#or at least not this directly hahaha

[canolaaoil]

Are you the knife or are you the pad of butter?

1. Wishbone, Richard Silken. // 2. A Ghost in the Throat, Doireann Ní Ghríofa. // 3. Blood Relatives, Claude Chabrol. // 4. Circe, Madeleine Miller. // 5. Naturally, Tinashe. // 6. To Be or Not To Be, Oneus. // 7. ingydar, Adrianne Lenker. // 8. vulnerability, @achillics . // 9. Eat the Music, Kate Bush. // 10. Viasterna, Alessandro Teoldi. // 11. Stigmata: Escaping Texts, Helene Cixous. // 12. Pang, Caroline Polachek. // 13. growing up and saying goodbye, @angelwingspdf​ . // 14. body tracks, Ana Mendieta. // 15. Where it Begins, Erica Jong

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1. [Image Description: excerpt from a poem reading, “But we both know how it goes- I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.” end ID]

2. [Image Description: excerpt from a poem reading, “Love, your blood was spilling in cascades and I couldn’t wipe it away, couldn’t clean it up, no, no, my palms turned cups and oh, I gulped.” end ID]

3. [Image Description: a cropped, grainy, black and white movie poster, showing only the bottom corner. The poster shows the lower half of a person’s face, facing the viewer, and a hand in front of them, as if they are pressing on glass. Imposed in front of the person is a large chef’s knife, with blood spatter near the tip. In the lower left side of the poster is typeset reading, “BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD / the most intimate act is... murder!” end ID]

4. [Image Description: excerpt from a paragraph, reading, “He was another knife I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for.” end ID]

5. [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading “[Pre-Chorus 2] / Baby, I believe we’re meant to be / You see it too, I know / And if it was up to me, you’d never leave / I’ll make you comfortable, whoa” end ID]

6. [Image Description: a screen shot of a music video, showing a person’s open mouth. They are laying down and much of their face is not in the image, only their nose, mouth and chin. Their mouth is only slightly parted, with their upper teeth visable and on the left side of their mouth, the side closest to the viewer, are several drops of blood. The blood is not dripping, as if it has just hit their mouth moments ago. end ID]

7.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten” end ID]

8.  [Image Description: a poem, reading, “I am afraid of you. / in loving me / you hold a knife at my throat. / in loving you / I tell you exactly where to cut. / we are two against the world / yet I still do not trust your hand / in mine, / this is new / and I am terrified.” end ID]

9.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “ [Verse 1] / Split me open / With devotion / You put your hands in / And rip my heart out” end ID]

10.  [Image Description: an embroidered depiction of hands holding another hand. The background is a dark, blood red. From the right one pair of hands intertwines with another hand coming from the upper left corner. The hands are hand out of a beige material, and are sewn onto the background with white thread in a backstitch pattern. end ID]

11.  [Image Description: an excerpt of a paragraph, reading, “Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. / Sign my death with your teeth.” end ID]

12.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “[Verse 1] / There’s a look in your eyes when you’re hungry for me / It’s a beautiful knife cutting right where the fear should be / [Chorus] / Into me / Pang, and I go / Into you / Pang and you go / Into me / Pang, and I go / Into you / Pang and you go / Into me” end ID]

13.  [Image Description: a poem, reading, “growing up and saying goodbye: / i’m cleaning blood of my kitchen floor but all i can think about is how you looked as you waved goodbye and maybe if i’d replied a little faster or let you hold me in your arms the world would not have ended and i wouldn’t be sitting here with stained tile sinking into my skin. i love you. i love you. that is one thing i am sure of that is one thing i know above all else i just don’t know if i love you enough. sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me because everyone is always leaving and the cycle never chcanges and someone is always left behind. / maybe in some other version of the story we find out where we went wrong or maybe there is some version of the story where we never meet at all. growing up is hard. the world gets too big too fast and i’m not 5 years old anymore i’m where i never wanted to be in the first place. there’s an empty space without you here and i don’t want to close my eyes because i can’t keep seeing your face. i hope you’re well. i’m sorry growing up is so hard i’m sorry i didn’t hold your hand tight enough i’m sorry i let you slip away. i hope you find someone that stays and i hope that you’re okay.”  The poster of this post has underlined, “ sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me “ with red. end ID]

14.  [Image Description: three consecutive photographs in a line of a woman, with blood coating her arms, facing away from the viewer, pressing against a white wall. In the first image she is standing with her arms stretched above her head, hands pressed against the wall. in the second she sinks to her knees, keeping her hands pressed to the wall. in the third she sinks lower, drawing her hands closer together on the wall. As she sinks the blood on her arms makes red trails against the wall. None of the woman’s face is visible in any of the images. end ID]

15.  [Image Description: an excerpt from a poem, reading, “The corruption begins with the mouth, / the tongue, the wanting. / The first poem in the world / is I want to eat.” end ID]

#richard silken #kate bush #web weaving #ana mendieta #madeleine miller #tinashe #caroline polachek #circe #parallels #comparatives #totally completely 100% unrelated to anything that has happened in my life in the last month #hahaha #like a pomegranite.. inside out... #what a song that song is #i chose this specific version of body tracks bc i feel like. the movement inwards at the end is a bit more. active. than the others. #the others feel like she is just falliing directly down but the choice here to make like a cupping/holding shape is less like 'this is #happening to her without her choice' and more 'she is letting this happen to her. she is participating' #i love circe i love when she watches odysseus sail away and she knows she's pregnant and i love how much she loves everything despite #knowing better. i love how unfandom-izable that book is its really a good one #ive had blood blood blood the most intimate act is murder sitting in my folder for at least a year or more now i love that one it calls me #im also obsessed w how eating is how everything in the world is connected but honestly thats a different topic a different post but i like #the line 'the first poem in the world is i want to eat' like too true its the first thing we ever say #olivia can and should wear red eyeshadow #also i love teeth. i didn't include any teeth but i love teeth

[inbarfink]

Okay, so, for the longest time the Tallests’ behavior toward Zim in ‘Battle of the Planets’ has always struck me as… odd.

 I mean, of course the idea that they mock him publicly behind his back makes sense in general. That is a very Tallests Thing to Do. But the specific ways they mock him…

I dunno...maybe the intention is supposed to be like 'haha you're saying 'unstoppable death machine like it's a good thing but it's not!!' or something but... with the delivery and the general characterization of the Irken army it comes off as more of 'haha! it's funny because he's NOT an unstoppable death machine hahaha" and...

Like, yes. Zim is correct. He is, in fact, an ‘unstoppable death machine’. That is absolutely an accurate statement to be taken seriously. The only problem was that he’s an unstoppable death machine that’s too uncontrollable to prevent him from Death Machining his own people as well. That’s literally why you banished him, remember?

But then I took a moment to think about that.... It does actually makes sense that the Tallests, despite getting literal first-class seats to his rampage of destruction - might still have a problem with actually internalizing why Zim is so Bad.

Because Zim is basically the Irkenest Irken to ever Irk. He might be considered ‘Defective’, yes, but all of his defects manifest as the logical extremes of Irken ideology. He has, on paper, all of the skills and personality traits and ideals that the Irken Empire value - just exaggerated and twisted in a way that makes him the biggest milestone around the Empire's neck.

Zim is a pretty good fighter, infiltrator, pilot and scientist. Remember, he’s a Fast-Food Drone Play-Acting Alien Invasion to get him out of the Armada’s antennas now, but he was a legitimate actual Invader back during ‘Impending Doom 1’. And that’s with all the social barriers and prejudice that a short Irken like him is going to face. I’m guessing a lot of the selection process for Invaders is done by automated systems or extremely-detached Control Brains. And only looking at, like, Zim’s practice or test results - he should be an exceptional Invader on-par with Skoodge.

But we all know the truth is more complicated then that. Zim’s talents and training are hampered by his own massive ego, absolute inability to accurately assess threats and his impulsive desires for destruction and death. He’s unable to judge when he’s punching above his weight or tackling an endeavor beyond his abilities. He cannot admit when he has made an error, even just to fix or improve an invention/plan. And he always allocates his resources in the dumbest way possible. 

And that’s all, like, emergent from Irken Ideology - or at least from Zim’s logical extreme of it. Confidence and selfishness are rewarded on Irk - Zim is mostly unusual in terms of sheer volume (or maybe he’s too Short to be allowed to have such a high opinion of himself.) 

His inability to proportionally handle threats is emergent from the Empire’s ideals of Irken Supremacy. Zim is supposed to see all other species in the universe as stupid and inferior and worthy only of servitude and so logically they can’t be a serious threat to him, an Elite Irken Soldier. But he also needs to internally justify why all of these Clearly Inferior Beings are even a problem to the Irken Empire in general and for him in specific. Especially when he fails to conquer them as easily as a ‘Superior Being’ is supposed to. And so his ego and his insistence on Irkens being Superior has to elevate them into fearsome enemies. 

That Speciesism is also why his disguise is so bad! We directly see it in the first episode. He had the option of picking a more realistic human disguises but he just found it too gross. And that actually seems to be a trend, considering every Actual Invader we see on the show has a disguise that is just as bad if not worse.

And Zim’s tendency towards delusions is also born, at least partially, from his devotion to Irken Ideology. Not just from the obvious insistence of the superiority of himself and his Empire despite his constant failures. But also… how do you balance out the Irken values of selfishness with the also-Irken values of loyalty and absolute obedience to the Empire and the Tallests? For Zim, the obvious answer seems to be ‘delude himself into believing whatever selfish personal whim he has is actually for the good of the Empire and the true will of the Tallest’. That’s how he can break All of the Rules All of the Time and still act like he’s just another obedient and loyal vessel of the Tallest. 

And then there’s the value of destruction and cruelty. This is absolutely not a Zim-only thing - that is a value he got from Irken society in general. After all, it’s pretty clear they don’t even have, like, a token excuse for their universe-conquering aspirations. They’re just doing this shit because destroying and subjecting the universe seems Fun and Cool. I mean, ‘Battle of the Planets’ demonstrates that better than anything. 

The Tallests have no idea of what to do with the planets they conquer. They don’t need them for anything. They decided Blorch's new purpose as a spur-of-the-moment decision and it was a Parking Structure Planet. Most of Irk’s single-use planets are pretty silly but this one especially so. Parking Structures only have value based on them being near a Place People Want to Go To, so a whole planet of them really defeats the whole idea. The Tallests only conquered Blorch and wiped out the Rat People because they want to conquer planets and wipe out sapient species.

And that is… exactly the same sort of meaningless cruelty Zim demonstrates. I mean… What Zim did with Prisoner 777 is literally just a smaller-scale recreation of what the whole Irken Empire did to the Vortians. And honestly, Zim actually has a slightly-better track record of actually getting ‘his’ Vortian to do what he wants. While the Irken Empire in general has basically shot themselves in the foot and assured all of their best technology is going to come with some sort of Stupid Hidden Flaw and all because they wanted to be the Conquerors rather than ‘just’ allies. 

The difference is really just that Zim values destruction so much he has problem processing that directing the destruction at his own people is still a very bad thing in the eyes of the empire.

And that’s… kind of the ideological blind spot the Tallests fall into during ‘Battle of the Planets’, I think. They should know that Zim is very much an Unstoppable Death Machine, just one that they can’t control and thus should be kept as far away from the Empire and Operation Impending Doom 2 as possible. But in their little Irken-Ideology-Poisoned minds - being an “Unstoppable Death Machine” is a Good Thing and Zim is obviously Bad - so, obviously logically he cannot be an Unstoppable Death Machine. 

