#my only design point going into this was the fucked up teeth i think literally everything else was changed

[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Dating things with the obey me boys and Solomon

HeYy, this ones a little shorter than usual, sorry! and holy crap thank you for 40 followers! Y‘all are so sweet💋

These are small things you and the obey me boys do in your relationship! It’s kind of like small drabble ideas, but I hope you enjoy!

Lucifer

when he stays up late to work you bring him that sleep tea (yk the one he threatened you with) and then drag him to his bed while he‘s fast asleep

The next morning he‘s had an amazing nights rest and he doesn’t even know what happened

You like putting your cold hands under his shirt, or on his arm because this demon is always warm

You bought him one of those cheap candy necklaces as a joke but he wears it everywhere, everyday- he looks so happy wearing it too, even though it’s subtle

Mammon

You guys make each other handcrafted jewellery

He keeps all of it in a special box where he saves all the stuff you give him

Always when he holds your hands he intertwines his fingers with yours because it gives him reassurance that you won’t just disappear (coughhhh nightbringer)

In the morning you two literally brush your teeth while the other one is showering or something, and you list all the things you need to do today while he adds; „don’t forget to see me at my gig“ or „we also need to go shopping“; literally just some excuse to spend time with you

Leviathan

He‘s got a literal book of all your likes and dislikes, going from food to games, and always when he finds out something new, he scribbles it inside;

On a random Tuesday he pushes a gift box in your hand with something you really wanted without you even asking for it! Cutie

You make sure he gets his nutrients, so everytime he’s caught in a gaming session, you bring him food and spoonfeed him

He used to get really flustered but you do it so often he git used to it; just imagine:

„Fuck! Leronzo theres a huge spider right there! You have to destroy it!“ , Levi shouts, he slightly turns his head towards you, opens his mouth and lets you feed him, chews and starts shouting again.

Satan

You make him bookmarks that he doesn’t use, but instead he hangs them on his wall (or window) so that he can gaze at them

You probably style him, so that his outfits have a little bit of drip (sorry for that) and ever since then he looks wayyyyy more attractive

You guys name cats that you see on the street

Everytime you guys go on dates and you wear heels, you say that your feet hurt

So he made a habit of carrying you over his shoulder (like a sack), his hand around your legs, the other hand carrying your heels

Bonus points; if you’re wearing a shorter dress or skirt he puts his jacket around your legs first before carrying you- what a gentleman 🤭

Asmodeus

No matter how busy you are, every friday you guys have a spa date in his bathroom where you gossip and talk

Every time he has a new design idea he goes to you and shows you his work, because he trusts you the most obvi

Always when he does his makeup he lets you apply his lipstick because he likes the focused look on your face when you concentrate on his lips and his lips only

It‘s become a habit for him to randomly go into your room with news and just talk in the doorframe before leaving again-

Beelzebub

You guys have your own personal menu for almost every restaurant you frequent; in it you write the the name of a dish and put stars next to it, rating how much you like it with an additional picture with how it looks like

Every time he works out, he calls you to sit on his back while you do your own thing, and then he does his set of like 2000 push ups

When you go shopping he literally just holds all of your bags without complaining- and when you ask how you look in literally any outfit he says; „you look beautifu“l, EVERY SINGLE TIME

Belphegor

You made a habit of clipping back his really soft hair in some really girly pin while he sleeps because you think he looks cute

He always knows that you clip back his hair so always when he wakes up he saves the pins in a box, looking at it when he feels lonely

I‘m pretty sure Belphies actually a romantic, so every month he plans a super cheesy date for you guys, and he‘ll dress up all handsome and excitedly show you what he planned 😭

Super random but you two have matching pjs and matching socks- the pjs are like farm house animals and so are the socks-

Every time you can’t fall asleep he reads a fairytale to you and he actually changes the character voices

Solomon

You two 100% fight like a married couple, insulting each other, but when some third party person does it you guys give them the biggest glare ever

„You‘re such an idiot Solomon!“ you tell him after he explodes another potion. „Yeah Solomon, you’re an idiot!“ some random demon says, and suddenly you turn around towards them and give them the bitchiest glare ever.

You guys have really cheesy nicknames for each other as a joke; so he calls you scrumptious honeybun and you call him your sweet gum drop

You guys have so many inside jokes

Every time you guys say it, you start laughing histerically and everyone else is just like: 😟❓

Proofread!

All credits go to @belphieslavenderscentedpillow

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon #obey me swd #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie #obey me belphagor x reader

[campbell-rose]

Alastor Redesign

Omg there’s like over 70 people following me – guys I'm o///O flattered and flabbergasted. 

Anyway, onto today’s main event, Alastor. I hate Alastor’s og design, I hate his twig waist and his shoulder pads and the way you can’t see his antlers next to his ears, and his bow tie ugh viv please and his HAIR what even is that??? Not even mentioning that nothing about his design is really like a focal point. There’s no one thing that’s particularly interesting. At least before this he had that cathedral window looking cross on his undershirt that I found interesting. Nothing about his says he’s from the 1930’s other than dialogue. 

I wanted him to be in greyscale because that’s the coolest aesthetic, and colored photos weren’t a thing until way after the 30s. Recently I saw jjk, and Jogo’s teeth threw me because at some points I thought he was just straight up toothless. But then when I started this design, that colored tooth look spoke to me. Initially his teeth were yellow to look gross like he never brushes them, but then I was like ‘ayo wait, he’s literally a cannibal’, thus his vibrant red teeth to really pop against his greyscale. Initially his undershirt was white, but I feel like that was too much contrast and white is typically innocence, so by instead having a deep red it shows he’s just straight up bloodthirsty underneath his formal appearance. I also considered it being black, but then he looked like a pastor, and I wasn’t too much of a fan of it. The idea of the red on his design is that it leads your eye down his design to take it all in, with his face being the focus. I gave him glasses because I like the way it obscures his eyes a bit and I imagine they do the anime thing where they glow and hide his eyes. I liked Viv’s idea of sinners having marks where they died, and I slicked his hair back to show it off very prominently. His antlers are larger, I gave him cute lil deer ears. Also, under his suit he is lowkey buff. I feel like a serial killer should at least look physically capable of taking someone down not whatever the fuck viv’s nasty twig men can do. Like, in that comic with the cute sheep girl, when Alastor goes demon mode his body looks so snappable I just wanna like grab his waist in my hands and break it like a twig. I also tried to keep his design simple as if this were for animation, I know pinstripes are complicated and so are antlers but other than that I tried to keep his design basic. 

If I were to rewrite him based solely on the pilot, I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Alastor is a decent character, his voice actor gives him life, the radio filter is cool, and nothing he did made me want to break my screen (ANGELDUST). The only thing I'd change would be his position in hell. Like, viv’s hell is so wack and I hate it, she’s got the princes, then the goetia and the overlords and then sinners and blah blah, it’s a lot to keep track of, not even mentioning the rings and circles thing. I think Alastor should have had dealings with hell as a human, maybe he routinely did sacrifices or something, and he made a deal with the archdemon Alastor and when he died like... uuhhhhhhh. Maybe through connections he’s gained more power? Idk, I just know I hate the idea of his dying and then having like the bestest most powerful demon powers despite not being hellborn. It’s got this mary sue stench. I’ll figure it out, maybe, who knows. 

I’m not gonna start rewriting since there’s nothing to go off of and alter yet, so that’s gonna have to wait until the show actually drops before anything concrete happens lol. 

Also the sheep girl is a sinner that reoccurs in the show now so sorry I don’t make the rules, you can’t give me a cute sheep girl and try to take her away, I’m gonna redesign her and shove her into the plot as someone looking for redemption at the hotel

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #alastor the radio demon

[icedcoffee-cream]

DOUBLE BOOM. ignore if u like

getting into a hardcore fight with quaritch; snarling, hissing, wrestling, alllll up in each other's faces

he's got you pinned to the ground, he's groping your jaw, slapping your thigh, you're shoving his chest, baring fangs at his sadistic raging expression. and then BAM.

you start making out full tongue, sloppy, rough, unabashed, just full on heat-fucking yk?

@cuethediscoandthedrinks Ty for the request, my darling. I had lots of fun writing this one! (Apologizes if it seems a little fast paced)

The RDA have gyms and private training rooms specifically made for the recoms at bridgehead for a reason. Want to improve your combat skills with a comrade? Want to exercise your muscles? It's the place to go. Whatever happens in there, stays in there. Sudden fights in the main area (or "horseplay") or anywhere other than their "designated areas" is strictly prohibited.

Good thing you didn't give a shit.

It started with small side remarks that gradually turned into snarky comments about his performance about quite literally everything. You poked fun at the way his ears moved or the way he said something, and at one point you even pointed out his ridiculously muddy feet, which caused a fit of laughter to travel among his peers. Quarich wasn't as embarrassed as he was angry.

But, He's used to this kind of behavior from you and isn't going to put in the effort to lecture you over something so trivial. He lets it slide.

That is until you make a comment about failing to capture The Toruk Makto. He pounces on you. "Strictly prohibited be damned" he didn't let anyone insult him like that, not even you.

The two of you snarl and hiss at each other like a pair of animals, nails and teeth puncturing skin. Quaritch has you pinned to the ground with one of his enormous hands wrapped around your throat, while the other is pinching, scratching and slapping at your cheek. Your cries are loud but it doesn't stop you from giving him the same treatment.

Nails having ripped his shirt ages ago, you're able to slip your hands inside to rake your nails against his chest all the way to his stomach leaving red trails of blood. Your legs try kicking his groin but with his weight on you, you fail..

Finally, you've had enough and with one final cry you snap your jaw closed around two of his fingers and bite.

Quaritch shouts as your fangs sink into his skin, but he knows better than to pull them out, he lets go of your throat to give your thigh a vigorous spank. You yelp, teeth detaching from his skin as blood flies everywhere, splotching your nose and In between your eyebrows. The na'vi commander laughs at your pained expressions and gives your face a slap for good measure. Not hard enough to make you cry but enough to make you shriek. You spit any remaining blood in your mouth at his face.

The people around begin to shout and yell but neither of you pay them any mind, but eventually, you notice how quiet it is and somehow you've both ended up outside, right behind a building still in construction, but it's large enough to hide the both of you. No one's in sight and you're still at each other's throats.

Quaritch has you pinned once more, with your stomach on the ground, straddling your behind and queue wrapped tightly around his fist. Ready to pull whenever he deemed necessary. "You think you're so funny don't you?" He sneers. You hiss and attempt to stand, but it only results in a hard tug at your braid.

Honestly, you wish you had paid more attention to those anatomy na'vi classes that the RDA had signed you up for, as you completely forgot just how sensitive these external organs were. Your throat swallows a loud moan, but you're unable to keep down a bitchy whimper.

Quaritch stops, ears twitching. words now suddenly lost on him in his surprised state, instinctually, he takes a obnoxiously loud breath through his nose— smelling

Fuck. He's smelling you.

Slowly his sneer turns into a smirk full of malice. "Oh-ho-ho, you liked that you dirty fucking girl, didn't you?"

