit of a badass.

*Gives gun to Belmira “I could never” (oh come you know you’ve basically killed scores) “I’m not giving a gun to a student.” (Damn it I almost like this guy even though he killed Nadim and basically started this whole mess)

“where did you get a gun?” “Who cares?” LOL

I always knew Haro’s were evil. Always knew it!

Damn Propera hitting them with the “You didn’t think I would change the password?” good villainess shit there.

Damn it Laudna, why do you suck sooo damn bad? Guel just kill his ass, the additional ptsd will be worth it.

Oh damn Guel is gonna die nooooooo not our boy!

*Sees flashback of when Guel met Laudna and Guel was immediately an accepting big brother happy to have a little bro.* Sniff, I’m not crying. Damn bro.

Felsi you goddamn miracle. MVP. Would have bet money one of the brothers was gonna die but nope, not if Felsi had any say in it. Attagirl!

Miorine calling out Prospera’s clear favoritism of Eri over Suletta.

Miorine remembering what I assume is a whole ass genome sequence she learned of yesterday that translates to an I love you from her mother to override Quiet Zero was absolutely baller and she’s got a galaxy brain if there ever was one.

Damn Bel, way to step up a bit.

Damn Elan5, nice shot.

Miorine basically telling Prospera “I’m marrying your daughter no matter what, we’re gonna be a family. So deal.” Happy Pride month indeed! Love to see it!

Oh crap, here comes the double cross from the bigwigs, they’re a firing the laser!

Eri noo!

Prospera’s mark? What’s going on there?

ERI NOOOOOO!!

Holy crap most of Aerial actually survived that? That Gundam really is built different. But did Eri still die? Is there anything left of her? If not, Prospera’s gonna utterly freaking lose it on somebody.

Closing thoughts Next episode is called the Final Episode? Huh, feels a little weird to title something that. I doubt this series is gonna get another season (Really wish it would, it’s done pretty damn solid storytelling for the amount going on and the small amount of episodes it has. Though still it definitely could have benefited from more episodes and a little more time to breathe and develop certain plots)

I mean hopefully maybe it’ll at least get a movie (Gundam 00 did it) or a spinoff at worst (freaking Gundam Seed had like 3 right?) So here’s hoping we get to see more of this Gundam timeline cause damn, they made a solid and fun anime with this one. Last episode I’m almost positive we’re gonna get Delling talking about what exactly happened to Notrette and why he made Quiet Zero (I’m still positive it’s a Gendo Ikari thing, I’ll eat a hat if I’m wrong.) and also, hopefully we’ll finally get to hear wedding bells!! Get the best dresses! Chuchu should be Miorine’s maid of honor and Guel should Suletta’s best man! Don’t @ me.

#gundam witch from mercury #gundam witch spoilers #g witch #suletta mercury #Prospera Mercury #miorine rembran #ericht samaya #Gundam Aerial

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hyperpsychomaniac · 10 months

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Welp. I think Gerda wins the dubious honour.

Gerda was probably my last pick personally. Not because she shouldn't punch him... out of these three, she cops the most crap from Ahlberg. Mostly cause she's just so nice and probably rarely if ever would deck somebody just because they deserved it.

And then I thought about it and oh yeah I came up with a situation where she would...

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“I understand. Things… they got out of hand.”

“No, Gerda,” Erik admitted. His voice was low; no one in the crowded bar would overhear. His next words still came haltingly. “I knew I was riling the Trolls. The bells - I knew they wouldn’t stop them. I wanted them angry, and… and it worked!”

Gerda stared at him, but no accusation came.

The knot in Erik’s stomach undid itself. “It didn’t get out of hand, because I intended it end in a fight; I’d planned it all. All after reading Hilda’s essay. But I see how stupid it was, and… oh, Gerda, it feels so good to get this off my chest! I knew I could count on-

Something slammed into his head, and the bar spun out from under him. Erik’s ears rang, and then his face slapped onto the sticky floor. The roar of voices cut back in, only to fall into stunned silence.

Gerda stood over him, fist still bunched at her side, tears glinting in her eyes. “What you did… the danger you put this city in… that was on purpose!?”

Erik’s face flushed hot, the blood pounding against his bruised cheekbone. Every eye was on him, knocked on his ass. Worse, waiting to hear his answer.

The only sound was the squeak of the bartender’s rag as he patiently cleaned a glass - and slammed it down on the bar. “Ahem!”

Gerda flinched. Slowly she straightened, looked about at the bar’s patrons and at the bartender. She flushed and lowered her gaze. “Sorry.” Then she spun on her heel and left.

The sound of conversation slowly picked back up. Someone hauled Erik up and plunked him back down on his barstool, giving his shoulder a quick pat. The bartender shoved a glass into his hands. It was chock full of nothing but ice.

“There’s no alcohol in this…”

“That’s for your face. And I suggest you use it - that was a hell of a right hook. You’re lucky you’re a big guy. As for a drink, you want one, you buy one.”

The conversation and chink of glasses had returned to normal; everyone chatting with their companions. And him, at the bar, alone with nothing but his pint of ice. Gerda was gone. She was supposed to have understood. If not her… who else was he supposed to confide in? Hilda? Or perhaps he should let her have a swing at him, too. He deserved it. He had nothing but his adoring public. But they too, if they learned what he’d done, would surely turn on him.

“… totally inappropriate… she’s in uniform too…”

“…heard his speeches… probably a pain in the ass to work with…”

“…bet they were sleeping together…”

Erik stood, and his barstool screeched loudly on the floor. The volume in the bar dipped again. He fled.

#hilda #hilda netflix #hilda the series #hilda the show #hilda and the mountain king #fanficiton #hilda fanfic #hilda fanfiction #gerda gustav #erik ahlberg #I thought of drawing this but heck my writing is better #feel a tiny bit bad #for gerda #she's going to be so mad at herself #you don't throw punches in this guys bar #neither does he hand out free drinks to the guy who probably deserved it

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marinerainbow · 1 year

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I have four official AU's for the WFRR universe. One of which I already posted about (The Toon Medic AU), but I got three more.

The last two are more horror related though, so unless someone asks I won't post them. This one however, is literally just changing the species of the characters. So, despite the fact that nobody asked, here is my

WFRR Monster AU

Tagging @wicked1will0sparkles so you can see ^^

Basically, instead of there being toons, there are different species of monsters. The humans are still humans, so it's monsters and humans coexisting. And it still takes place in the late forties. This barely does anything to the plot, I just love fantasy/monster AU's.

The monsters the toons would be are:

Roger Rabbit: Fairy. In fea folklore, there are all types of fairies, including more friendly fairies. Roger would be one of those. He's not the most powerful fairy, but he does have some magic, that he uses to bring happiness to people. Though if he's pushed to far, like his wife being kidnapped, he could easily use his magic to confront the offenders.

He's not Tinker Bell size, though he is still small. So even though he's not a toon rabbit anymore, he's still a shorty potorty. And yes, he's got wings (he's a cute and funny guy, the wings would help emphasize that).

Jessica Rabbit: Gorgon (I'm willing to bet my whole check that somebody thought that she was gonna be a siren or succubus). With the stories surrounding Medusa, especially with the slightly happier ending to how Medusa became the way she is, I think gorgon would fit Jessica more. Her poisonous snakes and petrifying gaze is her defense against groping men instead of booby traps and frying pans.

Jessica is still a gorgeous woman. Aside from the snakes in her hair, powers, and more reptilian eyes, she looks normal. I like to imagine that her snakes have hoods, like cobras, to make her hair more round, like how her hair ends are more curved in the movie. And yes, they all give Roger kisses too.

