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fatuismooches · 8 months

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Hello! If your requests are open, may I request Akademiya Dottore and Reader where the reader helped design his hair? Like, cut his hair and get him to have the curtain bangs and mullet he has now? I apologize if this is confusing.

Being Zandik’s lover in the Akademiya also meant being a dutiful roommate and his part-time caretaker, because if it weren’t for you, there would be many more occurrences where he skipped meals and lost dozens of hours of sleep. Let’s just say, you were a very persistent person when it came to your boyfriend’s health.

At the very least, he did keep himself presentable. But once he came to terms that you were genuinely trying to help, he left the buying of products like lotion, soap, and shampoo to you, so he wouldn’t have to leave the dorm to purchase such items. This was actually a good thing because you could make him smell however you wanted! Though you don’t want to think about the time you found out he used a 9 in 1 shampoo. (It was banned from the dorm immediately.)

One of the other things you did for Zandik was cutting his hair. Many of his haircuts were done by you, he found it convenient since he could continue to read while you snipped-snipped his locks away. You normally kept it short, so it wouldn’t get in the way of whatever illegal or legal things he wanted to do. But this time, you wondered how long his hair could grow if you didn’t intervene.

And oh, did it grow.

His blue hair was now a little bit past his shoulders, fluffy and curly thanks to your brushing. (The first few times, he had chased you away, but gave in when he found out he liked the feeling of his hair being combed.) Zandik didn’t bother questioning why you let his hair reach this length, he didn’t care much about his appearance unless it was bothering him personally. Until now.

“[Name], give me a haircut,” Zandik’s annoyed voice broke the silence of the room, his notes lying abandoned on the desk as he gave you a vexed look, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. You giggled, pushing away your homework that was definitely due the next day in favor of your lover.

“Oh? You’re not enjoying the long hair anymore?”

“It’s grown to be inconvenient,” he muttered. “It’s so long, sometimes blood gets matted in it.” You had to hold back a snicker at that complaint. As to why Zandik simply didn’t tie it up, well, for some reason, he doesn’t like doing that. Oh, but you do wonder how he managed to get blood in his hair. Usually, he’s more careful than that with his subjects. Guess it was indeed time for a haircut. “And these bangs, they get in the way of my eyes. It’s hindering my research,” he huffed.

“Alright, alright, I’ll cut it,” you chuckled. You just wished you had some sort of device that could capture his current look forever. It was just so adorable to see Zandik with a mop of fluffy long hair.

After you had set up the area with a towel and a mirror, you got your scissors and comb ready (unfortunately Tevyat didn’t have any better tools.) Zandik already had his attention placed on a hefty ancient book, and you began to move the scissors to a tuff of hair.

Snip. The fluff ball flew down to the floor. And that was when you paused. All of this hair was really going to be gone soon. Which was a shame, considering it was really growing on you. But then an idea popped into your head.

“Hey Zandik,” you said, propping your arms on his shoulders, “What if I gave you a different haircut?” A few seconds of silence passed and you couldn’t contain a grin as Zandik’s red eyes flicked up from his book to stare at you through the mirror you had placed in front of you two.

“Is this why you didn’t bother cutting my hair for so long? I don’t recall being asked to be part of your little experiment.”

“Well, it’s not like you were that much of an unwilling participant. If you truly hated it, you would have made me cut it a long time ago, no?” Zandik scoffed and you took it as a sign it wasn’t a flat-out no.

“Come on! You’ve had that same haircut for years, it’s time to spice things up a bit,” you insisted. “It’ll look so good, promise,” you pouted, going as far as to press your cheek against his scowling face. He let out a sigh but you already knew he was going to agree. It’s the intuition you got from years of dealing with him.

“Fine. Do as you like,” he grumbled, giving you authority over the direction his hair would be now, as he returned his attention to the book. “As long as it is something decent.” You silently cheered.

You had a faint vision of what you wanted, but you had to be cautious of the snip-snipping. Maybe you should start with the bangs first. Instead of the hair falling on his forehead, you wanted to clear that area and make two long bangs to the side of his face instead. Convenient, Zandik’s favorite, and pretty too, your favorite! And so you got to work, clipping and cutting around. But it seemed like your human experiment was more interested than you gave him credit for.

“What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Zandik let out a discontented noise but allowed you to proceed. You found it amusing how his eyes were flickering up to you every now and then to assess your progress. And soon enough, you had done it! Two long, blue locks of hair now bordered your boyfriend’s face, parted from the middle of his forehead. Even Zandik seemed to be satisfied with your work.

But still… it felt like there was something missing. It needed a little something else, to make it a bit unique. Perhaps if you just changed the length of one… you brought the scissors closer to snip off a piece of hair before a hand suddenly grabbed yours.

“Is it not fine this way?” Of course now he has to intervene.

“Well, it is, but… I just think it’ll look better if I just cut one a little bit.”

“I’ve never seen anyone with two differing lengths of bangs,” he frowned. “I remember asking you to present to me a decent haircut, not an outlandish one.”

“That’s because you barely go anywhere besides the dorm, Akademiya, or deep in the forest and desert,” you refuted. “It’s very stylish nowadays!” He didn’t seem much persuaded. “I’ve been cutting your hair for this long, I know what I’m doing, Zandik!”

“You’ve been doing the same haircut for years, I don’t see how that equates to knowledge or experience with other haircuts, [Name],” he rolled his eyes at you. Harmless bickering like this was normal during your Akademiya days.

“Alright, if it looks bad, I will give myself the same uneven cut. Then we’ll be even,” you whined, practically begging for him to give in. “This is very important to your long-time partner, Zandik!” You had a vision and it must be realized!

Before Zandik could let another insult roll off his tongue you made sure to throw your arms around him dramatically and bury your face in his neck, whining out another ‘please’. He stiffened at the sudden contact and you could feel the heat slowly emitting from his body, before he quickly announced his permission.

“Fine then, get on with it idiot.” He could not meet your eyes, but through the mirror, you could see his very slightly flustered face. He still had a hard time accepting physical affection without giving you a few choice words.

“I will!” With no hesitation, you snipped one of his bangs, and now, one curl of hair hovered over his shoulder while the other rested comfortably on his upper chest. And it looked… really good.

“I told you, Zandik. You need to listen to your assistant more often,” you puffed your chest out proudly. Indeed, you didn’t know much about hair, but he didn’t need to know that, and you turned out to be right anyway!

“It’s passable at best,” he remarked, but you had already translated his sour words to that of regular language: it meant that he liked it. Hopefully, now that he’d seen your expertise, the rest of the haircut would go smoothly.

Only that it was the opposite.

“I don’t like how that looks.”

“I’m just parting your hair…”

“Part it the other way.”

“I thought you didn’t care about this,” you heartily laughed and complied with his demands. “You seem more interested in this than me.” Seeing the mad scholar so into what hairstyle he was getting was rather amusing.

“I’m only doing this because I cannot afford for you to mess up, since you want to be so complicated with mere hair. And I don’t need the other scholars talking about me more than they already do.” Zandik wasn’t even trying to fake his keen attention now, the book long discarded on the table. Ah, you did love doing such domestic things with your murderous boyfriend.

It was hard to shave the side of his head, but with your boyfriend’s guidance (who was honestly better with scissors than you for… obvious reasons) you managed to get that part done. And at last, came the hair to the back of his head, which you shaped up easily. The locks of hair rested at the back of his neck and tickled his shoulders. It was long, just as you liked it, but not too long that it would be annoying. And so the haircut was done, with lots of blue locks now lying on the floor surrounding you. Zandik looked like a very different person now, more mature, you think.

“Well, how do you like it? I did quite well, I know,” you hummed running your fingers through his newly formatted locks.

“It’s adequate,” he replied dryly. But it seems like your content smile and gentle hands on him brought out something a bit nicer. “Not bad, indeed.”

“I’m glad you like it, love,” you pecked his forehead before you pulled away, stretching out your body. You didn’t realize how sore you were from all of that until after it was done. And now your body was crying to just collapse in the soft bed and go to sleep. Oh, your homework? Eh… your homework could wait for the morning. You’d just let Zandik do it for you. Speaking of Zandik… it looks like he was already preparing to start getting back into his research and notes again.

“Zandik, I know you’re not thinking of going back to work now,” you sighed. “You’ve been sitting down for hours.” He simply shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“It doesn’t bother me. And I’m busy. During our last expedition, I discovered that…” Out of nowhere, he began to go off into a tangent about something he learned, which you still listened to, because you did enjoy his mini-lectures, but the new haircut especially made him look extra alluring. It was really a good look on him… and now his voice was making you want to fall asleep even more.

“Mhm, that seems quite interesting… but you’ve been pulling all-nighters this whole week. I didn’t forget how you fell asleep in the middle of dismantling a Ruin Drake during that same expedition,” you smiled, a little bit threateningly.

“It was only for a few minutes-”

“And also,” you interrupted. “I do not want to be woken up in the middle of the night during one of your loud eureka moments again, Zandik,” you stated firmly, “Especially not after I just broke my back standing up for so long. Bed. Now. And I will hold your arm hostage if you don’t come.” Normally there would be a long back and forth between the two of you, but it seemed that even Zandik lacked the normal energy to keep up the banter.

And so with enough pulling and tugging, the two of you landed in the bed with utter darkness around. Should you have cleaned up the tufts of hair lying on the towel you placed? Yes, but cuddles and sleep came first. And for someone who moaned and whined about getting into bed with you, after years of being together, Zandik was awfully touchy when it came down to it (in a discreet way, which wasn’t very discreet though.)

Speaking of indiscreetness, your mind was brought to a certain someone who seemed to gain some interest in Zandik a while ago. “Say, Zandik, you should let me know if Sohreh has something nice to say about your new hairstyle,” you teased. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” Zandik let out an immediate groan of annoyance.

