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kasarasun · 2 months

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what if I made a thing or it already was that while Airplane wrote the world, Peerless Cucumber illustrated it (only the animals. And Binghe, fighting the animals.) And then then then

He'd totally do it on an alt account, right?? Peerless Cucumber can't be seen making fanart!! (And he's good at it. Like, wiki is using his art in the monsters and beasts pages (that Peerless Cucumber volleyed for. He also separated it from the plant section.) Because 1 its good 2 the artstyle is consistent 3 there isn't a lot of monster official art, other than that one with the black moon rhinoceros python and those other ones and 4 it's really that good)

Haha incomprehensible parenthesis nesting aside, Airplane is watching the forums, right? Not sure about other stuff in canon but he looks at the forums and the fanart and the fiction and most of it is probably corn and binghe and just a little bit of mobei-jun and also the wives tm but!! There's also that guy!!! The monsters guy!! (People would probably suspect 'Drawing the Beast's Ire'- or some other sex euphemism I'm not good at making those- of being Peerless Cucumber because 1 the writing style is the same 2 Peerless Cucumber is the number 1 contributor to the PIDW wiki and a lot of it is the monsters and beasts section and it makes sense, yes??) Anyway, Airplane shooting towards the sky suspects but not too seriously suspects Mr ire of being cucumber's fanart alt but uh uh that ends pre-transmigration section

So, Shen Yuan starts running about, right? Things seem really... familiar, maybe thats the word?- for some reason. This is because every animal and plant he's ever drawn, sketched- maybe even thought about but that's a stretch?- is his design. The firefly parallels hold their forelimbs like butterflies. That is how far down it goes. Maybe it doesn't come up until later, but beasts and monsters from fanfiction get involved, oc species, too... anyway,

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky transmigrates 30 years (iirc) before Peerless Cucumber. He was an avid enough follower of Drawing the Beast's Ire to recognize that these are their designs! Here's where it gets really crazy. Xiao-Mobei comes along, and while he's still pretty young, Airplane can tell that this is Drawing Ire's design! Some aspect, maybe his ears or teeth, (this isn't a well built theoretical tangent) of Mobei isnt canon. Its Drawing Ire's. From that one Northern Kingdom collection. Whatever stretched his world building into coherence, completion, didn't just pull from fanwork, official art, whatever it could find, it went for Drawing the Beast's Ire's designs specifically. Damn that's crazy Airplane ahahaha moving on,

This is getting really long so I'll be a bit more concise, (want to know more? Talk to me. Please talk to me. I want to interact with the fandom. Ask me questions. Poke your fingers into my cage.) This all comes to head at the Immortal alliance conference. The monsters and beasts really start pouring in! And Shen Qingqiu/Yuan remembers his creations. However, he assumes that this is because like 1 other person maybe was Drawing ghost head spiders.

Hey, Peerless Cucumber really liked the monsters, right? The deadlier, crazier, more intricate, the design the better! So maybe, when he was drawing, he... added some things, really believable, logical additions, really just small creative decisions...

Anyway, the monsters that Drawing the Beast's Ire made were where it came to a head.

Lets have another Canon divergence. Maybe, during or after Binghe gets pushed in, out of the rifts comes a species that Drawing Ire created. It's beautiful, poisonous, beloved, and really quite deadly. Shen Yuan/Qingqiu, Peerless Cucumber, Drawing the Beast's Ire... realizes, quite like airplane before him, that he's illustrated, practically sculpted with his own hands, monsters from the Endless Abyss with claws and teeth and poisons as deadly as Peerless Cucumber thought that the really cool monsters could deserve. It feels like he's the one cutting, biting, poisoning his sweet little sheep. It feels like he's digging out the marrow from his little white lotus disciple's bones.

Ok it is shut up time 👍

#svsss #shen yuan #shang qinghua #idea vomiting #mobei jun #my writing #long post #text post

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nameisrequiredd · 2 months

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Also did a painted version of this drawing. Basically just as a way to learn how to paint digitally since I never did that before.

TS!Underswap Ruthless spoilers: (at least this time I put it under the cut)

(This moment was so sad.)

Y'know, I fully expected Sans to be unkillable in any route, so this really came as sort of a surprise??? When the cardboard Crossbones got slashed at the end of the Ruthless fight, I was like "heh, yeah, fully expected that" until you meet Papyrus on the bridge and realize that, actually, Sans is really really gone???

And this is a shot-out to Sans' Neutral Evacuation battle where Sans gets us accounted with, ahem, "just a little guy, a little man" (translation: very ugly cardboard crossbones) an he starts talking about what would happen if that little man fell down? Since he was talking past tense, I thought Sans was exclusively talking about Crossbones: after all, in the neutral evacuation run, Crossbones is gone and only Sans remains. But isn't he actually warning us? Sans doesn't pull out the "pitch-black eyes" schtick during the neutral evacuation battle except during that line of dialogue, which is pretty good indication that he's threatening us: ("spreading words of your deeds, and making sure nobody forgets about what you did.") (((also this rhymed I found it super cool)))

Plus ugly cardboard crossbones fell over in the Evacuation run the same way pretty cardboard crossbones falls over in Ruthless. The whole Neutral Evacuation run is more of a warning than anything else: Really hit me when I first played it, because in my mind Sans was risking his life and warning us about how we planned on making the fight end... I came to the evacuation Neutral fight with the intent to betray kill Sans, but actually the WHOLE THING was SO HEARTFELT I definetly couldn't have dealt the killing blow even if that had been an option. (In contrast, Ruthless's Sans fight is just as (if not more) frustrating than its undertale counterpart. Not only because we're "Getting tired of this" (only after the 300th try, in my case!!!) but also because Crossbones is absolutely right about our questionable motives and the fact there's a thousand things we could be doing right now that would be better than this. When it's time to choose fight or spare, we're just glad the fight is ending.)

To go back to the topic of the Evacuation Neutral, I always found it weird that there was an animation that showed the fallen cardboard becoming smaller and smaller. But if fallen cardboards is Sans' euphemism for death, then he's showing us what'll happen if we go past him without changing our ways. People around us are gonna fall over and decrease in number, until there's gonna be next to none of them left.

Also, Team Switch... ARE ALL RUTHLESS BOSSES GONNA BE AS HARD AS ASGORE AND SANS???? (I fully expect them to be harder and this S C A R E S me.) I died over 1000 times during that game already, and I'm not even exaggerating. Unfortunately. I sort of refused to touch the "decrease difficulty" button 'cause that wouldn't really be fair to the characters, but that doesn't change anything to the fact I suck at gaming. Just like crossbones so nicely pointed out during that famous race...

I rambled much longer than expected. Anyway, my idea for the drawing was that maybe the reason why Crossbones doesn't fight with his gadgets is because he forgot all of them (which, seeing the context, is understandable, even if using weird gadgets seems like a good way of stalling), and Papyrus, being the good brother that he is, grabbed them in a hurry because he knew they couldn't go facing murdery humans together without being properly equipped!

and this is how i usually color.

#ts!underswap #papyrus #ruthless route #crossbones #sans #undertale #fanart #rambling #ts!underswap spoilers

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hapifangurl · 2 months

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zorobin moments in wano.

zoro is probably quietly thinking: "if i wear those ridiculous outfits would robin also think im cute?"

this is just a quick moment and sanji taunting him making him mad ahahaha 😂😂😂

i really like their wano outfit and undercover role.

O-Robi as a Geisha

Zorojuro as a Ronin

since sh got split up for wano, zoro and robin together with usopp and franky already went ahead. they probably doing undercover the longest among the crew

it was not shown how they arrived and brainstormed what role everyone would go to.

so id like to think that kinemon is the one designated their role as he is responsible for this team going 1st to wano.

kinemon during punk hazard called robin as a courtesan, he then decided a geisha would fit robin.

zoro obviously designed as a japanese man, a swordsman appointed as a ronin.

franky a shipwright became a carpenter and usopp good with lying and familiar with odd stuff became a salesman.

id like to imagine when they are fitting for their costume for their roles everyone was like wow that fit looks good on you, then O-robi appears in full geisha and everyone falls in love seeing her.

headcanon coming through:

kinemon: hearts eye cos you know he's a pervert like sanji and brook

law: he will say, not a bad look robin-ya

franky: the hypeman and he will do a super pose and say "you look very beautiful, robin, ahww!"

usopp: "oi! robin! you look very pretty in that" with a proud face.

zoro: his signature stoic face like when he is always watching seriously but a bit flustered. he gulped and maybe a single sweat along his neck, his hands close tightly on his swords ( <- i did not mean to have this as a euphemism 🤭🤭🤭), mouth slightly open for being in awe with her. tiny pink blush in his cheeks. seeing her for the 1st time in his traditional clothes he's probably thinking, you're the most beautiful woman i ever seen, not bad seeing you dress like that as my wife. and he's slightly irritated and jealous that everyone can openly say what they think of robin but he is not a man of many words and can only gawk at her.

robin: of course she's polite and smiles at their appreciation and is probably a bit shy at first. and since zoro did not say anything, she is a bit disappointed but seeing his expression she is probably good at reading people, zoro does not need to say it to her but she knew that zoro appreciates her wearing a kimono. and she secretly love that zoro starring at her 🤭🥹.

i wish i could draw and make a cute fanart from this fake scenario 😭

#zorobin wano #zorobin #zorobin headcanon #im back again in my zorobin brainrot shenanigans.