Your face burns with embarrassment,... you're not feeling so tough anymore. Again, you try to stand but a large hand swings at your ass. He makes you admit it, pulls your braid, slaps your ass and taunts you until you're forced to open your mouth and tell him that, yes you did like it. You fucking loved it and that you want more.

Soon, your cargo pants are pulled down your thighs, his warm large fingers buried deeply inside you cunt, and his nimble tongue buried inside your mouth as a sloppy wet kiss. It slips out to lick your lips, nose and cheek.

Your own pink tongue slips out to give his lips a lick. Coaxing his wet muscle out again, You begin gently sucking his tongue, encouraging the sweet organ deeper into your eager throat. Quaritch makes a low noise above you while his tongue wraps around your own, giving it a gentle rub. You shove his tongue out again and scream as his fingers curl, twist and thrust inside your pussy.

Your vision starts to blur and you're still recovering from the after shock of your orgasm that you don't notice him unbuckling his pants and slipping his cock out, leaking, pulsing and ready to breed.

Quaritch fucks hard and fast, and the way he fills you up is so perfect, and hot, it's curved in a way that hits all the right spots that make your toes curl. The pleasure is already overwhelming, just having him sit inside of you, but it's when he starts to move. It's over.. You wail loudly in pleasure and cum, hard, clenching tightly his shaft.

He groans but doesn't stop, overstimulating you until you're at the brink of passing out as he chases his own release. Nails digging into your soft flesh until they pass through.

If you had knew pissing him off this much was going to give you a good fuck. Then fucking hell you should've done this a long time ago.

#avatar #avatar: the way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar x you #avatar x reader #avatar 2 x reader #avatar miles quaritch #avatar recom #miles quaritch smut #miles quaritch x reader #colonel miles quaritch #miles quaritch #jake sully x you #jake sully smut #na'vi #avatar na'vi #smut headcannons #headcannons

[crimswnred]

LITG SEASON 7 — STICK OR TWIST: FIRST IMPRESSIONS

a bunch of opinions no one asked for!

ok, so first things first, things I really hate:

MC design. I'm sorry, she's UGLY. she's also too skinny. I hate her teeth when she smiles. plus, where is her hairline?

our outfits. I know they add more literally every week but the ones we have for now are ugly. I just liked the yellow nightwear (?) combo.

no, actually, the hairs and piercings and jewellery are also awfull. it feels like season 4 again 😭

the other girls design. I think the one I like the most is Uma, I think she's pretty although her pose is weird at. but Summer is ugly and Bonnie's design looks rushed.

the season is short as hell with like 33 episodes

now, things that I like:

I'm always optimistic at the beginning of the season, it's my nature, I'm sorry.

all the girls feel unique and they talk in unique ways too. on season 6 all the girls always seemed to say the same things and think the same with only like 2 stand outs (flo and ivy)

the boys have relationships and dynamics among them! like, Bryson and Joyo hate each other. Raf and Alex are really close and talk highly about each other (for ex, when Alex said he would love to introduce Raf to his nephews).

all the boys feel unique too. I don't know if they have unique dialogue, but I think Raf does since our chats always somehow mention Daphne. I need to snoop around a little more.

but their personalities are very different from each other. plus, I think like I know A LOT about them already.

MC's personality. oh my god, she's not obnoxious and annoying like the last 3. I think she's flirty and fun and I loved how she replied to the guys when I wasn't choosing dialogue. she talks like a normal human being, THANK GOD.

also, the episodes were long af. love that!

about the characters:

Uma is my girl. she made a mistake, she apologized, we are good. I like her A LOT, she's confident, she's fun, she's easy going and she's friendly. I think she'll be the "mom" of the casa girls.

Bonnie is also great. I think she's chill and mature and funny. she doesn't really gaf and she's sooo into us (if you're bisexual) to the point she's just twisting to be with us in the villa. she gets along well with the boys and the girls.

Summer. well, she's The Bitch™ of the season. We need a villain and I'm guessing she's ours. She doesn't seem deranged like previous ones, though. she's a Casa Girl and Casa Girls want to get to the Villa, right? can't blame her.

first boy I'm gonna mention is Joyo. I'm not really a fan. he gives me player vibes with his mysterious façade and the whole Geri thing that happened to Bryson.

and I like Bryson. I always have a thing for the Funny Boy™, you guys know me, so it wouldn't be different this time. he's not my first option but he's A option.

Alex is a golden boy. def husband material. I KNOW he'll be a fan favourite. he is chill, easy to talk to and wholesome. all his chats were great. I think he really comes across as trustworthy. one of my options, as well.

now, MY BOY. Raf is ever cuter than I thought he would be. he's so sweet and I find his loyalty admirable. he reminds me of a previous islander (haha and I think you guys know who). he's just... my type.

this is it. would give it a 8. great start if you ask me. but it's fusebox so chances are they will fuck it up in no time

#litg #love island the game #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist #💬

[cmyk-anaglyph-honeycomb]

Hazbin hotel Episode 6 Live Blogging

It's past midnight on a work day I'll see if I can get through this. I'm not editing this good luck to both of us.

SPOILERS

Okay to start, less than a minute in, Charlie wants to prove that a sinner can ve redeemed. But she has no proof. None of the hotel gang are acting that much better than when they started. Sure they get a long better,but that doesn't make them good people. War crimes are usually commited in groups. Comradery is neutral.

So much for Vaggie supporting Charlie, huh. I get not wanting to go to heaven for this meeting, but considering how badly the last one, excluding whether she knows about the contract thing, having support to help talking things out is a good thing. Especially, with Charlie being prone to singing her point instead of explaining it.

Cherry bomb...finally. I'm sorry but the way Angel announced her felt like a sitcom. Cue canned cheering.

He's been texting all day?? I thought he was working with Val for 16 hours straight. i don't care about breaks, its Val we're talking about.

The wall blowing up is going to a constant gag huh.

Charlie inserting her will in what Angel is doing is annoying at best, but a kick in the teeth after the shit she caused in Ep 4. It's not the same thing the wow did she not learn.

[Pen is hitting on cherry. Nevermind with this Im going to bed]

[11hrs later and im back]

First angel on screen, I didn't think the designs for them would be grand, bootleg christian tv special was not what i would've expected.

The static is back. this is going to drive me insane.

The book he's holding is pretty, can't wait to see it in the merch store.

Okay nevermind, only his design is boring. That's a lot of the same-ish color but I like the look of the two new angels.

the short one is Charlie too, I have hope for her- oh god song incoming.

It is literally only his design that's boring, that had to be on purpose. I like the way heaven looks, I like the designs of the residents. everything is good so far.

Buff angels

the song is like a 4/10. Visuals doing a lot of the heavy lifting.

Exorcist lady has a face!? I hope Adam is in this one scene only, there's already been too much of him.

The static glitter is everywhere and I hate it.

So the exterminations are a secret in heaven, interesting. Adam's the one pushing the exterminations!?!? And heaven's just letting him do it cuz he's the first dickbag or whatever, what?

Vaggie's a former exorcist!? That explains why she didn't want to go back to heaven. And the military thing in episode 3.

Okay i get the threat of adam telling Charlie Vaggie's secret, but like, sinners kill each other all the time. Angel goes on killing sprees with Cheery, per the pilot. Pen has had two war blimps. Husk was and overlord, Alastor is one currently. Vaggie killing sinners isn't that much different and if she confess why she she was left in hell Charlie going to forgive her.

Also, why are there children in hell? There's no answer to that that isn't horrifying.

I hate Adam but showing actual evidence should have been the first thing the prepared. Also, a bunch of dictionary definitions, really. At this point they're just incompetent.

Was worried we were going to have a redue of the news broadcast from the pilot but asking Adam how to get into heaven is a neat turn around.

Nevermind it us a redo of the pilot fuck. Why.

Husk- "you want to fick up all your progress-" What fucking progress!?! We as the audience have seen no change in any of them.

Why are the angels upset Charlie said fuck, Adam's been saying it and no one's cared.

Cherry's character is tanking early that's neat. And Pen's hitting on hesr again, ugh.

Great, Cherry's actions have directly pushed Angel towards his abuser who he was trying to avoid, wonderful. I hate this so much.

Why is angel the one getting niffty!?! I wouldn't call what happened with val a win, but it is a step forward

No one knows how to get into heaven, okay. My feelings on that are mixed.

Song #2

It's already been 5 months? so what, an episode per month?

The fire in the eyes of the angel is a neat shot.

thousands of demons, that’s kinda low isn't it. Considering no ine knows how to get into heaven, I'm thinking it might be closer to an even slit with heaven maybe having a bit more % wise.

I like this more than Ep 5.

Was looking forward to seeing cherry in the show, she was disappointing. Kinda a half assed friend. Because she was so pushy with Angel he not only had an encounter with Val, heaven was less persuaded by Charlie's bid for their redemption.

(wrote something else here but it got deleted and I don't remember so oops on that.)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #vivziepop #one of mine #2 cents

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

holiday insanity asks (now I've got Virtual Insanity stuck in my head :'D )

what are your thoughts on chess? are you any good?

what about american football - does it tickle your fancy?

when brushing your teeth, do you start with the top row or the bottom row?

carrots: are there any meals they elevate for you, or do they just fill out the roster?

have you ever hugged someone and wanted to never let go?

thoughts on paper? (be it paper-so-thick-it's-almost-card, glossy paper, old-book-paper, freshly-opened-ream-of-printer-paper, tissue paper, fancy-notebook-paper). Have you ever used special paper as part of a specialist role like idk what paper architects use to draw out building diagrams on but I feel like that stuff's gotta be pretty fancy

do you especially like candles?

are there any interactions with birds you especially appreciate, either recently or when you were younger?

any resolutions for 2024?

have you noticed how the clouds at night seem to be lighter than the sky on one side, and darker than the sky on the other side? like a criss-crossing of two gradients.

secret handshakes - are they all their cracked up to be?

when was the last time you smelt the smell of lavender?

do you have a cooking oil of choice?

[ID:

Jonathan Frakes on the set of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction, looking into the camera inquisitively, while sat at a table full of household objects. The dark and vaguely gothic set behind him is washed out by bright floor lights pointing up at the camera.