“Don’t get me started on that girl,” he clicked his tongue in irritation. “I don’t know how much longer I can handle her.” You thought the whole situation was funny, Zandik thought it was horribly annoying.

“Aww, don’t say that… I’m sure she’ll leave you be eventually,” you giggled, tightening your arms around him while your lover just hmph-ed in response.

“Weren’t you the one who wanted to sleep? Cease this nonsense and rest already.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m doing that now, Mr. Popular,” you rolled your eyes mockingly. “Good night, Zandik,” your tone turned softer at that last statement, as you pressed a kiss to his chest before fluttering your eyes shut.

“Yes, good night, [Name],” the scientist returned the farewell in an unusually soft tone as well, only after you were fast asleep though.

The two lovers had a rather restful sleep that night.

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inkblot22 · 3 months

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The Infection I Don't Want

I don't have any words. Don't look at me. In all seriousness, I definitely love the savior trope. I tried to give it a cute little twist. Idia feels funny in this one too. Also sorry if the formatting is weird. I write these in Docs and then I transfer them to tumblr and for some reason in this fic's document I used Amatic SC and I have bad vision to begin with. No clue why I love torturing myself. Dividers by @/cafekitsune. This fic gets a little heavy. If you start feeling unwell, stop reading. I won't take it personal, promise.

This fic is aimed towards afab readers, but uses they/them pronouns. Mentions of periods and wombs. I may have been a bit less impersonal with this one, but the reader doesn't go on my weird love rant that I have in my self-insert Idia fic so there is that.

This fic is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. TW for mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, DIY abortion which could also be read as miscarriage, I guess, abortion, Idia is incredibly mean in this and possibly OOC, Ortho being unintentionally creepy, parasites, sort of misogyny relating to periods, shock collars, electric shocks, captivity, implied forced marriage, implied forced medical procedures. PSA: don't try anything the reader does in this fic. It's an excellent way to get sepsis, and you don't want that, I promise.

Part 5 of the Pants on Fire series.

You don’t want to admit it, but a bit too much has changed about you. In the past few weeks, you’ve noticed plenty of things, but the largest and most blaring was that your period never came. Before when you would have it, Idia would sulk and pout, acting like you were bleeding on purpose, throwing a heating pad and a blanket and a pillow and the necessary products at you so you’d be comfortable in your distress. He kept talking about figuring out some technology to rid you of that pesky trait, and you really can’t think of anyone who likes having a period, so if he had, you wouldn’t have fought him on it,

It’s too late for that now. For the last few days, you’ve been waking up early and vomiting. The smell of Idia’s favorite noodles makes it worse. Your poor tummy is constantly roiling, and you can hardly keep anything down. Ortho has been staring at you incessantly. You think he’s being annoying, really, and Idia’s been getting on your last nerves as well.

Today, you woke up, vomited, and just sat in the bathroom for a moment, coming to terms with the fact that you could very well be pregnant. You feel conflicted. On one hand, you don’t want to talk or think about this. You’re stressed enough as it is. On the other hand, you absolutely don’t want this. You don’t want this creature in your stomach. You know it's there. You can’t feel it, but how often can you feel something before everything goes absolutely wrong? You can’t.

But it’s unimportant. A knock comes at the door and you scramble to your feet, flushing the toilet and rinsing out your mouth before opening the door. It’s Idia. He gives you a look and starts stripping, turning on the shower and handing you a hair tie.

“You look sick. What’s wrong with you?”

“O-oh, I… I don’t know. I feel fine.” You’re not sure how to tell him, so you lie. Maybe you won’t have to tell him. You pull his hair into a bun and he hops into the shower.

You stand there for a moment and he peeks his head around the door at you, “What are you doing? You want to join me?”

“Huh? Oh, no. Just thinking.”

“Go see if Ortho can get you some aspirin or something so you can start acting normal again.” He mutters.

You leave. It’s fine. Idia’s dorm room is always cold. He keeps it like that on purpose. If you’re cold and he doesn’t provide much more than these stupid skimpy pajama sets that are cute but are also thin, so you’re more likely to cuddle up to him or wear his hoodies. At least he has good taste in that.

You don’t really feel like undertaking the task of looking through his closet, so you take a seat in Idia’s gaming chair, which is still warm from him sitting in it, and sigh, laying a hand over your belly. He said that Ortho was here, but he must be out getting breakfast, since you didn’t immediately hear his high voice shrilling in your ears, “Good morning!”

You like Ortho just fine. He’s not your ally, but being around him is better than being around Idia. You wished he’d been gone for longer. You sigh and your head begins to hurt, “Hi, Ortho.”

He giggles a little and puts down the takeout bag, smiling as he turns back to face you. And then he just stares, chartruse eyes boring into you.

“Ortho, is there a problem?” You can’t hold your tongue about this any longer. You have a headache and honestly you just want to take a fat nap and let the world, small as it has become for you, deal with itself.

Before he can respond, Idia strolls out of the bathroom, lazily greeting Ortho, “Hey, Ortho.”

“Hello!” His voice is just so grating. You want to throw something.

“Mmm.” Idia glances at you, walking over and nudging your shoulder with the back of his hand, like he’s shooing an animal, “Go lay down.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you ask Ortho for-”

“Would you stop interrupting me?” You snarl, turning to look at him.

He stiffens ever so slightly, then hunches down and digs through the takeout bag Ortho brought in, “Are you acting like this because you’re on your period?”

“Did you really just ask me-”

This time, it’s Ortho, not Idia, who interrupts you, “Oh, they won’t be having a period for a while.”

Idia freezes. You freeze. Ortho goes back to what he was doing, humming as he makes the bed. Idia turns to narrow his eyes at you, his eyes sliding down to look at your midsection and feet, and his eyes roll back into his head and he’s hitting the ground. Maybe if you cared more about him, you’d check to make sure that he was fine, but as it is now, you don’t really have the energy or wherewithal to do so. You rush into the bathroom and cower near the toilet, like there’s a tornado or something outside. You’re distressed.

He doesn’t know it, but Ortho just vocalized the actualization of all your fears, the culmination of your meager existent, all rolled up into this… this parasite in your stomach. You swallow your incoming hysteria and make a decision. You’re going to get up. You’re going to get a change of clothes. You’re going to take a shower. And you’ll be fine. You’ll figure this out. You always have before. You’ll do it again.

When you exit the bathroom, Ortho is blowing air into Idia’s pallid face, and Idia is groaning. You ignore the pair and go to the closet. You grab a change of clothes, the rabbit-themed set of pajamas, you walk into the bathroom, you turn on the water. About as soon as the stream hits your back, you’re screaming. Sobs break from your chest like a hammer going into ice, smashing its way out despite every effort you make to keep it together. You’ve barely got the peace of mind to quickly wash yourself, and when you exit- the water is cold, too cold for comfort- you dry. You feel twitchy, after crying so hard. You tug on the spaghetti strap shirt, the bunny face stretching against your skin, and then you’re staring at the hanger.

You remember reading something, a long, long time ago. You were far too young to be reading this type of thing, the gorier parts of feminism and women’s rights, but… you remember a passage. The wire twists apart easily as you remember the story. A woman, desperate to be rid of the parasitic growth in her womb, just as desperate as you are now, used a wire coat hanger to remove it. It’s been so long that you can’t remember how it ended for her, but you remember the rest very clearly. The bent end, no longer crooked after you bent it, slips into your opening so easily. You can barely feel it. then the door opens, you freeze, and you hear Ortho scream.

“Idia!” He yells, and there are footsteps and a moment of silence.

You look up at Idia’s honey-colored eyes that are glued to the wire hanger sticking out of your body, see the way both of the Shroud boys are looking at your current unfinished action, see the slow spread of crimson into Idia’s long hair, starting at the tips and spreading like, well, like fire, to the roots. There’s that familiar three-tap warning, and then you drop the hanger, clutching at the collar as the strongest shock you’ve ever felt hits you like a truck. It’s worse than the time you didn’t want to hang out with him, worse than the times you’d stray too close to the door. It forces you to your knees, sets your body into convulsions that shake the twisted hanger out of you, makes you foam at the mouth.

Somewhere under your anguish, you think you hear Ortho robotically say, “BPM reaching critical levels.”

The current stops and your body stops convulsing, relaxing so hard that your world, small as it has become, goes black. When you awake, you’re reliving a distant memory: you’re bound, hands and ankles, on the bed. You’re dressed again, one of Idia’s hoodies draped over you like a blanket, and Idia is just staring at you, holding your collar. He looks pissed, but his hair isn’t red, at least. He’s noticed you’re awake, but he’s not saying anything. He turns slightly in his gaming chair and throws the strap of leather on his desk, the wiring fried. There are holes burnt into the leather, and Idia stares at it blankly before he starts typing away on his tablet, his own voice coming through the device.

It sounds about as burnt out as the shock collar looks, “I bet you feel pretty bad, huh?”

You don’t dignify that with a response. It doesn’t matter to him, since his fingers fly as he keeps typing away.

“You’re a fucking moron. Only someone stupid would try to-” He doesn’t finish the sentence and hits the desk, standing up and pacing. You can’t see him, but you can hear him panting.

You try to de-escalate, sort of. The shock collar isn’t around your neck anymore, but you really don’t need him to work himself up again, “The word is ‘desperate.’ I don’t want… I don’t want this. This thing growing inside of me, I don’t-”

“You’re not the only one with a parasite.” His voice is quiet but seething. It breathily cuts through the air like a knife, aiming for your soft parts, “You just have the privilege of being able to get rid of yours comfortably.”

“Really? So you putting this thing in me isn’t as bad as I think it is?”

He paces back into view and you notice something missing. Someone missing. You lift your head a bit to look around and Idia takes a heavy seat at his desk again. This state is rare. It takes him a while to relax when he gets like this, but you’ve only seen it aimed at others, like that time his account got temporarily banned because one of his party members was hacking. At least that had an easy solution for him- you’ve never seen him grin as much as when he had the poor guy swatted and watched through the CCTV cameras around the poor fool's house.