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sparkypantaloons · 2 years

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A Straight Blade

Bruce teaches Jason how to shave.

At first, Bruce is too stunned that his son alive, to do much more than internally scream Jason's name, everytime he sees him.

A strange mix of love and guilt and joy, shame and fear and relief, flooding his veins whenever the Red Hood shows up. Or is heard over the comms. Or is mentioned by literally anyone within ear shot.

Because that's Bruce's boy. That's his Jason and he's back and he's alive and he's not dead!

And okay, yes, he's also absolutely furious with Bruce. And alright, so maybe he keeps trying to kill his brother's. But he's alive. Jason is alive. Jason, Bruce's son. His darling boy.

It takes a little while for Jason's fury to subside. And Bruce will be the first to hold his hands up and say that okay, maybe he could have handled that whole situation better. But every interaction with Jason overwhelms him.

Because every interaction is a flood of emotions he has spent years of his life trying not to feel. Guilt for letting Jason die and relief that Jason came back. The fear that he might lose him again and so much love he doesn't know where to put it. How to let it out.

Jason's return to the fold is slow. And to begin with, it's strictly Red Hood business. Bruce doesn't see him without the helmet for months at a time. And when Jason is without his eponymous Hood, it's usually because something has gone horribly wrong. In which case Bruce is too busy trying to fix things (and not implode with panic) for him to notice much anything else.

Which is why, he supposes, it's taken him so long to notice just exactly what it is that has been (literally) staring him in the face for a while now.

He's sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, slowly making his way through a plate of bacon and eggs, even if it is one in the afternoon.

Damian is sat beside him, a half eaten bowl of soggy cheerios pushed away, as he colours in one of his drawings. His tongue pokes out the side of his mouth.

Across the table, Jason watches the ten year old. His pancakes and berries are untouched.

Patrol last night had been a struggle, with only Batman, Robin, Orphan and Red Hood on patrol they'd been outnumbered from the start. Dick was injured, Steph had finals and Tim was undercover with Kon (Bruce tries not to think about whether or not that's a euphemism). Even Kate was out of town.

So of course that meant there was mini gang war down on the docks.

The four of them had put on an impressive display holding things together. At least, until Robin was sucker punched in the head, that is. The blow had come from behind and knocked the ten year old out cold, sent him falling into murky waters of the bay.

Orphan had him out in no time, but Jason hadn't let Damian out of his sight since. It made Bruce's heart skip a little.

"What're you staring at, you old creep?" Jason mutters darkly, stabbing absently at his pancakes.

Bruce shrugs, "I'm not staring—"

"You're staring." Jason scowls. "Knock it off."

Bruce dips his head in acquiescence. Truth be told, he had been staring. It wasn't often he got to spend any real time with Jason, even less so out of their suits.

Before he'd died, Bruce had known Jason inside out. How his shoulders raised when he was nervous, or the way he twitched his nose before a lie. The cowslick that fluffed up his curls and the dimple on his right cheek. How he walked and talked and slept and ate. A thousand tiny details only a father could see.

Jason is so different now. So much bigger than Bruce had ever imagined; broad and tall and strapping. His face has filled out, with a handsome brow and strong jaw. And his skin is free of so many of the scars he had before. Even his eyes are different. Now a golden green, instead of the deep blue they had been before.

But there are still tells of the old Jason hiding there, just beneath the surface. Bruce just had to keep the younger man around long enough to rediscover them.

Like the way he still clicks his tongue when he's bored, or rocks on his heels when he's impatient. How he pushes his hair to the right (Bruce can't believe for a second he's brushing it) just like fifteen year pld Jason did, or huffs a breath through his nose when he's annoyed.

All the signs that the Jason who was and the Jason who is, are the same sweet boy are there. And Bruce doesn't to miss a single one. There's already so much he missed.

"What happened to your face?" Bruce asks, reaching his hand for Jason's jaw.

Jason bats his hand away, looks at Bruce as though he's lost his mind. "Probably the three hundred goons I had to fight last night?" He bristles.

Bruce ignores his son's irritation. He touches a finger to his own cheek. "You're bleeding." He taps twice. "Just here." There are more than a few similar marks, but Bruce doesn't want to push his luck.

Jason bristles again, cheeks turning pink. "I cut myself shaving." He says, and swipes at the cut with the cuff of his hoody.

Damian makes a clicking noise with his tongue, and Bruce knows the barb is coming. "I'm amazed you haven't taken your own head off." He snarks.

Jason shoves his chair away from the table, temper flaring. "Well it's not like anyone ever taught me, is it." He hisses. "That's enough of this haunted old dump. I'm out."

He heads for the door. Bruce watches him go with a pang in his chest.

It's almost six weeks before Bruce sees Jason without the Hood again. The younger man is coming off the back of a nasty toxin, has missed patrol for most of the week after being hit by some of Poison Ivy's spores.

Bruce knocks on his apartment door mid-morning. Knows the recovery period is just about over.

Jason opens the door in his pyjamas, groggy and unkempt. "What do you want?" He grunts.

Bruce holds up the bag in his hands, he's brought supplies. "I brought supplies." He says.

Jason eyes him for a moment, like he's considering slamming the door in Bruce's face.

"The supplies include chocolatines." Bruce adds.

Jason makes a face of disgust. "It's a pain au chocolat you animal." But he steps back to let Bruce through.

Bruce makes his way to the kitchen. Tries not to despair at the run down apartment Jason is living in. Doesn't want to scare him off by offering to buy him the best the city can offer.

Instead he busies himself with making tea, sets the pastries out on a plate.

Jason slouches at the kitchen table. He still looks wiped out from the toxin. Skin pale and stubble almost beard. He watches Bruce with narrowed eyes.

"Et voila." Bruce says, placing the Earl Grey down in front of the younger man. Just a dash of milk, no sugar.

He tears off part of one of the croissant, dips it in his own tea.

Jason wrinkles his nose at the gesture, but doesn't say anything.

"How're you feeling?" Bruce asks eventually. The pastires are all but crumbs now, the tea only dregs.

Jason shrugs. "Fine I guess. It wasn't that bad." His shoulders are up by his ears.

"A decent shower and you'll feel much better." Bruce offers.

Jason shrugs again. Doesn't say anything. He eyes the bag of supplies on the chair next to Bruce. "What else did you bring?" He asks.

Bruce takes a deep breath. If he's not careful this idea will go horribly wrong. "Supplies." He says again, and Jason rolls his eyes, so he adds quickly. "Shaving supplies actually."

Jason stares.

"Well, I—" He cuts himself off. Tries again. "I'm a little late." He says. "But if you wanted, I thought I could teach you how to shave."

Jason's cheeks turn pink and he looks like he's fighting back a retort.

There's every chance the younger man will take the suggestion as a slight. And just as many chances that Bruce will scare him off, too familiar too soon.

Jason keeps his eyes fixed on the floor, shrugs his shoulders even higher. "Um. Yeah, okay." He mumbles without looking at Bruce. "Sure."

Bruce tries not to look too excited.

He gets Jason to shower first, the warm water softening the skin and hair follicles. Then they stand together in the tiny bathroom, wait for the mirror to defog.

Bruce lays out his supplies beside the sink.

"So you have three options." He says, as he does so. "Option one is your straight razor." He puts the pen-knife looking contraption down. It has a refined wooden handle, and a gleaming silver blade.

"Second is your generic razor." He holds the plastic packaging up that contains the razor. "This one has a moisturising bar. I hear it's the best a man can get." He says with a wink.

Jason rolls his eyes with a grunt, but there's a small smile playing at his lips thst he doesn't quite manage to hide.

"And third." Bruce says, holding up a black box with silver writing. "Is an electric shaver."

He turns to Jason. "What do you reckon?" He asks.

Jason shrugs, eyes his options unsure. "Which one do you use?" He asks.

"I like a straight blade." He says, "but it's not always as convenient as the other options.

Jason shrugs, non-commital.