And throughout this entire episode, the Tallest mock the idea that Zim is even capable of… not just achieving his and the Empire’s goals (obviously, yeah, he is incapable of doing that), but that he's even capable of properly causing destruction? Which they should know he is very capable of. And this is probably the closest he ever came in the show to legitimately destroying the human race. Only being foiled due to a huge stroke of luck on Dib’s part that nobody saw coming. And yet the Tallests were so certain that Zim, of all the Irkens in the galaxy, is somehow incapable of destroying a planet???

And at the end, Zim does prove himself as an Unstoppable Death Machine by, once again, managing to kill a fuckload of his own people while the Tallests laugh about how inaccurate that descriptor is for him. 

This is extra ironic with the Tallests throwing that one guy out of the airlock at the start of the episode

They punish others just for not remembering Zim’s rampage, but they clearly have not internalized what it Means themselves.

The fact that a guy like that even managed to reach the most prestigious not-height-based position in the Irken military in the first place should be a cause of some serious introspection of how Irken Military training and evaluation is handled. Especially when you consider much more competent would-be-Invaders like Tak got dismissed and punished for things totally outside of their control.

But… It seems like the only lesson anyone in the Irken Empire learned was just “Zim is awful”. Which is true, but isn’t really getting to the root of the matter. 

You can see another example of that mindset from the Tallests in ‘Hobo 13’. Because those two were so sure Zim was going to lose, and lose painfully. Because he is Incompetent, obviously that means he can’t do it. Totally forgetting that Zim actually totally has the athletic, combat and - most importantly, technological skills and out-of-the-box thinking that allowed him to survive and thrive. 

I mean, yeah, that means he cheated and threw his entire squad to the dogs for his own personal gain and petty sadistic amusement but… that is absolutely not something the Irken Empire frowns upon. The Tallests especially love to torment and even kill off their subordinates for the pettiest of reasons. Skoodge, featured in both of these episodes, is a great example.

And like, ‘being bad leaders and tormenting their own underlings’ is basically what the Tallests spend the entirety of that episode doing.

That Sergeant had ideological problems with Zim being such a horrible and callous leader, but that’s clearly not a representation of the Irken Empire’s stance. Quite the opposite really. Zim might be a disgrace to Hobo 13, but he was an exemplary Irken. The only reason why him winning was a problem is because he’s Zim and they all hate him.

And speaking of the Tallests’ own behavior reflecting Zim’s… let’s talk a bit about ‘Enter the Florpus’.

Because the downfall of the Irken Armada in that story is not just Zim’s fault. I mean, it is partly Zim’s fault. Without him there wouldn’t be a Florpus in the first place. But the narrative makes it constantly very very clear that this is Not Actually a Threat for the Armada… if not for the Tallests adamantly and childishly refusing to change course. 

The Tallests hate Zim, and they make it clear at every possible opportunity. And they hate him because he’s so damn incompetent and such a threat to the Empire’s safety. And yet they constantly demonstrate they possess the exact same core personality issues as Zim - they’re just slightly better having, like, a veneer of reasonability and being able to perceive reality (and also they are tall, which helps them get away with more.) And nowhere is it more obvious than ‘Enter the Florpus’...

Where the Tallests prove that they can be just as childish and single-minded -

And just as destruction-hungry - 

And just as quick to deny reality -

And just as disrespectful of their underlings. 

This recurring bit with the navigator is especially striking to me, because more than anything it makes me remember… Operation Impending Doom 1.

Two times the Irken Empire has been brought to the brink of collapse. And both of these times it is because a powerful high-ranking Irken (one time an Invader, the other time the Tallests themselves), refused to listen to the warnings and concerns of a lower-ranking expert Navigator - continuing with a course of destruction for their own people. 

You could say the Irken Empire was doomed from the start because of their own philosophy of cruelty and selfishness. Eventually, it was bound to create someone like Zim - who takes the Irken Ideology to its logical extreme in the most destructive way possible. Or you can say the Irken Empire was doomed from the start because of their asinine height-based class system. Which basically inevitably assures that at some point the reigns of the Empire will be at the hands of someone buffoonish and incompetent enough to drag the whole Empire down with them. And both of these viewpoints are true in their own way but also…

The Irken Empire was also doomed from the start cause, whatever this is a result of a culture that highly values obedience to your superiors over common sense, or because punishments for disobedience are just so terribly severe - these two Navigators continued to push those knobs and drive that ship even as they knew their commanders were mad and their actions were just driving their own Empire towards oblivion. 

Perhaps the Irken Military could use some sort of protocol of what to do when your superior is being clearly unreasonable and endangering not only the mission but literally the fate of your entire civilization? No, of course not. Yet another lesson not learned from Zim’s actions in ‘Impending Doom 1’. The only important lesson Irk needed to learn from that was just ‘Fuck This One Guy in Particular’.

Zim’s whole existence is like a twisted parody of the Irken Empire and all of its values. It’s really no wonder that the Tallest never got the joke. 

#invader zim #iz #zim #zim iz #iz zim #zim invader zim #tallest purple #tallest red #almighty tallest #invader zim tallest #enter the florpus #etf #iz etf #invader zim enter the florpus #invader zim etf #iz enter the florpus

[rafesslxt]

SUPP IM BACK WITH ANOTHER REQUEST!! How about professor riddle marks ur work but u didn't get good grades so he punishes u? xoxo mattheosslut22

omg i smiled at this like a fool and my boyfriend asked me what I was smiling about hahaha - yes my real boyfriend, not mattheo duh

thank you for requesting doll 🫶🏻 I‘m already writing a professor one shot right now but with more plot, just have to finish it 👀

Bad student | Professor!Mattheo Riddle

summary: Professor Riddle and you have a special agreement.

warnings: professor x student so don‘t read if you don‘t like, kissing, teasing, fingering, unprotected p in v

words: 2,4k

I looked down at the paper I got back from Professor Riddle. I got an F. Fuck. My gaze wanders up as he looks at me with raised eyebrows and a kind of disappointed look on his face. "You might want to come to me after class." he says in a chilli tone.

Professor Riddle and I have an agreement. A secret one. If I continue to write bad notes, he stops fucking me. As a motivation. And If I get good ones, I get a reward - which is his dick. As a motivation of course.

I sigh and nod but he already left to give the rest of the students their papers back, which of course were all better than mine.

He continues with class and tries to explain everything but I only can concentrate on what‘s going to happen after this class. It is the last one I have today which means I have time and don‘t need to rush out, which is good. Or bad? I don‘t know yet and that‘s exactly what worries me.

The ring interrupts my thoughs and brings me back to the reality. That I‘m alone with him. I swallow the clump in my throat down and gather my things together.

As I walk to the front of the classroom and towards his desk he doesn‘t even look at me. I breath out, loudly. " Sooo.." i start and try to get him to look up but he still doesn‘t.

While correcting another test and sqribbling something on it he talks " You know what our arrangement was,right? " "Mattheo I - I mean Professor I‘m really sorry okay? I promise it won‘t happen again!" I almost begged. I couldn‘t imagine losing him and our sessions, they got me addicted.

"Yeah you said that the last few times you got a bad grade but now an F? No y/n." "Pleease, fuck there has to be something that I can do! I‘m literally begging you."

I saw him smirking a little and I knew he loved to hear me beg like this, litte fucker.

"I swear I‘m always paying attention I just - I didn‘t have had time to study with quidditch and everything." I wasn‘t even lying on that.

"Prove it. I‘ll ask you Questions and you‘ll have to get at least.. 8 out them right. If not, you can come back when you write good once again after the holiday‘s"

I looked at him in shock. "Holidays?!“ "Yeah, the next test we write is after the holidays." I shook my head, not able to live that long without that dick. I know how desperate I sound, but that was exactly how good he fucked me. I tried to forget him, tried to find fun somewhere else but It was useless with these boys at school. He just knew every single move to get me trembling under his touch.

"Okay okay.. give me those questions." "Sit down." I did as soon as he told me to and looked up at him as he stands up and walks to the desk I‘m sitting on.

"First question: Let‘s start with a easy one.. Which spell will cast a body bind upon an enemy?" he asks me, looking directly into my eyes. I lick my lips before answering. "Petrificus Totalus."

"What‘s the strongest love potion in the world?" I started smiling when the memory of him showing it to us last week came back. "Amortentia." I answered him. "What did you smell?" he asks curious as he slowly places his hands beside me on the table, getting closer to my body. "Does that count as a question?" i ask him in a teasing tone. "Answer." he says in a demanding one but I didn‘t miss the excitement in his eyes." So I answer him. "You."

"Smelled you too.“ he mumbles as he gets closer to my neck which leaves me nervous and with goosebumps all over my body.

"What is your only defense against the Imperius Curse?" I felt his lips brush against my skin but still not kissing it which made me even more desperate. "There is no defense.." i answer lost. "Wrong." he whispers and bites the skin on my soft spot. I whine and squeeze my eyes shut. "M-maybe I need a little motivation.." i started and looked down at his shirt.

He rolled his eyes but still smirked a little as my hands found the buttons to his shirt. While I opened them he took out his wand from his back pocket of his jeans and spelled the door shut.

When I opened the last button I pushed the material to the side and let my hands glide over his abs which he knew i love so much. "Don‘t get too eager baby. You already got one wrong." Now I rolled my eyes as my fingers followed the contour of his abs. "Won‘t happen again."

"No matter how many legs you have, they'll all dance if you're cursed with what jinx?" I snort and answer "Tarantallegra. Easy." He nods and asks his next question, his face now on my throat again. "Which potion acts as a truth drug?" I swallow as I feel his soft lips now ghost over my skin again. I open my mouth a few seconds before answering. "Veritaserum."

His lips now meet my skin and I moan. "Correct." He murmurs, leaving wet and passionate kisses all over my throat. His hands find their way to my knees, leaving them there.

"One side effect of the Draught of Peace, If done incorrectly?" he asks me while letting his hands wander up my legs towards my tights slowly. I press my lips together as I feel myself getting wetter.

"Answer, I know you‘re a smart girl." he grins, kissing along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.

"Irreversible sleep. " "That‘s right, good girl." he starts playing with the hem of my skirt.

"Who created the main ingredient in the Elixir of Life?" "Nicolas Flammel." He nods and wanders towards my mouth with his lips. I start to get impatient and shift slighty on the table, making him smile again. "3 more baby."

"What is the final ingredient needed for Polyjuice Potion?" " Hair." As I answer correct, his lips connect with mine. My mouth almost opens itself when it feels his tounge gliding over my bottom lip. His hand moves further under my skirt, his fingers now right in front of my underwear. "I can already feel the heat from you." he groans against my lips before his tounge explores my mouth.

I let my hands wander to his back, where I scratch his skin slighty, sending shivers down his spine this time. "Hmm love when you do that." "I know."

He pulls away from my mouth a few inches and looks into my eyes. God his eyes. "When must Wolfsbane Potion be taken to be effective?" Shit. I really don‘t know. I think he saw it in my eyes when he lifted his eyebrows at me. "Uhm –" "Come on. We had this topic only a few weeks ago." "The week leading up to a full moon?" I ask more than answering.