“We’re going home. I’ll fix your little problem twofold, since I’m the only competent one between the two of us.” He types out, his recorded voice not lagging once.

“What? And what do you mean you have a parasite?”

He doesn’t look at you, but you think you see him wipe his cheek with his sleeve, typing with only one hand, “Ortho is gonna come back with some burn cream. I lost my temper and you got hurt. Not that you didn’t deserve it.”

“I didn’t deserve any of this. I asked you if you had a condom.”

He doesn’t respond to that statement, instead typing, “I don’t love you. You know that, right? Love is for the idealistic masses, those who aren’t capable of keeping their feet on the ground. You’re just someone who has taken up a space in my mind. So the solution to yours won’t be permanent. Seven knows my parents will be getting on my case about providing them an heir eventually.”

“So I’m just here for eventual marriage security?”

Idia doesn’t respond. Ortho strolls in, placing a tube on Idia’s desk and goes out of your line of sight, seemingly to tidy or something. You don’t really care. He’s not your ally. He’s never been.

Idia sighs, then goes back to working on something on his desk. You don’t know how much time passes, but he loops it around your throat and unties you. It’s sitting a bit lower on your neck, just against your collarbones. There’s a three-tap warning, but no shock afterward. Just the flat look on Idia’s face.

“I should start calling you ‘baby’, kitten. It’d be so much easier for you to understand your position.”

“That’s not funny.” You say, “I never asked you to bring me here.”

Idia shrugs, “Well, I don’t think of you as a pet. With the way you act, you might as well be a pest.” He grins, sharp teeth on display, “Maybe I should put out some glue traps… or start dosing you with raw garlic and ivermectin.”

He starts laughing, and you feel your eyes well with tears. You tell yourself it's the pregnancy hormones. Idia laughs harder at your expression.

“Aw, kitten, I’m just teasing. Come sit with me.”

“But I-” That three-tap warning from your new collar cuts you off. You stand up and start walking the two steps between the bed and Idia’s desk. When you reach your hands towards the collar, it zaps you. It’s quick and not too painful, but it gets you moving towards Idia. When you take a seat on his lap, he leans to bury his nose in your hair, a thrilled noise escaping him. He drops the burn cream in your lap.

He just watches you as you unscrew the lid and reach for your neck. There’s a three-tap warning again- bzz bzz bzz- but you ignore it. The second your fingers barely graze your throat with the cream, you get zapped, short and swift, but uncomfortable enough. You drop your hand and it goes away. When you look up at Idia, he takes the cream from your other hand and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to click into one of his many tabs for some anime streaming site.

“Good. It works.” Is all he says.

As he dabs the cream onto the electrical burns on your neck, you have to blink away the despair again. It’s settled over you like a blanket, eaten holey by moths and worms. Every move you make is accompanied by tentative fear, a worry that Idia will do something awful if you do certain things. You never once considered it would go this far, though. Ortho drops something onto Idia’s bed, a hefty-looking luggage set, and Idia pays him no mind as he tucks away some clothes. You don’t want to admit it, but you don’t want to be around any more people under Idia’s thumb, whether they know it or not.

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the5n00k · 7 months

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Ollie Chen and the Concept of Identity and Self Worth

Not as long as the other analyses so I won't cut it this time

Quite a few people have boiled down this character's entire arc to prejudice and unlearning taught behaviors but I refuse to believe that is all there is to this character. Especially after one of his biggest episodes came After his redemption arc and explored his insecurities. Which is where I come in and lay them out for you in a long, convoluted, half asleep essay detailing what makes this character so interesting and personally relatable to myself! (Sadly)

Ollie is a good kid. He was raised to believe and build his entire personality and life off of the idea that he is the good guy and ghosts are the bad guys. He's disappointed in himself when he thinks he's failed the "greater good" of Brighton by losing the story sprite in Book Marks the Sprite. It's not hard to see he has a major hero complex and believes that if he's not saving the day himself, he's disappointing everyone. It's not ever spoken but it could be a product of his father.

Ruben Chen is ALSO very goal oriented and on a one track mission to rid the world of ghosts with more passion than his other family members. He's the one that single handedly convinced the entire family that ghosts are bad because of a traumatic experience. By failing to capture a ghost, Ollie is failing his dad. Everyone at some point in their lives has wanted to make their parents (or somebody they look up to) proud. And it's devastating to him to believe that he doesn't. He reminds me of Varian from Tangled the Series in that aspect, trying to make his father proud and putting on a persona when he's just a scared little kid. (Another character I was skeptical about joining the main cast of characters I was familiar with only to fall madly in love with his character arc)

Another thing he's built his life around is the title "research specialist". He's the so-called "expert" on ghosts according to the GCC metube introductory video. So during A Frightmare on Main Street, when Molly, the first person he bonded with in this new town, the first person he told about their ghost hunting, his CRUSH, tells him he knows NOTHING about real ghosts?

He is DEVASTATED.

His whole life, his title, crumbled in an evening. Faced with the reality that he had been misinformed since birth and that him and his family are the REAL bad guys. He denies it, (multiple times before this too, so much so that Molly was so fed up, she finally said what she had been feeling about his family's ideology for MONTHS) obviously that is one difficult truth to just suddenly accept. But he eventually comes to terms with it. Happy ending, right? He's not a bad guy anymore! Well...

Here's where the self worth comes in. If he's not a ghost hunter and isn't part of a team doing good anymore, who is he? He was the research specialist, he had a mildly successful metube channel with his family (who still hunt ghosts btw!), if he's not useful to them, what's his purpose?

They don't really explore this aspect very much aside from visually showing it to the audience in the episode The Unhaunting of Brighton Video. He's seen not quite keeping up with the rest of his new group, The Ghost Friends. He's awkward, out of sync, doesn't understand their inside jokes, he's almost completely excluded for the first part of the episode. Scratch even voted against him joining the group to begin with. (Apparently Libby voted for him with Molly, I wish we could have seen that exchange and dramatic gasp of betrayal from Scratch) It doesn't help that the ghost is yelling at him for most of the episode for being a screw up despite being a screw up himself.

Honestly Ollie and Scratch have more in common than you'd think in terms of reinventing yourself and being afraid of your past but that's a post for another day.

The next episode I get this read from is Let's Play Turnipball. In it, Ollie plays a very convoluted and confusing local game along with Molly's coaching. And right away you can tell he is Not confident and that she is totally overselling him. He knows he's going to let everyone down because he can't remember any of the stupid rules. He tries his best and for the most part is successful until he loses them the game by accident. (While Perfektborg is actively trying to lose, hope Molly didn't tell him that) He kicks, curses the game, and walks away to go mope about his loss. He just wanted to prove himself in this new town he's still unfamiliar with. He wanted to be useful otherwise he would have just told Molly he didn't want to play anymore. But he didn't want to let anyone down.

But then, the entire town embraces him in a celebration!

He's... confused. But excited! And accepts the town's appreciation. It was so nice to finally see him get a dub for once.

My conclusion for this? Ollie was raised misinformed and misled for his entire life, yes. But that affected him beyond his anti-ghost agenda. He became reliant on being the hero (A Frightmare on Main Street) and stubborn in his beliefs, believing everyone else wrong. He's TERRIFIED for most of the season because of this, by far the jumpiest member of the ghost friends. He's traumatized by horror stories and insurmountable expectations of saving the world from a supernatural threat that isn't even there. Unless you count the frightmares in which case, yeah, sure, I'll give you that. So when all of that was ripped away from him and turned on its head, his entire self image SHATTERED.

I almost wish we had an episode to explore that but it doesn't seem like we'll get that. But this scared, confused boy is finally coming to terms with the fact that he doesn't have to be The Ghost Hunter or Molly's Hero to be useful. Heck, he doesn't even need to have Molly to be in the show. (UNLIKE SOME LOVE INTERESTS COUGH COUGH WENDY COUGH COUGH WASTED POTENTIAL)

He's becoming his own person outside of The Ghost Chaser Chens. And I'm excited to see how they'll react when they find out.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm season 2 #ollie chen #tell me this makes sense #im half alive at work at the end of my shift #i just really wanna put it out there how good Ollie is as a character #and that his arc goes beyond him liking ghosts #he's not boring or basic to me #but it's fair if you like the other characters a bit more #i relate to him a lot in terms of overcompensating to attone for the sins of my past #and it hurts when people say there's nothing to him #so i really wanted to put this out there #i hope all five of you that bothered to read this enjoyed it

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western-magical-girl-confessions · 7 months

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*Sigh…*

Hello everyone. I apologize for disappearing for a while. I know I promised to finish all the confessions and close them indefinitely, but with everything that has been going on in the past few months, I have just been reflecting a lot. After much consideration, I have made a decision:

On January 2, 2024, I am considering deleting this blog.

So with this said, I guess you might be wondering why, Well, I'll list the reasons. Been doing so for this long right?

I had been hesitant to admit it, but after some contemplation, I have come to the realization that this blog is becoming a negative experience for me. I've had to make confessions that I don't agree with and deal with anonymous hate for sharing confessions that I didn't even write. Trying to please everyone has also affected my own beliefs. Additionally, the lack of western magical girl shows has resulted in repetitive confessions. It's unfortunate, but my feelings about this blog may continue to fluctuate.

From then till now, I always said that not all the confessions made were by me, but I do admit that some of them were my own. I just want to be honest with all of you. I'm not proud of some of the confessions I made. Some aged like milk. Even though I know that I may still come across certain confessions that leave a bad taste in my mouth to this day, I just want to leave this part of my life behind me.