"Let's start with the straight blade. If you can get this right then the other two are a cake walk."

Jason nods and Bruce pulls out some shaving gel. "Okay, you've already washed on the shower, so first step - lather!" He says, squeezing some of the gel into Jason's hands.

Jason rubs the gel on his face, head tilted back as he looks in the mirror.

"Make sure it covers everywhere you're going to shave." Bruce says, gently guiding Jason's hands down under his chin. "You want it to be a good lather, so really..." He trails off, takes over from where Jason's hands have dropped to make sure the gel is properly applied. Rubs circles over Jason's jaw line and up by his ears. Jason's eyes are distant, as he does, like he's trying not to think about something.

"Okay." Bruce says, after he's rinsed his hands. He picks up the wooden handled razor, pulls the blade out to a right angle. "You want three fingers here, between the scale and the shaft, with your pinky on the tang and your thumb just below the blade."

Jason blinks stupidly. "Huh?"

Bruce holds up his hand to show him. "Like this, see?"

"Then, you want to hold the blade at a thirty degree angle from your face and do short, sharp strokes down your face. In the same direction the hair grows." He hands the razor to Jason. "You don't want to apply pressure, just lightly touch the blade to your face. The angle should do most of the work."

Jason stares at the blade wide eyed. "Err..." He says.

"Do you want me to show you?" Bruce asks. He takes the razor back as Jason nods.

"Okay, tilt your head slightly." He touches his fingers to Jason's chin, gently angles his head. Stands so Jason can see what he's doing in the mirror. "See how I'm holding through blade?" He gently lays the cool metal on the side of Jason's face. "Just short, little strokes." The blade lightly slides not even half an inch down, bringing away the stubble and foam as it does. "You might need to do it a couple of times." Bruce says, repeating the motion. "But nice and easy is the way to go."

"Okay." Jason swallows, then "Show me one more time."

Bruce ends up shaving half of Jason's face. Showing him how to manoeuvre around his ears and down his neck. Under his nose and over his chin.

Jason does the other half. Much slower.

"That's it." Bruce says, tilting with the blade as Jason reaches his neck. "Just take it nice and slow."

Jason finally finishes, turns his face right then left to look in the mirror. Runs a hand over his chin. "Not bad." He shrugs, small smile on his lips. There are two nicks on the side he shaved himself, but nothing too serious.

"Here." Bruce hands him a tiny shred of toilet roll. "Pop these on the cuts."

Jason does so, watches at Bruce gets even more out the bag. "Okay, use the towel to make sure all the gel is off." He says, chuckling as Jason ducks the towel that flies at his face. "Then we moisturise."

He squeezes the aftershave moisturiser into Jason's hands, motions for him to rub it over the freshly shaved skin.

"And that's it." He says. "You're done."

Jason surveys himself in the mirror again. Gives Bruce a small smile before looking away. "Thanks." He says. "I'll have to get me one of these." He hands the straight razor back to Bruce.

Bruce shakes his head. "Keep it." He says. "Just make sure you keep it sharp."

Jason nods, mumbles his thanks. Pretends not to notice the golden T. W. monogram on the handle.

"This is foolishness." Damian scowls, face flecked with shaving cream, the remains of a popped balloon in his hand.

Tim jabs him in the ribs with his finger. "If we lose it's all your fault, Damian."

Damian's scowl deepens, Bruce swipes the razor out of his hand before he tries to disembowel Tim with it. "It's just a game boys." He says.

"It's so much more than a game." Steph says with a smirk, waving a perfectly 'shaved' balloon at them. "Looks like the batgirls are going to win again." She says triumphantly, high-fiving Babs.

"I hate game night." Duke groans. His hair is full of shaving cream.

"Sorry I'm late, losers." Jason announces loudly, as he walks through the door. "Some of us have jobs."

"You don't have a job." Cass deadpans.

"Gimme that." Jason ignores her, takes the blade from Bruce. "How many balloons to win?"

"Five, zombie-boy." Babs says. "You don't stand a chance."

Jason gives Bruce a quick wink. "We'll see about that."

Bruce feels his heart skip.

#batfam #batfam fic #spbfic #jason todd #bruce wayne #batfic #batdad #batfamily fanfic

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twistmusings · 1 year

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is it possible to get octa + being given oral? first time being asked for it, how they approach their partner, ect. ty!

Octavinelle - First Time Getting Oral

CW: NSFW, literal first experiences with oral.

Note: They're all 18+, though since it's a first time sort of deal they're a bit younger than I normally write them, some minor praise kink, gagging mention (Minorly in Jade's part).

Azul Ashengrotto

Depending on how they ask, Azul may or may not fully understand what they're asking him. Certain euphemisms or ways of phrasing it will go right over his head. For example: he would understand what they mean if they say they want to "go down" on him, but if they say "blowjob" or "give head" he's going to have literally no idea what sex act they're referring to. (Not that he's not onboard.) He didn't exactly do a ton of research into porn when he came on land so he isn't super familiar with the human terminology.

That being said, he would be both excited and kind of nervous. They do have oral sex under the sea, of course, and he's excited at that prospect, but at the same time... Human anatomy is different right? They need their throats to breath, and humans seem more fragile than Merfolk, so he worries if their throat would be alright or if there's risk of injury.

The other thing that hits him after he agrees to it is... how sanitary is it? Azul hates the idea of mess and it seems like it would be risky to have someone putting their mouth there. The good news is that he's going to be very thoroughly and freshly washed when they do go down on him.

He gets real fixated on his grooming, actually. Azul's human form has some... features that he doesn't have in his Cecaelia body. Namely, body hair. He's not bushy by any means, but if he's having someone go down on him he wants it to look nice for them so he'll trim it neatly and make sure it's short enough to not get in the way. He might also daub a little cologne on himself, too, just to make sure he smells nice before the act.

When they actually get to the act, he's going to let them decide what position is easiest and what pace they want to set. It's not like he has any real frame of reference, here, so he's more than happy to let them guide him here. (Even if they don't have any practice either.)

He has no idea what he's meant to do with his hands. He will sit there and hover-hand if they don't give him some signal that it's okay for him to touch their head or shoulders while they go down on him.

The area just under the head is very sensitive-- maybe a bit too sensitive. If they focus on licking at it or around it he's going to eventually start squirming from it feeling overwhelming.

The first time they actually put his dick into their mouth and he gets to feel how hot their mouth is around him, he literally cannot keep his voice down.

His favorite part is catching them looking up at him. It makes his whole body go hot and he feels very desired.

He will cum fast, but he will give warning before he does because he's considerate. He doesn't really have much preference of if they want him to cum in their mouth or pull out, but he won't cum on them. The sight of his own cum on their face both makes him feels bad and makes him kind of want to gag because he is squicked out by the texture.

Floyd Leech

Floyd is very excited that they asked. Seeking out what sort of 'fun' things he could do in his new human body was like one of the first things he did as soon as he was on land because he was curious. He thinks it looks like it would be fun, and since he knows that Merfolk do something similar he's pretty confident it will be fun.

Floyd's grooming pretty regular. He'll shower and make sure he's clean right before his date with them, but he doesn't really fuss with his body hair or anything. He might draw a little heart or smile on his body where they will see it when they take his pants off just to play with them. He figures if they like him enough to put his dick in their mouth that they probably won't mind too much if he doesn't... uh... whatever mammals did to their pubes to make them fancy. (He doesn't know, he's never really cared to be honest.)

Floyd isn't super picky about the position or the "how" of it, so he just lets his partner pick what they want when they're ready.

He's very handsy when they go down on him. He likes to touch anything he can reach-- their hair, their shoulders or the back of their neck, their hands (if he can reach). He likes their attention on him and the blowjob is great, but giving them gentle affection while he praises them really makes him feel good.

His favorite is when they test to see how far they can take him. He likes having the excuse to praise them, and he likes seeing them get excited by the praise.

He's pretty vocal in general, actually.

He probably doesn't realize he's meant to warn them when he's about to cum and ends up cumming in their mouth. His only frame of reference is porn, after all. He will apologizes if he realizes they don't like that and admit that he should have checked with them, though.

Jade Leech

Of course Jade likes the idea-- he also looked up porn as soon as he came onto land, though has consumed significantly less of it because he finds it largely unappealing. He knows that it's the same general concept of oral sex under the sea.

Jade also grooms himself thoroughly and trims his body hair. He makes sure he looks well maintained and will make sure to shower shortly before their date so that he's fresh for them. He's not super particular about much else, though.

He would prefer to have his partner go down on him while he's standing up. The idea of getting to watch them kneel for him makes him hot.

During the blowjob, he likes to pet his hands through their hair, and will murmur a compliment or two while they work. He's not super vocal, though.

