#probably annoyed with me for making her do that XD

[victorluvsalice]

Hi everyone! We're back to the Chill Valicer Save again, where the trio ended up having a very pleasant and very productive Spring Thursday on the farm –

-->Started with everyone hanging out outside by Toothy’s pen, where I "stored" them while doing the house upgrades – now that they were free to wander again, I decided that the best course of action would be to send Smiler into the barn to make another computer chip; let Victor get some leftovers from the fridge; and have Alice (still in werewolf form) lick herself clean before directing her to do some push-ups outside to work on that sweet, sweet Fitness skill. *nods* I thus queued up the actions, and everyone started on their assigned tasks...

And the house immediately started playing spooky organ music, distracting everyone from said tasks. *shakehead* Damn haunted houses! At least I was able to get everyone back on track right away... Anyway, once Alice was done with her push-ups, she had a glass of water to rehydrate while Victor cleaned up his (and her) dishes and evolved some plants in the greenhouse. I then had her grab Shadow’s latest pet poop from the porch and fertilize the newly-grown coconut tree (as I AGAIN reset the damn bugged weedy plants in that one planter, along with the juice fizzer), before sending her to harvest the new patches of prairie grass in the cow pen to get some hay! Because now that I have Horse Ranch, I can use that hay to refill Moory’s feed, nice. :D

-->While that was going on, Smiler finished their computer chip, and headed into the greenhouse to harvest all their herbalism stuff and their plasma fruit – getting them up to Gardening level 8 in the process, w00! Unfortunately, while they were picking either their regular fireleaf or their poison fireleaf (my money's on the latter), they ended up developing a NASTY itch. So I took the opportunity to have them make and try out a bit of Soothing Skin Balm! I mean, when else are you supposed to use it? :p It at least halved the time that it would take for the Tense moodlet to go away, so I count that as a win. *thumbs up*

-->And while Smiler was herbalizing, Victor was potionizing – after all, if he wanted to complete the next milestone of Purveyor Of Potions and finish off his New Year’s resolution, he had to brew both of the new potion recipes he picked up recently! I had him start with the Potion of Good Fortune, and that came out really well – got seven bottles out of the whole cauldron! And since he had a few spare flasks, I figured we could try giving one to the specter flying around the greenhouse and seeing what happened. So Victor headed over and handed over the present –

And the specter liked it! Shock of shocks! XD They delightedly gave Victor a soul scrap back before disappearing – Victor’s got that in his inventory for later, should he ever need it. :) Almost forgotten what it was like to have specters respond POSITIVELY to presents...

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #sometimes I am tempted to take the haunted house stuff off the lot I admit #but I'm determined to keep up the whole 'cottagecore occults' thing for the time being #which includes dealing with hauntings #if they ever MOVE I might not bother making their house a Haunted House Residential #but as long as they're here they can deal #and hey it DID pay off for Victor #got a nice soul scrap out of his potion making #I will take that #and I find it kind of amusing that this is probably the first time Smiler's ever USED one of their own herbalism potions #but to be fair it's probably the first time they've ever really needed one #didn't have poison fireleaf to make them itch before! #would have preferred it to make the itch go away completely but #eh I'll take what I can get #meanwhile Alice is out here whacking up prairie grass #probably annoyed with me for making her do that XD #you're lucky I didn't stick on the prairie grass lot challenge you :p #again maybe if they move... #queued

[mushroom-for-art]

@distortionmewtwo Lucifer@Vector:

The big horned mew hovered in the air, gazing down at Vector with undisguised judgement. "Just what are you supposed ta be? Mew? Mewtwo? Some Meowth's hairball? You look like what you'd get if someone threw an algae-choked fishtank and moldy bread into a blender! Hah!" He did a lazy little roll in the air, sneering down at Vector. An eager, evil dare in his eyes for them to retaliate.

The strange creature hunched over watching the horned other with expression and body language that clearly read as pure terror and uncertainty her eyes glued to the floating individual as he loomed over her sneering and mocking.

However when he didn't strike nor more too quickly her ear like horns straightened slowly no longer back in fright turning if anything to inquisitiveness as she shifted her body slowly though still watching him to crouch using one hand to stabilise herself as her head slowly tilted to one side.