I have been a fan of several TV series, such as Miraculous Ladybug, She-Ra, Equestria Girls, My Little Pony, many others. However, some of the fans of these shows have given me negative experiences that I don't want to remember. Sometimes, reading these confessions reminds me of those bad experiences. Hence, I want to move on and forget about them. Nevertheless, I will cherish the good memories that these shows and their fandom have given me.

I need assurance that I won't be able to access this blog again, in case I give in to the temptation of making confessions once more. My desire is to move on and channel my energy towards other productive activities that will benefit me in my life. This has been a long-term aspiration for me, which I didn't do entirely.

I know I've said this countless times in the past, but I'll say this for the final time. I'm dealing with personal things that are just a real ongoing struggle, and I want to focus all my time and energy on them. Running this blog has started to feel like a chore, and I believe I've gotten all the satisfaction from it that I wanted.

Also, I've thought about moving on to focus on more original projects. I don't want to completely share these ideas publicly yet, but I've been having some ideas in mind.

Lastly, I'm just tired of constantly having to explain myself. I know that I don't owe anyone an explanation and I am not obligated to keep this blog active, but I did. I did it because I genuinely cared about you all and wanted to create something fun for fans of the magical girl genre. I wanted to provide a platform for others to express their feelings and thoughts without fear of being canceled. Unfortunately, I no longer want to do this…

Sorry guys for the redundant posts lol Let's just hope that this will be the last one until this blog closes (or goes inactive indefinitely). There’s no guarantee that I will delete this blog, but I’m just saying prepare for the possibility in the future. So if there’s anything that you would like to save or archive, then now’s the time to do so. I'm not entirely sure if I'm going to finish the remaining confessions in the box or not, because there's a strong possibility that I'll delete this blog anyway.

So if anyone has any thoughts or ideas or anything, feel free to say so. I have to admit, I'm going to miss this blog, but this is probably for the best.

Thanks again guys, and as always, stay magical.

If you wish to reach me (the mod), my main account is @misssakurapetal27

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fans4wga · 9 months

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I still don’t know if I count as an influencer based on the definition they put out.

I did get a “brand deal” once, but it was with a small indie movie (I’m pretty sure? It was Unidentified Objects) and I didn’t end up making any money from it anyways.

I make fan content, but I don’t get a drop of money from it, and have never had big companies reach out.

Also I have sold two pieces of my own fan art using tiktok to promote my art (but not using tiktok shop; i just sent it to them and they paid Venmo). And I’ve “made” 3 cents using tiktok live to show my art process, but I can’t even claim those 3 cents.

Do i count as an influencer?

"Influencer" is a specific role covered by SAG-AFTRA. It can be confusing to parse out who exactly counts as one, but they define it as...

"...popular content creators who have amassed a social media following that they capitalize on by making deals with advertisers to promote brands through the Influencer’s creative content which they distribute through their social media feeds.

Influencers exhibit their content through personal feeds on platforms such as TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, YouTube, Twitch, SnapChat, Pinterest, etc.

Followers can range from a few hundred to a hundred million

This provides a “one stop shop” for advertisers: The Influencer provides performance, stills, posts, production, creative, editing, directing, lighting, distribution, etc.

Agreements between Influencers and advertisers vary significantly. There are no set rates and other terms can be very different as well." (link to read more about the Influencer Agreement on the SAG-AFTRA website)

So if you're not someone who regularly makes deals with advertisers to promote brands, you probably don't count as an Influencer. (You can always contact SAG-AFTRA for specific guidance if you fall into the grey area there.)

The SAG-AFTRA guidelines (here) say, "Most influencers are non-union and are not subject to any strike rules. But some of them do work under the SAG-AFTRA Influencer Agreement, or may want to someday. And those influencers have been asked not to promote struck work (i.e. movies and TV shows), either for pay or “organically.” However, if an influencer already has a contract to promote something, the union advises them to fulfill the obligations of the contract. They are also free to influence on any other subject."

If you want to join SAG-AFTRA in the future as an influencer or actor, be careful about promoting struck work, and contact SAG-AFTRA with specific questions. But the influencer rules don't apply to fans/hobbyists.

As for what you should do as a non-union creator, it likely matters far more what you're doing with your platform now than if you have small brand deals in the past. For now, don't partner with studios, don't accept paid work from struck companies, and don't engage in studio-led campaigns that promote their films/shows.

We appreciate the question—it's a confusing time in the early days of a strike, but thankfully SAG-AFTRA is continually clarifying its guidelines!

#sag-aftra strike #sag strike #union solidarity #fans4wga #wga strike #writers strike

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animehouse-moe · 7 months

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Undead Unluck Episode 1: Immortality and Misfortune

It's David Production, it's Yuki Yase, it's an action series where the character can fly based on propulsion generated from their legs. Need I say more? I will though. I'm not a fan of the manga, it's not that I hate it but that I just don't enjoy it. I can read it if I want but there's things I'd rather read first. I'm hoping David Production changes my mindset, and with this first episode they seem pretty hellbent on making a start on that, and in a lot of ways.

Firstly, they somehow knew that Taiki Konno was the easiest way to my heart, as they had them cold open the series as the romance manga Fuuko was reading.

You might not know Konno by name, but I'm sure everybody knows about the Magical Destroyers ending, which they did themselves.

I absolutely adore the feel of Konno's style. The way it feels so hopeless and drowning in yearning and desire that can't be felt. I'd kill for them to have a series of their own one day.

Anyways, Yase opens things up following Konno, and it's just right out of the gates a Yase series. The sharp contrast and dark shading that's associated with their style is front and center in eye-popping fashion.

That gets followed right up with sharp and creative closeups that largely focus on the eyes of the characters. Within a minute, it's undeniably Yase's series.

Even if this wasn't Yase's style, I feel like it's a really important piece to selling the overall direction of the episode. Undead Unluck's humor is harsh, crass, and crude. It's got energy, and lots of it, so we get a lot of sharp jump cuts and pauses in between. Yase's penchant for getting up close and personal really helps with that as it allows that sharp and fast style to be applied to the non-comedic aspects of the episode as well, allowing it to have a better flow.

Here's a few examples of the humor. I like how they leave it rather lacking in animation. Cheap and easy way to save on time, but it also provides its own sort of humorous effect.

Of course it's not all silly shenanigans and whatnot, but this episode is by and large setup, so we're not getting a sakuga feast 24/7..... but Yase still provides for viewers in some really great ways.

Overall, I have my complaints with how Fuuko and Andy's relationship is handled and how it's used for comic relief, but past that I enjoyed a lot of what David Pro's put out here in this episode. Plenty of opportunity for humor, great action direction, and all the makings of Yase's style. I hope we'll see some more creative work from other boarders and episode directors in terms of non-action, but that's basically a given. Undead Unluck is already Yase's story thanks to their performance on this first episode, so I'm really looking forward to seeing what they can do with a whole 24 episodes.

#undead unluck #fuuko izumo #david production #yuki yase #taiki konno #anime #anime and manga #anime reccs #anime recommendation #anime review

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arialerendeair · 1 year

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Aromanticism - And Me!

Reblogging a lovely post about aromanticism and finding places/spaces for it online and elsewhere made me wanna write a bit about how I got smacked in the face with my own aromanticism a few weeks ago, so here it is!

Queer stuff, yo!

I’ve known I was asexual (in some form, on the sex positive side) for the last 7 or so years. I’ve had time to come to terms with what that means and how it impacts me. I always assumed I wasn’t aromantic simply because I felt what HAD to be romantic attraction to people, and was in relationships with them.

Right up until two months ago.

Two months ago - I hooked up with a guy I’d known for 14 or so years. Was great, good times had by all. He’s poly and was interested in dating me, and talked to me about it.

I have never, in my life, had a louder mental record screech. This guy, who I have no doubt that, by all definitions I could fall in love with - wanted to date me, and suddenly, that was the last thing I wanted. I couldn’t even imagine it, couldn’t picture it beyond the stuff you read in romance novels. I didn’t want it. I was terrified of it, of the expectations, of all the pieces of my current life I’d have to give up to have those things with him. (And the screaming voice in the back of my head that said it wasn’t worth it - it never would be.)

Cue a conversation with a friend, some revelations, an insanely busy two months, another full queer revelation and a much deeper understanding of why all my past relationships failed. (In some ways, anyways.)

I’ve been reading romance novels since I was 12. (I’m 35 now.) I’ve been writing them since the same age. At some point, I just… followed the story beats in my life because that’s what I’m supposed to want, right? Well. Turns out people aren’t story beats. Turns out that I wanted a different story for myself.

To the utter shock and surprise of everyone -

I want to write. I want to dedicate my life, my heart, my soul, to writing. Even if it’s fanfiction or original fiction, it doesn’t matter. Some people know what they are put into this world for and I’ve known for years now that that thing for me is writing. Telling stories. Making people laugh and smile with my writing.

I also want to be the crafting aunt who teaches nieces and nephews how to craft anything and everything. I want to be a support for friends who need it, and a cheerleader for those that want it. I want to die, having a shelf in a library that rivals some of the most productive authors out there. I want to inspire other people to write, to find joy in telling stories, no matter their skill level. I want to LIVE my writing in a way I don’t think I have ever been willing to accept or do in my entire life

Figuring out I was aromantic was a gift because holy shit I suddenly fucking GOT IT. It explained a part of me that I’d never let out into the sun before and now that it’s there, it’s growing like a weed. It doesn’t mean you’re lacking anything, it just means the world isn’t tailored for you.

The world isn’t tailored for me, I sure as shit am not tailored for the world, I am queer as all get out, and I will continue writing queer romance until the day I die.

But for myself? Good friends, family I can stand being around, and maybe a DOG… are about all I want in terms of relations in my life. And I think for the first time in my life, I’m realizing that I am 100% okay with that and not lacking anything as a result.

So yeah. Hi, my name is Aria, and I am aromantic AF.

#Aria Posts #Aromantic #Asexuality #Hey it's me!#Queer Stuff

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“Oh! Sorry if I surprised you… I’m Dantalion! It’s nice to meet you.”