I see a smirk forming on his lips and his head shaking. "So much for 'i listen to your classes', huh?" I groan in frustration. "Are you enjoying the thought of not fucking me for that long?" I ask him almost a little mad.

"No baby, my hand doesn‘t feel like you. But I know you‘ll feel even better after weeks of not riding my cock like you love to do." Wait. His hand? Doesn‘t he have like a tons of women at his feet? But I didn’t have that much time to think about it.

"Name me all of the Unforgiveable Curses." "Uhm – Avada Kedavra, Imperio and .. Crucio." He nods in approval and suddenly I can feel his fingers ghost over my damp underwear.

"Fuck baby, are you always this wet while answering your tests? Maybe I should help you next time so you don‘t write F‘s in my class hm?"

"Ask the last one." I say in a desperate voice. If I get this one right I can fuck him, If I get it wrong, these holidays will be the longest I ever had.

"Okay baby, now concentrate yeah? We had this last potion lesson. How long does Felix Felicis take to prepare?" I smile brightly at him as I instantly knew the answer to it. "6 months." i answer.

"Fuck thank god." he groans and pulls me closer to his body, my legs wrapping around his hips. "10 would have been enough." I answer him, my hands already in his soft curls, tugging at the ends which made him groan even more.

He picks me up and sits me down on his desk, pushing my upper body back. "Gonna give you your reward now baby. You were such a smart girl." he starts praising me. "Well, have a good teacher." "Oh yeah?" he smirks and pulls my skirt off. "Hmm, Professor Snape is actually really nice." Suddenly I feel pain flowing through my thigh, making me hiss.

I look down at him as he starts to kiss the skin he just bit. "Careful baby, don‘t forget who‘s in charge here." he mutters against my thigh, nibbling on it and preppering it with wet kisses. My hands find their way into his curly hair. "Please.." i whisper as he does the same to my other thigh.

"I would miss those little begs so much If I wouldn‘t have had them to hear over holidays." he mumbles against my skin, his lips now on my underwear. He groans as he pulls it down and sees my glistening folds.

And just like a starving man he pushed his fingers through my folds before lapping at my clit, making me bite down on my lip instantly. "Shit.." I breath out, closing my eyes too. "Nuh uh baby, look at me while I eat that sweet pussy of yours." he smirks when my eyes opened up again.

I look down at him, seeing just his eyes and a bit of his nose. Not once does he look away while eating me out and I can see the desire he's holding back right now clearly.

I feel him sliding two fingers inside me without a warning, groaning when they just slipped inside like nothing.

"Fuck me, please.." I beg, not being able to wait any longer. He lets go of me, his mouth and chin glistening from my wetness. I see him licking his lips, with half a smile, almost making me come just from the sight.

"Gonna pound that pussy numb, baby. Just preparing you for what will happen over the holidays." Since we had that agreement, I stayed almost every holidays here so I could spent them with him. "You're staying, right?" he asks as he sees me in thoughts. I start smiling and nod. " Of course." "Hmm good girl."

He pulls me closer to him again until my legs wrap around his hips. His hands open his belt, pushing his jeans and boxer shorts down, revealing his already throbbing cock.

He lets the tip glide over my clit teasing me. His mouth is open, breathing heavy and looking at me through his lashes. "Ready Baby?" "Uh-huh." I mumble, nodding before he finally pushes inside me.

"Fuck yes, so fucking tight." he groans as he slowly pushes inch for inch inside. I let my head fall back and bite down on my bottom li to not moan too loud.

He starts thrusting forward with his hips, making the table squeak against the floor and echoing through the classroom. "I swear I will never get tired of this pussy." he smirks down at me while his words send butterflies down my stomach. I let out a little whine as his right hand wanders up to my throat, cocking me just so slightly but good.

"You still gonna write bad grades, huh?" he ask me, thrusting harder now. "N-no?" I answer but it sounds more like a question. Suddenly he pulls out and turns me around so I'm laying flat with my stomach on the desk. He spreads my legs and pushes inside me again, putting his whole weight on me.

A moan slips past my lips but he puts his hand over my mouth, grinning arrogant. "Let me guess, 'oh daddy it's too much', right?" he mocks while rocking my whole shit into the table.

He pulls his hand away from my mouth and wraps it around my throat again, squeezing with more pressure than before. "Shit Mattheo" I groan, letting my eyes roll back into my head.

"What is it baby? Thought you're able to handle it hm? Should I stop?" "No, no don't stop." I whine out at the though of losing the feeling of him.

Suddenly I feel a sharp pain going through my body. I look behind me over my shoulder and see Mattheo smiling at me like a innocent angel. Yeah, right. He slaps my ass again, this time harder.

"What? Did you think this is gonna be all nice and shit? You still wrote a bad grade. Gonna have to punish you at least a little hm."

He does it again, over and over again until my whole ass is fire red. His thrusting of course continues without faltering. "Fuck I'm close." I groan, my eyes already shut. His hand slides under my body towards my clit and starts rubbing circles on it with his fingers.

"Come around my cock baby." And shit, I did. I feel my walls clenching around him, milking him almost. I hear him groan behind me and his thrust getting more uneven. "O-oh fuckk.." I feel him coming inside me, his head falling down against my shoulder.

"Shit, you always do this to me." he says before kissing my skin. "What do you mean?" "You always pull me in, would have fucked you no matter what grade you got. You just got me wrapped around your finger." I smile at his words, knowing damn well he got me hooked too.

The end was Kida rushed I'm sorry, let me know If you liked it 👀

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[wing-ed-thing]

Tandem (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: The two of you work together seamlessly. Your clear intimacy was usually left unspoken... that is, until Eren asks the stupid question.

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: Language, Fluff, No Reader Pronouns

Notes: I think it’s funny that my last Levi fic was about Levi and reader like... hating each other hahaha. I guess I simply must bring balance

“Do you have the—”

“Right here.”

Watching the two of you in action was fascinating. 

Levi tossed you a canister from over his shoulder. The metal container flipped through the air, nearly smacking Eren directly in the face. He ducked just in time. The canister landed perfectly into your outstretched hand. You didn’t even look up from the crate of supplies you were tending to. Eren sputtered.

“Hey, watch it! You almost hit me!” 

“Don’t be in the way.” You spoke the command in unison. Neither you nor Levi missed a beat. Eren caught a mutual eye roll as you and Levi continued to organize the new cargo shipment. 

You secured a thick wooden lid onto your crate and made a tick on your clipboard. You maneuvered out of the way just in time for Levi to heave over an equally massive wooden box. He stacked it on top of yours.  

“Tell me that’s all of it,” Levi grumbled, placing a familiar touch on your shoulder as he peered over your amassment of papers. You flipped the pages with a solemn shake of your head. 

“Between what we brought back from the expedition and the disaster that was this last shipment, I’d say we’re done with barely half.”

“Fucking hell…” 

Immediately after expeditions, your leftover supplies would be checked and consolidated into storage to prepare for the next outing and regular patrols. That had always been an undertaking and typically took the whole night. But when you were away, a new shipment of supplies had come early. A disorganized mess of various crates and trunks, Commander Erwin nearly hit the roof before he stormed over to the supplier’s office to complain. 

The company had apparently shifted management, and the new owner thought he could cut corners. At least, that’s what you guessed. 

Levi slowly turned to Eren as you made a few frustrated scribbles in your notes. The crease in his brow deepened, and a vein above his eye twitched. 

“What are you doing just standing around, Jaeger?” Levi stepped forward, gesturing to the chaos of stacked and scattered materials across the room. “You think these big-ass boxes will grow legs and walk to storage by themselves?”

“Section Commander Zacharius sent us in here to help. He’s finishing up outside.” A bead of sweat formed on Eren’s temple. Levi stared wordlessly, scowling. “Sir!”

“You can help Jean,” you said, glancing up from your attempt at an organization sheet. You gestured over to where Jean knelt by a mountain of wooden crates. Heavy pouches and metal parts poured out of the sprawling containers. “He’ll need all the help he can get separating the flour sacks from the deconstructed ODM gear.”

Jean met Eren’s eye, exhausted and annoyed at the prospect of working with Eren on top of his menial task. Mikasa carried three boxes stacked on top of each other somewhere in the background. 

The entire regiment worked into the night. Empty crates were slapped with proper labels, refilled with the correct material, and sent to storage. The rate at which you and Levi put together a plan was astounding, and you quickly ordered your exhausted soldiers around in teams to get the job done. 

Jean and Eren worked to separate the flour sacks from the gear, moving gingerly to avoid crushing anything. Some bags were broken. Eren blew white particles off of a grip and onto Jean’s slacks. Jean scowled but was too tired to complain. The two of them took to sorting out the pieces of gear quietly, Jean placing the parts in their respective bins as Eren sifted through the mess of metal and wires. He was left with a small box of screws at the end of his work.

“Um, do we have a box for screws?”

“Screws?” Jean repeated, glancing over the closed crates. “No?”

Eren shrugged and put them in his pocket. 

You and Levi continued to work seamlessly together, racing throughout the room and ensuring everything was sorted. You passed your clipboard back and forth as you elapsed each other. Eren could hardly see the handoff. He chased after you after he closed the last crate of flour. 

“Section Commander!” you turned with a stack of random materials in your arms. The soldiers from your squads gathered around you, deliberating with each other over the orientation of the storage. “Jean and I finished. Where else can I be of assistance?” You handed your supplies to one of your team leaders, giving instructions before returning to Eren. 

“Captain Levi has the list,” you said, moving another set of boxes down to the floor. Your team took to opening them. You looked down and groaned at the sight, running a hand over your face. Inside, the supplier had packaged together explosives and yeast. “What a mess.”

Eren ran off to find Levi, who stood in the courtyard supervising the organization of horse feed. Levi gave two firm slaps to a neat assembly of boxes as he addressed a group of six. The compilation had been mislabeled as “bread grains.”

“You’ll take these to the stables. You hear me? The stables. If I see a lick of this shit in the kitchen, you’ll eat horse food for the rest of your life.” Eren approached him cautiously, offering him a salute.

“Sir! How can I be of assistance?” Levi huffed, blowing a tuff of his bangs away from his forehead. 

“I just gave the list back. Go ask the Section Commander.”

“Uh…” Eren croaked, having just spoken to you. “Well, I just spoke to—”

“Eren!” Armin appeared in the doorway out to the courtyard with a wave. The torchlight made his blond hair shine even more golden. “We need your help with the swords!” 

“There you go,” Levi snorted, gesturing down the hall where Armin disappeared. He bumped Eren’s shoulder as he passed.

Luckily, things were beginning to wrap up by the time Eren nearly dropped from exhaustion. After the swords came lentils mixed with the smoke-gun pellets and then the tangled ODM wires. You and Levi were powering on at the same pace you had been for the night— perhaps even more rigorously— but Eren could see the burnout on your faces. A rule of thumb whispered among the cadets dictated that the two of you appeared visibly grumpier with tiredness, not that anyone would dare tell you that. 

Levi maneuvered around you, snatching something you offered wordlessly in your hand. He sent off the last of the cargo boxes with a small team of drained recruits, and as he turned to you, he didn’t have to say a thing before you tossed the clipboard to him. He caught it like a frisbee. 

“That’ll do it,” you announced. Your voice echoed off the stone walls of the now-empty room. “Thank you, everyone, for your hard work. I’m sure you’re very tired. Dismissed!” 