/end ID]

started typing a buncha questions & then it started to feel like Jonathan Frakes Asks You Things so I reformatted some of the early questions :D feel free to ignore as many as you like - including all of them if you feel so inclined - hope you have a restful next few days <3

i can always count on you to send asks lol <3

thoughts on chess? hey it's fun, it's a cool game, but holy shit there are some overly competitive people out there. i love creative chess set designs tho.

american football? let me be clear: i grew up in the american south - american football was all anyone talked about. do i understand any of it? no. do i enjoy it? also no. will i take any opportunity to get free food? yes, and so i ended up going to a lot of superbowl parties. i don't like the sport however.

brushing teeth? i actually got up and went to brush my teeth so i could answer this question. turns out i start on the bottom left.

carrots? okay i gotta be honest i have a hard time getting behind the texture of carrots. i think it's because of that thing where a the force to bite through a carrot is similar to how much you need to bite through a finger? anyway the only thing i can really eat them in is something where they match the shape of the food around them (like long strips of them in soba noodles or shavings of them in rice are two things i can get behind)

have you ever hugged someone and never wanted to let go? literally any time anyone genuinely hugs me. (not those silly family greeting hugs - i hate those). but like if someone gives me a hug goodbye, or just out of affection, i physically have to be removed from the hug because i wont let go on my own. (im so goddamn touch starved but we're not gonna talk about it)

paper? christ dude i fucking cherish paper. it's such a mentally ill english major thing to say, but i love the texture of rough paper. i've never used special paper for anything (aside from maybe fancy paper in art class) but i absolutely love homemade paper. it's got such Texture and it's so nice to smell and touch and write in. any paper that isn't perfectly smooth, or has texture is so so good imo

candles? i love candles!! fire is so rad, and i love to use smells as a sensory transition from one project/task to the next. candles, diffusers, gum, and cooking are some of my personal favourite ways to do that.

birds? one of my only memories from when i was younger was talking to a bird outside my window. i just imitated it and it would respond, and this happened all the time. i love birds (as long as they aren't big. fuck that one bird in particular at the zoo) also i fucking love crows.

2024 resolutions? i want to find people to care for. (heads up: deep personal shit) i'm finally in a position socially where im able to be authentic and caring with myself, and now i can turn that care outwards. i've spent the last ~4 years extremely closed off, and im around new people now and want to change that. i don't know if this goal will manifest in a romantic relationship or just deep friendships, but i want to take care of people and make them feel loved in a way i never had.

clouds? YES. dont even get me started on clouds, i love them so much and i find this fascinating.

secret handshakes? i feel like a major part of the handshake is that you show it off to other people, and therefore it's not really secret. i've had my fair share though, so i can't hate on them too much.

last time you smelled lavender? literally right now. like i said, very smell-sensory-oriented, and i have a candle burning right now that has lavender in it.

do you have a cooking oil of choice? i don't use a lot of things that require oil as a major ingredient specifically, so if i just need to have something in the pan i'll actually try to use butter if the food is okay with that. otherwise, i'll kind of just use whatever i have.

#you've always got the best questions i swear #tysm <3 #literally i so bad needed the distraction #holidays are wild atm #ask #asks

[digital-corruption]

Fourth? Fifth rewrite is the charm? 😅

Unrecognisable Part 32

⚠️ Trigger warning: Mentions of past drug and alcohol abuse.

As soon as I spotted the sign for "The Bad Apple" on the street, I knew it was the place. On the sign was a beautiful cartoon woman winking while holding a rotten apple. As we approached, I could hear techno music coming from the basement entrance. Jake led the way downstairs and opened the metal door for me to go in first. Inside was dark and moody, and aside from the spotlights at the various stations, was lit by neon lights that looked like they came straight out of a cyberpunk movie. There were six stations, but only three were occupied at the time with two male  artists and one female artist. The female was the only one to recognise Jake, which immediately made me uncomfortable. She wasn't just attractive, she was gorgeous and her tattoos were so alluring that you could hardly take your eyes off of her. I'd like to think I wasn't a jealous girlfriend, but the way they looked at each other made it clear to me that there was history between them, and the knot in my stomach just wouldn't go away.

"That's Trix," Jake explained. "She’ll be doing your tattoo."

"She is busy today," Trix shouted out. "You'll have to come back with an appointment and not just show up because you feel like it!"

"That's ok, I made space in your schedule for us," Jake smirked.

Trix lowered her tattoo gun and said something to her client, before coming over to us, "What the fuck, Nym!? You can't come out of fucking nowhere, pull this shit and expect me to be ok with it!"

"You were booked for like the next month! This can't wait that long," Jake argued.

"I rather think it could," I interjected.

"No, it can't," Jake glared at me. "Our time here is limited."

"It’s just a tattoo," I shook my head.

"No, you're getting it done now!" Jake stressed.

"Are you using again!?" Trix narrowed her eyes, then turned to me. "Tell me he hasn't been using again!"

"Uh, no, he hasn't," I responded confused as I didn't even know I needed to worry about that.

Jake rolled his eyes, "I've already rearranged your schedule so it's not like you have anything else right now."

Trix tilted her head in annoyance, "My computer is running slow. Fix it."

"I'm not your IT support," Jake shook his head.

"And I'm not here to answer to your every whim. Go fix my computer, jackass!" Trix pointed to the backroom. "After that, we can discuss this tattoo you want done. And how you intend to pay."

Jake sucked his teeth, then responded reluctantly, "Fine. I will be right back, MC."

Trix glanced at me as Jake walked off, "So you’re MC."

"You know of me?" I asked out of surprise.

"Understatement of the year. I still have another 20 minutes or so of work on this client, so please make yourself comfortable," she gestured to the empty seats in the waiting area. I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or mocking me.

"Um, thank you," I nodded nervously. "I am sorry. I don't know what's with him and this tattoo today. He's been suddenly incessant on getting it done right away."

"I wish I could say I am surprised, but this is just how he is," she sighed. "I'll be back soon."

Trix went back to her station and I sat down to browse the various ideabooks and portfolios while I waited. Trix's works were absolutely stunning. Each example was more intricate than the next. I couldn’t help but feel our request was beneath someone of her skill level. I couldn’t understand why Jake was so determined to have her tattoo his red eye on me today. We could’ve gotten it done at literally any tattoo parlour at any time. I didn't understand why it had to be with her. Was it simply because he didn't trust anyone else or was it something else?

I was so engrossed looking at all of the different designs, I hadn’t noticed Trix finished with her client and was sitting across from me just staring at me.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you come over," I put the portfolio in my hands down.

She just continued staring at me, making me feel very anxious and uncomfortable.

"Listen, I think there has been a misunderstanding. I was just wanting a simple design and that is something beneath someone of your calibre," I averted my eyes.

"This is the fabled MC?" She laughed. "I can't say I see the appeal."

"Fabled?" I questioned. "Jake talked about me?"

"Another understatement," she smiled. "He was- is obsessed with you. I'm a bit confused though. He was committed to staying the fuck away from you."

"I don't understand," I shook my head in confusion.

"Oh it's easy, princess. You live up there," she pointed up. "That is somewhere Nym cannot be. The only way he can have you is if he brought you down to our level. And now that you're down here with us, you can never go back up. The question I have is, 'how did you come to be here?'"

"I, uh, I was drawn out by his pursuers. To force him to lower his defences," I explained briefly. "It wasn't really his intention."

"He was waging war again?" She sighed.

"I guess you could say that," I shrugged.

"Well that is mightily convenient for him," she laughed. "But look at you two now, a regular pair of Bonny and Clyde."

"Trix!" Jake called as he returned from the back room. "I don't know what you've been doing to your machine, but it's fucked."

"Sounds like you have your work cut out for you," she smiled.

"Have you discussed the tattoo yet?" He redirected.

"No, we were just getting to that," Trix frowned. "What is it that you want?"

"Jake's red eye, here," I put my hand on the middle of my chest.

Trix eyed me, "Is this your first?"

"Uh, yes it is, why?" I questioned.

"Figures. You've chosen one of the most painful parts of the body to get a tattoo," she pointed out. "So I will have to ask you to reconsider. That is not a position for amateurs. Especially not princesses."

"She can handle it," Jake insisted.

"I'm glad you have such faith in your girl, but that's a decision for her to make," Trix shot down Jake.

Suddenly all eyes were on me. "The pain won't be worse than burning?"

"No, I don't imagine it would be," Trix replied honestly.

"Then I'll do it," I insisted. "This tattoo is for Jake. I can handle it."

Jake grinned, "Then it is decided."

"Just his red eye? Nothing else?" Trix asked. Her voice was dripping with contempt.

"Yes, that's it. Black outlines with red fill," I explained.

"You'll have to come back for the colour later," she added. "Let's get you ready then. Jake, you better get to work fixing my machine."

"What? You need a whole new fucking machine. You have multiple parts failing," he argued.

"Then go buy me a new machine," Trix pushed as she stood up. "Unless you plan on paying for this tattoo with cash?"

Jake sighed, "You just said this will be extremely painful."

"Yes, it will be, but I always look after my clients. You don't need to watch her suffer," she assured him, but there was something about the way she said it I couldn't put my finger on.

Jake gritted his teeth, "Fine. MC, I'll be back as soon as I can, ok?"

I stood up and nodded, "I'll be ok, Jake."

Jake stepped over and kissed me lovingly. Then he touched his forehead against mine while he looked deeply into my eyes. "I love you."

I smiled, "I love you too."

"Excuse me while I barf," Trix rolled her eyes. "MC, when you're ready, come over to my table. I'll start getting ready."

Jake stroked my face with his fingers, "You’re being so brave for me."

"It’s nothing compared to what you went through," I sighed. "It’s just a little pain."

Jake cupped my cheeks and kissed me once more before leaving. I took off my hoodie and went over to join Trix.

"I can tell him that it turns out you're allergic to the ink I use," Trix offered. "You don't have to go ahead with him branding you."

"Branding me? The tattoo was my idea," I frowned.

"I'm sure it was," she responded sarcastically.

"Ok, that's it. If you're not comfortable doing this for your ex's new girlfriend, that's fine. We can go elsewhere," I argued.

"That's not it," she shook her head. "I'm trying to look out for you. I know how easy it is to get caught up in his insanity. He can be very intoxicating and manipulative. The next thing you know you’re agreeing to things you never expected. Or worse, things happen you have no memory of."

"There's a lot of history between you two," I frowned. 

"I really am not jealous of you," she laughed. "I'm well and truly over that. But I did see him at his worst and invested a lot of time getting him out of that hole he had dug himself into. So seeing the news, seeing you here asking for this tattoo, I can't help but wonder if he's starting to fall into old habits again, which makes me less than pleased."

"I didn't even know he had used," I admitted. "But he hasn't been using while I've been with him."

"Not that you're aware of, at least," she smirked. "And I doubt he would want you knowing. No, he would keep you blindfolded while he drags you into hell with him, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he does."

I just looked at her speechless, unable to fully comprehend what she was talking about. "Jake's life may not be full of bright sunshiny days, but I would rather be by his side than living a lie again. I love him. Being next to him is where I belong. If anything, not being with him for all these years only caused the two of us great pain."

"Uh, no, if you were there at his worst, he would've killed you," she lowered her voice from prying ears. "I'm not joking. He was so angry and furious over what happened to him. He was literally burying himself in alcohol and drugs to forget the fire and forget you when I met him. You have to understand, he couldn't separate you from that memory."

"So you were there, I take it? When he was suffering and needed proper help? You did what exactly? He needed to see a psychologist to help him through that trauma!" I snapped.

"Proper help!? A psychologist!?" She burst out laughing. "That's a luxury he can never have! You might as well call the police on him!"

"No, I'll find a way," I insisted. "I'll find someone willing to help him despite his history."

"Knowing some of the fucked up shit that goes on in his head that he barely has a lid on, they'll want to put him in a institution," she warned. "He is a loose cannon, MC."