Though he realizes it's not likely to happen given it's their first time, he finds the idea of being allowed to fuck their mouth to be hot. He feels a little mean for it, but he gets off on the way they gag a little if they take him too deeply into their throat. He will shelve the topic for another day unless they ask him to do it, though.

He will ask before he cums where they prefer it to be, because he's a gentleman.

#answered;;#nsfw;;#twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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9 Ways to Tighten Up Your Novel’s Middle

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We’re midway through Camp and around now, some of you may be starting to experience the curse of the saggy middle. This isn’t just a euphemism for what happens when the need to meet your daily word count target becomes all-consuming and takes precedence over your daily exercise routine. Nope, it’s that bit where the doubts about your story’s structure start to creep in… Is that storyline really as gripping as you first thought? Would the hero really make that choice…?

Unfortunately, writing the midsection of a novel is tricky—it’s where the hard work happens, the plot is driven on, characters grow and plans are tried (and fail). With this part taking up around 50% of the word count, a good rate of momentum is vital to carry the reader with you from your perfect beginning to the novel’s climax. So, how can you pep up your prose? Here are some tried and tested methods:

1. Get your outline in order.

Even if you’re a pantster, a rough outline can really help you keep on the right path. Create plot points on index cards (or virtual index cards) to view your ideas and where you plan to go with them. Does each point flow logically with the final goal in mind?

2. Check your antagonist.

Do they draw the reader to them? Is their motivation strong, and do they have enough power to make their anti-goal achievable? A good antagonist is sympathetic—but remember, not more so than the protagonist.

3. Make it complicated....

Is your protagonist meandering from A to B? Why not make their life difficult? Throw in obstacles—then make them bigger and more complicated. With every heroic step forwards, does the villain also come closer to a win? Crank up the emotion. Make that hero earn their prize.

4. ...But not too complicated.

Nobody loves a story where the protagonist can’t catch a break. Add some wins for them, however small. Keep a spark of optimism alive to make their continued motivation to succeed believable.

5. Fuel inner conflict.

No matter how determined your hero is, a good dose of inner conflict is the ideal tool for throwing them off the right path, raising the stakes and leaving the reader rooting for them to overcome their turmoil. Pull them in opposite directions between their inner and outer goals - a struggle is compelling reading.

6. Raise the stakes.

What does the protagonist have to lose—or gain? Reinforce and heighten this as the story goes on, and remind your reader of the consequences of various outcomes.

7. Weave in a subplot.

Show the reader (and hero) the dangers of failure through a secondary character’s eyes.

8. Throw in a midpoint reversal.

An unexpected turn of events throws the plot sideways: shock your readers or tease them with a will it / won’t it event or a secret. Change up what the reader thinks they know to make the end unpredictable.

9. If all else fails...

If you still can’t find the right way to firm things up, reset your brain by going for a walk, taking a nap, or playing a word game to revive your energy levels or maybe find the inspiration you need. Often, just disengaging your conscious mind and encouraging your subconscious to mull over your plot can be enough to tip you over into a flow state once again. Best of luck!

Julia Pierce is a former journalist who now writes for fun. She’s also a director at Literature & Latte, creators of the writing app Scrivener—the perfect tool for planning out, adding structure to or editing your book. Get some writing inspiration on the Write Now With Scrivener podcast here (https://podcast.scrivenerapp.com)

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god you make me so hungry. that's not any kind of euphemism. i legitimately want to eat you. pick you up in my claws and let you peer into my mouth before tossing you in and catching you gently with sharp fangs. using my dextrous tongue to savor your taste a little bit. you're so small compared to it. adorable. a perfect little morsel.

how long could i suck on you like that - tongue wrapped around you, massive wet muscle massaging enzymes into your skin that make you so wonderfully itchy - before you gave up and went limp. after all, your struggling and begging is part of the dining experience – as well as the tiny spurts of salty flavor i get if i focus my tongue in a certain place.

i wonder if you'd realize i like your struggling. putting it together in that tiny, unfathomably inferior brain of yours and then begging even more frantically, realizing that your desperate cries for help and salvation are keeping you alive for longer. every time you stop, you get just a gentle bite between serrated teeth – not enough to hurt you, just draw a bit of blood. tastes just as good as the rest of you.

you'd probably stop from exhaustion eventually. that's alright. i'm sure you'll be plenty motivated to scream your miniscule lungs out for Mistress when i start chewing. i know it hurts. of course it hurts. i'm eating you alive. why are you surprised? i am the personification of eternal hunger, after all.

if you give me a good show, maybe i'll tonguefuck you before tearing you apart next time. if you keep being such good entertainment, maybe you'll earn the privilege of getting broken in on the cock of a goddess much more powerful than you. of course, you have to earn those rewards. as cute as i think you'd look screaming and crying and begging me to kill you now instead of prolonging the pain for what seems like eternities, you can't just have those things immediately!

what would be the point of worshipping me otherwise~

AHDHDNANHNSND GOD GOD YYES AUHSHHDA MHMM <333

I... tend to lean towards the more willing side... screaming, thrashing, begging for my life because I realize how happy it makesnyou~ how much you enjoy the feeling of me desperately clinging to my last little lifeline~

God god GOD THATS SO ABSURDLY HOT <333

Wrapped in tongue, moaning, squirming as your saliva soaks me- little hums of approval deafening, as I see sharp ivory teeth larger then my entire body- that familiar, pleasant, itchy feeling is just so lovely~ can you blame me if I climax?

And GOD I love the idea of getting exhausted... dragged to your teeth, easily drawing blood- letting out weak little whimpers as you savour the crimson liquid...

You're the personification of eternal hunger, and I'm desperate to keep being used, to keep being a plaything, to writhe and squirm and scream and moan because it makes you so happy~

A good little morsel.

#thanks for the ask!#crueleve #fave

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Complete Midnights Gaylor Lyric Analysis

Okay so there’s a lot to unpack and I haven’t done an in-depth analysis in a really long time so please forgive me!

To the best of my ability I’m going to analyse the lyrics of every song, and then another day I’ll analyse the 2 music videos. Please be patient with me ❤️

1. Lavender Haze:

I think this is really self-explanatory. As we all know a ‘lavender marriage’ is a bearding agreement between two people. Within this song Taylor talks about the comfort of a lavender relationship, as it gives her freedom to live her life without scrutiny. However, in a heteronormative society people ‘only see a one night or a bride’- essentially to be married, or date around and be endlessly slut shamed for it. They want her to marry Joe, which is the ‘1950s shit they want from me’ which I assume she doesn’t want to do if she doesn’t have to. ‘They’re looking at my history’ AKA they’re comparing this relationship to her others, how long they dated for and if there was a ‘proposal’ e.g. Calvin and Tom being her two most serious ‘relationships’

2. Maroon

I think hetlors have quickly come to conclusion this is about Tom Hiddleston very quickly, which is funny because this is very clearly about Karlie.

‘Like you were my closest friend’

‘Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé’ Karlie was her roomate

‘The one I was dancing with in New York, no shoes’ I don’t even need to explain this

‘The lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon’

‘The mark they saw on my collarbone’

‘That’s a real fucking legacy’

3. Anti-Hero

There’s nothing particularly gaylor about Anti-Hero, it’s more of a complex deep dive into Taylor’s worst fears and trying to take accountability to some of the things she’s done.

4. Snow On The Beach

So many parallels to ‘you two are dancing in a snow-globe round and round’

‘My smile looks like I won contest, and to hide that would be so dishonest’

5. You’re On Your Own Kid

‘Summer went away’

‘It’s okay we’re the best of friends’

‘So long Daisy May’ I mean c’mon 🌼

6. Midnight Rain

Again, the hetlors seem to be pretty convinced this is about Tom Hiddleston for some reason.

‘He was sunshine’ Karlie’s nickname of course

My interpretation of this was how much a toll bearding takes on a relationship and your own mental health.

7. Question…?

I would very easily categorise this as a kissgate song. The song uses she/her pronouns throughout.

‘Good girl, sad boy’ Karlie represents Good Girl fragrance

‘Have you ever had someone kiss you in a crowded room?’

‘Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?’

‘She was on your mind with some dickhead guy who you saw that night’ Josh Kushner obviously

‘Did you ever wish you could still touch her?’

8. Vigilante Shit

Nothing particularly gay, I think this is a song about Scooter Braun/Kimye. Maybe you could interpret it as revenge on Josh Kushner for ‘stealing’ Karlie?’

‘Draw the cat-eyes sharp enough to kill a man’ who does we know that always has cat-like eyeliner? 🤔

9. Bejewelled

Firstly, the music video is gay as the cows come home.

Having Dita Von Tese in the video!!!!