Eren breathed a sigh of relief as you marched out of the room. He quickly took his leave, filing out with the rest of his friends as they trudged back to the barracks in exhaustion. No one said a word as they crossed through the courtyard, too drained from the expedition and the organization disaster to say anything. 

Eren stuck his hand in his pocket, stopping short when he felt the small box of screws he had put in there earlier. Armin shot him a worried look as he started back toward the packaging room, too fatigued to ask where he was going. Eren said nothing, jogging back so he could return as quickly as possible. 

You and Levi sat on the stone floor, back to back, as he read over the materials list. Your head tilted back to rest on his shoulder. He did the same, his short hairs brushing against your cheek. Two cups of tea sat on the floor next to you. That must be where you went when you dismissed everyone.

“The twenty units of ODM wire—”

“Southwestern storage with the grips,” you yawned. You closed your eyes, letting yourself slouch back into Levi. He said nothing as you nuzzled into the shoulder of his jacket.

“Updated uniforms and linens—”

“Forth floor. They need to be organized, but they can be distributed soon.”

“Great. Like we haven’t had enough of that tonight.”

Eren stood frozen in the entryway. He clutched the box of screws in his hand, stepping off to the side to avoid being seen. Something inside told him that he shouldn’t be there, that the scene in front of him was too intimate for his prying eyes. He watched on anyways, wondering if he should just wait until tomorrow. 

You finished your tea, placing it on the ground with a disappointed hum. You reached for Levi’s and took it in the pads of your fingers. Levi brushed his cheek against your hair and tilted his face to look at you. He didn’t get very far with your head in the way.

“Excuse you,” he frowned. “You have your own.”

“Finished mine,” you muttered, half asleep. Levi shook his head before returning to read the rest of the list. He flipped a page. 

At that display, Eren decided that he could definitely wait until the next day. Stealthily, he returned to the little, lit hallway to take his leave. 

That was until the little box of screws clattered to the floor. The sound reverberated off the stone, causing both you and Levi to turn to the noise. You sat up straight with eyes snapped open with alertness. Eren cringed, picking up the box, and with no choice, he revealed himself. 

“The hell are you doing up?” Levi snapped with a deep scowl. “You were just dismissed. Or do you want more work?” Eren almost flinched.

“I forgot about this.” He held up the forgotten cargo, giving it a rattle. You yawned again, a strangled noise of affirmation escaping you.

“Oh, thank you, Jaeger. You can leave that with me.” Eren scampered across the room to your outstretched hand. It dropped with the weight of the tiny container. With a simple thanks, you once again sent him on his way. 

***

“Do you think the Section Commanders are, you know, together?” Eren asked in a hushed tone at the dinner table the next day. Armin’s forehead wrinkled in thought.

“Which ones?”

“Yours and Captain Levi.” Eren played absentmindedly with the leftover stew on his plate. The entire table seemed to stiffen. A few nervous eyes glanced around the mess hall for any leadership within the radius to overhear. Eren hardly noticed the way the former members of the 104th seemed to lean forward.

“I think they’re all together,” Reiner finally spoke, eyes darting around the room again.

“What? You mean like all at once?” Bertholdt laughed nervously, swiveling his head as he spoke. He rubbed at the back of his neck with his large palm.

“Yeah!” Reiner exclaimed in a hushed tone. The table leaned closer. He gestured emphatically with his hands. “I mean, you’re in this line of work. Everyone’s ripped and sexy—”

Connie let out a roaring cackle.

“You did not just refer to Captain Levi as ripped and sexy!” 

Reiner sputtered as cheeky grins and bouts of laughter spread across the group. Reiner clutched the edge of the table as his pale skin turned a bright shade of red.

“You know that’s not what I meant!” he stammered, just about standing up to slam his hand on the table, causing various utensils to clatter. The noise was not too out of the ordinary for the cafeteria. “That’s not what I meant! I meant my squad leader!” Connie propped an elbow on the table, counting his fingers to accent his words. 

“Section Commander Levi: ripped and sexy. Section Commander Miche: ripped and sexy. Section Commander Hange—” Reiner slapped Connie’s hand from across the table, causing Connie to just about go into hysterics. He collapsed into Sasha’s shoulder. Bertholdt tugged the back of Reiner’s shirt, urging him to sit back down. 

“That is the opposite of what I meant!”

“You said everyone, Reiner!” Connie had nearly burst into tears. He heaved between labored breaths. “What— what if they…! What if they made— Hahaha! A calendar?! What if they made one of those sexy calendars?!” His deranged delirium was contagious, the taboo notion enough to make Mikasa cover her face with a shake of her head. She continued small bites of her food. 

“Shirtless Levi calendar just for you, Reiner.” He stood at a loss as Jean reached up to knock against his bicep. Reiner sat down in defeat, hands rubbing over his face as Bertholdt gave him a heavy-handed pat. 

“What made you ask, Eren?” Christa’s gentle voice somehow made it down to the other side of the table. He craned to be able to see her before looking off, wondering if he should say anything. He didn’t think for long, if at all.

“I walked in on them last night—” An eruption of astonished gasps and cries cut him off—a jumbled chorus of sounds molded over each other. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute!”

Sasha’s voice carried over everyone else��s. 

“Levi and Reiner?!” She exclaimed. Reiner somehow grew redder. 

“Of course not!”

“No, he means our captain and Levi, right Eren?” Armin clarified, and Eren nodded. 

“When you say walked in on them—” Jean glanced around the room, eyes widening with emphasis. “Did you mean walked in on?”

“No, no,” Eren stuttered, running a hand through his scalp as he thought of describing what he saw. “I’d say they were more cuddling.”

“Cuddling,” Reiner repeated with a single downward nod. He crossed his arms over his chest as he squared his shoulders back. “You walked in on the squad leaders… cuddling.”

“Well, they weren’t really cuddling. They were sitting back-to-back against each other more… nuzzling. And sharing a cup of tea.” Eren trailed off, face contorted in a pained expression as he continued to play with his hair. Armin nudged him under the table, barely picking up his head to offer him the contrite look painted on his expression. 

“Eren…”

“I think it’s kinda romantic!” Christa brushed a few hairs behind her ear. “Two soldiers fighting for their lives with no one to lean on but each other! I could see them together. Maybe Captain Levi would loosen up a bit if he was dating.” Ymir grumbled something incoherent. 

“I think we’ve all been in a room where Captain Levi’s shared a cup of tea with all the leadership.” Reiner glanced around the table, unimpressed. “Is that supposed to be a euphemism or something?”

“It was the same cup!”

“Things sure are lively over here.” Everyone froze. “What are we talking about?”

You placed a warm hand on his shoulder. Eren’s eyes followed the length of your sleeve to your smiling face. You glanced over the group, slightly taken aback at the sudden silence. Levi came up to Eren’s left with crossed arms. 

“We heard from everyone coming the other way that you couldn’t shut up, and now you decide to be quiet?” Connie met Reiner’s eye from across the table.

“The calendar,” he mouthed, and Reiner resisted the urge to throw a spoon at him. 

“We were just talking about Sasha’s dating life!” Eren exclaimed, much to Sasha’s horror. You beamed.

“Oh, how fun!” Levi rolled his eyes, maneuvering around you. 

“I’m grabbing food. You want the usual?” He leaned in slightly, a gentle touch on your back. The table watched with bated breath. You smiled and nodded.

“Yes, please!” With your confirmation, he left. You turned back to the table, your hand still on the back of Eren’s chair. “Dating! That’s so exciting! You have to tell me!” The group exchanged looks. Normally, they would tell you. That is if there was anything to tell. 

“Are you dating, Section Commander?” Sasha quirked an eyebrow, hoping to turn the heat onto someone else. 

“Oh, uh—” You stuttered, thrown off at the sudden question. You could feel the heat of their intense stares. —“No, not really.” You let out a nervous laugh. Surely you were missing something. You missed the silent eye contact Eren made with Armin.

“Not really?” Eren repeated, twisting his mug in his hands as he stared at his water. Reiner studied him, wondering that perhaps Eren had been onto something after all. Mikasa kicked Eren under the table. He flinched, composing himself just before Levi returned with your food. 

“You guys are sure acting strange tonight.” Bertholdt refused to look you in the eye. You let out another nervous chuckle before taking your plate from Levi with thanks. 

“They ran out of the rolls, but I got you the—”

“The baguette?” Your face lit up at the sight of the tiny baguette on the corner of your plate. You faced Levi with a grin. “Have I ever told you that you were the best?” 

“Sure, sure.” He didn’t acknowledge the rest of the 104th as he stormed toward the exit. You offered them a wave goodbye.

“Sorry, we can’t stick around. I’ll see you all later! Good luck, Sasha!” With one last wave, you hurried after Levi and left together. 

As soon as you were well down the hallway, the table erupted in debate.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Ah, I love writing young Eren as the stupid little baby he is 🙏 Heavily channeling Bluey “do you have a wife?”

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[unowneyenon]

EDIT: i made this list only a little while ago and ever since then SO MANY FINDINGS ARE OUT!!!! OMG EVERYONE IS SO SMART!!! this list is VERY VERY SMALL ANS A LITTLE OUTDATED!!! for the more updated version, go to my profile and it’s the pinned post!!!!!

🏡 The Welcome Home Update Discovery List!🏡

DISCLAIMER🏡 this edit is a HUGE WIP right now and i edit this post very frequently! VERY. i can find new material very fast, which makes it hard to publish it all fast!

hello neighbors! the new welcome home update just released and i hopped on in immediately—i made a post about it literally 10 minutes ago. since then, i’ve already found MORE and MORE content!! thus, to share this information with the fandom and also help others find how to access some of this information (of which nobody else has really posted about yet AT THE MOMENT I AM TYPING THIS) i’ve decided to create a big update masterlist of everything me and others have found it this update it will be updated regularly and will be pinned on my acc! happy findings! (ps: please boost this if u can i want to solve mysteries with this hellsite!!)

🏡videos!🏡

side note—it appears all the main glitchy videos with the voice actors can be found by clicking on the numerous bugs around the site! SIDE side notes—i don’t use a computer to access welcome home, so maybe there is a way to do this on a computer. on the front page wayyyyy at the bottom near the count of how many people have visited the site, there’s a beetle i cant click on that just SCREAMS “click me!” PLEASE someone click it because it will not be me

the spider — found on the top right of the “stickers” page, this video goes through a conversation between barnaby & julie, with julie saying really bad jokes in attempt to be funny (she’s is but she isn’t at the same time! i love corny jokes so she’s funny in my eyes). also, something i’ve noticed throughout these videos appears to be that wally is in many, if not all of them. he’s just nonverbal and does not speak. at ALL. but he is in them. barnaby actively talks to a person beside from julie, and at the end, julie says a sentence that ends with “… wasn’t it wally?” asking for his opinion. BUT BUT BUT the video cuts and glitches off as soon as she says wally! it’s very similar to how all these videos end!!

the praying mantis — found at the bottom of the “about us” page, clicking on a little preying mantis will lead you to a video of sally and julie rehearsing for a play! idk if it has any deep meaning yet (besides the random deep voice at the end) but it’s so silly!!!! like julie is so silly i love her!!!! (TW minor glitching and weird deep voice at end which is sorta a pattern in the vids)

the fly — found on the page titled “welcome home” and can be accessed by clicking on a fly that appears on screen. this video depicts frank and barnaby’s voices, discussing frank’s flowers in his garden. the video itself shows what appears to be a smashed orange/pumpkin thing in a woodsy area, as (what i think looks like) a face looms in the background (TW sorta loud noises and glitching!