Baby Herman: Goblin. Don't let the tiny man fool you, Herman is still a bastard, and is not afraid at all to use his cute appearance to get what he wants. He is pretty old despite what his appearance may indicate, just like in the movie. He and Roger are still friends too.

Unlike other fea, he rarely bothers using his magic. He's a star, so nobody will be a threat to him- according to his ego. And like I said, he knows how to play cute, so he's got that going for him.

Benny the Cab: Mechanical Being. This one was pretty easy. Who knows how this machine was given life. All that we do know, is that he decided to serve the people as a smart-mouthed cab. There are rumors that it was actually Roger who gave Benny life, considering their strong bond. Though this hasn't been confirmed- or denied.

I'm not entirely sure if I want him to remain a car, or if he can shift his body to become something else like a transformer. I'm leaning more towards the first option though.

Judge Doom: Unknown. Nobody knows who, or what, the mysterious judge was. Obviously he is a shape-shifter, though that is the only clue to his true identity. After all, part of the mystery was who Doom really was in the movie, why not have it be the same in this AU?

Doom looks pretty much the same as he does in the movie. His transformations are less toony though.

Smartass Weasel: Werewolf. On the surface, the sergeant looks like any other human, and he's able to carry himself like one. However, Anyone who's been around him notices his oddly heightened senses and strength. If pushed too far, you might even see his eyes flash momentarily. But if he needs to, he can and will summon his more beastly side.

Smartass, as stated above, is able to pass as a human. As such, it makes him the most ideal to lead the Patrol, and interact with other humans. Just be sure to avoid him on the full moon.

Greasy Weasel: Incubus. Other than his overt sexual nature, this right-hand man might look normal too. However, if one were to look closely, one might notice his more hellish features through his glamor. Though most people just brush it off as a trick of the light.

Like Smartass, Greasy looks like a human, though he doesn't has as good of a handle on himself; the more lascivious he gets, the more obvious that he's not human (Also uses his Incubus powers to charm women into sleeping with him)

Wheezy Weasel: Ghoul. Not to be confused with a mindless zombie. He may be undead, but he still has his own will and mind after being mysteriously brought back to life. At least now he can smoke all he wants with no risk to his health. Though the stench you smell when he enters the room is a bit more than the cigarettes...

Wheezy has wrappings and stitches all over him, to cover and close all the wounds he's accumulated that won't heal. Other than that, he could look like any other human too... Just don't try to take his food away from him when he's eating.

Psycho Weasel: Poltergeist. With that scene in the end where, even after he died, he still managed to almost kill Jessica and Roger, I knew this was perfect for him. Even though he's dead, don't underestimate the absolute nightmare this loon can and will be for you. And since he's already dead-dead, he has no worries of being killed or re-killed like the others. As such, this ghost has very little reason to hold back.

Don't invite this little shit into your house. He will cause problems just because he can. From slyly placing objects in different places to making the exorcism movies look like a Disney franchise.

Stupid Weasel: Troll. Big, dumb, and brute strength all in one package. Pretty straightforward. No one knows why he follows Smarty around, he may not even know himself. Though the creature seems to have gotten attached to the werewolf somehow and will do what he says, and pretty much got adopted into the gang when he wouldn't go away.

In troll folklore, they turn to stone in the sun. So Stupid doesn't like going out at that time. If he has to, he'll bring something to cover himself like a huge blanket or a parasol. It's almost cute, until you remember this guy can squash you like a grape.

Eddie (and Teddy) Valient: Monster Hunter. To call him a hunter wouldn't entirely be accurate. He and Teddy protected humans from monsters, yes, but they also protected the monsters too. It wasn't until Teddy's death at the hands of a mysterious creature did Eddie swore to never work or help creatures again.

He doesn't actively hunt the creatures, but he doesn't step in when Judge Doom and the Monster Patrol take over Los Angeles either. It isn't until a certain fairy comes to him pleading for help that he's able to slowly come back.

Dolores: Monster Huntress. In the movie, the picture frame containing the picture of Eddie, Teddy, and Dolores says "Two Flatfoots and a Floozy enter a Business", heavily implying that Dolores was indeed a part of their business. The case would be the same in this AU. And just like in the movie, she branched off to become a bartender when the business started going under to try to help both herself and Eddie.

Like in the movie, Dolores is fearless and witty in this AU. She still cares for Eddie, but she's at her wit's end too. In the end, she just wants what's best for them both.

There are certain scenes from the movie I want to write out but in the Monster AU. This post is already pretty long, so I'll save the scene re-writes for another day.

That's that! I hope you guys like this. Any questions you guys have, I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

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That Kind of Night || Self-Writing

Location: Grit Pit Content Warning: References to violence

Laurie cussed quietly to himself as he listened to the baukbear scream as the lamina held it down under the light. As dingy as this place could be sometimes, Laurie knew they’d only had it on to try and make it a fair fight. But he’d only just gotten the lighting to his liking around the baukbear cage. What? Was he just supposed to go out and find another one? Not fucking likely. If his bosses wanted a new one when that one had died so quickly, they could send somebody else.

Turning away from the fight, Laurie grabbed a rag to wipe his hands with before heading down toward the cages. That fight had been shorter than anticipated, so they’d probably try to squeeze in another. He needed to check the feeding schedule and figure out what would be smart to send. Technically that wasn’t his job either, but Laurie liked to be ready for the occasions where he did get asked.

“Hedge hound versus hellhound?” he got asked as he was flipping through his paperwork.

Laurie didn’t even look up. “Come on, Jack. Would anyone even bet on the hedge hound in that?” he asked. “No way the hedge hound can strangle fast enough to avoid being burned?”

“Well, maybe that’s the angle,” Jack mused. “Can the hedge hound kill the hellhound before it’s forced to regenerate? We make the odds stay with no, give ‘em a chance to bet on the longshot. Make a little money on a last minute fight.” He shrugged and patted Laurie on the back. “Good thinking. Get them ready.”

Laurie grumbled to himself as he headed toward the hedge hound cage. He kept grumbling as a few others stepped in to help get the beasts upstairs and into cages on either side of the pit ring. Once the bell rang and the cages were opened, Laurie leaned against the wall, barely caring enough to watch. As predicted, the hellhound burned hot and ended things rather quickly. But at least that meant both were going back to the cages. One less thing he’d have to hear about later.

The action continued in the ring, but since it was two part-timers against each other, neither was anything Laurie needed to care about. He went about his nightly routine, heading down the hall over and over with buckets of fresh meat, rotting meat, specialty plants, and anything else needed in the night’s food schedule. He had his beasts’ cage locations memorized by this point, and Laurie could let his mind wander some while working. He occasionally risked putting in earbuds, but not being able to hear the beasts always put him on edge.

“Easy night?” Jack asked, leaning against the wall in Laurie’s resource room as things upstairs must have wrapped up.

“Go fuck yourself,” Laurie responded without any heat. “Explain to me why that light was close enough to sunshine to actually kill my baukbear?”

“Your baukbear?” Jack repeated instead of answering the question.

Laurie rolled his eyes and filled another bucket of grains to finish out tonight’s feed list. “I’m the one who had to do all that work to get ready for it, so yeah. Mine. All this work to keep these beasts alive, and what thanks do I get? Certainly none from them, and then you let your prize fighter kill something that should be hard to kill in this setting.”

Jack shrugged. “Not my prize fighter any more than your baukbear. Neither of us gets paid enough for those claims.”

Laurie snorted and raised the bucket in a sort of toast. “All right, fine. I’ll give you that.”

#wr writing #self-writing

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aniimequotes · 2 years

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Death Note Quotes Pt. 2

"In this world, there are very few people who actually trust each other."

- Light Yagami

“No, I can’t laugh yet. I’ve got to hold it in. They’re all gonna die, 40 seconds after he wrote down their names. Thirty five seconds… I’ll claim my victory then!”