The building she enters in the video remarkably looks like the one in the Good Girl fragrance advert.

Is it the Empire State building? Idk I’m British haha

10. Labyrinth

I think this song is sonically very inspired by Imogen Heap. It seems to be very much inspired by anxiety and longing. It’s about being scared to fall in love.

11. Karma

This song is EXTREMELY queer coded.

‘Karma is a cat sitting in my lap because it loves me’ is a euphemism for pussy, obviously.

12. Sweet Nothing

A controversial opinion from me, but the way this song sounds like a nursery rhyme and the lyric ‘The pebble that we picked up last July’ I honestly think Taylor considers Levi to be her son. More proof to support this is in the Anti-Hero music video where Taylor hypothesises she’ll have two sons, which is oddly specific. I think having a Kushner baby to monopolise on that money, power and influence is a great way to ‘get the castle’ in the end. Just a theory, don’t drag me for it. ‘Dancing in your Levi’s’ is a very specific lyric in Cardigan.

13. Mastermind

This perhaps the most gaylor song on the album. It outlines about everything was carefully crafted.

‘And the touch of the hand lit a fuse’

‘All the wisest women had to do it this way’

‘What if I told you none of it wasn’t accidental and the first time you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me.’ As we all know, Taylor and Karlie actually met before the Victoria’s Secret Show, at a different event. ‘I layed the ground work’ Perhaps it was always her plan to get Karlie.

14. The Great War

This is definitely about 2016. As we know politics, kimye, Karlie, Scooter Braun- it was a very dark time for Taylor.

‘Maybe it was her’ the gayest lyric ever.

15. Bigger Than The Whole Sky

This is clearly about regretting lost love, it could be about anyone- Emily, Dianna, Karlie? I don’t know.

16. Paris

This is the definition of loving in secret. It talks about staying in a hotel or in the house, but playing make believe you could be anywhere- even Paris.

Paris is a song by The 1975 also.

17. High Infidelity

Firstly, I think it’s important to mention that Zoë Kravitz was on a show called ‘High Fidelity’ which was on Disney+ where she played a queer character. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’m planning to so will look for Easter Eggs 🐣🥚

I feel like this possibly could be from Karlie’s POV ‘Storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle’ is pretty on the nose. ‘You said I was freeloading, I didn’t know you were keeping count’ could refer to the fact they lived together.

18. Glitch

This is about drugs. Or, it could it be about being bearding because of ‘it must be counter-fit’ ‘Someone else’s playground’ ‘2,190 days of our love blackout’ Weren’t we talking about Love Lockdown a while back? Karlie was in Paris at that bridge?

Lyrical parallels to ‘every bait and switch was a work of art’

19. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

I’d like to take a moment to appreciate what a tune this is.

I honestly feel like this is about John Mayer.

This reminds me of a certain abusive relationship I was in, and it really hits home. 😢

Really feels like a particular relationship of a man being emotionally abusive to a younger girl.

20. Dear Reader

This is about Scooter Braun, and Taylor imparting wisdom.

That’s it! Let me know if I should dissect the music videos too! 🌼💎🕰

This is best I can do at the moment! Haven’t had much time to listen to the whole album more closely, but when I do I might add more to this ❤️🦋

#kaylor #taylor swift #taylurking #ttb #gaylor swift #zoë kravitz #midnights #karlie kloss #kaylor timeline #lyrics analysis #lyrical analysis

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UNHOLY Dave York x F!Reader Fanfic

Summary: Dave York has always been a very clean man, sharp as the tools he uses to kill the targets, firm on his morals, even if that’s contradictory for a contract killer. But since he saw her, entering a mysterious club after a job, his life has been shaken.

Obliously it was an idea that came to me after listening to Unholy by Sam Smith in a loop. I had to write for the daddiest of daddies

Sharing is caring, if you like it, please reblog or leave a comment. The only way more people can enjoy the content being created in tumblr is by reblogging. Thank you. Please read the warning before. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: infidelity, mentions of blood, violence, sex, drugs. Dave is kind of a stalker even if the reader is into it. But I understand it can be triggering to some. Descriptive Sex in general.

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He has always been a clean man. Keep himself neat, freshly shaven every morning, punctual, sharply dressed. Maybe it was the military in him, still constricting him in those

routines.

But lately he’s restless, he doesn’t sleep and he wakes up sweating, throat dry and thirsty. He runs, music blasting on his ears. Runs until his calves burn and his chest hurts when breathing deeply. And yet he feels it, can’t get rid of it.

Daddy

He feels dirty.

It got out of her lips so softly, breathly, she had stopped biting the silk of the pillow where it left a damp spot where her mouth was. He had never particularly liked it. The acting, the fake words, he didn’t indulge in those fantasies. If he ever thought about it, it turned him off rather than enticing. But hers was different

Her skin was soft under his hands, hard hands grabbing the curves of flesh on her hips while he clashed his body into her, again and again and again. He couldn’t get his eyes out of it. Her tight, warm cunt took him whole, her lips stretching around him. Both of their skins were dampened by their pleasures and sweat. It was engraved on his brain. Burn in there.

He carried it like the scarlet letter. A for Adulterous, red and throbbing, as his cock got every morning thinking about her. Begging him to be back, to commit more unholy things.

And he had never been a very close man to his morals, his career being full of sins, carried by the Government or privately. He couldn’t be a religious man, a pious one, and in that he didn’t feel shame for things he did. His job gave his family a good life, that was the most important thing.

He had never lied to them, well, he omitted most parts. But never lied.

The crude truth of his life was painted by euphemisms, in half sentences he never finished, veiled by the conviction they were safer if they didn’t know. So he felt good about omitting it.

But she was different

Daddy, please harder

He ran faster, harder. His feet slamming on the park’s pavement.

Please please

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Eden didn't advertise itself.

Only the people that knew it had its location. It had the right unassuming appearance from outside and the right hidden spot in town. Around old construction buildings close to the docks, nobody went there at night.

In the dark, nobody noticed the cars stopping and the various types of people that get out of them looking for something.

Dave didn’t know what it was.But the target came here…too much.It’s the routine that kills them, the patterns they draw around their lives that create a very specific time, a very specific place to die. No fate or God.

He recognised the type of place. These people always came to one of those secret places that hid their guilty pleasures, either drugs, sex, gambling, or a combination of all. The trade for flesh wasn't his thing, at least not the one that's related to pleasure. His flesh business was not about the pleasure one can get from one's own body and the bodies of others. His, was related to the mortality of it, its expiring date. Every name he got had always a fastly doom date. He didn't take pleasure out of it. It was cold and matter-of-factly. Money and death. Simple.

He entered the place casually, it seemed like his brain had been left behind as the target’s one was splattered over his car seat. He got the card out of his still warm hand and entered.

Since his younger years, when the boys from the base got out for a few days like wolves, and they dragged him to the cheapest strip club, he had never been back to a place like that.

But this one was not cheap. It was luxurious and decadent. So many types of bodies, people from all genders and races. Creating a canvas of human flesh and lust.

Huge spider lamps, crystals floating in the air,the workers flowed around the tables and the red velvet sofas, engaging in drinks that spilled on the ground, laughter and moans mixed with the music.

She caught his eye almost immediately. She danced around, her hips drawing circles. She got the eyes of many on her, the bills falling around her like confetti. She kneeled sometimes to get a few on her thong or on the straps of her bra.

Her body shone on the pink light in glitter and sweat and Dave felt a need to lick her and taste her.

Just leave the girl a few bills and go

He thought. She was mesmerizing indeed. Playfully, she took off her bra and dropped her body to the bit of the music he didn’t know. She laid down on her stomach at the end of the song, the costumers eager to leave her some more tips in the thin straps of her thong.

He approached casually, a dollar bill on his hand, he reached for her and she curved her body like a cat, watching him, eyes piercing him like she could read his thoughts. Weren’t everybody’s the same? Why single him like that?

Everybody in that room wanted to touch her, kiss her…

Thank you, she said, her makeup was strong on the eyes, glitter on her pupils and her false lashes, lips glossy like a cherry.

He stood there like an idiot, until she left. Her flesh jiggled with the dollar bills falling down from her.

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Second time, he couldn’t say it was just out of curiosity. He willingly decided to go. To enter Eden and look for her.

He had been imagining her for days. Her skin shining under the pink light, her eyes watching him, piercing him. Her body just for him, under his arms.

But again, when she was dancing, people were around her already. He sat at the back. She went out to dance every half an hour, turning for the various scenes until he completely understood the system. He was being creepy, and drinking much more of what he should.

By the time she finished the last scene, she disappeared. And after an hour he left. Defeated, feeling pathetic. The mid-forties crisis had finally hit him hard. Running to strip clubs in the middle of the night to watch a stripper girl half her age.