🏡audios!!🏡

both of these audios are of wally speaking directly to the listener, and can be found on the “welcome home” titled page (at least that’s where i found them) by clicking on crayon-drawn flowers shown here:

yellow flower — depicts wally asking the listener “what are you waiting for? to hear from me again? hahaha! that means you can hear me.” , as a heartbeat noise is heard in the background (it’s not as creepy as it sounds i promise)

red and blue flowers — wally saying; “that’s what an eye looks like. my eyes are black. what color are yours?” as a heartbeat noise plays in the background

house scribble — found DIRECTLY on the front page like as soon as you enter the site. wally says; “there you are! welcome home! hahaha” he’s so silly imo

the star — found on the stickers page by clicking the star scribble. this one kinda scared me a LITTLE with what was happening on screen but wally says: “do you like to draw? i do. do you know how to draw an eye? first, you draw a circle. then, you draw a smaller circle inside. then, you color it in.” this one’s really cool go watch it and you’ll see!

🏡other stuff i noticed (WIP)!!🏡

in the “spider” video, julie says to barnaby that her joke will “knock your [barnaby’s] head off!” which is funny, but not the haha way. because there is art made by clown illustrations of barnaby, who’s head is rolled on the floor

like. ITS RIGHT INBETWEEN HIS LEGS ON THE FLOOR. HIS HEAD IS OFF

#IM SO SO SO EXCITED #LITERALLY YIPPIE!!! HUZZAH!! IM SORTA HELPING A FANDOM AND A PIECE OF MEDIA I ADORE!! #welcome home arg #welcome home wally #welcome home #welcome home puppet show #wally darling #frank frankly #barnaby b beagle #sally starlet #julie joyful

[psychotrenny]

When Liberals describe a piece of media dealing with contemporary war or politics as being "Morally Ambiguous" they mean nearly always mean that it questions the specific decisions of those in power, not the basic ideological assumptions that their power rests upon. Like it's always "Was it a good idea to invade this tyrannical terrorist shithole in order to spread freedom and democracy?" or "Is it okay to torture evil terrorists shitheads to save people from their oppression", never questioning whether the US actually are protecting the innocent and spreading prosperity or if their enemies really are straightforwardly sadistic oppressors. It may question whether the US is acting like a good guy, but it always affirms that the US inherently is good or at least has the greatest capacity to be. Even in Liberal media where the doesn't come off looking the best, they still make sure to present their enemies as even worse. Not to mention the way that any atrocities the US does commit are presented as either mistakes, malicious perversions of the system (probably orchestrated by enemy infiltrators anyway) or tragic but necessary evils. Meanwhile the atrocities committed by their foes are the proof of their innate evil and strong necessity of stopping them; this is the basis of that whole discussion around whether terrible means should be adopted to achieve the noble end of defeating these villains.

And like a story apparently "isn't making a political statement" when it doesn't give a clear answer on these terms, but the terms themselves are never up for discussion. Like I heard someone call Call of Duty: Modern Warfare "apolitical" because it neither justifies nor condemns stuff like those SAS soldiers torturing Arabs and killing sleeping or unarmed Russians (leaving it for the player to decide oooooooooh sooooo deep), as though its choice of antagonists and decision to present them as unambiguously evil isn't a statement in of itself. And like its choice to give Soviet imagery to the Russian Ultranationlists is apparently just a silly oversight (like ooooh real Ultranationalists hate those Soviet lefties hahaha) that says nothing at all about the creator's view of international politics and anti-US ideologies.

As far as your average Liberal is concerned, media contains political statements are when a character turns directly to the camera and says "This thing is good/bad". Anything else is deep stuff that makes you think and lets you come to your own conclusions. Just play the game, don't worry about who set the rules

#of course the US isn't the only nation to get this treatment but as the current Capitalist-Imperialist hegemon it receives it the most #and by a large margin too #even media from other Imperial Core nations will often cover the USA in such a manner #Stella Speaks

[dreammeiser]

Is it okay to ask what where the inspiration for the characters of Dream along?

Of course! I'm always dying to talk about their creation and inspiration but worry about getting too wordy/annoying about it, so I hardly talk about it unless asked (please ask me about my brainrot heeheehee). I can only fit so much on an Instagram Story or a Tweet, so I'm glad you asked here. I guess this will be the master reference for them. Sorry in advance that this is wordy!!

I made these characters spanning the past 14-15 years, with their story only being worked on about 10+ years ago, give or take. I will mention that they were made with Earl as a starting point while I was working at the cool puppet place; the show I was interning on wasn't scratching the creative itch I had, so it was recommended to me to make the project that I wish I was working on. :oD

The Muppets, Sesame Street, Osamu Tezuka's works, and Moomin were some animated/puppet media off the top of my head that always stuck with me my whole life and have influenced my retro inspired work the most. They all had such sweetness and charm to them, and all felt like a found family :o) My favorite trope. Puppets were also just deeply meaningful to me because they were physical forms of creativity and childlike wonder you could hold and play with! I thought whenever you made one, you put a little bit of your heart and soul into them.

I wanted the Dreamalong Gang to have the charm of Jim Henson's and Tove Jansson's characters, but I wanted them to have the humor and intrigue of Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and Welcome to Night Vale. DHMIS and Night Vale actually inspired the story the most because they were both a really nice mix of absurdist humor and horror! Sleep Paralysis Demons were a point of intrigue for me that I thought were perfect for a Dreamscape setting, so I started working on including those.

The Dreamalong Gang has little bits and pieces of friends that I had loved, but I leaned into the group dynamics more for them. They're composed of friends I wished I had growing up!

Visually, I'd think of a fun/dream adjacent theme for the characters to tie them all together thematically. I know people tend to bark at me when they see what I'm inspired by but, I don't like to copy directly from my inspiration sources. They're just there to inspire you, ya know?

Archie's theme was Wishing Stars and Bedtime Stories; Hunson Abadeer from Adventure Time used to be on here, but I moved away from anything that might've made Archie spooky. I forgot to include Peter Pan and his Shadow on here, but they inspired him as well!

When it came to palettes, sometimes I'd have something in mind for them already like with Roy G Biv, Archie, and Mae-- Roy has his kidcore rainbow/SMPTE bars, Archie had some of my favorite blues and creams with a pastel minimal rainbow, Mae's were based off the colors of a golden hour rainstorm I had seen on my travels. Other times I had to play around with what color I hadn't used much of yet. I wonder if you can tell which colors are my least favorite and which ones I like a lot hahaha :'o)

I would also think about stories and songs that went with the characters thematically and use those to shape their character a little further, like looking to The Impossible Dream from the 1972 Man of la Mancha and Moon River for Archie, as well as old Ole Lukoje fairytales. He used to draw inspiration from Hijo de la Luna, but I wanted his story to be more upbeat on surface level with hidden tones of sadness instead of dramatic.

I don't want this to get tooooo long, so I'm going to put a pin in it there. If people want to know more in depth inspiration sources for specific characters feel free to ask! I like being open about my inspiration sources and my process since so many other artists gatekeep stuff. I hope this was a nice read!! :o)

#thank you for the ask! #please ask me questions yes yes #If you are curious or unsure! Always ask! #I will get to them hopefully soon! #dream along with me #dawm project #dawm asks

[prince-liest]

How do you think Vox would react if Alastor died?

Something like this? https://twitter.com/limajey25/status/1760282364142321853?t=WGDtnbp-lulvhMEJyBo2LA&s=19

Oh man, I think this is very much it, hahaha. Vox is absolutely cheering for Alastor's death in canon, but they have such a... Batman and Joker vibe, in a way, at least with regard to Vox's obsession with Alastor. I think that if Alastor actually kicked it, Vox would probably genuinely celebrate his new opportunity for dominion for a while!

But the way he reacts and immediately flings himself directly back into the throes of obsession and the subsequent public meltdown he has when Valentino tells him Alastor is back from his mysterious sabbatical is NOT the behavior of a guy whose feelings are pure platonic hatred and rivalry, ahaha.

It's said that the opposite of hatred isn't love, it's apathy, and I think that's really echoed by the way that the most powerful of personal hates are often mired in a cocktail of other very complicated feelings. We see clues of that in Alastor revealing that Vox had asked him to join the Vees, and the torn-off photo of Alastor on Vox's planning table that previously showed Vox. It's kind of a catch-22: as long as Vox hates Alastor so badly that he's eating popcorn to cheer on his death, it also means he's unable to let go of whatever underlying feelings are fueling that hatred and will probably blindside him like a cast iron pan to the skull if Alastor actually dies.

#ask #anonymous #radiostatic #vox #alastor #hazbin hotel #personal #meta

[thequietkid-moonie]

Affectionate S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Fubuki, Shouko ]

[ One Punch Man ] [ Komi-san can't comunicate ]

Despite the fact that im incredibly affectionate I had some troubles to write this because i didn't know how to express it hahaha

Please remember that i only write for gender neutral, and I don't write for Tatsumaki so she's out

Anyways, it was interesting to write, hope you enjoy!

Fubuki

Fubuki is a rather prideful woman, she holds a lot of pride for her power and what she had achieved on the hero fundation, however she is rather emotional too, deep down she feels insecure and tent to doubt herself some times, so when she actually gets into a relationship is with someone she trust and knows can show her more vulnerable side

Just as she holds pride from her powers she also holds pride from her relasionship, she loves you dearly and doesn't has problem with showing to everyone how a wonderful partner she has, and yet when is you the one talking good of her she actually gets flustered rather easily

Fubuki shows a prideful expression whenever she is bragging about you with others (even when her subordinates) but whenever she is with you her expression softens, even when she speak with the same determination and pride there is a lot of love in her behavior. She lets herseft be vulnerable with you, so you showing so much love and affection during those times goes directly towards her heart

Fubuki can easily handle compliments, telling herself that she used to them for her position and power, but the truth is that deep inside of her is making her heart go faster, she is more used to feel like nothing compared to her sister so reciving sincere compliments from someone she loves hits her harder that how she likes to admit, it make her feel special and loved

Telling her that you love her directly makes her more flustered and can catch her off guard, it quickly make her flustered but still she tries to keep her composture (funny because her cheeks are all red), specially if you two are in public (her subordinates just get used to seeing you being affectionate with her and see her all flustered, they normally don't say nothing about it but they share some silly smiles with each other, happy for you two)

Being physicaly affectionate towards her has an even bigger effect on her, that makes her more flustered but she never fails to return the gesture, she prefer if you dont do it in public because of her reputation and because she can't resist the urge to cuddle you and kiss you more whenever you are being so cute, physical affection out of nowhere always catch her off guard, even if you already were by her side, however there are also some times where she is the one initiating the affection (that doesn't mean she wont be a little blushy)

She doesn't mind at all you being affectionate, in fact she really enjoy it, but prefer if you do it whenever is just the two of you or at least out of her work, she just can get easily distracted by you and she doesn't want to take the risk of you getting in danger because she couldn't concentrate in her surroundings

Shouko Komi

Shouko suffer from a severe anxiety, what lead her to have a lot of difficulties in her day by day, still that doesn't stop her from loving you and wanting to be with you

It would take her a lot from her to be able to get used to be in a relationship, but as much as it make her feel anxious and even insecure she tries her best to overcome her insecurities and take some steps forward, trying to show you her love in diferent ways, however your affectionate behavior doesn't make things easy for her

Shouko isn't used to affection, most part of her family aren't physicaly affectionate and just shows their care and love in their own indirect ways, so suddenly having someone who is actively and openly affectionate towards her is really new, it make her feel really anxious because she doesn't know how to answer, it would take her a while to get used to it

Shouko is more used to don't have friends and be ignored, and suddenly being in the spotlight is dificult for her, most of the time she relay on you and in Hitohito for comfort whenever it came to trying new things (but she is slowly improving to be more open), and since you two are dating she relay more on you now, however she freeze whenever you are affectionate to her in an attempt to comfort her or make her feel safe, she wants to run away and hide for feeling flustered but at the same time she just want to melt under your loving touch

In other cases, where you are affectionate and shows her love just because you felt like it isn't different, everytime she is shocked, staring at you for a moment before nervously trying to think on what to do, should she say something? Should she return the gesture? Should just stand there? Can she run away to try and hide her inmense blush?