"Yeah, well, he's my loose cannon now," I narrowed my eyes. 

"You know, I sent him on his mission because he'll get off on watching you in pain," she admitted. "Especially when that pain is for him."

I bit my lip, "Maybe I want that."

"You know, when you get around to making that shrink appointment, you should check to see if there's a couples discount," Trix mocked. "All right, take your shirt off so we can get started."

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake #unrecognisable fanfic

[payservewomen]

It’s official. I’ve genuinely become addicted to a self destructive gumbo of humiliation, findom, and femdom. But it’s far more than that…..I’ve purchased and watched countless “negative affirmation” videos, all of which are designed to cause real emotional pain.

I’ve come to learn that most of the men who are in similar situations, are far less self aware than I am.

I fully understand how and why I gravitated towards various types of self harm. Most of the men I’ve talked to….they are in denial, unaware of obvious issues they’re facing….or they simply have vastly different reasons that they hate themselves…understandable reasons.

At least they make sense! But me? I lost my virginity at 17yo, and had regular sex w/my girlfriend, who I broke up with several months later…I began dating another woman, only weeks later and we started fucking 2months later….I fell madly in love with her….

Years later, I was engaged to a rich woman…tbh she was far more in love with me, than I was her…Point is, I’ve had a relatively normal sex life, until my then fiancée, Emma, dumped me. I was 30yrs old. I’m turning 41 in less than 2 weeks, and Emma was the last girl I fucked..Successfully anyway

1 week after she dumped me, a sexy friend did sit on my cock…but only 1 pump and I wasn’t hard enough to continue. We continued hanging out, drinking etc…but i never tried anything…neither did she

Years later I fucked an extremely obese woman I wasn’t attracted to at all…I lasted much longer this time, maybe even close to a minute, and I was so exhausted, and went limp once again….

Over the next couple years, I went to massage parlors, mostly getting awful handjobs, from old women.

I tried having sex twice….and you guessed it! Not only did I go limp, but I never even got fully erect in the first place!

Oh wait, and another time….u already know what happened…

Past few years, I’ve paid women to be cruel to me. I’ve been beaten badly, had clothing taken from me, having to walk miles home in a thong and tank top. I’ve served as an ash tray, I’ve licked the bottoms of shoes…I’ve purchased used panties online, as well as garbage. Yes, I have paid $30 for pretty girls literal garbage…..I’ve humiliated myself for sadistic women’s amusement…Used my toothbrush in and on my asshole, then brushed my teeth…I chewed up raw eggs, then spit the egg onto my dirty floor, then slurped it back up, spit it into my hands and rubbed it all over my face, then continued edging myself until it all dried.

Look at what I just wrote! It’s all 100% true and there’s plenty more. How can I possibly think that there’s any real chance that I’ll beat this addiction?!

The chances are that I’ll continue paying the domme I serve. Yesterday she told me how much she hates me….and def won’t let me forget how disgusting my body is, and how ugly I am….I’m so desperate to please her…I def think she’s greatly enjoyed bullying me…especially when extremely violent. It seems to escalate every other time, and she recently posted a vid of a girl kicking a guy hard it the face, and she implied she wanted to do that.

I’m scared in many ways, but excited….There really isn’t anything I can think of that I would flat out refuse to do, if she told me to….Like what if one day she tells me to eat her shit? I do not in any way shape or form have a fetish for scat either…but I know that I would put her shit in my mouth, and at least try to swallow it….I am aroused at the thought of eating her boogers or period blood….As I type this, I feel such extreme shame…My dick is very slightly erect but I won’t stop tugging on it

Figure I should flick my balls, because ofc that’s what a loser as pathetic as me deserves

[bondsmagii]

wait but actually can we hear your thoughts about in the woods

actually gnashing my teeth even as I opened the reply box here. alright. but you asked.

In the Woods is a crime thriller/police procedural novel by Tana French, with a bit of an apparent twist. mainly, it's strongly hinted that there are paranormal elements. Rob Ryan, now a detective with the Dublin murder squad, lives in the shadow of the disappearance of his two best friends when they were all 12 years old. he himself was found in the woods, traumatised, mute, unable to remember what had happened, and with his shoes filled with blood that matched none of the children nor anyone on the database. his two friends were never seen again.

when a 12 year old girl is found murdered in the same area as his friends went missing, Rob gets himself put on the case. he hides his own history and goes at the mystery with all the grit of a Detective With A Past. and for the first part of the books, it's good. it's very creepy, very heartbreaking, the characters are all cool as hell, and Rob and his partner Cassie are an absolutely excellent portrayal of a man/woman friendship that's purely platonic and based on professional respect -- a really welcome subversion of the "man secretly loves the woman and tries to "win" her" trope that's found so often in books like these. it was brilliantly written, a lot of fun, and very compelling. but then things started going wrong.

I feel totally unashamed to spoil this book in this respect, because I firmly believe nobody should waste their time. if you pick this book up because you want to know what happened to Rob's friends (you know, the mystery the whole book was marketed on) you won't find out. you never know! Rob never finds out! the murder of the little girl is unrelated! it's her "psychopathic" older sister and the older sister's boyfriend. Rob, a detective, who has been haunted by this disappearance for his whole life, literally just says "sometimes we never know..." at the end and that's it. literally fuck all about it. there's no point at all, and I firmly believe that the author just realised she couldn't fucking explain it and decided to just shrug and say "it is a mystery" and move on. absolutely infuriating, especially because, as I said, the whole book is marketed on this mystery, and all the cover designs are spooky. it literally makes itself out to be a paranormal mystery kind of deal, and then we just get some bullshit about a "psychopath".

speaking of which, this "psychopath", Rosalind, is literally the most one dimensional character I have ever seen. it's clear that French is going for some Hannibal Lecter-esque suave, threatening femme fatale, but oh my god does she fail. Rosalind is cringe. she acts like some emo on MySpace circa 2007 who insists he's a vampire prince. she's supposed to be the criminal mastermind behind her sister's murder because she was jealous of her (Rosalind is 17. Katy is fucking 12.) and in the course of all this she apparently fools everyone, including our seasoned cop, whose characterisation does a 180 as he falls in love with her. he is a total creep about this, and also becomes a total asshole. it's like he becomes a different character. he becomes whiny and stupid and gulliable and emotionally immature. he sleeps with Cassie and then ghosts her, and then gets pissed off when she stops trying to contact him, moves on, and tells him he's a dickhead. (absolutely 5 stars for Cassie, who's the only character in this book worth liking. somebody give this woman a backrub because her shoulders must be aching from carrying the whole fucking book.) he also becomes insuffarably fucking smug, which results in the bit that destroyed this book for me.

if you're following my book rants, you know that the major thing I cannot stand is when books think they're smarter than they are. In the Woods reveals this with the following absolute whopper of a statement, by our narrator, the apparently experienced detective Rob fucking Ryan. when discussing how he didn't realise Rosalind was the murderer for ages, he tells the reader, who by the way he has never directly addressed before now:

But before you decide to despise me too thoroughly, consider this: she [Rosalind] fooled you too. You had as good a chance as I did.

shut up shut up SHUT UP. I knew!! I fucking knew as SOON as she walked into the living room in her VERY FIRST SCENE. I could practically hear the villain music. and this book -- this fucking book -- thinks it's so fucking smart and assumes in the narrative that the reader has been shocked by this revelation? that this try-hard "mysterious" girl who drifts around talking like an anime villain was -- gasp -- behind the murder all along? give me a BREAK!! if this is the brains behind the Dublin murder investigation squad then hooray for all murderers in Dublin, because they're going to get away with it whenever they like. I think I put it best in my earlier comments:

Quite frankly I'm offended that French created perhaps the dumbest detective in history and then blatantly accused her readers of being as thick as he was.

like god. it's cringe enough when a writer acts like their book is smarter than it is, but when they try to wink wink nudge nudge the reader with a smug little "haha! did you enjoy your time upon my Ruse Cruise"? I want to commit V I O L E N C E.

finally I have to go back to the earlier point because I do not want it to be overlooked: if you market a book on a mystery and set it all up like this mystery is going to be the answer to everything, do not then turn around and just say "you'll never know..." like Christ!! I was promised a creepy probably paranormal mystery and instead I got a detective who decided that detecting sounds too much like hard work and Veruca Salt if she'd grown up on true crime podcasts? fuck off!!

#anon #asks

[liianliann]

Humans are so fucking high maintenance.

Yes.

Although we are called "space-orcs" in a lot of science-fiction designs and stories on tumblr alone, and although we may be very dangerous predators who are on the top of the food chain, have incredibly high survivability and endurance, can literally outrun our prey, are the only highly intelligent life on our planet, consume poison for pleasure (Capsaicin, Pepper, Caffeine, various drugs & medicines), and so on, despite all that:

We are high maintenance. For only survival, we are not, no. But in order to live somewhat proper and without much problems, yes.

I was preparing my breakfast, lunch and snacks for the next day this evening, because I had a 12h day coming up (8h school, 1.5h training and the rest walking/public transport), and for these average 12h a day I had to pack in a total weight of 1.5kg of food (with the weight of the container) and 0.75kg of water, and I'm using a small bottle. Without that, I'd go hungry, and would not be able to put in as great efforts as with it.

Hydration generally. Humans need 1-2l water per day. And we, although our entire body relies on microbiological cultures, are heavily susceptible to bacterial infections by dirty water. We need at least 0.5l of clean water per day. Minimum.

Speaking of minimum, our bodies require 6-8h of sleep a night to work, function and focus properly and have enough energy, depending on age and physical constitution. I mean fair enough, nobody in my age group actually gets that much, but that brings clear and mostly negative symptoms with it, aka problems like chronical tiredness, lack of focus, weight gain, susceptibility to illnesses, etc.

Those were just three examples. I could go on about how our muscles, joints and bones are prone to simple injuries, how much we need to look at which nutrients we comsume in which amount to avoid any deficiency, how we can literally develop ilnesses that k*ll us in our psyche/how we are vulnerable to our emotions and thoughts, how one third of worlds population had to get shaped metal rods in our mouths to adjust our teeth because our mouth is too small-

I can go on. But I think my point is proven.

We are badass, compared to other animals. We can be the scary predator. But we are also high maintenance, despite everything.