- Light Yagami

"L, do you know gods of death love apples?"

- Light Yagami

“I’ve gotten rid of everything in my way. I am the god of the new world.”

- Light Yagami

“My dad? You mean Soichiro Yagami. That’s right Matsuda. In this world, all those earnest people like him who fight for justice, they always lose. You want a world where people like that are made to be fools?! I know you understand, so kill the others! Shoot them!”

- Light Yagami

"In the end, L is indeed the greatest detective on earth..."

- Light Yagami

“That’s right… I am Kira. And what can you do? Kill me right here? Hear this. I’m not only Kira. But I’m also… God of the new world! Kira has become law in the world we now live. He’s the one who’s maintaining order. I have become Justice. The only hope for mankind. Kill me? Is that really the right thing to do? Since Kiras appearance six years ago, wars have stopped and global crime rates have been reduced by over 70%. But, it’s not enough. This world is still rotten! With too many rotten people. Somebody has to do this! When I first got that notebook all those years ago, I knew I had to do it. No, I was the only one who could. I understood killing people was a crime. There was no other way! The world had to be fixed! A purpose given to me! Only I could do it. Who else could have done it?! And come this far?! Would they have kept going?! The only one… who can create a new world… is me.”

- Light Yagami

“Irrespective of how gifted you are, you cannot change the world alone.”

- L

"This is an outrage... taking advantage of this situation! I assure you, I will get to the bottom of this!"

- L

"I don't sit like this because I want to. I have to sit like this. If I were to sit normally, my deductive skills will immediately be reduced by roughly 40%."

- L

“Tell me Light, from the moment you were born, has there ever been a point where you’ve actually told the truth?”

- L

“It will be lonely won’t it? You and I will be parting ways soon.”

- L

“I hear the bell.”

- L

“Humans who use the notebook are cursed with fear, pain, and misery. Hm. Of course, Soichiro didn’t use the notebook. He got to die believing that his son wasn’t Kira. I guess that means… he was happy.”

- Ryuk

“Humans are so interesting. Of course, you can use money to get apples so I understand.”

- Ryuk

“What is right from wrong? What is good from evil? Nobody can truly distinguish between them. Even if there was a god. Now, supposing a god and his world existed, even then I’d stop and think for myself. I’d decide for myself whether his teachings are right or wrong. After all, I am just the same as you. I put faith in my own convictions as to what I believe is right, and consider them to be righteous.”

- Near

“If you can’t win the game, if you can’t solve the puzzle… then you’re just a loser.”

- Near

“Didn’t I already tell you all that nobody was going to die?”

- Near

“I bet Mello knew in his heart, that working by ourselves, neither of us would be able to obtain our goal, and surpass our mentor, L. But together… Together we can stand with L. Together we can surpass L! And now, acting as one, we face the Kira who defeated L, and with solid evidence, beat him at his own game! Let’s see you try to talk your way out of this one… if you can.”

- Near

“No. You’re just a murderer Light Yagami. And this notebook is the deadliest weapon of mass murder in the history of mankind. You yielded to the power of the Shinigami and the notebook. And you have confused yourself with a god. In the end, you’re nothing more than a crazy serial killer. That’s all you are. Nothing more. And nothing less.”

- Near

“It’s time I started living my own life.”

- Mello

“In the end, there is no greater motivation than revenge.”

- Mello

“What was it all for then?! What about your dad?! What the hell did he die for?!”

- Matsuda Touta

“You lead your own father to his death. And now he’s gone, you call him a fool? I’ll kill him! He has to die!”

- Matsuda Touta

“Laws aren’t perfect, because humans who created laws aren’t perfect. It’s impossible to be perfect. However, the laws are evidence of the human’s struggle to be righteous.”

- Soichirou Yagami

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running-on-narrativium · 2 years

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Incorrect Discworld Quotes Part One

Vimes @ his squad during Guards! Guards!: “You’re my family and I love you, but you’re terrible, you’re all terrible.”

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Drumknott: “I need some advice.”

Moist: “And you’re asking me?”

Drumknott: “I know. Frightening, isn't it?”

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Adora Belle: “Are you two…dating?”

Nobby: “Yeah!”

Shine of the Rainbow: “Yes we are!”

Adora Belle: “Why?”

Nobby, slightly offended: “I happen to find Shine of the Rainbow very appealing.”

Adora Belle: “Oh, I understand that. I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong in her head.”

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Carrot: “Hey. HEY!! Everyone stop arguing. Come on, hug it out. Hug it out!”

The Squad: *awkward and reluctant group hug*

Angua: “Alright, who just took my wallet?”

Nobby: “Sorry.”

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Trev: “Imagine if someone handed you a box of all the items you've lost in your life.”

Glenda: “It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back...”

Juliet: “And- oh wow! My childhood innocence! I knew I lost that somewhere.”

Nutt:”Mental stability! My old friend.”

Trev: “Mates, could you lighten up a little?”

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Sally: “Shit!”

Vimes, who is trying not to swear as much bc of his son and has gone into full dad mode:“Language!”

Everyone: ???

Nobby: “Wait a sec, is no one else is gonna deal with the fact that Vimes just said "Language"?”

Vimes: “I know. It just slipped out.”

Angua, trying to focus on doing her job: “We need to find the culprit!”

Carrot, completely seriously: “And for gosh sake, watch your language.”

Vimes to himself: “That’s not going away any time soon…”

***

Lord Rust: “How dare you mock me in such a manner!”

Vimes: “Well, how would you like me to mock you, then? I take requests.”

***

Rincewind, after going on yet another life threatening adventure against his will: “No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. Sometimes I just want it to stay saved, you know? For a little bit? I feel like the maid, ‘I just cleaned up this mess, could you keep it clean for ten minutes? Please?’”

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Juliet, after running into her trash fire of a family: “What's that word they use for like a weapon you make in jail? Like a knife?”

Nutt: “A shiv?”

Juliet: “I hope my dad and brothers get shivved.”

Juliet: “Just to scare ‘em. Scare ‘em good.”

Nutt, slightly disturbed: “That…that would do it, Miss Stollop…”

Juliet, darkly: “Scare ‘em right in the kidneys…”

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William: “We hadn't pegged you as a party person."

Otto: “I'm not, but parties vith you and Sacrarissa are different."

William: “How so?”

Otto: "You know how you vant to just go and stand in a corner sometimes?"

Sacarissa: “Yes.”

Otto, bashfully: “You und Villiam are my corner.”

William and Sacarissa: “Awwww!”

Otto, blushing: “Ha ha…shut up…”

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Fred: “Why are you wearing a dress?”

Nobby: “Because I look amazing!”

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(Shine of the Rainbow and Nobby going on a zoo date)

Shine of the Rainbow, who’s never been to a zoo in her life: “What are they in for?”

Nobby, trying not to laugh: “It’s not a prison, luv.”

Shine of the Rainbow: “So they can go?”

Nobby: “Well, no…”

Shine of the Rainbow, pointing at a penguin: “I bet that one killed somebody!”

#mushrooms and snails: shine of the rainbow #vetinari’s terrier: vimes #call me jewels!: juliet #living not in vein: otto #the ol’ razzle dazzle: moist #the right hand man: drumknott

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martianbugsbunny · 2 years

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.42--Episodes 20-21

I have watched through S4E21; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for those further behind than I am.

—Zelena weaponizing her pregnancy is infuriating to me. But she knows what she’s doing. She’s basically given herself plot armor, because what hero would kill a villain at the cost of her unborn child?

—I get that the Apprentice felt like he had to make it up to Lilith somehow, but maybe telling a person who is literally full of darkness who to seek revenge on isn’t the best idea?