Being affectionate with words, by telling her how much you love her or compliments are easier to handle for her, it will flustered her (specially if you insist on what you tell her) but definetly is something she can handle, but being physicaly affectionate is more difficult for her to handle, she will freeze until she finally fully process what it is happening and is able to return the gesture, shy and completely flustered but she does return the gesture (or at least try)

As much as she gets flustered and even anxious, Shouko doesn't want you to stop, she loves any loving gesture you have with her, she probably freeze in the spot and become a blushing mess but she totally love it, if you try to stop yourself from showing affection in attempt to don't make her feel anxious, like diminishing your affection, stoping at half way or even apologizing it would affect her more than the actual affection, she grows to love it quite a lot and she can actually feel the lack of it, she will try to win the courage to tell you to please don't stop, she does want you to continue being affectionate, she wants to melt under your embrace and heard you tell her sweet nothings (well, that last part she isn't able to actually say it)

Requested by @the-ultimate-puppteer

#one punch man #one punch man x reader #opm x reader #fubuki #fubuki x reader #komi can't communicate #komi can't comunicate x reader #shouko komi #shouko komi x reader #shouko x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

[writingpracticetime]

Did you have any thoughts, story-wise, on what Sandy herself thinks of all this and what her circumstances are? There are of course the inferences that can be made from that letter she got sent (and more specifically that it was turned over unopened) but is/was she in the public eye? Is she kept under close observation in case Constructor/Architect tries to approach her directly, and so on?

Oh I absolutely do have story thoughts about Sandy's opinions on everything. But the trouble with Sandy is--

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Excerpts from recordings of meetings between the Architect and various associates.

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CYBERSCOUT

--and, sorry, remind me why we care?

CONSTRUCTOR

We need to try to anticipate the general public objections to this. We won't be able to avoid them, not when we're going to be breaking so many laws. But we can at least anticipate them and get our own narrative out in advance. 

HOBBES

I don't think you get the question. We're villains. Why are we tiptoeing around "public objections?"

CONSTRUCTOR

Because, this is ultimately for the public. We need to try and get out the word about how people are asking for our help, so people know we're responding to their needs. Besides, we can’t accomplish anything for the public without the public. Like Sandy said.

CYBERSCOUT

Who?

CONSTRUCTOR

My--nevermind. Anyway, as I said, let me try to figure things out with Lethe for a minute.

CYBERSCOUT

Alright, alright. I needed to head out anyway, just call me when you have an idea of what shit you want me to spread online.

(Shuffling, people leaving and closing the door behind them.) 

CONSTRUCTOR

So you should have a better idea of what people are going to say to all of this. (Pause) Lethe?

LETHE

Sandy...? Cassandra White?

CONSTRUCTOR

You know her?! (Pause) Wait, then--what does she think about me now? Has she--

LETHE

Oh, u-uh no, sorry. I haven't--I never met her, never stood close enough to read her mind certainly. I-I wouldn't know what she thinks about you.

CONSTRUCTOR

...Oh.

LETHE

I just... heard a lot about her.

CONSTRUCTOR

...Funny. Not many people have.

LETHE

Yeaaaaah, um.

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Blog post by Edward Katzenberger, journalist. Later removed and found on wayback.archive.org.

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WHO IS CASSANDRA WHITE?

So, my long term followers all know about my hilariously derailed profile of Constructor assigned shortly before the stadium incident. I’ve kept you all abreast of the many, many delays related to high security super prisons and then my subject running off to start a supervillain career. Because of course, the second I get assigned this extremely exciting personality piece, Constructor becomes completely unreachable.

Alright, well, you might not believe me, but Constructor's manager/agent turned out to be even harder to reach.

At the time, I decided to take the "Frank Sinatra Has a Cold" approach and paint a portrait of Constructor based on the testimonies of coworkers, friends and family. I then found out that I could get testimonies from construction workers and urban planners about what the hero was like to work with (largely positive, if saddened by the recent turn of events) but nothing on what this incredibly beloved figure was like as a friend or family member.

The one thing I kept hearing from everyone was "Cassandra White would know more. The two of them seemed really close."

Now there was a problem: I couldn't find out who the fuck Cassandra White was.

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BONFIRE

You got a--Oh, sorry. Working on something right now?

CONSTRUCTOR

Not work. I'm just-- (sounds of paper, flipping and folding it as Bonfire gets close) Just writing something.

BONFIRE

Writing...?

CONSTRUCTOR

Just scrawling out some thoughts, I guess.

LETHE

Mm. (Quiet) What are you both looking at me for?!

CONSTRUCTOR

What was that about?

LETHE

What was what about??

BONFIRE

Something about the writing...?

LETHE

Nothing! Nothing about the writing. I was just, I was making a noise. Thinking about something else, hahaha.

BONFIRE

.....What is it?

CONSTRUCTOR

Nothing! ... Lethe.

LETHE

I'm sorry! Don't be mad at me!

CONSTRUCTOR

I'm not mad! That was just--that was private.

BONFIRE

What was private?

LETHE AND CONSTRUCTOR

Nothing!

CONSTRUCTOR

(After a pause) ...I was just writing to Sandy again.

BONFIRE

(Irritated, sizzling noise) Ah, right. Sandy.

CONSTRUCTOR

See! This is why I didn't want to tell you.

BONFIRE

I don't see why you couldn't--

LETHE

Leaving! I'm leaving!

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It turns out Cassandra White was Constructor’s agent. I try to look her up online and? Nothing. No facebook profile, no personal website, not even a LinkedIn. 

That has to be odd for someone who works in PR, right?

I do a little searching to find the agents of other superheroes. I contacted one, and got an interview. I've lost the thread of trying to piece together Constructor's life but I'm curious dammit. I mention the issue I've had with finding her anywhere. He nods his head while I explain the wild goose chase I've been on.

"Well, White is a whole other ballgame," he says. "She took her privacy seriously, and I'm also pretty sure she scrubbed a lot of her history. She was meticulous about records--knowing names in media, tech, and various public archives who could help you scrub a dumb tweet before it snowballed into a PR crisis for your client."

"You can get rid of internet records?"

"Well, not easily. And not after people realize they're important, that's for sure," he said. "I once told her things on the internet are forever. She said, 'No. If people pay attention, then they're forever. But if no one cares in the first place, then it never existed at all.'"

"So there was a process she used to make sure people's images stayed clean," I said, "And she used the same process to make herself a ghost?"

"I imagine so. I mean, she's retired from being an agent and has her fingers in all sorts of other pies these days. Businesses, investments, politics. Plus, I imagine becoming a billionaire or whatever has made her priorities shift."

Billionaire. I think I almost choked on my coffee. "You can become a billionaire from being a PR agent?"

"You can't," he said. "But White did."

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DOC

--nd now that we got that patched up, this is the part where you tell my why the fuck the police caught you anyway.

CONSTRUCTOR

Uhh... Dunno. Not sure how they found me.

DOC

Where did they track you down?

CONSTRUCTOR

Um... I'm not feeling up for this conversation right now.

HOBBES

It was that new square in York XIV that looks like a Whole Foods staged a violent invasion.

DOC

....okay, is there a reason you decided to be wandering alone around in an area with shit ton of white moms ready to call the police on your ass?

CONSTRUCTOR

....Yeah, I was alone because I thought everyone here would tell me not to go. (Sigh) Look, I'm not gonna–

CYBERSCOUT

(poking head in) The Whole Foods place? Oy, isn't that where that old chick you're stalking has a house?

CONSTRUCTOR 

I'm not--I was delivering a letter.

HOBBES

 ....wait a minute, I remember this. "Sandy" right? Your mom? The one who turned you into the FBI?

CONSTRUCTOR

She's not my mom. (Pause) And no, she turned in my letter--which she would have to, if she was being monitored. I thought if I--

CYBERSCOUT

Wasn't she also a racist? Wasn't that a whole fight you had with Bonfire?

HOBBES

(Judgmental) You act all woke and then you go and try to be friends a racist who lives in the Whole Foods district.

CONSTRUCTOR

She's not a--That's not what the fight--this is why I went alone!

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This conversation afforded me with a lot of more information which I am saving for a piece on the lives of superhero PR agents, which I am now utterly fascinated by. Regarding Cassandra White, the other significant info it afforded me was that Cassandra White does in fact have a twitter account that I missed in my earlier search.

I looked into it. It's the most inoffensive twitter account I've ever seen. It feels like it was generated on a factory belt. There is a headshot of an older white woman--Cassandra White herself, it seems--as the profile pic. She tweets very rarely herself, and instead seems to mostly retweet news updates and positive platitudes or quotes from historical figures. The tweets she does make are all of an extremely inoffensive liberal variety, with the spiciest being one gentle snipe at the Republican party.

There is one other hint of her personality on this twitter. It’s an unexpected photo from inside her home, one with a quick caption that says she regularly uses a whiteboard to write out her resolutions and thoughts, and that she finds the process to clarify her goals and values. 

It reads:

IT WILL BE DONE QUIETLY.  IT WILL BE DONE CIVILLY.  IT WILL BE DONE RIGHT–OR IT WON’T BE DONE AT ALL. 

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CONSTRUCTOR

Alright, alright. We can talk more about this tomorrow but for now tell them no more death matches and any blood feuds need to be put on hold when they enter this fortress.

HOBBES

(Grunts) Pussy move.

CONSTRUCTOR

I don't care if it's a pussy move.

CYBERSCOUT

Ahem--what if I made the point that you're being culturally insensitive by imposing your mainstream standards of civility on a subculture of people, villains, who have their own values in how they deal with conflict, and--

CONSTRUCTOR

I know you bet on the fights and you're not changing my mind.

CYBERSCOUT

No fun. (sigh) Lethe, I TOLD you not to snitch on me!

LETHE

I didn't!

CONSTRUCTOR

Anyway, we can figure out a more long term solution for dealing with serious vendettas but for now--I'm tired. I have something else I need to work on. Tell them not to kill each other.

HOBBES

What are you writing that's more important than a potential deathmatch, anyway?