#science #scientific rant #humanity #science fiction #science facts #rant #just random stuff cuz why not

[cream-and-five-sugars]

ok kinda gotta rant here real quick

people complain about volume 9 being released in the far, far away year of 2023. or later, whatever, the point is it’s not getting released this year.

angy fans cry about how it’s suddenly taking 2 years or more for crwby to produce the content, and that the hiatus is so long and so unbearable and oh my gosh we all will die if we’re being deprived of new episodes for one more day.

like, i get it. we’re all suffering here. but let me tell you something:

rwby still not airing a new volume this year isn’t unusual - airing one volume every single year was.

i don’t know how many people actually know shit about animation. i myself am no expert, god forbid, but i’ve done it. i did 3d animations from scratch and it takes a long ass time and good lord it’s so much work. so fucking much.

i won’t go into details because nobody gives a damn about that anyway. just google “animation pipeline” or something similar, and then mentally add additional tasks like, i don’t know... coming up with the story or post production or sound design or recording the lines with the voice actors and - oh would you look at that, that’s a shitload of time and effort you need to put into each and every episode.

the fact that rwby managed to pump out their new seasons so quickly, in an almost assembly-belt-like manner, really spoiled us, if i dare say.

look at big animation studios like pixar or dreamworks. even they - with their big budgets and buildings full of experts - need sometimes years to complete a movie. rooster teeth is obviously not playing in their league by far, they are producing a show which has an overall longer runtime than a movie, and rwby is not their only focus. like, what do you expect then?

i can only say it again - one season per year is not the norm and it’s not sustainable in the long run. especially when you steadily improve quality all around and grow outside of the main show, providing additional content.

also, just a quick reminder that i am well aware of rooster teeth’s layoffs and whatever other work-related issues have surfaced. and i do care about it, and i’m not trying to defend rooster teeth or justify any of their wrongs here. it’s just the fact that people are really out there, thinking they know better and can do better, when they are just impatient and have no idea how literally anything in the world of media productions works on a professional level.

#not using the main tag because i'm literally just being a whiny bitch #personal

[sonneillonv]

Time Warp - Chapter 1

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"Y'know, Mike Levi is having a house party," Steve says out of nowhere, passing VHS cases between his hands with the steady rasp of whispering plastic. "If you want to go."

"The fuck is 'Mike Levi'?" Billy returns, lounging against the counter with all the aplomb of a movie star standee. Steve's half tempted to stack a bunch of Mad Max tapes around him - and Escape From LA, Terminator, Cobra - and cash in on free subliminal advertising. He might, if the store wasn't deserted. Family Video stays open late, but most of Hawkins rolls its streets up at 9pm.

"Y'know, Jake's little brother."

"...Who's still in high school." Billy removes the cigarette from his mouth just so he can exhale deliberately in Steve's direction. The smoke curls with his unspoken disdain. "You wanna go to a high schooler's house party."

"Not especially," Steve huffs. "But it's not like there's fuck-all else to do. We're gonna have the kids home by eight..."

"You keep saying 'we' like I'm going with you," Billy points out. "I never said I'd go with you."

Steve rolls his eyes, grinning, because he already won this argument. These are the last spasms of a dying man, because Billy is incapable of not bitching. "Whatever, man. You're going with me. It's just a couple hours, anyway."

"They're too old to need chaperones," Billy argues, and Steve shoots him a pointed glance.

"Yeah, and if it wasn't Hawkins, maybe they wouldn't. But it is, so deal." He scoops up the stack of tapes, shuffling them together easily like oversized cards in long-fingered hands, and Billy lets himself be distracted by the movement of those fingers.

"Take Robin," he says absently, drawing smoke into his lungs. "Those fuckin' brats love her."

"Dude, c'mon. She literally took that shift so I could go trick-or-treating. She's working till close." Steve slaps the pile down on the returns cart and eyes him. "Just give it up, man. You're going. Designated babysitter #2. I warned you, a semi-reliable dude with a car is fucking catnip to parents around here."

He heaves a smoky sigh. "I'm not dressing up."

"Yeah, well, I'm with you on that one, but Henderson tells me it's extremely lame not to dress up, even if you're just on chaperone duty. So we're both dressing up. Thought I'd pull my Vecna Mission outfit back together, throw in some aviators, do like a Top Gun thing," Steve reasons.

"Where the fuck is Munson?" Billy asks through his teeth. Still dying, still thrashing against the inevitable. "Why can't he and Cunningham go?"

It's Steve's turn to heave a sigh and eye him. "Cause then he wouldn't have time to prep. Apparently it takes hours to run one of these things." Eddie's planning a special, Party-only D&D session for Halloween night. Dustin has tried begging, bribing, and threatening Steve to get him to play, but he's managed to avoid making any promises. "And Chris is working. She and Rob won't get off until after we're done. But I was thinking, y'know, we drop the kids off at the Wheelers', sit around for a bit, have a beer, pick out our candy tax. Then we can go get the girls and hit the party. I just don't wanna stay in again," he complains, punctuating his grievance with the steady beep of the scanner as he pulls movies out of the return bin. "Monster movie marathons are great for a couple years but I just wanna... I dunno, have some drinks. Be around people. Music."

"Yeeeaaaah," Billy drawls. "Hate to break it to you, Harrington, but your King Steve days are over. You try to hit up a high schooler's house party, they're just gonna think you're in denial about your glory days."

"Dude, it was four years ago!" Steve protests, and Billy shrugs.

"You're gonna be standing in a corner drinking vodka and cherry kool-aid, trying to look cool and actually looking like a has-been. Just the facts," he purrs when Steve opens his mouth, and Steve gives him his best bitch-face. Introducing Billy to Erica Sinclair was a mistake.

"Fine." He slaps another stack of tapes down on the counter. "You got a better idea?"

Billy almost blows it off, but then something sparks and he holds his cigarette between two fingers and exhales slow curls of smoke over his bitten lower lip.

"Y'know something, princess? I just might."

#stranger things #harringrove #harringrovesoningham #billy hargrove #steve harrington

[viviennevivisection]

Session 19 Notes - “A Favor” - 9-28-22

-Ellie gave Cass the “no makeup” makeup look and curled her hair with Alice’s curling iron

-Cass is wearing her usual purple overalls, but cinched! Slay 

-Ellie is wearing a yellow sundress with a white headband and white kitten heels (with the intention of co opting the Riley Smith Look but better)

-Naomi did not change 

-Heading to Ms. Moody’s house for dinner — it has a wrap around porch 

-MM and Ellie (adult) are drinking sweet tea

-It’s giving the house from Practical Magic 

-Jamieson is also coming for dinner 

-Eleanor is grown woman (Alice’s age) but…doesn’t seem to be all there —> in her mind palace 

-“It’s probably not smart to cast in Ms. Moody’s house without her permission.” - Cass

-Jamieson is here 

-“This is Naomi and Ellie! … and Ezra!” 

-Jamieson is gnomish her (kind of) 

-The dinner consists of studio ghibli type food 

-We are saying grace!

-There’s some divine magic happening…

-It acts as a modified hero’s feast…16 temporary hit points

-Jamieson is trying to get a viral GoFundMe to fund the school —> he wants to take a field trip to Idella 

-Everyone loves Woodvale…and no one leaves!

-Ms. Moody literally hates Riley 

-Jamieson has a crush on Cass

-Eleanor has trauma

-Ellie spent most of the dinner chit chatting to/at Eleanor, trying to find a special interest that may bring her out of her shell. She seemed to appreciate it, but didn’t really change. She’s dealing with something that she would benefit from forgetting. She’s stuck on something and when she disappears, that’s where she goes. 

-She may benefit from having an “Ellie” 

-Ms. Moody gave us the cobbler recipe 

-Eleanor Adler (her married name) 

-Going on a walk with Ms. Moody to Talk About Things

-Explaining the internal ley system and arcane virus stuff as we understand it to Ms. Moody

-Woodvale Sickness has always been around — but usually only affected miners. In those days, it used to be more of an inconvenience as opposed to a life-threatening illness

-It’s seemed to have gotten worse over time 

-The Mines closed 30-50 years ago 

-Correlations 

-People didn’t from [from the illness] before Dodder showed up 

-Thought to have been caused by long term exposure to whatever is in the mines (residuum, Ms. Moody thinks)

-Giving MM a crash course in how to read internal ley systems 

-Eleanor’s daughter passed away from Woodvale Sickness

-Going to the Town Meeting

-Vibes are like Gilmore Girls Town Hall in the barn 

-Ezra Darcy!

-Riley is also wearing a yellow sundress, but it looks homemade :) mine is designer 

-Cass is snatching her waist

-Ezra Darcy is a hottie, but we been knew (Markiplier vibes, but like…dirty from work)

-Norman Steele (president of Dodder) has issued an ultimatum for the town of Woodvale 

-The party approaching Ezra and Riley 

-Ezra Darcy: “Cassie!”

-Cass: “You know nobody calls me that.”

-Ezra Darcy: “I call you that.” 

-Ellie to Riley: “Did you make that! That’s so cute! In the city we’re so busy all the time, I basically have to buy designer clothes.” 

-I think this is where an enraged Riley made a comment through gritted teeth that she liked my dress, and Ezra said that they should get her one like it

-Ellie: “Oh, do you want this one? I have so many dresses— you’d be doing me a favor!”

-Nothing about Woodvale Factory makes any fucking sense — with the mines closed, they ship everything here to be made and then have to ship it away once it’s done. There are workers everywhere. Why Woodvale? There has to be something we and the town at large don’t know about. A bargaining chip. Ellie said all of this (a little bit more nicely) and ended up giving a worker of the world, unite kind of speech

-Cass did in fact trap Riley in the mines lmao 

-Cass is revealing that she stole the key 

-“It seems like the mayor’s daughter [dodder] has been..reckless.” Cass has committed the public execution of Riley Smith 

-Riley tried to use her magic item (necklace) — suggestion spell 

-Ellie and Naomi go to the bathroom, Ellie casts detect magic, and Naomi asks DN to follow Riley and Ellie can SEE HER? “Oh my god, is that you? I’m your biggest fan!!!”-DN has agreed to follow Riley, Naomi feels weird because it’s first time she’s noticed an absence as opposed to feeling a presence

-Cass came clean to Judd about not finishing school — that she’s not graduating. “More like Dodder didn’t want me to. I found something they didn’t want me to know.” 

-Judd: “Are you in danger, sweetie?” 

-Cass: “No.” NAT 1 DECEPTION 

-Judd is a slay dad, we Stan 

-Cass “may have an ace up her sleeve when it comes to the negotiation” 

-Cass is asking about Grandad AGAIN

-Ezra Darcy #confirmed has an arcane virus, similar to Heather’s. His internal ley system is weakened like Cass’, but not zeroed like (Gay) Ezra’s

-Ezra had plans to leave Woodvale!

-Naomi can’t cast magic without DN! Omg 

-Cass delivered the superior yellow sundress to Riley via Watts lmao 

-We sent Ms. Moody a magic letter with the information that Ezra Darcy is infected with the AV 

-Grandad was a ranger 

-One day a shift didn’t come back when it was supposed to — seemingly vanished without a trace

-The official story was that there was a collapse from digging too deep. No survivors. 

-Grandad disputed this. He said he saw an unnatural glow and started to feel weird, compelled to keep going when everyone else flat out refused 

-The Miller Curse

-There are other tieflings in Woodvale, but the Millers got hit three generations in a row

-Judd: “I’m so proud of you and I love you.” 

-There are crazy expensive-skeletons everywhere in Cass’ bedrooms — Watts prototypes

-Dark Naomi has returned…

-She showed up Riley storming out of the Town Meeting and scurrying to a nice home — our POV is smooth, like we’re floating — she goes inside straight to the dining room where Charlie Smooth is doing paperwork. There is a suit sitting there as well, smoking a cigar. This man doesn’t have an accent and Cass (watching over the telepathic bond) recognizes him as Norman Steele. 