—Alright, so the Sorcerer exists. One small step for me. But I bet he’s never actually gonna show his beardy face.

—Emma and Regina going on a roadtrip in Emma’s semi-ugly little bug is awesome.

—I love how Rumple has just stopped pretending to be plotting in secret. He’s chilling, with the Author, in Granny’s in plain sight.

—Also, I love it when somebody is sitting in a booth at Granny’s and somebody else squishes them into the wall to sit down in the same booth. Hilarious.

—I can only assume Robin thought having another baby would fix what was off between him and Marian, because he obviously chose obligation over love this time and if he wasn’t shooting for a baby what would the point be?

—That bit where Belle got her heart back kills me. Rumple gave it to her (which, duh, is symbolic of him returning her metaphorical/figurative heart to her) (or maybe not really, cause I’m not sure I believe he’s just gonna move out of the way like that), but he also told Will Scarlett to take care of her heart. That’s quality writing. Though, I really do want him to have actually stepped aside, because otherwise a perfectly lovely moment has no meaning.

—Bringing Zelena back to Storybrooke is one of the worst ideas Regina has ever had.

—And bringing Lilith back wasn’t much smarter on Emma’s part. This girl is full of darkness, is a chronic liar, and makes very bad choices—and oh yeah, she has a vendetta against Emma’s parents! She wants to destroy all of the good things in Emma’s life! That can’t possibly end badly!

—Ugh, Cora. She’s already dead, can’t she just be gone? I 10/10 hate her. Very bad mother, very bad person.

—Maleficent’s hair is pretty. And although I like her makeup better when she’s not wearing that red lipstick, I do like that her lipstick and her nail polish match.

—Cruella got buried in a plain wooden box! Just what a dog-killer deserves. (And, yes, I have hated her more since her origin episode, because they hadn’t really said if she was a dog-killer in this show before then.) She can rot.

—I adore how salty Regina is now. She’s got a pretty dry sense of humor, but it works, and it plays pretty well off of Emma.

—I have a love-hate relationship with how the Author doesn’t care about the actual stories, he just cares about whether or not he gets to write. And the way he sees people as their story elements I just flat-out love.

—The new book is stunning. But make no mistake, I don’t want every villain to win. Just Rumple, Regina, and Maleficent. And I also don’t want it at the heroes’ expense.

—I’m touched by how proud Maleficent is of her dragon daughter. But their stories are both incredibly sad. Possibly some of the most tragic material in the entire show.

—I don’t really want Emma to be a badguy, and it looks like it won’t happen—but it would be so cool if Emma was the dark magic lady and it was Regina who had to save her.

—Regina taking away her own ability to have kids to keep her mom from having power over her is terribly depressing. (I don’t believe for half a second that Cora was actually trying to do Regina a favor.) She didn’t know she wanted to be a mom yet. And it makes what Zelena did even worse. But Regina does have Henry, and probably also Roland now that she and Robin are back together, so she got to be a mother anyway.

—Seeing Emma reconcile with her parents did my heart some good. It’s kinda weird how she was more angry with Snow than she was with David—but come to think of it, David has consistently had a bit of a darker streak than Snow, so maybe it wasn’t quite as huge of a shock.

—Longer hair is incredibly fetching on Regina.

—Very cool that Rumple is not dead. I wouldn’t care about the Dark One—actually, I would hate his guts—if Rumple wasn’t part of him anymore. Although now I live in fear that it’s still gonna happen.

—Taking blood from Lilith was genius. Regina has a very good brain.

#once upon a time #ouat #zelena #the Apprentice #the Sorcerer #lilith #Emma swan #regina mills #maleficent #Robin Hood #rumplestiltskin #belle #Will Scarlett #the Author #Cora mills #cruella de vil #martianbugsbunny reviews

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lauriescage · 2 months

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That Kind of Night || Self-Writing

Location: Grit Pit

Content warning: References to violence

“Hedge hound versus hellhound?” he got asked as he was flipping through his paperwork.

Laurie didn’t even look up. “Come on, Jack. Would anyone even bet on the hedge hound in that?” he asked. “No way the hedge hound can strangle fast enough to avoid being burned?”

“Easy night?” Jack asked, leaning against the wall in Laurie’s resource room as things upstairs must have wrapped up.

“Go fuck yourself,” Laurie responded without any heat. “Explain to me why that light was close enough to sunshine to actually kill my baukbear?”

“Your baukbear?” Jack repeated instead of answering the question.

Jack shrugged. “Not my prize fighter any more than your baukbear. Neither of us gets paid enough for those claims.”

Laurie snorted and raised the bucket in a sort of toast. “All right, fine. I’ll give you that.”

#wr writing #self-writing

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ov105 · 2 years

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Pool Party

Wrote this to take my mind off the stress of semester’s end. I’ve been thinking about this after going to a pool since August. Since then I’ve gone through a million powerpoints, and created a billion more. It’s not easy being a social sciences student. And I’m here, writing 7,600 words paying attention to my horniness. Humans truly are an odd bunch.

7,644 words

Enjoy.

"Oh yeah, Yujin's inviting you to her pool party later."

Ah, eighteen. The crossing of the Rubicon. Well, when you were seventeen, at least. I just nodded in reply, slipping out "yeah," to a friend while rolling through our textbook. Having forgotten to review the entire chapter, now I have only a thousand won note slipped on its opening page while rushing to reach the conclusions at the back of it. I probably just pushed everybody else's noise behind my head as I scanned the chapter before everything started. I barely memorized anything as I went and fell back to the classic tactic of letting keywords decide my answer. Everything else was a blur after that. The blue hues way above became darker, with the orange light breaking through the window panes as we all waited for 3:30 pm. Before that rang, Yujin came up to me, asking.

"Hey, what's your score?"

"22, you?"

"Higher," she replied, saying it with such proud conviction I almost shared it myself. I knew well I wouldn't score high, yet my brains made it in one piece.

"Good job," Seeing that my little website referral made her life easier earlier.

"Oh yeah, about later, who's coming along?" I asked, a bit puzzled. Perhaps trying to gain more comfort knowing that I may know everyone there, in any case, I get drunk.

"Well, you know, the usual. You're the only other guy there, plus him," she replied, looking in the direction of a friend of ours. A credible crowd and a pool party, nothing can go wrong, right? It will. I was already betting that somebody would jump in the pool in their casual clothes, which was me at the last birthday party I attended.

"Alright, tomorrow's Saturday anyway," I just said, with Yujin nodding in reply as she went back to her seat. I guess she did have a party planned after all.

After that, the bell rang. The bug of getting home had bitten us as our class scrambled to get out, some briskly walking, and some going slow as they caught up with their friends. I had a few conversations about the more mundane things come Monday. I caught the metro on the way home as I saw other batchmates of ours try to crowd themselves into the bus and inevitably get stuck in traffic. It wasn't precisely as stark a difference trying to catch the train, though. Both were still close to jam-packed, even if it's been a year since every whitecoat advised us to stay at least a meter apart. I checked my phone as I clung on while the railcar rocked slightly at a hundred kilometers per hour. Being the fashion terrorist I am, I typed up "casual wear pool party" into the search box, trying to make sure I didn't look like I dressed up last minute, which was what I was going to do.

Coming home, I first jumped into my bed, having an hour or two before the sunset. Getting a good nap before I rolled out of bed, took a bath, and started to make a mess of my cabinet. If I had taken out the time I spent checking my phone, ten would've only been two minutes. The last thing I (or any guy) would do is always stand in front of the mirror, give ourselves a quick scan and pat down. Now is the year of birthday parties for people my age, all of us are turning 18, being in the 12th grade. It's pretty surreal we are to finish high school being seen as adults, but well, we already seem to think we act like one.