Wowie its been a long time since I actually last posted any content. Hi everyone! Long time no see-! Apologies for my absence— life’s been quite umm… tough! And not going to lie I’ve been anxious about posting for quite a long time now 😅

Anyways!! Eeee I’ve been following along the bebo au since it started, and I quite say Dantalion and Matariel are a pair of sweethearts and hayhhghhnng i hold them dear to my heart!! I’ve been having a rough time with my mental health for the past few years with how it fluctuates— especially in the past few months. And hyhgngmwm I’d be lying if i said that creations like that of bebo au warm my heart and help me heal 🥹 especially when these too adorable dorks are working through their own things together as well. Its admirable to see and read, and i honestly wish the best for them 🥺

I actually finished animating this a few days ago while due to cramming schoolwork. This was a project we had to do for animation class where we had to voice act a character introduction and then create a lip sync animation from it. I was wondering who to voice and then animate and was feeling uninspired. But then, when I saw Clark’s pirate designs for Dantalion and Matariel??? 🥺✨✨ HYHHH THEY WERE SO PRETTY THAT I HAD TO DO EITHER ONE OF THEM!!! 😫

I thought my voice and mood during the time felt closer to Dantalion’s character, and so i did the voice for her <33 Its quite stiff and clunky due to how rushed it was— I’ve been having difficulty keeping up with my schoolworks for the past few months again, and it doesnt help that… well… i’m… not really in the best terms with anyone in my class anymore… But! I hope what I’ve done is alright! I did the best that I could considering the circumstances!!!

I’m considering posting some of my unposted art in the future— theres definitely quite a lot i haven’t shown yet. Ngl I’ve been hiding away from social media due to the anxiety that posting has given me… I feel like I’ve been gone and inactive for too long, you know? (If you get what i mean [insert moominvalley reference] hshwjwhw) And I’m no longer the same bright eyed hyperactive 14 year old as before. However, if I do have the energy, I’ll definitely be posting here and all the other platforms that I’m on!

So for those who’ve been here since the start and are still here, tysm!!! And stay tuned for any future projects i may share!!!

Anyways— enough of my rambling! Here’s the final product of my lip sync animation!!!

Character: Dantalion from Bebo Au by @playingeasyy

#good omens #aziraphale #good omens aziraphale #beboau #dantalion #bebo au #dantalion bebo au #animation #benevolent bedomens

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[chp 5 pike/spock fic]

“You’re half human, but your physiology is mostly Vulcan. I guess I’m curious what it was like. How different it really was to be human for a few days, now that you’re back to yourself.”

“Confusing,” Spock replied honestly. “I have always been taught emotions run deeper in Vulcans than in humans. And that difference plays a large role in how we have always explained to our human allies our need for the strict controls offered by the path of pure logic, as well as why we do not expect humans to do the same. But that difference was so negligible as to be absent in my altered state. VSA medical experts opined that the late-onset regressive puberty that was triggered by the change was responsible for my heightened emotions during that time, rather than my humanity itself, but I am not convinced.”

“Wait, the VSA talked to you about this?”

“Yes, after reading Christine’s paper about changing me back using ancient medical arts, they had…questions.”

“That sounds invasive.”

“Their curiosity was logical. There are no records of any Vulcan experiencing the human condition.”

Chris hummed in understanding. For all that Spock’s tone was exceedingly dry, Chris knew well enough that extra attention from Vulcan doctors wasn’t exactly high on Spock’s list of desirable things. He was sure Nurse Chapel hadn’t predicted her paper would precipitate them going around her back and interrogating the subject patient, whose identity wasn’t rocket science to figure out given the small number of Vulcans serving in Starfleet. Chris wasn’t even sure whether Spock told her the Vulcans had followed up with him about it.

“So because your hormones were all out of whack, they discarded any challenge to the prevailing theory about the emotional gulf between our peoples.”

“Precisely.” Spock closed his eyes. “And of course my hormone spikes were not the only affliction impeding the baseline of my suppositions.”

Chris sighed. He knew what ‘affliction’ many Vulcans treated Spock as suffering from. “Your human half.”

“Indeed. In any event, it was convenient that my people were not given cause to reassess their superiority in light of my unique condition both before and during the anomalous event.”

“Convenient,” Chris repeated sadly. “And what do you think? Because I think you’re the product of a loving and intentional desire for a bridge between us. And I think you were uniquely situated to offer insightful physiologically-based philosophical commentary. To be blunt, they should care what you think about it. I know I do.”

Spock’s brown eyes held many emotions – an echo of Chris’s sadness, playful amusement at Chris’s steadfast declaration, and maybe a sliver of hope. “I think we have more commonalities than differences. However, the differences in our brain chemistries cannot be denied. Like Vulcans, humans have a war-torn past. But billions of humans, who wholly lack Vulcan physiological controls, are capable of living peacefully under the terms of the Federation. Some of the Vulcans that T’Pring works with have abdicated those controls. The results are never…peaceful. Vulcans who eschew Surak’s path are often irrepressibly violent.” Spock paused. “I have reached no particular conclusion. I do wonder if with more time to acclimate to my humanity, past the settling point, I might have reached a deeper understanding. Still, despite the limitations on my data acquisition, I do not regret Christine’s brave efforts to restore me to my usual if unique state of being.”

“I could give her another valor medal,” Chris offered.

Read the full chapter on AO3.

#what if I took SNW Charades and made it sadder #snw spock #snw charades #pikespock #pike x spock #fic update #fic rated E #Vulcans #this snippet rated g for everyone

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 10 months

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Can we meet your Friends? Or your family? (If you have them)

"Oh! Why sure I can talk about my friends and family ain't used to important questions like this."

((this will be a long post)) click the read more

"On the family side no actual people."

"But I do consider Toof the *walrus* to be my child! Granted I guess you can say all the walrus my family. I love thoes bastards, I used to consider Richard my daughter but... well after she passed away and came back to life, she's both literarily and figuratively DEAD to me."

"As for my friends? well I got at least 6 of them, I could call close friends! and I have many more but these are the ones I'd say I'm closest with and have the most history."

"Let's see there's Moth Man, though we only get to hang out a few times per year. Like mentioned in the past I paid for his top surgery so I do care for that funky moth quite a bit."

"There's Doom Slayer which is quite the fella! Usually when we hang out together I join him during one of his hunts killing demons, we play poker at least once per year. And there's also fun fishing trips where he puts a hook into my back and uses me like bait. We don't talk much but let me tell you great guy, always calls me a freak and abomination he's got a fun way of showing love like constantly trying to rip and tear me in half!"

"And of course I have plenty of fellow phone headed friends but let's start with one that's related thanks to my business!"

"Gemni The Phone Guy, ((owned by @gemnis-trash-fazbenders / @sorrowful--owl ))"

"Gemni has been pretty busy for quite awhile, so haven't had much time to actually spend with him, he opened his own Fazbender restaurant in 2020 and is housed in Australia.

He's the one who supplies me with kangaroo tails, he's an absolute goober always making necklaces out of bones which he calls *clicky clacks* due to the sound they make.

He's a sweet guy though has his own dark past, pretty sure he was one of the workers working in Abel's location... Before uh the incident yeah his mind is all scrambled poor fella I feel bad for him, he's not really able to feel much in terms of emotion but he seems genuinely happy and I hope to spend more time with him in the future!"

"Speaking of Gemni that brings me to my next friend who you all should know very well the one and only..."

"Robert The Cannibalistic Phone Guy, ((owned by @not-robert / @clownsuu ))"

"I met him back in December of 2019 it's around the time Gemni first started getting his restaurant getting set up and started sending me shipments of kangaroo tails, it was nearing Christmas so I wanted a big shipment and when it arrived the only thing in the box was a big buff cannibalistic zombie man who was drunk."

"Let me tell you he was confused as hell also very angry when he woke up, strangled me till my head popped off! Yeah Robert's a real fella just seeing me for the first time confused the hell out of him, though I don't know everything about his origins he's been around a VERY long time."

"Of course after he found out he couldn't kill me that just made him even more pissed and we had a little bit of a fight, eventually managed to calm him down and explained who I was. And ever since that day we've been buds!"

"I feed him all the meat products he could ever need and he dosen't kill my customers and also I can make him do whatever I want, like dressing up in costumes or promoting the restaurant hell it's because of him I have a karaoke bar!"

He also gave me the idea for the bowling alley, he might be an asshole but he's fun to have around. Plus if he wanted to leave he always could but he sticks around because I know he likes me to. That or I'm so cursed it just keeps drawing his attention and he can't help but see what I do next."

"Ah, and of course we have... ugh he's gonna freak out once he sees this post... the little nightmare child known only as..."

"Chuck The Fanboy ((owned by @chuck-the-fanboy / @lazy-charlie ))

"Look, I don't wanna feed into his little obsession but I guess, I will admit ... I care for the little guy. He's just a kid after all even if he's no longer alive, I might treat him like shit sometimes but thats because the kids obsessed with me no idea why honestly."

"I met him for the first time in I think 2017 and he was still alive back then, poor kid walked into my restaurant wearing ripped and torn clothes he looked like he was basically starving. I can't really remember what he looked like but I think he did have orange hair? his skin was also very pale."

"He wanted so badly to buy some food for himself, but he only had a pocket full of pennies... I don't know why but I felt bad for him so I gave him a large soda, a small pepperoni pizza and some french fries to eat... Kid looked at me like I saved his life, like I said I can't fully remember his face but let me tell you he looked so excited."

"I stayed and watched him eat and then he left... I didn't see him again untill 2020 when he walked back in one day with Robert, when he walked back into my restaurant that day... His skin was a green color, and he had one of thoes new chatter phones for a head."

"The kid had drowned in a pond that's all he remembers, he has no idea how he got his new head. All he does remember is waking up and suddenly having a duck trying to warm him up, he calls the duck queen and he treats it like his mother."