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The third time he arrived early, a Monday, the club was way calmer, even the music was softer. He had a whiskey in his hand. The lights shone in his golden ring and the amber liquid.

You're lonely

She appeared out of nowhere. He had looked for her, going around every pole to see if it was her dancing, Dave had resigned himself and told himself not to ask about her, he didn't want to look like a stalker.

That time she wore black lingerie and a soft transparent gown above it. Her make up was not as dramatic, but her skin still shined and from that distance he could smell her. Something sweet and fruity mixed with the oil from the pole.

She sat next to him, hands under her chin, observing him. He didn't say a word for a bit, and when he saw her doubting. Her long heels clicking on the stool to get up and leave…

" Yes" he finally answered

"Let me keep you company then"

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The conversation was full of lies. They knew it. She made up a name, a life. She pursed her lips every time she had to make something up, like a little mischievous smile.

The thing is Dave didn't lie. For days he had been lying about where he went.

"I kill people for a living"

She laughed out loud

"Okay, does it make a good living?" she moved her finger over her cocktail’s glass

"Yes, it does"

"How much does it cost?" she drank a bit, her eyes didn’t leave him for a second

"That depends "

" On what?"

"How and how many resources are needed "

"What if you had to kill me?" Dave noticed how she pressed her thighs, her feet slightly touching his leg

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know, imagine" she shrugged

"You would be cheap"

She laughed out loud "ouch, you're calling me cheap?" she pressed one hand over her chest

"No, as I said. It's the matter of how and resources. You won't cost much so I don't have to charge much"

"I don't think so. This club is very secure and nobody knows me…not really"

"And yet I entered here, without being invited previously with a card which isn't mine"

"Still I could be any other girl"

"Maybe"

"You wouldn't be able to find me if I ran"

"Maybe not immediately"

"How long would it take?"

"Give it 3 days"

"Alright, three days" she drank the rest of her cocktail and extended her hand. He shook it.

She left her scent on him, the glitter stuck on him. Small shiny particles on his skin even he washed his hands, once, twice.

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She danced with her eyes always searching on their faces.Usually she didn’t care, they were a blur, a blur of hungry people. She left them with the fantasy. She was not real, nor them. Eden was a dream. A dream of freedom and pleasure without shame, and then they got out of here to the dim world.

She didn’t know why he stood out. He was wearing all black, jeans and a hoodie. Usually Eden’s residents came wearing their best clothes, the place was a cause for celebration. He stood out like a sore thumb, but yet nobody noticed, just her. He did not move at first and when he put the bill on her, she trembled but she fixed her eyes on his. Dark, wide eyes, striking features.

There were beautiful people on Eden, even if beauty was not the point of the place or even required. And she didn’t care, she knew the beauty or the lack of it didn’t mean a thing here. She was protected, but people could step out of line really fast no matter how angelical they may look on the outside. And she didn’t engage with any customer because it could get ugly, even if she found somebody attractive, she didn’t risk it.

But him. There was something in his eyes…he made her feel naked, seen even under all that fantasy, glitter and drama that surrounded Eden. Even if she was almost naked, his eyes were like knives carving over skin, muscle, blood, bones and marrow. Until it was only her.

She had seen him coming a few times, but he never approached, he never asked for her privately. When she saw him alone one day, she decided that it should be her that approached him.

She didn’t believe a thing men said in here. She knew what she was to them, so she lied too. Built up their fantasy. But for a moment, she believed him.

Three days. He hadn’t appeared in three nights. So maybe he was full of bullshit.

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She put her feet in cold water with a sigh. After the shower, she calculated the bruises looking at her naked body in the mirror. It was late at night or early hours in the morning, when somebody knocked on her apartment's door. She didn’t wait for anyone, nobody even knew about her house, her real life.

She threw in a bathrobe and opened the door.

“You gave me three days,” he said. He wore similar clothes to the first night he saw him “I must admit it took me a little bit longer” he pronounced her name, her real name.

it gave her goosebumps. It should be bad, it should be a warning. And yet she opened the door, leaving him enough space to enter.

“And now what?” she whispered "are you going to kill me?"

"No"

He entered the apartment and closed the door.

"I have no reason to do it" her back was against the wall, her chest breathing in and out deeply, waiting.

"Yet you are here, what for?"

"Honestly? I don't know either" he smiled briefly, almost shyly

"So is it true?" She asked "you kill people for a living or you're just crazy?" She knew she was playing with fire, if he was indeed a murderer or a mad man, how could this night end right for her?

"I'm pretty sure the first one is true. Of the second I'm beginning to think it's also true"

He approached her. His hands were covered in black leather gloves, he took the one on his right hand off.

“Why?”

He touched his naked hand, passing his thumb over his skin.

“I kept washing my hand to get it out, that glitter from your skin”

“I’m sorry” she mumbled

“I washed it until my skin was red,” his gaze was fixed on his hands, like he was talking to himself rather than her “I thought if I didn’t see them, I wouldn’t think about you so often” he did then look at her. Those dark eyes she’d been chasing on the crowd, finally connecting to hers.

“I thought about you too”

“What did you think?” he finally touched her, his hand landing over the bathrobe’s belt

“About you finding me. I tried to see if you came back”

He smirked listening to her admit it, and her breathy voice and how her body pulsed to get closer to him. He lowered his hand passing softly in between the layers of the bathrobe to touch her sex.

“This excites you, me chasing you, coming to your house late at night, a complete stranger” His index finger parted her lips, he marveled at how soft she was, warm and slick, he found no resistance to enter her.

“Yes”

She didn’t have to confess, her body was already speaking. But she couldn’t stop. Any alarm her rational brain had activated was long gone when he undressed her.

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Finding her was simple. Just a few clicks on his computer. What took three days was his inner struggle. He shouldn’t do it. Her name and address stood there on his desk for a long time. Even then he had waited outside her house for hours. He climbed the apartment building and knocked on the door thinking he could just show her that he did what he promised and then go.

Why are you doing this?

He had a desperate need for her to see him. All of him. And he needed to see her, to be buried inside of her and look deeply at those eyes that had been pierced on his brain for days.

She was different at this hour. No exaggerated makeup, a simple white bathrobe, tired eyes. She was scared at first but there was something, maybe curiosity, maybe lust.

When he confessed he felt liberated, but then Dave saw the desire in her eyes, he had to be sure. Her body responded to him, her legs parted, her curls were damped and warm.

She let him undress her, the soft cotton falling down revealing her body, still fresh and keeping the warmth from her bath.

Dave kissed her skin, from her neck to her breasts, capturing the last droplets of water still running down her tits. Her long nails scratched his scalp and he hissed. She held on his shoulders when his kisses ran to her stomach and the valley of her sex.

“Where is your room?” he asked, a soft kiss over her curls

She grabbed his hand to the bed. Before it, she undressed him in silence and mimicked his affections, going from his neck, to his chest to his belly dropping kisses until she was on her knees.

“Lay down for me” She nodded at his command

He held her hips, her scent hit him and nothing could have stopped him. Dave kissed her thighs, marveled on how her skin molded under his hands. He parted her legs and watched at her sex openning for him. Forbidden fruit, too sweet to refuse a taste.

He licked her and kissed her until she trembled. She was docile and languidly turned around when he pushed her down the mattress. She looked at him like days ago, eyes fixed on him, curving her back and pressing her ass up.

“Fuck me, please”

Dave felt dirty, the ring that held his vows still on his hand while he held her hips in the right position to fuck her. Pulling in and out from her. In the back of his mind there was still some part of him that reprimanded him. But her whimpers took him back to the surface, to the sin of the flesh he was committing. There was only him in her, and her wetness on him, on his chin, on his hands and his cock. He was surrounded by her. She held him tight inside her, squeezing him

The first time it was just a whisper, a mumbled word that he almost heard.

Next time she said it, he was far up in her, pushing something inside of her that made her tensed instantly and wet him even more

Daddy

He stopped for a second, he will remember for days how she turned to him, her teeth leaving the pillows, her lips soft and swollen.

Daddy please dont stop

Dave started his pace again

Daddy please harder

Please

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His hair was glued to his forehead, her skin glistening in sweat. The cool air of the morning was drying the sheets. He had found the kitchen and grabbed her a glass of water, he cleaned her while she watched him with a soft smile.

They didn’t say much. Dave left her asleep and promised himself he would never be back.

But day after day he woke up feeling her, smelling her, wishing the pressure of his fist was hers. Nothing alleviated the hunger. He ran, he took more jobs he could handle, he tried to be good.

But there he was again, willingly going to commit unholy things. She was asleep the second time, he got in her bed in silence looking at the roof until she turned and found him there.