Heading into the party, I took what probably was the same train there, though now with a lot fewer people that I could actually take a seat and maybe thought about things for a second as we went over the Han with a view of the 5 pm sunset going through the bridge's beams—matching my thoughts with the thunderous rolling sound of the rail over the girders. I guess now being invited and going alone to Yujin's birthday party wasn't exactly too different when she had her first blowout when she was seven. The last thing we would worry about is if we got our fractions right instead of filling in redundant pages of college application forms.

Though I guess neither is a challenge for Yujin. Her energy never seems to fade. Such is Yudaeng.

But now we were all much older, probably put some booze, and for others, cigarettes and vapes, into the mix, so might as well make the party last tomorrow.

Now, Yujin and I were "equals," as our English tutor told us, that I was her and she was me. I guess it was because I did a lot of the heavy hauling in our more academic and reading-heavy classes. She was a somewhat faster runner and a more coordinated dancer than I was, though. The thing was that I could count more times we were classmates than we weren't, and while commonality wasn't something I would completely describe us, I was almost always her go-to "smart guy" to make sure she wasn't getting another F or D for that matter. Thankless, sure. But I don't complain. It gives me some purpose from time to time. My introspection ended itself as the PA announcement rang, and I had my cue.

I was taking my time walking towards the party, now at some quieter neighborhood across the river, far out of where we lived. It wasn't shady or anything, but it was more subdued. Though I imagined nobody would want to go home later, I imagined what the place would look like at night. As I turned the corner and asked for directions, the lady I asked at the street pointed two floors up a faded white building. The pool was a part of the balcony above it, and what I assumed were the bedrooms below. I knew she was pretty rich, but not this rich, I thought to myself as I paced up the stairs, messaging her on my phone and slipping it in my short pocket.

Turning the final staircase, someone opened the door, and I looked up. It was Yujin, having swapped out the stuffy uniform for a more casual fit, shorts, and a tucked-in loose shirt, but nothing too extraordinary.

"You're a bit late, come on!" she beckoned me as I got up the stairs. I was greeted with a hug and saying another happy birthday as I returned it. It indeed was a chill atmosphere there. The same friend who told me about this was bent over the butane-flame grill trying not to mess the meat up. At the same time, her girlfriends were closer to the pool, an L-shape block of rooms behind it, the kitchen being right beside the staircase, with the pool and kitchen separated a bit by an open area where everybody was. It was comforting knowing every face. Taking a seat and was handed a cola before my neurons even linked to grab my phone and text home that I may just come home late.

Later, I stood up to be the 2nd man on the grill. The music wasn't too loud nor too obnoxious. I'd imagine none of the six of us wanted to confront an angry local breaking the party up. So that was it, two guys and four girls in their conversations as purple skies turned black. Yujin led the girls in laughter, being the fun and the hyperactive person she is. Meanwhile, I was just in banter with my mate while we waited for the meat to cook. We all kept it down a bit and just relaxed after midterms week, the test earlier being a last-minute addition.

"You're almost done?" Yujin asked as she came up.

"Almost, I mean, maybe?" I shrugged before reaching for chopsticks and offering it, "Wanna try?"

"Alright!" she replied with glee as she grabbed it from my hand. She was excited at the prospect of being the first one of us to eat, taking one of the middle pieces and eating it. She approved of it, and about fifteen minutes later, we began to stuff our faces full, maybe with some laughs and banter in between, but soon dying down as we got some more on our bowls, and later the banter came back again. It's been happening more and more now that we're getting back into things, getting used to how people talk and hearing them for who they are instead of conjuring voices that make me sleepless.

Later on, we all decided to take the beer out, though these were of the weak kind. Not that they tasted terrible, but much in the vein of would be called pisswater. Having that right malt taste, but otherwise, the only saving grace was that it was ice cold. I'd rather have an undermixed iced tea, but I digress. It was almost getting late. Ironically it must be the alcohol getting to me. After sitting down for about two hours, we all began to stand up and split up into our corners.

The two girls went by themselves, talking as loudly as usual, then retreated to watch Netflix by themselves. Sliding doors shut, locked—two out.

The lovebirds began the same way, and then a little frisky, then quite handsy. Then one of them just whispered into one another. I just sighed. I just hoped the rooms were soundproofed, taking another sip as their sliding door locked.

I was then alone, taking out my phone and switching data on as I leaned back against the railing.

"You wanna eat?"

"Again?"

"What else are we supposed to do?" Yujin said. To be fair to her, I wanted to ask the same thing. Maybe watching YouTube or sending memes to each other's phones would do.

"There are leftovers, right?" I asked. Putting my leg down as I made the few steps to the kitchen, sliding the door open as Yujin went and probably got something for herself. Taking a seat as the microwave buzzed to life, I was a little surprised when she came back in. She had this smile on her face as if she had uncovered something.

"Dang, you hear them?"

"What about it?"

"They're not having...sex? Right?" she said as she came close and pulled a seat beside me. Oh, you sweet summer puppy.

"They are," I flatly replied, with a chuckle to voice both disbelief and surprise.

The microwave dinged after that, and as I put my fingers under a towel to open it, Yujin decided to test my remembrance of sex education at the worst time possible. She dropped the bomb on me as I put the noodles on the table.

"How does it feel?"

"What do you mean by feel?" I said, air quotes as "feel" left my mouth.

"How'd I know..," I replied, trailing off as my brain started to scramble and cover up the images of months past. I just sighed as Yujin waited on me. To think I was getting nervous being asked about my sex life by an analog nonetheless was just outrageous!

"Well, it feels good, I guess. Everybody's a little nervous at first." I replied, in hindsight, sounding more like a confession. Yujin just sounded wowed. For some reason, perhaps hearing it from a friend does sound different.

"Good? What do you mean by good?" She prodded further, flashing a shy smile as if to trap me.

"Alright, I'm not a writer for nothing," I began, "You know that feeling when almost every hair on your body is raised, not because you're scared, but between it. The point of being nervous, but it feels so damn good. Your brain just gets caught up between feeling that and going instinctively that it, pretty much, freezes."

Her playfulness, having rolled over into curiosity, was only natural. And the honeytrap of asking about my budding sex life had hooked me by that point. Now I had little choice but to continue, though, in my defense, I asked.

"Why are you even asking me this? I'm the worst guy you could ask," I calmly replied, though slightly defensive in my tone.

"What?" she replied, quite ridiculing me, "Haven't had a classmate ask you?"

"The guys, yeah, but the girls? No."

Yujin nodded, then left me hanging, scratching her nose as she looked down on her phone. She was thinking about something. Reaching for the chopsticks and pulling the noodles to me, not long after, I took my first slurp of it. She leaned back in, placed her hand on my thigh, looking quite shyly at me, she asked.

"You want to join me in our room?"

What was, at our age, an odd request, something only someone more scared of the dark, or just feeling lonely, would ask. I was betting my choices, but if I knew anything, I immediately lit up my alarms. Questioning Yujin was not the course to be taken.

"Sure."

Tapping my thigh to signal that she wanted me to come with her now, I put my food away and just laid my chopsticks on it. The pantry became quiet just as quickly as we left it. Trailing behind Yujin as she walked off to our room, it didn't feel too awkward. Looking around a bit, I thought I heard one of our friends moan again; it kicked back to a flashback to my first time myself.

Mine was similar to tonight, but it was a far stranger companion, one of my cousin's friends. She wasn't much older than I was, but not far off. Yet anything I experienced as she toyed with me with her lips, hips, and just how she used her body against mine that night will always stick to me. I would admit my endurance was miserable at best. Whatever, I had sex anyway. I got sent to Hong Kong that one night and back. This was just my second time tonight, I was taking the lead, and I was nothing more than a jungle of nerves.