"Ever since that day when he came back, he's basically refused to leave and he's became obsessed with me, to the point he calls himself my biggest fan, kinda why he's known as **chuck the fanboy.** He's an annoying little brat and despite all the times I kick him, yell at him and such he dosen't lose any of his feelings towards me."

"He's too innocent for this cruel world, let me tell you but on the good side of things at least he can't die again, though there is something about that Queen duck that's strange it dosen't seem like a normal duck sometimes I wonder why? But yes I consider him... A friend EVEN IF IT PAINS ME TO SAY IT BECAUSE I KNOW IT WILL DRIVE HIM UP THE WALL."

"And my last friend worth mentioning has gotta be the one that matches me the most, someone who's chaotic but could never be my level of cursed."

"Bedlam The Chaos God ((owned by @weirdozjunkary ))

"My timeline and universe itself only really has one god and yes sadly it's the Christian one we also have a Satan."

"Bedlam himself is from another universe enterally full of gods for just about everything that exists, there's even an actual PARTY god there, They are a hoot let me tell you."

"But yeah how did I meet Bedlam then? well I met him back in February this year infact! He was feeling pretty bored that day and decided to check out a new universe and discovered mine by accident, once here he had heard about my existence by ease dropping on some people."

"My guess is he thought I was a chaos god like himself, and was keen on meeting me because of it. Should have seen his face when he first walked into my restaurant and layed his eyes upon me, guy was shocked to say the least!"

"He's a pretty intresting fella, he often changes voices seemingly unable to decide what voice fits him properly, I'm sure he'll find his perfect voice one day. He's basically like a living cartoon I swear when we properly got to know eachother we basically reenacted a tom and jerry episode."

"Don't even get me started on the time we robbed a bank he turned the whole place upside down, and smashed the large vault open with a massive cream pie! We didn't even keep the money we just gave it back like an hour later and we had lunch together after."

"Guy, defiantly is weirded out by me, which is surprising since well he's the god of chaos but fair enough I'm alot more cursed then I am chaotic, but we get along fairly well! Though we don't hang out all the time, I'm a little to overstimulating for him, to hang out for long periods of time."

"Let me tell you though? Despite how little time we've known eachother, he's defiantly one of the most fun people I know, he's also great taste in fashion both litearly and figuratively, don't tell him this but last time we hung out I was chewing on one of his horns while he was talking about another god in his world named Llios."

"I will admit, I have a bit of a teething issue sometimes and I like to bite things though he didn't seem to notice."

"I wonder what he's up to? I gotta see if he'd be interested in joining one of my poker games! Next one is coming up real soon, Count Dracula, Sugar Crisp Bear, Santa Claus, Moth Man are gonna be there. And we're short one member since Slender Man's busy and I can't get in contact with Eyeless Jack I think he blocked my number."

"But yes thank you for the question! Hope this answer satiates your curiosity, feel free to ask more questions about my friends, I'm sure I got more fun stories I can tell about them. I just didn't wanna drag this on for too long."

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vroomlesbianvroom · 2 months

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Your Harry Potter posts are a bit strange. I re-read the books recently as well, and yeah, they're not as perfect as I thought they were when I was 10, go figure.

But I think it's very easy to see what made them appealing still. For all the gaps and flaws in the logistics of her worldbuilding, the atmosphere she creates is just so strong. The books are easy and fun to read, never get boring, and always have cool mysteries woven in. Nothing super unique, but still, how can you just not see those things at all anymore?

Also "it doesn't make any sense, they have one teacher per subject but not enough teachers for a whole week of classes" or whatever - I'm sorry, nobody reads books like this. Especially children's books about wizarding school. This does not matter!

I know we're all angry and maybe even heartbroken by Rowling deciding to use her remaining time, money and influence to fight against trans liberation. And I know it would be easier to reconcile our feelings about what she does these days with our memories of the books if they just turned out to magically have been terrible all along, and every human on earth was just very stupid in the late 90s and 00s I guess.

But it's just not true. And that desperate grasping at straws to paint this book series as abysmal just looks strange from the outside.

I understand that people will have completely differing views on many book series, Harry Potter being a main one.

I, personally, believe that a good children's book should be able to stand the test of time. You should be able to read them at 10 and again at 30 and still think they're just as good. To put the lack of world-building, the plot holes, and general errors down to it being a kid's book is insane. The recommended youngest age to read The Deathly Hallows is between 9-12 (depending on child development), the recommended youngest age to read The Return of the King or the Hobbit is 11. Those two books cannot be compared in terms of world building and development.

Obviously, the teachers is not a major problem and most people wouldn't notice. But, I do read books like that and it's one of those things that just irritates me. Mainly, because it had such an easy fix. She just had to offhandedly mention other teachers. Most of the plot-holes had easy fixes.

The entire plot stems on Harry Potter surviving the killing curse. The entire book series only exists because this happened. J.K. Rowling's description of how and why this happened doesn't make sense.

Her world-building isn't good. There's three (or four) magical locations (that we know of) in Great Britain. Hogwarts (and Hogsmede, I don't know if they'd count as separate places), The Ministry, and Diagon Alley. That isn't a community, it doesn't account for the amount of magical people in Great Britain.

Her character development isn't great outside of the main three and a few side characters. Her descriptions and building of the past is almost non-existent. Her character naming is shoddy at best.

There are a lot of plot-holes or magical logic that just doesn't make sense. And I can say that without it having a single thing to do with J.K Rowling's personal or political opinions. You also can't separate the art from the artist in cases like this when she still makes money from it. I have a film degree (theory and productions) and some of my favourite directors we learnt about were atrocious human beings, but, I can still talk about their work putting what they did aside.

There are good parts of her books, the story is good. It is easy to follow and fun to read. But that doesn't make up for all the issues in the books.

#harry potter #jk rowling #anti jk rowling #that ones just there so people can avoid this #if wanted

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babykangaemoji · 2 years

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Such a Good Boy {Dieter Bravo x f!reader}

RATING: 18+ NO MINORS!! MINORS DNI!! THIS IS EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT.

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

SUMMARY: You and Dieter have been in a fwb relationship for a while, Dieter one day makes a joke about you tying him up in bed and well, you take it seriously. This is just pure praise!kink Dieter smut.

Set in the same universe as this fic but don’t need to read that to understand this one. Not beta read, all mistakes are my own!

WARNINGS: smut! unproctected p in v sex (wrap it up people!!!) f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, cum play if u squint, praise kink! Dieter, face sitting, choking, swearing, dirty talk, dom!reader, drugs mention, fwb!plot. begging, reader calling Dieter a brat, squirting, creampie, cum eating mentioned, restraints!!! if theres anyting else I have missed pls let me know!!

Also no use of Y/N and no reader description!

Author notes: Dieter Bravo definitely loves being called Daddy but also is a massive slut for being dominated. He has big switch energy and I just wanna call him my good boy ok

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“Dieter, get off!” you laughed as he made grabby hands for your waist, you slinked out of his way as you tried to style his unruly hair on his head. You were on set with your friend, who you just so happened to have a very healthy sex life with as well, you were assigned a handful of actors to do hair and makeup for on set and Dieter was one of them. Dieter always requested you to do his styling now since you’d met each other a few years back.

This is how you had met Dieter originally, and after breaking up with your long term boyfriend, you’d ended up sleeping with him after you got drunk at a wrap party, since then, you’d been sleeping with him on and off for over a year. The sex was mindblowing and it kept you coming back to him over and over again, you’d tell yourself it was nothing to do with the way he made you blush, the way he made your heart flutter when he would order your favourite take out without needing to ask or the way you’d come home multiple times after a long day, to a bath being run with a glass of your favourite alcoholic beverage, sometimes a blunt waiting for you as well as Dieter laid out in the bath waiting for you.

Dieter huffed as you rubbed some product into your hands, before running them through his curls.

“Mm but it feels so nice when you tug my hair baby” he teased, giving you a playful grin in the mirror. You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder and telling him to shut up. He poked his tongue out between his teeth at your reaction. You two were the only ones in the trailer, not that it mattered because Dieter would tease you like this anywhere and in front of anyone, it was no secret to people on set that there was something going on between you, but you’d never put an explicit label on it. You’d see multiple girls come up to him at wrap parties, flirt with him on set, whatever it was but you’d seen him turn them down over the past few months. It kind of made your heart swell and it did make you wonder about his feelings for you and if there was something else there.

You twirled his curls in your fingers, to make them set where they needed to be, you moved round to his front so you could frame his face correctly. You smirked before giving his curls a couple tugs, making him groan at you, you laughed, giving him another tug a little harder than before, which caused Dieter’s hands to shoot out in front of him, grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing roughly.

You swatted him away, tutting at him.

“Keep your hands to yourself, Bravo or I’ll have to tie them together” you teased, finishing up his hair and you shouldn’t have looked down at him then. His eyes were blown wide with lust, his hands gripping the edge of the makeup chair. He looked as if he could rip your clothes off right there and have his way with you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just thinking about you tying me up and having your way with me” he said, his voice low as he showed you that award winning smile. “How hot that would be, how… hard it would make me” and you shivered. Fuck. You were about to reply when a knock came on the trailer, the door opened and it was his assistant telling him he was needed on set.

He sighed, standing up from the chair giving your ass a playful tap as he walked out of the trailer. You started gathering the things you would need on set for Dieter and the other actors you had worked on, as you were putting things in your case you stopped and saw a small bundle of rope in the corner of the trailer which had obviously found its way in here from the prop department at some point. It was rough and would definitely be uncomfortable around someone's wrists but the idea of Dieter being strung out below you, tied up and begging really wasn’t a bad image at all. In fact it was incredibly alluring and filled you with so much heat, maybe you would have a look for something to help you do just that.