-The Smiths and Dodder are officially #confirmed in bed together 

-Norman knows! He saw!! (Cannot remember what he knows or what he saw but this note is so ominous)

-“Did you lose a key, Riley?” Norman to Riley 

-THEY MADE MY ARRIVAL INTERESTING?? 

-“Did he fucking come FROM HELL?” -Sam 

-Norman to Riley: “I need you to work on Charlie, he’s been….resistant.” (AAAAAAAAAAAAH) 

-It needs to be of Charlie’s free will that he signs the deal 

-Norman to Riley if she fucks this up: “You know the consequences.” STRAIGHT TO HELL HOPEFULLY!

-Is Norman Steele……….Kirruk? 

“This small town bitch is going to sell the city to HELL to marry some hunk?” 

-What is Riley’s…last name? Smith….Helen Smith 

-Edible Wikipedia Time 

-Looking up an old interview of Helen Smith…she has a slight Woodvalian accent 

-White searching, Ellie finds a news article posted TODAY: Techrono ends partnership with Helix Labs. Quietly the relationship was dropped — and there is a public paper trail.

-WHY? BECAUSE DR. CUNT COULDN’T GET US???

-Danny Wright doesn't know anything about the split (presumably I quit or am fired) but he’ll try and poke around and let us know

-Dr. Cunt was the dean of students at the Aurora Conservatory 

-(Now why are all the deans of students evil? I wish we had spoken to the one in Idella) 

-Cass went around mending various things around the house while everyone was asleep <3 

-Naomi is TRYING to sleep 

-“You see…what you’ve seen before.” 

-“What makes something real anyway?”

-Dark Naomi is suddenly there on top of her, reaching toward Naomi’s cheek as her own face seems to rot and sag 

-Naomi felt Dark Naomi physically touch her

-“You owe me a favor.” 

-The ghost of her touch 

-Naomi is drawn to look outside the window with an overwhelming sense of being watched. Dark Naomi is standing on the wood line with Dark Ezra. “A Favor,” She says and turns and walks into the woods. 

#campaign diary #dnd

[rainbow-dunk]

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my objective making this was to make the design fucked up and evil and tbh i think i accomplished that

#dream smp #mcyt #ranboo #ranboolive #ranboo fanart #body horror tw #tubbo upon seeing this man: i am going to marry him #dhsdfsdfkdskhds this was so fun!!! im getting better w perseverance i think!!! #a few fun design details: #the green parts on the enderman side are based on like. the bits where the muscles join the skull lol #and the transition between the skin and the skull was based on peeling paint!!! i wanted 2 make it seem like the enderman side grows as tim #legit i got no clue what the other side is this version just has severe vampire vibes LMAO #my only design point going into this was the fucked up teeth i think literally everything else was changed #anyway im enjoying this new more desaturated art so fucking much lmao it looks so good!!! bro #im v happy w this piece hehehe #its not gonna be my normal design 4 him i just really like it lol

[elysianslove]

shameful lust; suna rintarō

synopsis; he’s off limits in every way, but that only makes you want him more. based off of this, this, and this. the smut is inspired by my bunny anon’s birthday idea :) bunny, you know the one :)

pairings; brother’s bsf!suna rintarō x fem!reader

genre; porn with kind of plot lmfao

word count; 5.5k what the fuck??

trigger warning; age gap (not specified, & everyone’s 18+), masturbation, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, humiliation, praise, mini panic attack, link for the lingerie (slight nsfw warning)

it started off innocent, as most things do. you were sixteen when you first felt the butterflies nestled deep in your stomach, the drop of your heart, the heat of your cheeks, only around him. you’d thought it was a natural reaction; after all, you’d known suna rintarō since, quite literally, forever, and you were a growing girl, hormones imbalanced and thoughts as confusing as ever. it was normal, completely ordinary to feel as nervous as you did whenever his hand so much brushed against yours, or whenever he’d barely glance your way to offer a small, teasing smile.

it meant nothing, of course. you were just a young girl, sixteen, desperate to lose yourself in some sort of fantasy. a silly crush on your brother’s best friend was nothing strange, and definitely inevitable.

it would go away.

you’re eighteen when the feelings don’t go away, and when they begin reshaping into more— impure thoughts. the more you see of him, the more hyperaware you grow of everything that he is. suddenly your eyes easily find the small strip of skin revealed when he stretches his arms up, and suddenly you can’t help but constantly think about the way he sits, legs spread so wide as if to... accommodate something. suddenly your thoughts always find their way back to the way he’d hugged you goodbye, arms squeezing you so tight to him, allowing you to feel every ridge and ripple of his muscles, and the way he had ruffled your hair and his hand, so large, so easily sinking into the strands— and you’re left wondering what else his fingers could do in your hair, to the rest of your body—

it’s bad. it’s really bad. every day you try and convince yourself it’s innocent, and every night you prove yourself wrong when you find yourself on your stomach, face buried in your pillow and teeth biting down on it, mouth dampening the cloth as your fingers rub harshly at your clit and sink into your dripping cunt— all with his name falling off your tongue as you heave and cry. every night you think about how much thicker his fingers are in comparison to yours, how much longer, how they’d feel inside of you, curling within you. you know he’s dexterous, insanely good with his hands. you’ve seen the way his fingers fly across a keyboard or tap urgently at a gaming console. you know it, and it in no way helps in calming your frustration.

it’s bad, of course, but you live with it. after all, he is in every way off limits. a lot older than you, and much more experienced, suna would have to lose his mind before he ever thinks of you the way you think of him. what would a girl like you have to offer a guy like him anyways? your shaky hands and clumsy mouth? your tight cunt that can barely fit two of your fingers? you’d only leave him unsatisfied, and leave yourself utterly humiliated.

worst of all, however, you can’t imagine how devastated, how betrayed, your brother would be if he’d caught you fooling around with his best friend.

so although you’re yearning to say fuck all and fuck him, you don’t, because it doesn’t make sense in the slightest for you to do so. you continue to make due with what shirtless image of him or that time he slept over and went commando, waking up at the same time you had and his — his dick was hard— you could see—

fuck.

you need to grow up.

as you sit with your back to your headboard, your knees bent up and swinging slightly, two simple knock erupt on your bedroom door. it’s late afternoon, the sun’s brightness dimming slightly, casting your room in an orange glow. in all honesty, it’s soothing.

looking up from your phone momentarily, you call out for the person knocking to come in, your eyes returning to your screen once more.

“hey.”

at the sound of the awfully familiar voice, your head snaps back up and you lock your phone, looking up with newfound excitement at the man standing at your doorway. “hi,” you return with a smile, sitting up and crossing your legs.

suna smiles back, walking into your room with one hand tucked behind his back. “your brother said i’d find you here,” he explains, walking towards you.

you quirk a brow, curiously and amusingly smiling as you ask, “whatcha got there?”

he’s quiet for a moment as he walks over to your side of the bed, maneuvering in a way that doesn’t reveal what he has hidden behind him. you twist around on your bed, leaning on your knees to face him properly, and it’s just when you lift up slightly to settle comfortably that he leans down, bends over to get close enough to whisper, “happy birthday, pretty girl.” he gives you not another moment to process how close his face is — how close his lips are to yours — before the hand behind his back comes around between you.

tucked in his hand is a medium sized bag, not related to any sort of brand, so you assume it’s a simple bag he’d gotten from a convenience store. that would really only mean one thing— that he’s gotten you more than just one gift. you can’t see what’s in it since there are colorful papers stacked within it, obstructing your view, but you’re still flustered at the mere thought he’d even considered to buy you a gift. it’s not unusual; suna, every year on your birthday, has gotten you a gift, yet it’s usually more so a gag gift than anything. some inside joke of yours, maybe he’d pay for your dinner, things like that. never a full on, thought out gift.

“you didn’t have to,” you say, settling back down on your knees and hesitantly taking the bag from him.

he waves you off, disagreeing. “course i did; you’re nineteen now.”

you roll your eyes. “wouldn’t eighteen be more special?”

“fine,” he decides, playfully taking the bag from your grasp and pulling it to him. “guess i’ll just give this to someone else then— maybe your mom—“

“suna!”

at your reaction, he laughs boisterously, and against all odds, you find yourself smiling too. quickly, you reach out for the bag again, pulling it back to you.

“open it when you’re alone,” he disclaims, almost as if in warning.

warily, you eye the bag.

“sure.”

you try to be quieter when unboxing suna’s gift, but the paper’s scrunching is just so damn loud. after cursing it out, you finally rid the bag of its first layer of paper, and are met with a scented candle and some lotion. basic, expected. there‘s a card there too, and when you open it, there’s a note in his messy handwriting, reading out a simple happy birthday— and a good couple of yens too. money, a candle, lotion.

so basic.

there’s still more paper beneath, but you don’t expect it to be for anything except decoration, not for—

what the fuck.

what the fuck.

What The Fuck?

your two hands dip into the bag, reaching out for the final gift, grabbing it by its straps and—

holy shit, he got you lingerie.

it’s so— sheer? you don’t think an inch of you will be properly covered, even with the lingerie on. it’s properly transparent, with only the intricate lace designs to modestly cover you. when you dig into the bag, you find the panties to match the bra and— well, it’s pretty, you can’t lie. there are dark, almost flowerlike designs all over, and it’s a deep black, nearly blue or green. there’s also a garter belt, but there aren’t any stockings in the bag to attach to the clips. maybe he’d expected you to take care of that?— ah no, you stand corrected. there are stockings.

fuck, he thought of everything didn’t he?

but more importantly, what the fuck does all of this mean?

burying the lingerie deep inside the bag again, and making sure to cover it up with the paper, thoroughly, you place the other gifts and the card back in and on top, before putting it aside on your bed.

and now, to gather your fucking thoughts.

you had to text him to thank him for the gift, obviously. but there was no way he’d accidentally misplaced the lingerie there. it was deliberately placed, with the way it was folded and tucked neatly, underneath an extra layer of paper above and beneath it? yeah, definitely on purpose. but— why? had he taken notice of your feelings towards him? was this his way of making fun or... reassuring you they were mutual?

god, what the hell are you thinking.

snatching your phone from your bedside table, you check the time.