The sound of lightly screeching metal and a lock turning split us from the rest of the world now. Our shoes remained outside, some of the lights were on, and the aircon was just winding up. Those were a giveaway that perhaps maybe, something was up. I turned around and pulled the thick curtains over the blinds, facing about to see Yujin standing there. Approaching her as the statuesque woman she was, we were equals, after all. Putting her hands on my chest and scaling up, her neck craning forward as if to kiss me, but I wasn't just about to get on with that. Moving back a bit, she stopped.

"Save it for someone you like," I told her, though I needed to say something quick not to kill her spirits.

"But, can I kiss you on your neck?" with Yujin softly lifting her chin as she allowed me. I went just right below her jaw with a few soft yet admittedly dry kisses. Moving down and having just put my lips, Yujin giggled, probably tickled as she slightly pushed on my chest.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling back a bit.

"Nothing, just getting a little tickled," she replied and so proved me correct.

I told her to sit on me to save us the awkwardness of keeping standing against each other. I assured her that I wouldn't do anything "stupid" as she put me between her legs. She put her weight on me as she sat on my lap, both of us completely awkward. Though before I could put my hands on her hips to pull her close, she reached down for her shirt, pulled it up, and took it off.

Now Yujin's body was normal, at least if being as tall as isn't accounted for. But now that the only thing keeping me away is a mere few inches of air and pinned down on this bed. It was a sight to behold from the well-matured woman she was. The way her thighs, built on the same bones that made her stand tall, stocky but toned, to hips that, while broad enough, were made discreet with a torso that matched it. It was an unreal, daringly perfect physique. She looked back at me as I gave her a look, though I was just trying to trace where my lips would go. She was just about to reach behind for her bra, so I stopped her.

"Not yet."

I said before moving back onto her neck, trying to remember everything I was told months back as I trailed downward, my kisses on her skin far deeper and more playful. I wasn't there to tickle her. A quick diversion over her collarbone before marking my checkpoint at her mole, just as I gave it a second kiss, I heard a faint, shaky moan. So there it was. Pulling her slightly closer as I gave it a deeper kiss, and I listened to her breath get shaky.

As I moved down, I could feel Yujin just watching me. Perhaps we were thinking the same thing as I came right down, leaning and pushing her forward, my lips just above her cleavage. How the hell did we get here? But before I could rationalize an answer to that, her hand clasped on my wrist and placed it close to her right tit. I took her cue as I wrapped it in my fingers and squeezed. She remained silent throughout, still shy and holding her moans in, but I felt her getting warmer as my lips and hands softened the awkward mess we were now. Thinking that it would only get more uncomfortable if I kept leaning forward, it was time to get more serious.

"Lie down," I whispered to her as I sat straight. I moved aside and stood up to let Yujin get on the bed. By the time I had turned back around, she, too, was facing me. Trying to copy a sex scene I've seen in my head, I took a few steps forward, got into bed with her, and had my lips right back on her neck. Though we just crashed on the mattress but luckily didn't slam right into her. The tension broke as we laughed at the face of erotic disaster. Nope, that was no reenactment.

Continuing as my left hand now reached up to her left tit, softly squeezing and rubbing it as I continued kissing down her body. I puckered my lips and sucked on the soft flesh of her tits before kissing down her tummy, as far down as my lips took me right before her shorts. I was done.

The only thing missing now was that Yujin wasn't naked.

"You're okay taking everything off?" I asked. She just nodded in reply. Taking that, I went back in, now with both my lips and tongue doing the work as I have heard again and again; keep up with the foreplay. My hand was instead trying to get behind her, feeling my fingers poking her sides. She lifted her back up and let my hands slide in. It was a little awkward as I tried to unhook her bra, getting after a few seconds or so then hovered above her. Yujin moved her shoulders and slid her straps off but kept her forearms close to her chest. I had a long way to go.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I don't know. I've never done this before," Yujin shyly replied, rubbing her forearms. Well, I was too. I was just in the same position a while ago. And well, I had little else to say.

"Hey, I don't know this either," I told her. She just lightly scoffed at me.

"I don't know, my ass, I'm not almost topless for nothing," she replied, and with me between her legs and my arms already straining as I hovered above her. She was anything but wrong. I was a neuron away from telling her we should just back off, but Yujin beat me to it. Putting her forearms away, she slipped a finger into her bra and swung it to nowhere as I remained fixed on her.

They hung free, a perky pair of tits with well-colored areolas. My face immediately went for them as I wrapped my tongue around Yujin's nipples and tugged at them as I began to suck, my lips puckering right against her areolas. As if to respond to my tugging, Yujin slightly lifted upward. As I flicked on her nipple, she moaned. Then I slipped my free hand between her legs, pressing down hard on the fabric of her shorts as if to knock on her. After all, It was only two layers beneath. And to only drive my libido even higher, my fingertips only feel her warmth.

Then I began drawing circles with my fingers, and she cried out and squealed. It was a more sensual, not erotic release as she writhed, biting her lip but still moaning loudly. With my mouth clamped shut on her left tit and fingers bearing right against her pussy, she didn't want to push me away. But just like I was, I could do nothing in the face of pleasure. Just right after, I moved to her right tit and kept a good eye on her. Yujin's hands moved under me and unbuttoned her shorts, but before she could hold the hem of it, I softly squeezed her forearm to tell her that I'd do it.

Giving one last suckle on Yujin's tits and a few kisses on her stomach later. My fingers found themselves hooked between her shorts and panties as I pulled them back, her legs straightening to get them off cleanly. As the final piece of clothing dropped on the edge of the bed, I dove low and between Yujin's now bare legs. In the first place, she didn't precisely close them. As I parked right in front of her pussy, it looked a little shy of a few weeks of shaving. Being as gullible as I am under nerves, I asked.

"This isn't your first time being eaten out, right?" She's had a boyfriend before, so I expected a nod. However, Yujin shook her head.

"I see it in porn a lot. I tried rubbing myself a few times, felt something, but never really came," she dejectedly stated. That didn't seem too believable, but alright, now I had something to do.

"You ready?" I then asked.

She just nodded, and down I went.

As I gave her the first lick, I remembered that eating Yujin out wasn't on my mental schedule, nor ever on my fantasies since I had hit puberty. After all, she was only a good friend. Now was a little more than that. And I've only seen the stuff I'm doing now in adult videos. Though if there was anything different from the way I was licking upward and drawing circles around her clit, it was that she sounded far quieter, more bearable, and gladly, more regular and human than the actors I'd seen. On the other hand, the sight of her friend eating her out had us forced to be a lot less sensible and just be simply horny.

Tracing around her folds as Yujin continued to moan. But because it was her first time to be touched like this, she might as well have gone insane. She bit hard on her lips as I continued eating her out, beginning to taste salt not long after as she writhed ever so slightly. I thought of fingering her, but at the moment, I thought I'd rather save penetration for my penis instead. For now, my hands held her and traveled upward to keep squeezing on her tits as I put my tongue against her pussy. Now I put my all into it as I pressed my tongue against her clit, but I continued to trace her folds with the tip of it.

Her hips moved, jerking right up against me and inadvertently driving me deeper against her clit. It didn't help that her smaller jerks pushed her hips against me while my tongue did the same. It only multiplied the friction for herself. She just moaned and whimpered as she began to leak. That's one way to hasten your first non-solo orgasm.

Licking past the fluids the Yujin was secreting, she was getting more vocal and pronounced in her movements. Her thighs began to close in on my ears as she rumbled back and forth on the mattress. Not to mention the drippings I had to wipe off my lips ever so often as she let her body speak for itself. My tongue is the suspect of it all.