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A couple of days later, you were walking back through the hotel lobby, Dieter was following closely behind, looking at something on his phone. You walked up to the reception desk, making polite conversation before asking if there was a parcel for you.

This piqued Dieter’s interest, his head raising from his phone and peering over your shoulder like a nosy child, the lady behind the counter slipped across to you, you thanked her, turning around to leave, you shoved Dieter’s chest to make him move again as he stood there staring down at the small package in your hands.

“What is it?” he asked straight away, following you closely, trying to get a glance at the parcel you had tucked away under your arm.

“None of your business” you told him coolly, pressing the button on the lift. He whined behind you, causing you to roll your eyes. He huffed, shoving his pockets into his brown fluffy coat as he walked in behind you, you pressed the floor number for the floor of Dieter’s room, he raised an eyebrow.

“You coming to mine huh, baby?” he asked, putting his arm around your waist and before you could reply, he went to snatch the box from your hand as the doors closed.

“Dieter! Get off!” You laughed, shoving him away and holding the parcel with two hands instead, so he couldn’t steal it from your grasp. “So impatient, keep it up and you’ll regret it” you huffed. His brows furrowed, pouting at you.

“C’mon, I just wanna know! You know I hate secrets” he whined, making a ridiculous motion with his hands and his body, like a child who wasn’t getting his own way. You laughed at his reaction.

“You’ll find out soon enough, gorgeous boy” you leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips just before the doors dinged open and you sauntered down the hallway. Dieter hurried behind you, you casually reached inside his pocket and swiped his room key, walking through the double doors with ease. You kicked off your shoes, setting the parcel down on the coffee table and instantly removed your shirt.

Dieter stood there, eyes blown wide, watching as you wiggled out of your skirt, leaving you in just your underwear. You turned back around to face him, tilting your head to your side, you popped one hip to the side, resting your hand on it lightly. “Well what are you waiting for? Strip and get on the bed, Bravo” you told him, waving a hand at the bed in the other room.

“Yes, Ma’am” he said as he nearly stumbled over his own feet in his hurry to bed the bedroom, he shucked off his jacket and loose clothes quicker than you’d seen before, he’d kicked his crocs off somewhere and he was laying back on the bed staring at the ceiling as he waited for you. He had no idea what you were planning but he wasn’t going to turn you down for sex anytime soon. He heard some noise, then the parcel you had carried up here being pening causing his toes and fingers to twitch with excitement. It wasn’t long before you were walking into the room, you didn’t say anything to him, but when he saw what was in your hands, his eyes blew wide again.

He felt his cock twitch, you could feel his eyes burning through your body as you leaned up, putting the leather buckle around his left wrist. You smiled at him sweetly as you attached the other end to the bedpost. You pressed a soft, loving kiss to his lips before moving round to do the same to his other wrist, Dieter was just watching you the whole time, dumbfounded by what was happening and just how fucking amazing it made him feel already.

His breathing had become harder, he was heating up, his whole body felt alive, with both passion but also absolute adoration for the woman who was walking in just her underwear in front of him.

“Now, Dieter” you finally spoke, snapping him out of his daze. “You’re going to be a good boy and do exactly what I ask, okay?” he nodded quickly, the pet name shooting straight to his cock, which stood proud up against his stomach already. “Verbally, Diets” you said, softening a little.

“Yes, okay, yes” he confirmed, nodding quickly again, you leaned over, kissing his forehead and giving his chest a gentle pat. You nudged his legs open so you could seat yourself on your knees between them, slowly you started running your hands up and down his strong legs, Dieter gasped at the feather light touches, watching you intently.

You smiled at his reaction to these tiny touches, this was definitely going to be fun if he was getting flustered just from this, you leaned down, pressing soft kisses across his abdomen. Dieter dropped his head back into the pillows below him, having to screw his eyes shut to try to stop himself from cumming right there and then. He flexed his fingers as he felt you getting closer and closer to the reddened tip, you slowly shuffled further and further down, chuckling at the way he squirmed beneath you, you looked up to see him. His hair was a mess already, his tan chest heaving as he tried to breathe at a normal pace, but most of all you noticed the way his head was thrown back with his eyes screwed shut.

You tutted, “Look at me Dieter” he took a deep breath before opening his eyes to look down at you, right as you licked a stripe up the length of his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, this is so hot oh my god” he balled, thrusting his hips up, which meade you pull away, Dieter letting out a shameful wine.

“Don’t be a brat and you will get what you want.” you told him, sitting back just a little bit. “Beg for it. Beg for me to suck your cock.” you instructed, giving him another lick, leaving a couple of light kisses across his slit where pre-cum was already forming. You moaned softly, licking your lips at the salty taste.

“Please, please suck my cock” he whined, pulling on the restraights a little “I want it, god fuck, I need it, please please baby” he begged, you hummed in approval, wrapping your fingers around his shaft so you could full envelope his head between your lips.

“Thank you, thank you” he gasped, watching as you slowly worked your lips down his whole length, taking him down your throat with ease. He was groaning in a higher pitch than you’d ever heard, it was making your head roll, he was so desperate, sounded so needy below you and you’d barely touched him. You had done this to him, you had made him so hungry with desire, you had made him painfully hard and it was delicious to see.

You carefully pulled back from his cock, bobbing your head carefully, pulling off him with a trail of spit hanging from your mouth, you used it to slowly jerk him off, whilst you ran your lips down his length. You moaned as you took him back into your warm mouth, bobbing your head again, using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t reach.

Dieter was panting and whining below you, muttering thank yous over and over again as he kept his eyes trained down on the way your head was moving against his crotch. He couldn’t help but tug on the restraints around his wrists from the pleasure, you took Dieter all the way down your throat once again, it caused him to wail out and thrust his hips up at the pleasure, you spluttered as you pulled off his cock, Dieter pulled at the cuffs once again a whine leaving his plush lips once again. “I said don’t be a brat. Stay fucking still or you won’t cum tonight” you spat at him, as you gave him a couple of lazy strokes before dropping him back down again, his chest was heaving as he tried to regulate his breathing, but it wasn’t working since you were now pressing hot open mouthed kisses up his soft abdomen.

“I’m sorry, fuck your mouth just feels so good” he whined, trying to keep his hips from thrusting up towards any friction you may give him.

Dieter felt like he was dreaming, seeing you, this beautiful woman kissing your way up his chest after just having his dick in your mouth, taking what you wanted from him, made him feel wanted, it made him feel loved and he couldn’t get enough. So when you finally connected your lips with his, he couldn’t help the desperate noise that came from deep within his chest, you smirked into the kiss, biting gently at his lower lips.

"Yeah? I wonder if your mouth can make me feel just as good" you whispered, moving down to the scruff on his jaw, leaving more heated kisses, he had no idea he would enjoy this so much but everything you were doing was making him realise, that he did in fact, enjoy having no control, he was enjoying the thrill it gave him every time you told him he was being good or told him off for moving around too much, he was craving to see you use his body for your own pleasure now too. He loved watching you come undone because of him, it made him fee as if he did something right and that he wasn’t a complete fuck up.

"I want you to sit on my face, fuck" he muttered, his head falling back into the pillows below, letting you get full purchase on his tanned neck, you were biting, kissing and sucking at the skin. Dieter was letting out little breathy moans as you continued to worship his body.

"You know how to ask for it, gorgeous boy" you said as you moved to slide over to his arms, trailing your lips over that triangle tattoo that you still didn't know the meaning of. You looked over at him, his eyes were focused on you as you moved across his body.

"Please will you sit on my face? I wanna taste you" he begged, you smiled at his words, moving to press a kiss to his nose before climbing off the bed. He leaned up when you did so, panic running across his face "Wait where are yo-"

"I'm just taking off my underwear, Diets, don't worry" you chucked, instantly seeing relief was over him as he nodded, watching you slowly shimmy your panties down your legs. Dieters tongue poked out through his lips watching you, when you unclasped your bra and let it fall, he made a sound that had you blushing.

"You're so hot right now, you are amazing I'm so lucky you're just the best, fuck you're so fucking hot I can't handle it" he spluttered out. You felt your heart jump as you stood in front of him, he had this look that you'd see many times before, a look of pure adoration and lust. It made your chest and stomach flutter in the best way possible, and when you climbed back onto the bed he was practically laid with his tongue out waiting for you.

"I tell you what, you make me cum with your mouth and then you can fill me up, okay?" you bargained, running your hand down his broad chest, Dieter nodded quickly in return.

"Yes, god get up here baby" he groaned, you smirked at him as you shuffled over, his waiting tongue was eager to lap at your folds, so eager that before you were even seated on him he was leaning up to taste you. Dieter moaned into your heat as soon as he did, lapping at you with no hesitation, he was always good with his mouth but he usually liked to add fingers into the situation too but right now, his fingers were twitching above him, unable to move and it made the whole situation that more erotic.

You had braced yourself on the headboard, your hips slowly rocking back and forth with his tongue. Dieter always loved the way you tasted, the way he could make you fall apart with his mouth and even though you were in control now, he still knew exactly how to work you up and you weren’t going to stop him anytime soon. You let out a loud moan of his name when he dipped his tongue into your wanting hole, the tip of his curved nose brushing up against your clit so perfectly. He’d learnt your body, he’d learnt where you loved to be kissed most, where to run his hands over, where to grip onto you and even which positions he could use to make you cum the hardest. He’d learnt you liked to ride his face until you were cumming all over him, soaking his patchy beard and sometimes when he did it well enough, soaking his neck completely too.

That was his aim right now, make you cum so hard that you would want to ride his cock until you came over and over again, then finally letting him fill you up with his own cum. His hands twitched at the thought, he knew if he could bury his fingers inside you right now, he would have you doing that in no time but that wasn’t an option, no the only thing he could use was his wet mouth on your even wetter cunt.