2:01 a.m.

okay, everyone‘s bound to be asleep by now. hopefully. you eye the bag, so cautiously one would assume there’s some sort of killing machine within it. you contemplate. shake your head. no. the gears twist. yes.

no.

yes. no. yes. no—

fuck it, it’s yours anyways, isn’t it?

you snatch it loudly, rushing off to lock your bedroom door, then rushing to close the blinds, tightly, surely, then rushing to turn the lights off and turning the small lamp by your bedside on instead. what else are you meant to do with lingerie other than, well, put it on? it’s rational, you think, obvious.

it’s fine.

stealing one last, deep breathe, you dump the contents of the bag again, and pick out the lingerie.

it fits.

it fits perfectly.

the bra is snug against your chest, pushing at your breasts but not digging in uncomfortably. your nipples peak through what‘s revealed of the mesh, and when they stand perky and hard, you blame it on the fact that you‘re half naked. the garter belt wraps tightly around your waist, not squeezing to the point of discomfort and pain, but not loose that it’s a nuisance, and the clips that hang from it are attached to a pair of stockings that stop mid thigh, squeezing at the flesh. finally, a pair of panties rest on your cups, cupping your ass perfectly. it too is sheer, and god— you can see so much of you.

is this— what he would‘ve wanted?

you can’t deny that you do look good. it shows your figure off appealingly, and coupled with some dark lipstick, your messy hair, and the slightest smudge to your day’s eyeliner— would— would he have wanted you like this? all dolled up for him?

is this what suna likes?

doubting the fact that you’ll ever have the courage to put this set on again, you grab at your phone, clearing the area before your mirror, then sitting down at the edge of your bed. might as well enjoy it while it lasts, shouldn’t you? posing in the mirror, you appreciate the way you look, the way the dim lighting complements the atmosphere, the way the piece hugs your body and shows you off. you look so good.

so good— for him.

reveling in this surge of confidence, you snap a good amount of pictures, posing differently in each of them, taking them at different angles. your camera roll overflows with them, and as you fall back on the bed, hair splayed out on the mattress, you smile proudly at the pictures.

do you look good enough for him to see?

the thought strikes you suddenly; it tickles at the pit of your stomach, makes your knees bend and your toes curl.

should you?

the messenger app is open at the text messages between you and him before you can think, a picture of you uploaded and ready to send.

should you?

you tuck your lower lip between your teeth, mulling it over anxiously.

no, you most definitely shouldn’t.

quickly, you swipe out of the messenger app, and onto safari. porn it is.

you should‘ve turned the ac on. fuck, it’s hot.

3:10 a.m. 45 minutes since you’d put the lingerie set on and had your mini photoshoot, ten minutes since you’d started masturbating. everything’s still in place except for the garter clips, which have snapped off of your stockings at some point in the past few minutes, but you pay it barely any mind as your legs spread wider, one hand dipped beneath your panties, the other pressing hard against your mouth, trying to keep yourself quiet.

it’s not that you generally had a problem keeping down your noises. your home was constantly filled with people, and you’re almost always sexually frustrated at the most inconvenient times. this time, however, it’s different. it’s different because you’re wearing a lingerie set that suna picked out, that suna bought for you, that suna gave you himself. would he have wanted to watch you touch yourself like this, dressed up so pretty? or— would he have wanted to fuck you while—

shit, you’re gonna cum.

you let out a broken moan, bleeding into a desperate son, muffled barely your hand. your fingers fuck into your cunt faster, squelching lowly as you arch your back, pressing your palm harshly against your clit.

“ugh, hngh,” you whine, squeal, wrist aching. “fuck, rin— please—“

you’re so loud, shit, shit, shit.

beside you, your phone dings! loudly, alerting you of a message received, but you can’t stop, not when you’re so close. it dings again, and again, but you continue to ignore, chasing your own high so desperately, faster, faster, faster. the coil tightens, your body tenses, mind hazing over and eyes rolling back— so close, so fucking close.

“well aren’t you a doll.”

your eyes snap open, and you only manage one second to process who the fuck and what the fuck before your hips are trembling and twisting, and your legs are shaking so awfully as your back arches deep. the moment you hear his voice, so deep and clear, looming just by the edge of your bed where you lay spread, fucking yourself, you cum— and you’re convinced you have a humiliation kink. you didn’t cum because you’d simply been close— you came because you heard him catch you.

in your post orgasmic daze, you pant deeply, chest heaving, rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. your fingers pull back from your panties, falling to the bed, sticky and wet, while your other hand falls from from your mouth, drool and spit dripping from the corner of your lips.

“aw, you ruined the set.”

you sigh. “rin.” the way you say his name isn’t in a way that’s calling out for him, but neither are you scolding him nor brushing him off for teasing you. you’re just simply trying to process the fact that he’s here.

“i like it when you call me that,” he admits, and in a second he’s falling over you, hands bracing and steadying him beside your head, keeping himself hovering at a small distance. “why do you always insist on calling me suna?” he wonders, head tilting curiously.

blinking slowly, you breathe in, and out, and ask, “what are you doing here?”

above you, he shrugs. “you were the one that sent me those—”

immediately, you’re pushing him off you, sitting up all too quickly as you reach out for your phone. you shakily unlock it, typing in your password and opening the messenger app. he’s right— shit. you could’ve sworn you’d deleted the photo, because you’d explicitly decided just how stupid sending it would’ve been. 

well, look at you now. 

“that wasn’t— oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to,” you stutter, turning your body towards him once more, but avoiding his gaze, your body, only barely having just cooled down, heating up once more. 

“oh?” he tests. “was it not meant for me?” 

“no, i—“ 

he’s smiling all too wide for him to not be getting off on your embarrassment. at the thought of that, your eyes unintentionally snap up to him, to his crotch, where beneath his sweats is a bulge, and god, it’s like all those nights ago where you’d seen his dick through his sweats and he’s big, he’s so big—

“just where do you think you’re looking?” he sneers, hand all of a sudden gripping your chin, tilting your head back up and forcing you to finally, for the first time, meet his eyes. they’re dark, almost sinister, as they narrowly glare at you, begging you for explanation. 

your mind’s no longer clouded over, all pleasure dissipating from your veins, pathetic humiliation replacing it. “i’m sorry,” you mewl, eyes tearing up at the look on his face. of course he was disgusted. just as your stupid crush on him was natural, so was his reaction. “i’m sorry, please don’t tell anyone,” you beg, lower lip wobbling. 

his grip on your chin tightens as he furrows his brows. “tell anyone?” he questions. “about what?” 

had he not— heard you? 

he says your name, firmly, deeply, in a way that has you stifling your sobs and biting your bottom lip to stop its quivering. patiently, you wait for him to speak, to say anything, until finally, he asks, “do you want me to fuck you?” and your heart stops. “yeah?” he continues, his other hand reaching for your wrist, your hand, the same one that’s still sticky with the evidence of you. slowly, as he brings his lips closer to yours, fingers slipping so that he’s squishing your cheeks tightly, he leads your hand to his crotch, to where his dick is painfully hard beneath his sweats. your initial touch is featherlight, and he doesn’t fully press your hand to his clothed cock, but still, just the smallest, tiniest feel of him has the lust in your veins thrumming alive. “you think you’d look pretty—” he pauses, lips hovering by yours, eyes searching for any sign of hesitance or resistance, “sitting on my cock?” 

“i’m sorry,” you apologize again, but he swallows it by finally, finally, pressing his lips to yours. his lips are so soft, softer than you’d imagined and fantasized a thousand times over, as they press against yours, managing to pull the softest moan of surprise and pleasure from you. you’d forgotten, in your moment of shame, just how much you’d craved suna rintarō. just how often you thought about him, those same fingers gripping your chin to be buried inside of you, those pretty lips sucking on your tits and clit. “want you so bad,” you hiccup, kissing him back. “so bad.” 

he hums, amused, pulling back. licking his lips with a grin, as if tasting you, his hands leave you entirely, reaching for the hem of his shirt as he lifts it up, freeing himself of the piece of clothing. “don’t you think i know, sweetheart?” he teases, daringly. at the sight of your eyes widening, he nods with a dramatized serious expression, tutting as he adds, “so dirty, thinkin’ ‘bout me like that.” 

you whine again, hands lifting up to obstruct your face from his view as you fall back on the bed, body bouncing slightly. “stop,” you plead, not for him to pull back but for him to stop reminding you of just how wrong it is to feel the way you do. still, you spread your sticky thighs for him when he presses his hands to your knees, and you shiver at the feel of his fingers tickling at your skin. “i’m sorry.” 

“that’s okay, pretty girl,” he reassures you, faux sweetness dripping like honey off his tongue. he leans in, carefully slow, hands following the curve of his body and yours. “i want you too.” he smiles mischievously, leaning close once more. “so bad,” he mimics you, lips hovering right above yours before he kisses you once more. you want to pinch his arm for outright mocking you, because really, how infuriating can he be? but it’s impossible to want to do anything but desire him in every possible way at the moment, especially when he presses himself harder against you, hips slotting between your legs and clothed cock brushing against your dripping panties. 

“rin,” you plead, hands clawing at his back, grasping at his shoulders. god, his skin is so warm. 

“yes?” he drawls, wet lips kissing the corner of your mouth, trailing easily to your jaw, and down to your neck. patiently, he waits for you to speak. 

with a trembling voice, you ask, “be quick. please.” 

a little stunned, suna pauses his ministrations at your neck, but it’s barely for a second. because moments later, he’s grinning sinisterly into the crook of your neck, sucking hotly as he replies, “sure thing.” 

you do want to take your time. you want him to stuff his face between your legs and sink his fingers so deep inside of you. you want him to force your mouth down on him, want to bury your face in your lap till you’re choking and gagging on his cock. you want him to take his time stretching you for his cock before he sinks inside of you, letting you feel every single inch and ridge of his dick until he bottoms out. you wish. you wish. 

but you’re desperate, and needy, and frustrated, and most of all, you’re not even sure if this is real. you’re scared to blink and have him disappear all of a sudden. you’re scared to wake up with soaked panties and no gift from suna, no suna above you, hard cock pressing against your cunt, only the same suna from all these past years, the same suna you pine over at a distance, wanting but never having. 

so you whimper so quietly, “be quick,” again, because he’s still too slow for your liking.

his fingers grasp the sides of your panties, pulling as quick as he can, sliding them down your thighs, watching as the cloth rolls at the urgency as it slides past your knees, your shins, your ankles, legs lifted high up. at the final loop around your right ankle, as suna flings it off, he kisses at your ankle, gripping it tightly and using it to spread your legs. 

as your legs spread, your pussy, soaking from both your past orgasm and this unbelievable build up, spreads too, glistening and dripping for him. his eyes easily fall to it, and, with that same glint in his eyes, he grins, and licks his lips again. “wish i could have a taste,” he admits to you, shuffling closer and bending your legs closer to your chest with one hand. the other hand frantically pushes at the hem of his sweatpants, tugging it low, beneath his balls. “god, i’d have you sit on my face for hours.” 

he’s going to kill you. 

he’s going to fucking kill you. 

at his words, your cunt pulsates and clenches tightly, hole glistening as you moan. you hope he doesn’t notice, but he does, somehow, and he laughs, too fucking loud. “you liked that, hm? bet you’d look so cute,” he spurs you on, and your entire body trembles. 

you wish to say something, to find the courage to belittle him, degrade him, remind him that if you’re in the wrong for wanting this then so is he, but it’s so hard to find your voice. it’s like he’s stupefied you completely, reduced you to this dumb, wordless, horny mess. god, fuck, it’s embarrassing. you can only watch with wide, tearful eyes and quivering lips and trembling legs as he spits on his hand and fists his cock, quickly, getting himself all nice and slick for you. his cock is— he’s so big, fuck. if you’d been shocked feeling him beneath his sweats, well, your entire body’s rigid with anticipation now. 

just as promised, suna’s quick. with one hand pressing and steadying firmly at your lower stomach, right by your hip, he guides his cock to your cunt with the other, wasting no time by pushing in. no way, no way, no fucking way. 

how is he fitting? 