In a matter of a few seconds, she was hitting an almost uncontrollable fever pitch. Her eyes shut, her mouth hung open, the release of her lustful moans filling the air as her torso waved and her hips and I struggled to keep her from completely flying away. It was only delaying the inevitable.

"-fuck," Yujin weakly said, biting her lip but immediately letting out a moan that only told the obvious.

Continuing my assault on her senses, I rounded her clit faster. Yujin had slipped into orgasm, her moans drawn out and erotic, her entire physique rocking the bed as my deeds paid themselves off. Calling my name out as her legs folded back and her feet, much like her hands, scrambled to hold on to something as her toes curled, with fingers grabbing my hair and the sheets. Her thighs were just about to crush my head as her hand suddenly grabbed on my hair and hung on to me for her dear life. Arching and throwing her head back as her juices leaked as she shook herself loose. She just sighed as her orgasm passed. Plopping down on the bed as she finished, having had her few seconds of high heaven as her chest pumped itself of air, her body had turned into jelly from a powerful release.

I slowly pulled myself back to watch the orgasmic mess that was Yujin. After wiping my lips clean of her, I asked.

"How's that?"

"Fucking amazing."

She was breathless, hands moving around her face as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. I just let her be. I was just as tired with my tongue. That's it. I just made a friend cum probably a little too hard on my second sexual encounter.

"Well, what do you want to do next?" I said. Now fully taking up my role as the guide.

"Blowjob?" Yujin said. Her lips were moistened from her lip biting earlier. Our gazes met to tell me that she was eager to try me for herself. But unlike eating pussy, I knew what I wanted with a blowjob. I just beckoned to her to come over as I unbuttoned my shorts. The only thing she had to do was pull it down. I just waited as she rolled off the bed and then stood right in front of me.

A naked, glowing Yujin was an image that left me without words; what a woman.

Kneeling and taking my shorts with her, the sight and touch of her hands wrapping my penis sent a slight shot of electricity up my body. It's been a while since it wasn't me touching myself or touched at all. Held it as she began to stroke, or at least try stroking it. Telling her that it'd be better to sit, and I did. Yujin seemed like she knew what to do.

She took a shy lick on the tip, tugging it upward as she tried copying whoever actress she'd seen. Though once her lips wrapped around my glans, I was split whether I was feeling pleasure or pressure to tell her to get it right. For a moment, I thought she had it under control as I felt my tip getting wetter but was dashed the moment my shaft was uncomfortably squeezed, and I shrieked.

"Don't squeeze it too hard. Just keep stroking, and be gentle," I told Yujin, and before I was even done, she was already getting the hang of it. Keeping her gaze at me as I approved of her, and then I appreciated how soft her hands were. It was better than any fleshlight I threw money at or any fully erotic masturbation fantasy I would dream up at 2 am. All Yujin had to do was keep doing what she had to do, and I was trying to get used to her giving me pleasure as I slowly got erect, my butt slightly clenching as she went.

"Do I spit on this?" she asked not long after, having begun to feel like some assisted handjob rather than anything. My cock was already hard enough, but that looked a little too lewd for my taste, so I decided to take it even further.

"Slowly wrap your lips around it," I told her instead. I coached her as she leaned forward. Kissing the tip of my cock before pushing herself forward, her lips parting around my tip and tongue sliding under it. It looked a little awkward at first as she kept waiting on me. I just told her to start. Though I left "start" on a vague note, Yujin began to bob up and down slowly. And with her tongue placed right under my supposed sensitive spot, I suddenly twitched inside her mouth. She just giggled and stopped before continuing, and now she knew where to hit.

There wasn't much to be done after that. Yujin just softly bobbed her head with my cock on her mouth. Beginning to suck as she got a little deeper, yet I kept telling her to do it as far she felt comfortable. Comfortable, however, rhymes with daring in Yujin's mind, going deeper and pressing her tongue against my cock as she did. After trying to control myself and not react quickly to the way she slid and wrapped me. I couldn't hold it anymore and let out a moan. I sat back as I felt my world shaking under a virgin's mouth.

That only told her to go faster, maybe a little too fast. She didn't know she was bringing me into an orgasm I didn't want.

"Don't you want to save me for later?" I quipped as I laid my hand on Yujin's shoulders. She took me out of her mouth, and after wiping her lips, replied.

"Oh, sorry, I was almost carried away," and after taking a look at my slobbered member, asked, "That felt pretty good, didn't it?"

I just scoffed and nodded. Yujin smirked and got a bit bashful. To be fair, it isn't the norm to compliment anyone for giving amazing blowjobs the very first try.

"You have a condom, right?" she then asked me. I just pointed to my pocket. A little bit of rummaging in the slots, she pulled out the sachet and tore it twice. Had she bit down a bit harder, the whole plastic would've been ripped, and we'd have to walk the wire. Giving my cock one last lick of her tongue for, in her words, "insurance."

"This feels so weird," Yujin said as she slowly rolled it down my cock, "Do you even feel anything under this?" she asked. I just shrugged.

She paused as my cock stood, covered, ready to penetrate her. Haywire, that's what our minds were. I'm going to have sex with Ahn Yujin, and she's going to let me into her. My thought process was just scrambling and going code red as she led me to the bed. I reached for the switches and left only the bed lights, bathing us in a golden shower of light, looking to the side to see our shadow, man atop woman. As I planted my knees, she opened her legs and pulled me towards her. Both of us looked down as I brought my cock closer.

It was so quiet we could hear each other breathe. The silence only broke as Yujin gave me a warning.

"Be careful."

I just nodded, oddly solemn, like I was going down to a dark basement and had to run back without my candle going out. After all, Yujin asked me to penetrate her now; there's no more excellent comparison to being led into the dark.

I placed the tip of my cock against her folds. It was a warm, slippery opening, folds parting, and I pushed inside in an instant, barely able to feel anything. Yujin whimpered, and I pulled back. She nodded as I gave her a look. I felt the plastic on my tip get moist as I pushed myself against and back inside her. Inch by inch, I broke into her, feeling the choking, mind-numbing warmth and pleasure that I couldn't help but let out a moan as I stopped.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Just keep going," Yujin ordered me. Moving slowly enough but not from inserting my entire shaft and probably undoing everything. She also began to moan as soon as I did, though pained as her walls were parted. I kept it to that pace, trying to control myself from going ultimately ape as I let her become comfortable. As she did, I bent down and let that paceMy hips had a mind of their own while her hands moved from around me, coming right to my shoulders and pulling me close. My face was right against her shoulder, hiding my lip bite, as our brains were barely struggling to keep up with our sensuality.

There was nothing more but the sound of sex after that. Yujin's moans slowly converted from pain into pleasure. She loosened up from under me and got wetter as I slowly continued. Even if I had plastic over my cock she was just so wet I could feel her through it. Her hands slid down as if to tell me to go deeper, and not long after, I was moaning too. Having had to close my eyes to take it all in.

"Ah, fuck, that feels so good," Yujin said, biting her lip as I thrust into her. She was getting the hang of it. She looked at me and probably expected a reply as she could read the pleasure on my face. I just had to conjure something.

I just smiled and thrust deep as I could. Yujin broke her gaze, moaned, and threw her head back. I kissed her on the neck as she presented it. Coupling that with deep thrusts had her shaking right under me, pulling, sucking me closer into her. I wish she gave a warning next time; that felt too fucking good. Then I thought of something, thinking I only had a minute left in me. Giving her neck one last kiss, I straightened my back and put my weight on my legs, looking down to see my member thrusting in and out of her. For a second, I thought I saw a smidge of blood on the condom, so she wasn't lying after all. However, we were past that now as her body and face shifted, mired and tangled in the welcoming, intoxicating embrace of sex.