CONSTRUCTOR

Nothing. Just-- (Shuffling of papers) leave me to it for tonight. I don't want to set a precedent where I rush over every time someone wants to kill someone else, because given the personalities here that would mean never having any time.

CYBERSCOUT

Fiiiiiiiine.

(Grumbling and footsteps as people shuffle out, followed by writing noises.)

LETHE

Hey.

CONSTRUCTOR

What? (Pause) You know what I'm doing.

LETHE

The last time you tried to deliver something….

CONSTRUCTOR

I'll send someone else to deliver it.

(More scribbling. Deep breath.)

LETHE

I lied. I read her mind. She doesn't care about you.

(Writing stops. After a slight pause, there is the sound of paper crinkling and Lethe gasps and steps back.)

LETHE

Don’t be mad at me!

CONSTRUCTOR 

(Deep, strained breath) I’m not mad. You're just wrong.

LETHE

I could literally read her mind!

CONSTRUCTOR

Okay, you're not wrong.  You're lying.

LETHE

What? I'm not!

CONSTRUCTOR

(Fuming) You think I'm an idiot just because I haven't been calling you out on it? Everyone here knows you lie about what your powers show you whenever it suits your purposes.

LETHE

(Wobbly) I--I don't have a reason to lie about this!

CONSTRUCTOR

You don't have a reason that I know. But you are such a fucking liar. No one in the fortress trusts a thing you say, and you know it. 

LETHE

Th-that's not--That's not relevant! Oh my god, you're literally never going to even consider this, a-are you? That she was just using you for the cut of your paycheck, making her fortune...

CONSTRUCTOR

I'm not going to re-evaluate a decade long perception of a loved one based on the words of a known liar, Lethe. Get out.

LETHE

But--

(Rumbling, cracking of the floor.)

CONSTRUCTOR

I said get out!

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The twitter account confirms she exists and nothing else. I couldn't tell you what the woman thinks about anything. On a website people use to blast their opinions to the world at all hours, this one seems specifically built to deny the existence of any individual opinions or personality. 

I scrolled all the way back to the time period during which Constructor would have had the big public meltdown at the stadium. I used the wayback machine to see if there were any deleted tweets, just in case she said anything in a fit of frustration or grief and deleted it.

But during the time where she would have been watching Constructor's breakdown, a time when everyone in the world had something to say about what Constructor had done--nothing.

Cassandra White, Constructor's closest person, had nothing to say about them at all.

#constructor

[starryficsfinishwen]

slides into ur anon asks

.. part two of the roland fist fucking fic ☺️☺️☺️☺️ [on my knees begging]

only if you say please, dear anon 😝 but nonetheless, your wish is my command

part 1 of long distance enemy romance with Roland

WARNING/S: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW THEMES: mutual masturbation that leads to something else. phone sex (?). voyuerism. fem!bodied reader. also pervert reader HAHAHA

divider by: @/saradika-graphics

Roland is an eye-candy.

Ashen hair, heterochromia eyes, a sexy build— who wouldn't fall for a guy like him? Only fools do.

Lucky for him, you were a fool. A complete fool for him.

Side note: a completely perverted fool for him.

You intently watch the comms, fingers throbbing in your lap as Roland frustratingly jerks off. A year after being in the military, you were told your hearing deteriorates fast, but damn, you could hear heaven's trumpet as Roland moans through.

Fucking hell, that man.

Itching as you felt your panties soak through, your hole quivering as you noticed Roland had been using your gift as intended. The rise and fall of his chest, the way his face contorts into pure pleasure as he frustratingly fucks his fist—god, you wished you were in his lap instead.

Although you could have been direct to the point, but still, you decided to up your game and become a complete pervert for Roland. It wouldn't hurt to touch yourself, wouldn't it?

Quietly slipping off your panties, threads of your arousal coat them, making you curse underneath your breath. But your eyes are too busy looking back at the delicious scene in front of you.

As Roland continues to jerk off in his seat, you spread your legs open. Two of your fingers find themselves on your labia. Cautiously pressing pressure on the slit, you softly moaned as you heard Roland call for your name.

“Roland...”

You unconsciously jerked your hips as you parted your folds, fingers grazing your clit. Rubbing it directly, one of your hands unbuttoned your uniform, letting loose of your free breasts. What a fine time to be half naked in your makeshift tent, then.

But oh, in your perverted mind, you couldn't help but imagine if in that situation, Roland was there to help.

What if he was lifting your hips off of the chair and into his lap, your body reactive to the sensitive call of your aching pussy as you imagined his hungry gaze on your figure. How dirty, how obscene—an esteemed commandant lusting over an Ascendant, out of everyone else?

Imagine the covers of the magazine if it were to come true—Naughty Commandant being a whore for an Enemy. How great would that be?

Roland growls your name, making two of your fingers slip inside of your empty, wet hole. You cry out his name in a daze, deliriously imagining it was his hand in there instead.

As you watch the camera feed pan to him, with battered breaths and the pace of Roland stuttering as he jerks off, you realize it must be the end, then. Oh well, it was enough for you, at least your fantasy would continue as you were the one to jerk off to him now.

With two fingers on your aching pussy, palm rubbing your clit, you pathetically jerk off in your empty little cabin. Your life choices may be poor at this rate, but you wanted—no, needed Roland more than ever.

Three fingers now prodding at your core, you wondered how it would have been if it were Roland's fingers instead. Would he be gentle to you, teasing your quivering clit? Or would he ravage you instead, torturing you as he mercilessly bullies your hole, long fingers deep into your core?

Fuck, fuck—the ideas are endless, and you wanted nothing more but Roland, Roland, Roland.

But before you could even watch more, your comms glitched, and the screen went dark. But the squelch of your pussy urged you to keep going, despite the disappointment. Moaning his name, over and over and—

“Oh, so this is what you do, Commandant?”

Like a deer in the headlights, you froze. Even with your fingers inside of you, you could only watch in horror as a familiar figure stood near your door frame.

“How naughty, little Commandant,” Roland chuckles, “I thought you had some proper decorum. Instead, you're like this.”

You squealed, your insides squeezing your drenched fingers as well, as you watch Roland saunter into the room, sitting on your bed.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Finish what you're doing.”

You couldn't deny that you were still incredibly turned on, with some of your arousal dripping onto the chair. But as you watched Roland eye you with the same hunger, you couldn't help but finish what you were doing—three fingers fucking your hole.

“What an interesting turn of events, hmm?” He laughs, eyes never taking off of you, “I was wondering why there was a pesky little fly watching me.”

You whined as he accentuated his words, intimidated in the way he looked at you, “S-shut up...I was s-spying on you.”

“Should a spy have her slutty fingers in her pussy then?” You moaned out loud as he spoke, “What a whore you are, Commandant.”

Roland approached you, as you instinctively curled your fingers, your orgasm waiting to be released deep in your tummy. You watched him with tears in your eyes as he looked down on you, as if begging. “R-Roland...”

“How pathetic, dear,” He chuckled, “What a pathetic, needy little Commandant you are.”

Trying to warn him of your impending orgasm, Roland reached out to cup your breasts, further amplifying your need to cum.

“Well, Commandant,” His evil smirk spurs you on, “You will cum for me, right?”

With one last moan of his name, you came to the sound of his voice, fingers slipped out of your hole, squirting all over him. But Roland, oh—

Replacing your fingers, he fucks his own fingers into yours, continuing your orgasm and squirting even more. Crying from sensitivity, you could only hear Roland's laughter.

“My dear Commandant, don't just pass out on me yet; we've only just begun.”

writing in the bathroom, while taking a shower, with 10%, how nice LOL

— starry

#punishing gray raven #pgr #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr commandant #pgr global #pgr roland #pgr smut

[jessysapphireblue]

One Piece Advent Calender Door 1 Luffy

First of all, welcome everyone to my Advent Calender 2023 For the next 25 Days I will post little stories of the whole Straw Hat Crew. Some are more than one but mostly it will focus on one person with yourself. Like in my other stories, I will continue using Je, as well as the Magician. And with that, Enjoy!

Door 1: Arriving at the Christmas Town

A calm day on the sea was something all of you needed. Luffy was running around with Usopp and Chopper, Sanji was serving Nami and Robin some snacks as you heard from your open door, trying to finish yet another stupid idea your captain...boyfriend was begging you for. You were so weak to him.

Stopping, you raised your head to the ceiling before walking out. “Nami?”, you called the Navigator. “What´s wrong?”, she answered, looking at you. “We´re directly sailing into a snow area. It´s a little ahead...A snow island is also comming” “Snow?!” “ISLAND?!”, turning around, Chopper and Luffy beamed at you, causing you to supress a laugh.

“It´s been a while since we had a snow island”, admitted Usopp. “Yohohohoho! You truly are a Goddess~ how do you know that?”, asked Brook. “Air and water. I sensed it”, you hummed as “I see. Magnificent...may I see your-” Brook stopped when Zeus shocked him. “Good boy, Zeus!”, Nami showed a thumb up. “hahaha~ Nami”, Zeus was happy. “want to have a cloud as a thank you?”, you asked him as he came to you. “You´re truly kind! Yes, please”, he smiled and you tapped your pouch, making a big glass appear with a cloud inside, as you fed him. “mmh!! YUMMY!”

“Is it really good?”, Luffy took a piece and ate it “Taste like nothing” “He even eats clouds now”, Usopp groaned, which made you laugh. “As if I ever get you guys something that is poison”

~

It was just a few hours later when everyone was wearing winter clothing, the snow falling down in thick flocks, covering the deck. “Luffy. Wear at least a jacket”, you said to your boyfriend who came to you. “Can´t you use your magic?” “No. Coat and gloves on, you hear” He tried so hard to give you puppy eyes. “No. Not this time” He gasped but then leaned in to kiss your cheek over and over. “Je~” “Wear it”, you said and with a lot of whining, he finally give in. Coming back out dressed in a winter jacket and gloves, he joined in on making a snowman. “Hey, I see an island!”, Zoro spoke loudly from the lookout. “ISLAND?! ISLAND!!!”, Luffy stretched his arm to the figurehead of the Sunny, cheering and yelling. “What we see here is a hyperactive squirrel in its natural habitat”,you spoke and Robin chuckled, as well as Usopp and Chopper.

~

It was a little later when the sunny docked away from the town, thick threes covering the view of the ship, so one one could see it. “WOHOOOOO!!!” Luffy, Usopp and Chopper jumped down, landing on the thick white blanket, which caused both Usopp and Luffy sinking in to their tights. “WHA!” “So much snow! Je! Please come down and build a snowman with me”, Chopper waved at you, which made you melt.

Jumping off board your boot hit the snow softly before you went to Chopper. “Je, you´re unfair!” “He´s right! Why can you stand on the snow?” “well, I am a magician, forgot?” “At least help us out!” “Yosha!”, Luffy beamed, fully out now. “LUFFY! HELP ME!” “Ok ok”, your captain laughed and pulled the sniper on his nose.

You turned back to Chopper and both of you gathered snow to make the snowman. The rest of your firends walked away to look around the town and everything else, the four of you staying back by the Sunny. “So, this is the last ball. would you like to add-”, you were cut off as you felt something against the back of your head, causing your boyfriend and the Sniper to laugh. “Headshot! 100 points!” Turning around, there were Snowballs around them, making you smile before snipping your finger, as hundrets of snowballs were thrown at them. “HEY! That´s cheating!!”, Luffy and Usopp stated, both busy dodgeing the snow. “But hitting someone from the back is fair?” “Pirate”, said Luffy. “Chopper. Come over! We need reinforements!” The cute reindeer looked at you and then back at his two best friends. “Go over. I win either way”, you admitted and Usopp gulped.