“Are you lonely?”

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wellntruly · 1 year

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M*A*S*H - Season 9, misc. notes

Honestly I should probably retire feeling as I do that I have finally reached the Ultimate M*A*S*H note,

“Must you have every conversation nude and wet?”

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For reasons I COULD NOT TELL YOU, the first episode of Season 9, but just the first one, has its own solo horn theme song orchestration, and when I tell you I was not prepared!!!

Here have an indicative video of my reaction from when I immediately alerted Jody to this

I promise I’d only had (2) gin, Suze, & lemon things

“What about BJ? He’s gotta be a bridge player, he lives in the suburbs!” Must feel so great to just get bodied by Father Mulcahy.

Oh, Margaret & BJ in this casually collaborative daydrunk register is VERY fun. This is what you guys get trying to corral a pair of flirty blondes.

We just got a product placement for this. Allowed.

Honestly, who was like, it’s gonna be raining, hard, whole episode. Amazing. And They Were All So Damp.

……Klinger has a pair of gay chinchillas. This is not extrapolation this is real.

Any time they turn Hawkeye into Dr. W.H.R. Rivers, that’s the business.

I will someday have to go down the entire imagination rabbit hole of them actually moving camp. Hawkeye just indicated they moved 5 months ago. That’s wild.

Can’t believe I’m only just now asking, but what on earth are they winding on this phone? Update: it's powering the battery!

New Season Nine Theme Song II is actually maybe the most similar to Theme Original Era and it’s giving me some emOTIONS THAT ARE NOW BURSTING FORTH AT THIS CONTINUING JAZZY BACKGROUND MUSIC INTO THE OPENING SCENE LIKE WE USED TO OMG

Idly tracking what light makes Alan Alda’s hair look the most grey and which the most dark is a foolish errand, but one to which I apply myself. Natural lighting is a factor.

“Any father of Margaret’s is a father of mine.” Hawk you already have two dads, easy.

“Educational materials” is such a good euphemism

Sometimes I have to stop and think about how Sherman Potter is a doctor, and then my heart kinda melts over him. He’s regular army who went medical <3

BJ is now wearing the pink shirt WITH the vermillion suspenders AND the patched hat. Best with/and credit I’ve seen in a while.

Oh Mike’s doing a winter episode, hey!

Helmet cloche over the snacks…this speaks to me

Interesting, I find this time of death plot more morally dubious than you all seem to!

Having it suddenly be December 31, 1950, THE earliest we’ve ever been stated to be, is so deranged. :) Hold on let me pull up my Wikipedia history notes titled “KOREAN WAR FUCKING TIMELINE”... okay, yes: the front was so chaotic at that time

NAVY BLUE PARKAS????!

Okay good the coats are a plot point

HILARIOUS to now immediately skip forward a month and a half

Never mind, INCREDIBLE to be like, time is meaningless here 😎 all of 1951 in one episode

Not tan Margaret’s 1980 feathered hair too….

Everyone uses BJ to wind yarn. This we love.

The meta irony of them pretending to be cold while it’s canonically hot……..yes.

“You blow one more kiss, Pierce, and those lips will never walk again.” Been TOO long since a line like this and a gay little draw-back from Hawkeye, particularly at a senior officer.

I kind of like everyone calling him Max, now. Feels cozy.

BJ waking up and mildly going heyy, what’s going on, do I need to go with you to wherever these large Marines are taking you---strong shades of BJ Part One

Twice now in the last two seasons I’ve seen Hawkeye pull on a pair of pants and belt them over his T-shirt, and then the next time we see him full-length his shirt is its usual untucked. They simply refuse to change the established character design silhouette any more, and I’m like, just once?? Haha okay, just realized part of why I get amped about the dressy uniforms.

Appreciate that Potter has NO patience for Wagner, on, hilariously, purely political grounds. I mean valid.

Klinger finally meeting his Canadian friend from the radio :: me finally meeting a mutual from the internet

Charles: “Noo, you chimney sweep.” INCRedible

I will take Harry Morgan’s pronunciation of “Au revoir” tenderly to my grave. “Ohhh reh-vore”

BJ is so annoyed. He does not like Hawkeye soliciting sexual favors with wine. Which is funny as his opening remark was to offer sexual favors for the wine. In many ways, this episode is shaping up to have such a "Season 1" effect, for good or ill.

AND Klinger in a dress again! “your coquette look” coquette…Potter….

Oh okay it was the Season 1 Commentary episode lol

Just so simple and effective and timeless to predicate a whole episode on “one of our characters is injured”

BJ curling away from everyone like a dog with a hurt paw, oh boy

Strudel, I do not think you are “BJ’s doctor” in any way except that you would like to be

EXTREMELY in love with ~*A Potter Production*~

Specialist: “Way to find out fast is to lift that middle finger, see how bad it hurts.” BJ, at Hawkeye’s hesitation: “Go on, you’re just following doctor’s orders.” OH GODDD

We gotta…..we gotta not be filming up Alda's bare thighs again. Now it’s a pattern.

BJ lying on his back, eyes open in the dark, not even pretending he’s falling asleep just thinking his thoughts in the new Night Thoughts time he’s been granted by circumstance: me my two summers without AC in New York City. He's got it right.

Margaret, respectfully: cute buns

Gonna need to do a real “Computer, enhance” on this postcard pinned by Hawkeye’s bed that does not appear to be to him.

Okay definitely is this addressed to a Mr. John Murdock, in Seattle, Wash. It appears to be from Victoria. Set dressing department, no one wanted to write an absurd fake postcard to Hawkeye? Are you kidding? That’s the best assignment!

Oh my god, Margaret’s cute buns are a plot point!

Klinger’s striped pantaloons...

BJ, you’re 6’4”. Or nearly.

A type of humor that will always get me is when the person stuck listening to someone fret over a situation they are entirely imagining just pivots along with whatever it is this minute. "No wonder Peg is leaving you!" just killed me.

This is not the kind of joke that normally makes me laugh, but I’m losing it. I think it’s that everyone is so baffled, just silently listening to this surreal butt rash talk echoing in the middle of the night, peering quizzically up at the speakers like…….wat

Madly in love with this episode description that feels exactly like those fake Star Trek: TNG synopses that writer was posting. I think it’s the incongruous A plot/B plot paired with a qualitative value judgement, something that’s usually more the purview of an audience.

What you must love about Klinger is that he always gets the right outfit for the job

Ding ding ding, our second “SNAFU”

It happens so rarely that I've never gained any protection against it, I am simply NEVER ready for Hawkeye to mention Trapper. GOD. I freeze! Heart and limbs! And then to just go on, depressedly: “Trapper John goes. No problem, there's plenty more where he came from. BJ Hunnicutt---same size, same shape.” Ha ha YIKES? YIKES to all of you and me!!!!!! Wooow!!!!!

And they took Frank Burns, and sent you Winchester. You snap Henry Blake’s in half. Hawkeye….! Alan. (dir.)

EXCUSE ME HIS NAME IS IGOR STRAMINSKY? LOOOOOLLLL

Just love Hawkeye in this mode, intent and askew with a strange fey air. Trapper would be spending this whole episode keeping tabs on him [DON'T touch me]; BJ is basically nowhere to be found. Perhaps understandable given earlier Hawkeye said that he was just one warm body replacing another. LORDT, lately this show is really getting like, have you considered Hawkeye/BJ, bleak? And I’m like …..huh! Oh???

Innncredibly discomfiting for you to be calling him Ben, reporter

Wow Potter I’m obsessed with this painting where you’ve rendered Hawkeye as a wry and definitely dead little ghast! Sherman hello???

Charlie is like, genuinely plotting how to maim or murder this man.

Must you have every conversation nude and wet?

BJ....[short sigh], there's no need to be so combative about missing your family. Again.

Hawkeye, tired: “Well look at the bright side: at least you have me.” BJ, also tired: “You’re gonna have to shave.” Honestly the more they make Hawkeye/BJ into something rather grim and downtrodden and transactional the more I can believe it's happening, haha uh oh! Oh no!

This scene is perfect. This is a perfect scene. Ogden Stiers delivering his recorded will in exactly the right tone, Alda and Farrell listening out of focus in the door window with exactly legible enough reactions...

Whoooo is your tall card friend, Margaret! Who calls you “kid” 👀

Oh another odd tone this episode that I am so interested in, what’s going on!!

Of this and the other "Hawkeye's jokes are a symptom of his complex traumas" episode, this one is hitting him SO much harder about it, positively You're In A Narrative shit. Elated. Alan. Again.

Just self-identified as Ben Pierce. Everything’s going, excuse me, bottoms up.