So his movements picked up, his tongue fucking into you with earnet as he used his strong nose to rub your bud in the most delicious way, he had you writing on top of him so much faster than you expect, one of your hands shot down from the headboard to his messy curls, gripping onto him so hard that he could’t help the slutty sounds leaving his lips only to me muffled by your core.

“Fuck baby boy, you’re doing so good for me. Don’t stop” you moaned, throwing your head back as you worked in tandem with Dieter’s mouth, he whined at the praise, his eyes were closed as he devoured your heat but when you gave him a particularly hard tug and moaned louder than before “Look at me whilst you make me cum, brat” Dieter’s eyes shot open, his pupils blow wide with lust, seeing the way your body rocked above him. Your head dipped back down, locking eyes as your muscles tensed, your thighs locking him in place as you wailed his name, Dieter was moaning as he kept working his tongue over, drinking up everything you had to give him, feeling your slick running down his chin.

You were painting as you slowed your movements, your muscles loosening back up as you rode out your high, your grip in his hair loosening. You lifted up from his lips slowly, grinning at the way his face glistended from your slick, you leaned down, running your tongue up the column of his neck, tasting yourself on his skin. “You did so well” you hummed into his ear as your hand ran through his curls, you then gave a sharp tug to open up the expanse of his skin once more. You left a practically harsh bite where his shoulder started, causing the man below you to yelp.

“Thank you I, fuck, I need you to fuck me” Dieter gasped, he went the roll his hips against you before remembering what you said earlier, don’t be a brat. Stay fucking still or you won’t cum tonight, so he kept himself as still as possible. You shuffled your way back down his body, you sat up on your knees so your core was hovering over his weeping cock, you could have sworn you had never seen him this hard or this red before, it made your cunt clench at the thought of having done this to him.

“You need me to fuck you, huh?” he was nodding frantically, chanting yes yes yes, please you weren’t sure what you were expecting when you first put the restraints around his wrists, you didn’t know if he would freak out and say he was only joking back in the trailer a couple of days ago but you hadn’t expected him to lean into it so well, you hadn’t expected to have him begging for you to touch him so fast but the sound was so beautiful that it send waves of arousal straight to your core. “God you’re such a needy little thing” you said, echoing words he’d said to you hundreds of times before.

You reached below you, running your fingers through your slick, fuck you were wet, you didn’t expect to enjoy this situation as much as you did but it was evident that having Dieter fucking Bravo underneath you, vulnerable and strung out was one of the hottest things you had ever seen. You reached down, wrapping your hand that you had just coated with your own cum, running it up and down his thick length a couple of times, before you lined him up, slowly sinking yourself down into his lap. You both moaned at the feeling of Dieter filling you up.

“You’re so wet, holyshit baby” Dieter groaned, rutting his hips up, unable to hold himself back this time but as soon as he did, your hand came to grip his thick neck, barely fitting around it. You leaned down, almost growling at him as you slammed your hips down again his as a warning, you were so close to his lips that he could feel your hot breath on his skin as you spoke next.

“Did I not make myself clear? If you don’t stay still, you won’t cum. Now be a good boy and do as you’re told” That has his breath taken away, he swallowed thickly, you felt his adams apple bob against your palm, nodding slowly as he watched you with wide eyes. “Answer me” you muttered, brushing his lips against his briefly.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be good, I promise” he whispered, knowing his voice would crack if he spoke any louder. You hummed in approval, sitting back up as you started to lazily bounce on his lap. His thick cock stretching you open with every movement, he always felt so fucking good inside you, the perfect curve of him his tip rub against that one spot each time you moved, the first time you’d fucked, you knew every other person wouldn’t even come close to Dieter Bravo and his perfect dick, but you didn’t mind.

Your hand slipped from this throat, down to plant it on his chest to gain stability so you could slam your hips down against his, the noises that filled the room were pure sin and you were certain anyone walking past Dieter’s room would of heard the way you were both crying out. Dieter was always vocal during sex, it was one thing you had come to love about him and right now he wasn’t holding back. He was moaning, grunting and begging for me, begging for you to make him cum, begging for you to let him fill you up, as much as you wanted that, you wanted to make him work for it. “You’ll cum once you make me cum again” you instructed, shoving your free fingers into his mouth for a second to wet them before rubbing your clit in precise circles, you started grinding on his lap back and forth so his tip rubbed against that spot over and over again, building up the pressure inside your core, it didn’t take you long before it snapped once more.

You came with a cry of his name again, your nails digging into his chest again, your walls tightening around his length, your fingers still working your clit as you rode out your high on top of him. You noticed as Dieter’s noises started to get more frantic, he was gripping onto the restraints more and you knew by the look on his face he was about ready to blow his load, you were honestly surprised he hadn’t as soon as you slid yourself down on him. So when you finished riding out your climax, you gave him a couple more thrusts and when he said “M gunn cum” you lifted up, high enough to let his full length slip out from your heat.

He whined louder than you’d heard all evening, you were certain you saw him try to hold back a sob, if he wasn’t anchorned down to the bed, he would of flipped you over and fucked into your cunt until you were apologising for not letting him cum, but right now he was helpless, completey at your mercy.

“Babe fuck what was that for?” he blubbed, his lower lip pouting out as you smirked above him.

“Cause you misbehaved earlier. Now, keep being a good boy and maybe I’ll let you cum this time” you grinned, leaning down to smash your lips to his, as you held onto the bottom of his cock, sinking yourself down faster than before, this time you didn’t hesitate to start bouncing on his lap, your fingers working against your bud again, you were determined to make yourself peak at least once more before you gave Dieter what he wanted.

He looked fucked out underneath you, his mouth hanging open, his hair wilder than ever, his neck and chest flushed red, you could see the marks you’d left across his skin developing and it made you just rock your hips harder into him. He looked so pretty like this, you wondered for a second if this is what he felt like when he saw you strung out for him.

“Fuck Diets, you feel so good. You’re being so good for me” you gasped, as the pleasure started to build up once again.

“Soak me, please, fuck I’ve been g-good” he stuttered, his knuckles had turned whine from the way he was gripping against the chain that connects his cuffs to the bed, his rings making clanking noises against the metal, his force pulling the headboard back and forth to slam against the wall whilst you bounced on top of him. He was watching the way your body worked, the way your perfect tits bounced with each movement, god he wanted to lean up and run his hot tongue over them but he couldn’t not if he wanted to cum.

You were writhing on top of him again within seconds, rubbing your clit furiously as you lifted up just as you felt yourself crash over the edge once more, cum dripping down your legs and onto the man below you as you cried out, this orgasm wracking through your body harder than the other two had so far. Dieter moaned at the feelings of you covering him with your spend, he loved when you let go on him like this, it was the same feeling you got when he came inside you, like you were claiming him for yourself. “Holy fuck that’s so hot” he gasped as he watched you soak his cock and thighs.

You were going limp now, you needed him to cum soon, you definitely didn’t have the same stamina as your partner when he was in control, but that didn’t matter, this was rocking his world either way. So when your soft mewls calmed down, you reached for him once more, this time, shakily taking him as you still felt oversensitive from the last two orgasms. You began rocking back and forth on his lap again, bouncing every so often, just the way you knew he liked it. You were struggling to hold yourself up, so you planted your other hand on his chest, bouncing as hard as you could manage, Dieter was gasping, groaning and letting out the dirtiest moans he could manage.

“Fuck fuck I’m gonna cum” he warned, his hands tugging at his restraints harder than you thought was possible, you groaned watching his arms flex as he did so. You knew it wouldn’t take long to build him back up, having denied him twice now, you knew he would let go from just a few thrusts.

“Cum for me sweet boy, you deserve it” you moaned sweetly and with that, Dieter roared out your name so loud that you felt it in your hands from his chest as his high absolutely tore through his body, he couldn’t help slamming his hips up against you as he came hot ropes of cum straight into your core, you didn’t mind this time, you were done with your little game now, you just wanted him to feel good finally. You hadn’t noticed that you and Dieter had ended up further up the bed from the sheer force of him pulling at the cuffs locking him to the bed, his whole body was tensed below you, and it felt like he just kept cumming, unable to stop. You were certain this was the most he’d ever cum for you but you moaned softly feeling him slow down, going limp under your form.

You flopped down against his broad chest, not making any effort to disconnect yourself from him anytime soon, you peaked up at the man below you, he was still looking at you, the most beautiful adoring look in his eyes that instantly made you blush and go to bury your face in his chest again. He was trying to find his breath once more, you were slowly rising and falling with his chest, the pair of your absolutely blissed out, it was a few short second before Dieter rasped out with a tug on the bedposts that was much gentler than the others before it “Arms ache” was all he could manage.

It had you sitting up carefully, he grunted when his softening cock slipping from your ruined entrance. You leaned up to carefully unbuckle his wrists one by one, Dieter took the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses along his stomach, his scruff tickling your skin, causing you to smile down at him. One of his arms instantly flopped over his eyes, the other coming to wrap around your waist as you laid on your side, snuggling into him, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

“I dont think I’ve ever cum so hard in my whole fucking life, I can still feel it” he mumbed, squeezing your hip, peaking out from under his arm. You giggled, pressing a couple of slow kisses to his skin.

“Me too its fucking dripping out of me” you laughed, and it flicked something whitin the man who you had just absolutely wrecked. He was on top of you in an instant, sloppily pressing your lips together, his tongue running over yours, when he slowly pushed your legs apart.

“Then let me be your good boy and clean you up” he begged once more, against your lips. You ran your hands through his hair once again, moaning as you felt his rings digging into the flesh into your thigh.

“Okay gorgeous boy and if you do a good enough job, you can do a bump off my tits when you’re ready” you whispered against him, he growled, giving you a slap on your thigh.

“Good fucking girl” he gritted out, and there was was again, the dominating Dieter you knew. Your needy boy would be back though, now you’d found him, you were going to be revisiting him much more often, but that thought was gone when he was diving into your cunt for a second time that night.

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