A wild Snowball fight broke out, Defense system and everything. Usopp even used his slingshot, missing you in inches. “That was so close!” “A bit too close!”, you admitted as “Gum Gum....SNOWBALL!!”, your boyfriend exclaimed before using his gatling move, only be replaced with snowballs in merciless fire. Sitting behind your defense, you just saw how it got damaged, the snow splatter against the trees. “Haha! Surrender now in front of the great captain Usopp!” “Go Luffy, GO!”, you heard Chopper cheer.

You needed a way to get out. An idea came into your head, a smirk on your lips. Using your magic to trap yourself into a ball, the gatling soon ended. “I can´t no more”, panted Luffy. “DO YOU SURRENDER NOW?!”, Usopp laughed loudly, hands on his hips. It was quiet. “D-Did we knock her out?”, Chopper asked before the ground began to rumble, making Usopp fall back and from the snow raised a giant Torso out of snow, looking like you. “AHHHHHHH!!!!” “WHOA!!!” While Usopp fainted, Luffy and Chopper were like children, so happy and eager to see your giant snow form.

Raising a hand over them, you released a giant snowwave, burring all three of them. “And I won, guys”, you walked out onto the arm, laughing as “Hey!” “So cool!!! Je je! That is amazing!”

“Guys, I´m ba-MELLORINE GODDESS!!!”, Sanji swooned around after seeing your Snow form with you sitting on the outstretched arm. “OH! Oh~~ my beloved Goddess!!! Here is your Prince! Saving you from the idiots~ Jump int my warm arms of Love!”, he kneeled down proclaiming his love. “Welcome Back, Sanji”, you smiled kindly at him, making the cook fall more in love. “My Goddess, you always greet me so kindly!”, hearts swarmed around him as you moved to the edge, only to fall down with a smile. Sanji was already squealing in joy, hearts in his eyes but he didn´t saw the rubber arm around your waist, until you were snatched away before Sanji could catch you, causing the cook to fall into the snow, and you landed in the arms of your boyfriend, who directly cuddled you. “Je! My Je! mmmh~so nice” You began to laugh loudly, kissing the cheek of Luffy and Usopp gagged. “Not in front of my eyes!” Luffy simply looked at his best friend before kissing you fully on your lips. “LUFFY!”, Sanji and Usopp shouted at him. “How about I make us some hot chocolate?”, you raised your hand. “You mean-” “My special hot chocolate, yes” “YES!”, all four boys screamed, making you flinch at their eagerness before you were lifted up and thrown around Luffys shoulder. “Hot Chocolate! Je Hot CHOCO!!!” “LUFFY! YOU CARRY OUR GODDESS NOT LIKE THAT! SHOW SOME DIGNITY AND RESPECT!!!” “Hey, can mine be with extra marshmallows?” “Sure, why not”, you laughed “WOHOOO!” “LUFFY!!!”

The first day is complete. We see us tomorrow~ Stay Safe

#luffy #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #one piece #straw hat luffy #anime and manga #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #vinsmoke sanji #god usopp #one piece usopp #chopper one piece #tony tony chopper #cat burglar nami #soul king brook #one piece zeus #One Piece Advent Calender 2023

[kindaasrikal]

I’m procrastinating on making the part two too “Lloyd knows too much” so take my headcanon design of Lloyd.

The second one (the one without the notes) is wayyy better quality cause my airdrop is bugging out and stuff.

Anyways, the notes from top to bottom, right to left+some more detail i couldn’t write directly onto it:

Baby Horn’s (he keeps them on sometimes to get used to having horns if he ever needs to go oni or is forced in to it, he often gets headaches so thats why he trains with a mini version of them, in full oni they are much bigger)

Brown hair caused by Lloyds Oni blood awakening, which brings out the dna or genes or whatever in his blood to make his hair brown similar to his father Garmadon. Lloyd is naturally blonde, and tends to get insecure about how much he doesn’t look like his parents. So when the brown spurted out and just chills where his horns tend to grow, he like to think its the one positive thing about the whole Oni thing.

I saw this headcanon on a tiktok too but don’t remember which one, but Lloyd has one scar from when he first grew his fangs and was testing them out. He’s able to easily retract them nowadays.

The white scars on his body are scars from battle. Pretty self explanatory.

In this design Lloyd has neck horns too, but one left a purple scar from where it forcibly grew out of his still somewhat human skin.

Last but not least, Lloyd has a burn on his shoulder caused by evil Kai (the corrupted Kai with Chen’s elemental staff). Lloyd actually likes the scar and thinks its cool, especially since Kai didn’t mean to. He likes to think its one of those physical marks left on him that not only shows his journey against evil, but his journey with the ninja themselves and their development into friends, and then family. Every time any of the ninja injure him, whether its through sparing or through small “HAHAHA I AM EVIL NOW!” Moments, he tends to hope they scar over permanently on his body. So yeah, Lloyd loves the scar, and Kai definitely does not. (Made this one on the spot i cannot lie and i may be projecting, i have two tiny scars from my siblings (caused by accident) and i hope they stay there forever)

And one last one i forgot to write down: Lloyds horns are crooked on purpose. Even though he didn’t develop the horns until later in life, due to his multiple head injuries through battles his horns ended up growing crookedly in response. Wu had a tiny chuckle at that.

OOO ALSO I MADE HIS FACE SEEMED A BIT TANNED OR SUN BURNT, i feel like due to his childhood on the streets and since he was always a more outside person his face tanned a whole lot on his cheeks.

Anyways enough of my rants, I’m thinking of doing this for each ninja, do any of you have an idea on the next one?

#lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago fanart #lloyd ninjago #green ninja #green #haha this was fun #he looks so cute tho i love this design #made it on thr spot too #ninjago garmadon #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #cole brookstone #cole ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #zane julien #wu ninjago #ninjago sensei wu

[jadetheblueartist]

Frida Story Update

So I’ve officially started writing a story for rottmnt Frida taking place after the movie’s events. I’m planning on trying to get at least a lot of a first draft done before I start posting it anywhere and that will be a while because I am currently on page three hahaha. I wanted to give two updates on the whole process.

1) I have a working title that I’ll try to tag the related stuff under from now on. It’s directly stolen from based off of one of the scrapped rise episode titles that I think could’ve included Frida stuff so this story will now be called “Spider’s Web Widens”

2) Does anyone have any ideas for a cool mystic artifact (kinda like how there was a mystic collar and a mystic arch and random little mystic things)? I have the powers and abilities of the object planned out already but I can’t think of a good mystic object…

Okay that’s basically it :) I’m really pumped for this story and am wanting so badly to be able to go through with and finish it at some point (and to not make it bad hahaha)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #writing #fanfic #rise fanfic #rottmnt fanfiction #rise big mama's assistant #rise big mama’s assistant #rise big mama assistant #rottmnt big mamas assistant #rottmnt big mama's assistant #rottmnt big mama’s assistant #rise frida #rottmnt frida #spider’s web widens #jadetheblueposts

[thisismeracing]

Im back with another bono!reader and mick thot (that has once again become longer than intended) 

Her birthday is in the summer, so there’s always a race right around it, if not on her birthday. And even though the big team celebrations and social media posts are usually just for the drivers, bono!reader always gets a cake and the whole team sings to her. 

When someone asked her what flavor of cake she wanted when she was little, she said vanilla - with sprinkles. So even though she now knows there are more flavors of cake available and isn’t picky about what they get her, it’s always a vanilla sprinkle cake. The cake always has a special design on it (dinosaurs that one year …) and now that people are aware of the lore of bono!reader and her calculator, she ofc got a calculator shaped cake in team colors. 

After practice on Friday when everyone was in the garage, bono and mick brought out the cake and everyone started singing happy birthday and coming up to hug her. Bono used to bring out her cakes, but now he and mick do it together and then they stand on either side of her for the team picture. She even convinces mick to have a little piece of cake in celebration. Ofc the team posted this picture with a gallery of past team birthday celebrations and *emotions*

Her birthday this year isn’t until the Monday after the race, but the team wanted to celebrate with everyone so really it's her birthday weekend. There’s no race the next week, so she and mick will leave after the race on Sunday to go on a special birthday trip. 

🎩

we love bono reader thots in this house hehehe

bono bby bday is taken seriously in the paddock. there will be at least a cake and some ballons. no bc the same cake in every celebration is so cute like aijckwkdks a reminder that she’s growing up/getting older but she still caries that lovely essence of when she was just a curious kid going around sticking stickers on cars. THE CALCULATOR CAKE HAHAHA she would def love it. I’m picturing her convicing mick to eat some cake and then smearing a bit of frosting on his cheeks and the whole team is laughing (mick too, just waiting for his revenge), up until george decides to smear frosting on lewis and suddenly s frosting was is going on in the room. bby will def get cramps from laughing harder than ever bc even toto and her dad joined it.

I feel like bono would get a bit jealous bc she always got to spend her bday week with him so she and Mick will stay with him lets say until Wednesday when they’ll finally go on their lil trip and come back the next week flying directly to the next gp. she’ll get there wearing something floral and all giddy, so so happy bono can’t help but hug mick and thank him silently bc we all know bby can get stressed af during the season with all the work she has to do, but now she got someone else to remind her to rest and slow down.

#🎩 anon #millies inbox #bonnington!reader #thots #ms47 #mick schumacher #f1 x reader

[notsomeloncholy]

I'm in AWE of the way you draw horns & Lekku!!! They look so weighted and realistic and gorgeous!!! Any tips n tricks on how you do it?

Omg hi hello thank you so much!! It's taken some time but I have a pretty okay system down for these funky dudes- (at least, trying to conceptualize how they'd work in reality lol)

Wall of text up ahead :D

Admittedly, it took messing around with some 3d sculpting to really figure it out but I know that's not always the most accessible thing

So this is generally how I go about sketching them! I tend to work with either montrals that are directly connected to the lekku (first two sketches) or montrals and lekku with different roots on the skull (third sketch); based on the work we've seen of baby 'soka, they both just kinda....grow...? From the? Skull/side of the face? So. Up to interpretation from there lmao

For the montrals, I break it down into simpler forms until i'm satisfied w them looking reasonably like expanded cone-ish shapes, however that ends up hahaha and then depending on which shape I chose, whether they go directly into the lekku or not

From there, the lekku I try to think of having the flexibility somewhere between a cat tail and lizard tail; they're probably mostly muscle and fat, so I imagine they're vaguely wiggly and respond to weight similarly to the way thighs squish when they sit on chairs (so where the lekku rest on the shoulders, a lil bit of squishm, not nearly as much but you get me)

Anddd that's really about it! I'll add some wrinkling where I feel skin would naturally bunch, and on older togs more than the usual because skin loses its elasticity. I tend to think of the montral/lekku set as being somewhat distinct from the head, but being solidly rooted still in the spots I showed :>

I hope this makes sense to some degree??? Thank you again for the ask! I don't get to explain my process often HAHA

#melon rambles #melon really fucking rambles gjsnfnsnf #ask #anonymous #star wars #character design #swocs #togruta #tutorial #iSH #i tried!!! LMAO