“Our own clean-cut, adorable, soft-spoken BJ is a perverse genius.” When are we??!! This was still true in early S6 at the ABSOLUTE latest. This has not been true at all for nearly three years. Clean-cut! What! Soft-spoken. At this point BJ yells in every third episode.

Waaaait a minute, don’t malaria pills give you weird ass dreams? Well this has incredible potential. Perhaps not here, but for me.

Thank you for the return of Margaret & Hawkeye: Buddies. Hawkeye: “Alright that does it, I’m putting him on report. How do you do that?”

Okay is this gonna be the only M*A*S*H episode that ends with a scientific note about medical advances since the 1950s?? Can all of them???

I have been wondering for nine seasons now about the PA announcer we have never seen. Wonderfully banally surreal. This comes entirely from the same realm as Radar's clairvoyance and I support it with all I am.

Hawkeye has phantom allergies and after their tests are inconclusive it takes all of no seconds for them to start offering garlic and essential oils. NOTHING IS NEW UNDER THE SUN.

Continuing to glimpse Margaret hovering outside and hollering in suggestions whenever they open the door to the showers is SUCH GOOD STUFF

I appreciate the uh, SEVERITY of how badly Hawkeye has deteriorated in one scene cut. I did play a game later with my therapist friend called When Would YOU Call The Psychologist, and she also would not have picked Sidney over like, an ALLERGIST, at this moment. Granted I would like them to call Dr. Freedman every episode on the grounds of I love him.

Well I am deeply enjoying the psychological detective show this one has turned into. It’s so tactile! Will Sidney find an meaningful object in one of these boxes that explains Hawkeye’s psychosomatic sneezing?? Haha what a House M.D. episode.

Ah so your mom was still alive when you were six. Your mom was gone by the time you were what, 10? Oh honey…

Of course little Hawkeye almost drowned. I don’t know why that fits for him but it does. I guess because we've seen him experience quite a number of upsetting things while sopping wet. Hawkeye, dripping water and distressed, is a regular visual feature.

Gooodddd one of the best odd little things this show does sometimes is give us lines that don’t make sense, and we think we must have misheard, and then realize we didn’t, and then the floor feels a little loose.

Wow so we’re just gonna open this one directly with Swayze, huh

Wait okay, in the space of showing up for his second scene this ep I’ve come around to Rizzo. I think it’s that he’s always been crouching. It makes his deep raspy voice so funny from this angle. You just come around a corner and aw JEEZ it’s that baritone rat again with his little rat craps game. I thought we told you to clear outta here!

“Don’t think of it as a den, Father, think of it more as a…rec room.” Ogden Stiers….

You know who else’s characterization has moved more into a realm I find less interesting as the years have gone by? Father Mulcahy. He’s more what you might expect from a priest in a MASH unit now, usually around just to get righteously worked up over things. In the early seasons he was kind of lost and unsure and dorkily funny, askew from everyone else, but sweet and loved. Henry Blake tumbling into the Swamp and nearly hitting him with the door, swearing, then going “Oh I’m sorry Father I thought you were a regular person,” and him just cheerily, bashfully going “Quite alright!” as he ducks out. He was, above all, a model of empathy and forgiveness. He loved them, as Jesus loved, and so forgave them all their ridiculous, drunken, horny goings on, and was worried but content to just be kept as their sort of pet chaplain. Mulcahy in the later years has a MUCH much stronger sense of judgement, and is frequently quite caught up in his own even rather self-aggrandizing issues, to the point of sometimes being blind to the struggles of those around him, like is going on here. And he always figures it out, but like, I don't know it just feels more typical to me.

“Tasteless but at least it’s not funny.” Haha Margaret

Radar??! Hawkeye, misty: “That little twerp, just when I thought I’d gotten over him.” </3

“Just cuts and bruises—I’ve come home from dates in worse shape than you.” Hawk, don’t toss more kindling on this low-burning fire in the corner of my mind.

I kind of adore Margaret befriending the optometrist. They both LIKE each other a lot, in a completely platonic way.

I ADORE MARGARET AND THE OPTOMETRIST PRETENDING THEY’RE HAVING AN AFFAIR AS A BIG OL’ LARK

I also like Hawkeye and BJ taking bets with each other where they bet the same thing and then just exchange their money

Mulcahy: “What time is it in Iowa?” Charles: “1882.” I laughed so long.

Kellye holding the injured nurse’s hand. <3 They’ve been pals for seasons on seasons. I don’t know her name!

This felt like, appropriately war-is-hellish, while still maintaining their wry humor. This was real good.

Hawkeye’s French toast recipe has so many textural components...

Reeeally love the strange, moving simplicity of Charles just desperately asking this dying soldier, “What is happening to you?” Yeah, good episode!

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Gemstones Episode 3.3, Continued: A fire dance, a limp wrist, a phallic sword, and Balkan beefcake

Cousins' Afternoon: The Gemstone siblings and their partners sit on cabana chairs, insulting their cousins, the Montgomery boys, while they swim in the trout pond. Kelvin lays on the femme stereotyping, even flashing a limp wrist. This will be important later.

Keefe, who of course looks at men's crotches a lot, points out that Cousin Karl has a lot of pubic hair. Kelvin quips "Looks like he's got a chinchilla up there!" It sounds like he is making a mean joke to draw attention away from his interest in what men really have up there.

The Fire Dance: For their entertainment, Keefe performs a highly erotic fire dance in the waning light, near a path lit by a thousand fires. I am reminded of Coleridge's "Kublai Khan":

A savage place! as holy and enchanted as e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted by a man wailing for his demon lover.

Keefe here is the demon lover, pure erotic energy, offering his mouth, butt, and penis simultaneously. He is the new Messiah of Muscle, rejecting cozy, tepid phileo, friendship, for the eros, erotic desire, that promises ecstasy or damnation.

Early in the episode, Kelvin couldn't admit that they were lovers. Now Demon Keefe shows him that they are. He has never been sure if his desire for Keefe will lead him to heaven or hell. Now he knows -- both.

Background note: The dark, disturbing music playing is "Balkan Sex God" from A Serbian Film, 2010, which regularly appears on lists of "the most disturbing films of all time." It features Srđan Todorović as a retired porn actor drawn into starring in a snuff film.

Cousins' Evening: A huge dining hall, with the family and cousins using just one table, Keefe and Kelvin sitting across from each other instead of side by side! Why does the staging back off from depicting them as a couple?

Kelvin pours on the femme stereotypes thickly, limping his wrists constantly as if he's in a 1920s pansy act, and coincidentally or not puts his "wedding ring" on full display.

Uncle Baby Billy pretends he's the host of his Bible Bonkers game show, where families compete at Bible trivia. He goes around the table and asks each of the "contestants" their name and what they do for a living. The Montgomery boys work in landscaping. Then it's Keefe's turn. He is ready to speak, but Baby Billy skips him with a rude "nuh-huh," angering him. But it's not a homophobic snub: Baby Billy skips over BJ, too: "You ain't family." Only born Gemstones count.

Next it's "the weirdo boy with the puffy muscles," the second and last reference to Kelvin's physique this season, and maybe a euphemism for "gay." But Kelvin refuses to participate.

Lick his what?: Jesse and Cousin Chuck pair off for a question from Genesis 40, where Joseph, in prison, interprets the dreams of the Pharaoh's butler and baker. It should be familiar even to non-Evangelical viewers from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, but Jesse gets the answer wrong. The trivia contest devolves into a knife fight, which ends when Cousin Karl begins choking. Everyone rushes to help. Jesse yells "Heimlich his ass!"

Keefe asks "Lick his what?" Of course he has misunderstood, but the line emphasizes the interest in backsides that he has displayed all season.

You never disappoint: As he evening ends, Amber and Jessie offer to give the Montgomery Boys a ride home, identifying them as friends.

Then we see three couples heading home.

First Baby Billy and Tiffany. They decide to stop on the way to have sex, followed by waffles.

Next, Kelvin and Keefe. Kelvin praises Keefe's sausage dip and fire dance, and gives him some loving glances. Keefe raises his phallic swords from their hilt, suggesting arousal, while the darkness surrounding them makes the scene very intimate. When Kelvin says "You never disappoint," it is nearly the equivalent to "I love you," as well as a precursor to what will happen in the next episode.

Then BJ and Judy hug while singing "Gonna have some hot sex tonight."

The couples are presented in parallel. Although Kelvin and Keefe don't mention sexual activities, they are bookended by couples who do, making it obvious that they, too, will be "having some hot sex tonight." The marital problems are over, for the time being. The end.

The full review, with nude photos and explicit sexual references, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #tony cavalero #adam devine #bj barnes #Judy Gemstone #Chuck Montgomery #Robert Oberst #Balkans #Fire Dance

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