“ease up,” he orders sharply, forcing more of himself inside of you.

in response, you bring both hands up to your mouth, clasping them tightly above your lips. you remaining quiet is as impossible as ever, with the way he’s stretching you so wide for him, so you press down harder with your hands and throw your head back as he sinks in deeper, and deeper. 

“aren’t a good girl?” he praises sweetly, his other hand mirroring the one on your hip. he watches as you lower your head again, lifting it up slightly to look between the two of you at where he’s fully bottomed out, buried deep inside of you. “feel good?” he wonders, even if he knows the answer. your head falls back again and you nod with your eyes squeezing shut. “feel so full, yeah?”  you’re glad he’s speaking for you, because you doubt you could find your voice at the moment, even if you tried. 

you nod again instead, urgently, just as he pulls out until only his tip remains inside of you, before pressing back in quickly, thrusting into you suddenly. the sight of him above you is better than anything your mind has ever made up, hands squeezing at your hips tightly, both ensuring you keep your legs spread for him and keeping himself up, steadying himself as he fucks into you. his arms bulge and the muscles in his abdomen tighten and tense with every thrust. his chest, so flushed red; his hair, a little sweaty, a little messy; his brows, furrowed deep in concentration; his lips, wet and red, so fucking red, his tongue jutting out slightly as he picks up the pace, as he thrusts faster, harder. 

and best of all: the noises he makes. he’s shameless, fucking into you with abandon, moaning and grunting and whining for you, like he’d been the one yearning, pining, and not you. and, you suppose, with the way he’s fucking into you right now, that there might’ve been some truth in his words, that he’s wanted you just as bad, that this wasn’t some pity fuck— poor little girl, his best friend’s sister, sending him lewd and inappropriate photos because she’s so desperate, she can’t help but lust after him, every single day. 

his hands squeeze even tighter and he grunts, gritting his teeth sharply. “fuck, m’already close,” he grunts, and somehow, that makes your heart swell, pride deepening. “cunt’s so fucking tight, shit.” you’re making him say those words, you’re going to make him cum so quick, it’s you. you. 

when his hands crawl up to your breasts, squeezing and kneading through the bra, your hands fall to his forearms, gripping so tightly and digging your nails into his skin. “please, please, please, cum inside,” you beg, trying to be as quiet as you can. “please rin, please.” 

the bed creaks with the effort and speed of his thrusts, your body bouncing as his cock fucks deep into your cunt. his head bows in, smooth hair swinging forward as he curses. “are you— hm..hngh—sure?” he asks, and you nod so rapidly you feel dizzy, arching your back as much as you can to get him deeper inside of you. he’s a mess of curses and pants as he fucks you even faster, one hand remaining at your breast, grasping tightly, the other lowering to your wet clit, rubbing furiously, messily, clumsily. 

no words are exchanged as he desperately circles your clit with the rough pads of his fingers, squeezing and kneading your breast as he angles his hips, trying to get you to cum before he does. and just as as before, just as he’d caught you earlier, your body starts to tense up, shaking in anticipation as your orgasm draws closer and closer.

but there’s something— different. 

“rin!” you yell out, still half-whispering in an attempt to keep quiet. your eyes well up as you call out for him again, your orgasm unbearably close. “rin, feels weird— oh m—”

he only just barely manages to shove his hand against your face before you’re screaming, throat aching and scratching as you thrash beneath him. around his cock, your cunt spams and clenches down tightly, cum splashing and spraying all over his lower stomach and past his cock to his balls. you’re still thrashing, still squealing and screaming, and he’s spilling inside of you, filling you up impossibly, his cum splashing and dripping as it mixes with yours. 

“holy shit,” he breathlessly marvels, hips still rocking and grinding against yours as he helps the both of you ride out your highs. “you ever—“ he steals in a breath, steadying himself slightly, “—cum this hard?”

you’re sobbing, hiccuping and mewling and whining and crying, your body impossibly sensitive. tears stream freely down your cheeks as you sink into the mattress, feeling quite literally like jelly. slowly, suna pulls his cock out, trying not to get distracted by the way your cunt squeezes out some of his cum, and instead focuses on you, his hands cupping your cheeks softly. 

“hey, hey, eyes on me,” he encourages, kneeling above you as his thumbs brush at your tears. 

“m’sorry, ri— suna,” you heave, hands grasping his as your eyes water again, fresh tears joining ones that are yet to dry. 

“what for, sweet thing?” he asks gently. when you start to lift yourself up, he leans back, sitting on your bed, giving you space to get comfortable. he watches with worried eyes as you furiously rub at your eyes with your palms and the back of your hands, as the tears never stop flowing. shit, did he fuck up somehow? he calls your name again, cautiously reaching out for you. when you don’t reject his touch, his heart settles, just a little. “tell me what’s wrong?” he offers again, and you sniffle. 

“are you not disgusted?” you ask, voice wobbly and cracking. 

his brows furrow, and he cocks his head. “because you... squirted?”

you slap at his arm with a roll of your eyes. “no, suna.” 

“when did i lose my first name privileges?” he asks, dramatically shocked. again, you roll your eyes. well, at least the tears have ceased. softening slightly, suna sighs. he’s shit at this. he’s worse than shit at this. talking in general? awful. talking about his or someone else’s feelings? he’s sure the devil would be better comfort. still, he can’t just— leave you. he’s sure that would make things a thousand times worse.

and honestly, neither does he want to leave you. 

“i can’t read your mind, pretty girl,” he reminds you, and momentarily, you look away. 

until you inhale sharply, and meet his eyes again. “it’s okay...” you begin, trailing off as you attempt to gather your words, before continuing, “that i feel this way for you?” 

at your words, at the much needed clarity, suna sighs in relief. so that was it. “more than okay,” he promises you. 

you nod in understanding, before prodding further, “not weird?” 

he thinks it over, before answering. if he’s honest with himself, the most he’d felt with you was sexual attraction. he liked the way your tits bounced when you ran to greet him or the press of your ass against his crotch when you passed by him to get somewhere. he liked— he liked thinking about your body, your lips, your hands. it’s why he sent you that lingerie set, the one that sits so pretty on your body right now. not that he’d been expecting you to send him anything, and he’d even anticipated that you might feel disgusted, might throw it in his face and slap him too. but he knew you better. suna was observant. he knew more than he let on, more than anyone could imagine. if he hadn’t realized your eyes on him in the past years, he must be blind.

still, he’s not sure if it was ever more, or if it is more. but, he supposes, it’s not an unimaginable feat. he thinks that maybe, there is a chance. he likes you, sure; you make his belly twist and his heart jump. but is he going to risk leading you on? 

he doesn’t know. 

he settles for, “good weird.” 

your face is the definition of a question mark. “what the hell is good weird?” 

“your face is good weird,” he retorts. it’s a bad comeback, terrible actually, but his face is flushing a dark red, and he needs to get away. you’re flustering him and it’s pissing him off. 

“that’s so mean!” 

yeah, the devil would’ve been better comfort. he wasn’t around though, so he made sure suna had been sleeping over that night instead. 

worked in your favor didn’t it? 

end note; my godddddfhksfhbskjbsb ,,, sorry if you found mistakes this took me all day and im not assed to proofread <//3 but i hope you liked regardless!! 

#suna #suna smut #suna rintarou smut #suna x reader #haikyuu smut #suna rintarou x reader #rintarou smut #suna rintaro smut #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #hq smut #sal's thirst tag <3

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Tumblr mobile killed the quality, but! Doodled my personal headcanons for ear lengths because I am in LOVE with the idea that they grow with age

Click on the image if you wanna see if without the crunchiest quality ever, also more dumb thoughts about this under the cut

Okay so. The idea of ears growing as they age is already great enough, but what if it was MORE than just that?

If we look at the three oldest vampires we know, the Baron being nearly a thousand years old, Petyr being eight thousand, and the Sire literally being classified as "ancient", there's a clear progression of them becoming more monster-like as time goes by.

And yeah, sure, it's possible that's they only look like that for character design reasons. Like, Baron looking older and less human to give him a sense of higher power and to differentiate him from the main gang, since they all have an approximate 200 year gap between each other and all have the same vamp features (fangs and ashy skin due to being.. dead), despite him being no more than 250 years older than Nandor while looking like THAT.

Petyr is a clear reference to Nosferstu, and the Sire is literally the first vampire ever, BUT it's fun to think about this kind of things! I love vampires for what they are, although the idea of them becoming more and more monster-like throughout the ages is SO funky and can also be read into a lot more, as if they're losing any humanity they have left.

Like. Nandor being the one to have an existential crisis and wanting to be human again while also being the oldest just HITS when you think that, according to this logic, he's changed the most, and is also the closest to hitting an age where physical changes are much more prominent than just ears and fangs, so he's come to that realization and is just... oh fuck.

(Similarly to how some humans view turning 50 as "well I guess this means I'll never be able to feel young again!" due to wrinkles starting to get more pronounced, or hair starting to grey quicker on certain ethnicities)

So with all that being said!! Have some headcanons of physical changes vamps go through and the approximate ages they're at when these things start to happen:

- The quickest changes to occur are obviously during the initial transformation, literally dying and technically coming back to "life" as a vampire, growing fangs and having other transformations of the such. We've seen with Jenna that this is NOT a fun process, and while the actual physical changes don't take long to manifest, it can take months, possibly even years, for the body to get used to everything, depending on if the new vampire has someone to guide them through this process or not.

- At around the age of 100 is where more noticable physical changes start to occur, such as ears filling out to be a more pointy shape and fangs slightly protruding from under the upper lip. Both ears and teeth continuously grow, albeit very slowly.

- At 500, new ear muscles have been fully developed, making emoting with ears second nature, as well as greatly facilitating the process of hiding them, tensing them up to lay closer to your skull while you brush your hair in front of them being no harder than faking a smile. From this point forward, ears will begin a slow process of becoming more bat-like.

- Once a vampire gets to around 750, new physical changes start to manifest, such as teeth beyond just the canines starting to sharpen, as well as nails becoming tougher over time, growing to a natural point, starting to resemble claws after a couple centuries or so.

- By the time they've lived for a thousand years, it's essentially impossible for vampires to blend in with humans.

- As the centuries go by, as new millennia come and pass, they'll continue to slowly change until they can barely even be considered humanoid anymore. Skin going from ashy to grey, going from fangs to a mouthful of deadly sharp teeth, bone structure slowly changing to resemble something completely different than the human they once were.

#wwdits fanart #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #nandor the relentless #baron afanas #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits fx #wwdits headcanon #laszlo #nadja #nandor #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #yeah i have.. MANY thoughts on this... #i love vamps and theyre technically CONSIDERED monsters but i cant help thinking about them being MORE monstery as the years go by #i could write a whole ESSAY about this but for now i leave it at headcanons #art from the void