"You wanna switch?" I whispered, just nodded, and I pulled out.

Yujin slipped a finger between her legs to see how wet she'd become. Rubbing her fingers as she was, for lack of a better word, shocked by her sticky fluids.

"I guess this is why it feels good, huh?"

"Yep, we have to keep going so it'd feel better, come on," I told her as she turned around and bent over. For a moment, I remembered how she always made most jeans look skinny, even when they weren't meant to be. That ass right before me is why. I caressed and felt it for how thick it was while Yujin grabbed a pillow, then discarding it as I coached her into the "perfect" position.

Hands firm on the bed, back slightly bent down, and legs comfortably wide apart, I lined up into Yujin. With her pussy giving itself away, I pushed myself back inside. I wasn't one to wait as I did, grabbing her hips as she gasped and began and thrusting slightly faster than earlier. I was more confident that I wouldn't bust. Though that was quickly disproved when I felt a single twitch shoot up electricity and feel my fingers digging into her skin, and like an idiot, thrust and twitched again, now moaning in unison with her.

Yujin turned to look at me as I slowly settled into a rhythm. Both of us gave mischievous looks as I kept fucking her, having to turn away and moan into a pillow as she got used to the sensation. The thing is, even when she was loose, she never lost her tightness. She was painfully tight but kept me coming back for more. The perfect ounce of flesh enrapturing me yet barely keeping me from losing myself. I felt like I couldn't go any faster without cumming myself, but I wanted her to feel good. And from the from the moaning, shaking, moaning, dripping mess that I was penetrating. I have more than succeeded.

Plopping face-down on the bed, hands clinging onto the sheets to it as her body pistoned against me. Yujin must've just kept her eyes on me the entire time, just watching and, when she wasn't, feeling me inside her. Though whenever our eyes met, she was smiling or smirking at me oddly, like I was some maniac. She spoke up not long after.

"You're having quite a time, aren't you?"

"Because I'm fucking you," I managed to say between breaths. Around five more thrusts later. I stopped, tugged on Yujin's arm, and told her to come up to me. Yujin processed it for around five seconds before I got a better word, "put your back up to me," and she did. I was just trying to follow something I vaguely remember. Once she did, I slipped my arms up against her tits and pulled her close to me. Her hands then unexpectedly found themselves on my neck and wrist as I began to thrust again. It was a lot more awkward without any kissing, but she held on still.

Now we didn't just feel each other. Now we could hear every last sound of ourselves. A carnal chorus; Though like every other one, never lasts enough to leave one fully satisfied.

I lasted just shy of half a minute before our hands got tired, and the position got a little harder to maintain by the millisecond. I stopped when I couldn't go anymore. And amidst huffing breaths, I asked.

"You wanna ride me?" I asked. Yujin, also catching her breath, nodded. I pulled out of her and sat back. Not only was there a sheen of her fluids on my cock, but a faint sheen of sweat on my forehead, wiping it with my wrist as I lay down. I was spent by that point.

Yujin then straddled me, with the light illuminating the inside of her thigh, which was dripping wet as it got closer to her crotch. She didn't need to be told as her palm put itself just below my tummy, the other hand guiding my cock towards her. As she put me back inside, her eyes went wide, then shut and exhaled, moaning as she sat down and filled herself with my entire cock—something I hadn't done. My breath shook in unison, and fingers fumbled to hold on to something as she began to move on top of me.

"We should've done this earlier," she said, beginning to bounce on me sloppily. Arms to the side, giving me the freedom to put my hand on her hips and the other to squeeze her tits. She was moaning far louder now, but I couldn't blame her as I was stifling myself too. My cock was just sliding perfectly against her, and she had some magic that was slowly making me lose it.

We were watching one another as she continued to fuck me, her hand sliding through her hair as it began to mess itself up. There was a problem as Yujin was going too fast for me, finding myself far more challenging to control. I told her to slow down as I sat up, with her surprised a bit as her hands wrapped around my shoulders. At that moment, I twitched inside her. It was soon game over for me.

"Did you cum?" Yujin asked.

"Soon," I replied. Now it was a question of whether or not Yujin would cum again, but I knew I was due soon. Feeling that tightening pit in my lower regions that were only subject to a single flick to spill.

"Just go slower, let's not fuck this up," I told her as I dove down, her leaning back so I could get to her nipples. As she began to roll her hips again, I was far more aggressive with my tongue on her nipple, bringing up and squeezing her tit with my hand and hoping I could last long enough. That was despite already outlasting my earlier guesses. It was ironic that I didn't want her to fuck it up but keep fucking me still.

Quickly changing tactics as I put her up straight again, now just kissing Yujin's neck as she rolled her hips slowly against mine. Knowing my ear was just next to her, I could hear her whisper one thing as she discreetly, then dramatically. While her entirety, her soul shook, she whispered; I think I'm cumming.

I held her closer and kissed her neck deeper as she wrapped her hand around my nape, tugged me closer, and sang me her sensual swansong. Just when we thought we had control over our young bodies. I pulled away a bit and filled my lungs with air as I was soon to empty myself. It was just enough to glimpse Yujin's face as she looked down and brushed her hair. She gave me that shy look as if she felt bad that I was under her mercy. I took my chances and went for her neck. Just resuming the same thing we had done a moment ago,

The way Yujin and I slowly slipped away and was just driving her hips and pressing her chest against mine on the mere instinct of a creeping orgasm, knowing I was to go down with her. Her walls tightened as her movements became more pronounced. I swore I could feel juices dripping down my balls as she used me to reach cloud nine again. Even I let out a moan as we both shook, slowly unraveling myself as she reached her peak.

After an unintelligible whisper, Yujin's body froze, and her fingers dug into me, her jaw probably unhinged itself as she let out a moan that was all pleasure, relief, and a tinge of pain at once. As she did, I followed too. Shutting my eyes, seeing white as I got seared in her heat, jaw silently dropping as the proper shocks shot down into my cock. Shaking and almost biting into her neck as I stiffened and twitched violently, squeezing her tits as I shot thick spurt after spurt of sperm into the condom as she rode against it, giving me, until that point, the hardest orgasm of my life. She was pulsating a bit as she came down from her orgasm, only forcing every last drop out of me. It was a short moment, not more than a minute, as neither she nor I were there. Both of us ended up shocked, revived, exasperated, and exhausted at once.

We were just in an embrace after the fact. Perched on each other's shoulders as we huffed and puffed. Speechless. I couldn't feel much of my lower regions as our libido withered away. Of course, as a result of our shared orgasm, that'd make nuclear fission blush. I wouldn't expect a second go at it.

Neither of us made a peep as Yujin got off me. Her juices trickled off her the moment she pulled herself out. That was when we broke. She was genuinely shocked she could've gotten that wet, even more so with the filled condom that it left behind. I knew I shot a lot, but not by that much. I volunteered to take it off myself as I moved to the edge of the bed, pulling it off in a wet snap. The blood I thought I'd seen earlier was almost overrun with the rest of her juices.

"Damn, I'm gonna remember the last ten minutes for a long time," I told her as I held it up. Yujin became bashful as she couldn't think; during her first time, she'd fuck the guy probably a bit too hard. It was more erotic for me.

Being the humans we were, and knowing Yujin and I both cleaned and dressed up, and left the room to get food. We just decided to change the bedsheets after we'd eaten, as it was stained with us. As I turned to lock on the sliding door, I just remembered that we were supposed to eat, but instead, we had sex—what a night.

"That wasn't too painful, wasn't it?" I asked Yujin as I came alongside her. She just shook her head and turned to look at me, shyly smiling.

"I'd rather have you do it again," she answered.

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