She blinked slowly in a manner that indicated she may not have even understood what he had been saying, or was choosing to not acknowledge it her tail moving and swaying lifting to rest on the top of her head two of the spikes sticking up while the third morphed back into the jelly like substance of her tail as she curiously mimicked his horns, at least the best she could.

Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery or so they say, though it could've been read otherwise. Foolishly perhaps, she seemed a bit fascinated by him now as her tail fell back down to resting on the floor, she lifted her body just enough from her crouch to curiously tap at one of his hooves as though seeing if it was real and not just a unique shaped paw, idly grabbing one of the points between her digits making little curious chirps and cooes in her throat.

#my art #Vector the mew/two #@distortionmewtwo Lucifer #Lucifer really came to mock my biggest weirdo character ever XD #Me watching Vector probably set herself up for a swift kick in the face like: baby girl are you SURE you wanna do that maybe don't?? #Vector is lmao a bit of a fool really sees a mew that's different and strange looking and goes oh kinda like me! #He is not ur friend he is being mean to youuuu!!!! #Can vector speak? Eehhhh??? Unclear?? Can she understand him?? Probably?? I don't know probably I think she's just choosing to not speak XD #Really just not giving him the satisfaction of words because she doesn't talk much anyways lmao too distracted by his horns hooves and tail #I'm not sure how big lucifer is?? So I made him kinda big and threatening and she's probably kinda trying to look small #But she's probably about 4'5 head to feet so like she is choosing to make herself look small compared to him she could maybe tower over him #Weird little creature I love her but she is so so stupid XD #Sorry it's a rough sketch! Was meant to get this done friday and oops didn't so quickly sketched this out to answer #And sorry for forgetting his ear crimes XD sorry Lucy <- fun fact the file name was saved as VectorLucy because I thought it'd annoy him XD #my oc #pokemon #mewtwo #my writing

[kuiinncedes]

this is so kfdfjhgjff unimportant lol

#my friend/co-chair of our position on board is so formal in texts and announcements and stuff #and she sends announcements to me to approve of bc usually she sends stuff #to the whole group #but like i want to completely rewrite it bc i would never write it like that it's so formal and srs which isn't bad it's just not what i #would do and idk if the other ppl in our club would be put off by it kinda like i am #i'm not put off by it idk i just overthink my messages so much always to keep them sounding light and not very serious yk lmao #maybe not necessarily not serious but not formal #like her messages aren't bad at all they're just in her texting style #which is on the opposite end of the spectrum from mine 😭 #but i don't want to just change her messages bc she's sending them so it shold still be her texting style #and like there's nothing wrong with her texting style i'm just stressed about human interaction and want my messages to sound completely #like not mad/serious in any way akjdgdgfkf lmao anyway i gotta look at these two messages she just sent me :'') #like she said 'please note that covid tests will be required' and idk i just don't like that it sounds so srs and strict XD #(im also just a bit stressed by that point in particular bc idk if ppl will be annoyed that we're requiring covid tests lmaooo 🤪) #(so like if i were doing it i think i'd make that point as like 'light' as possible lmao) #akhdjgjfbsfgbgrrughidfarjejfisdgf anyway it's fine she's fine i'm gonna be fine #like it's probably not even good that i overthink my messages so much and try so hard to make them non confrontational bc like sometimes #u wanna be confrontational ya know but #or just fucking straightforward and direct ffs #anyway lol i can like be slightly working on that by approving my friend's very serious/formal messages XD #not me procrastinating on getting back to her and reaidng her messages by continuing whatever this is lol 🤪 #jeanne talks

[ninma]

I just noticed a very interesting note in Alastor's ad in episode 1...

Who in Hazbin Hotel is the most associated with circus decor?

Lucifer.

Less than 5 min into episode 1 and we already get a hint that Alastor isn't a big fan of Lucifer.

Which is interesting because it implies that Alastor disliked Lucifer before he even involved himself with the hotel. They hadn't even met yet.

It's such a weirdly specific thing to add to a commercial too. Because when I think hotel, circus decor wouldn't be anywhere on my list of expectations.

It's clearly targeted towards Lucifer. An indirect insult Alastor probably had wanted Lucifer to see.

If this is the case, some of Alastor's commentary can be looked at slightly differently.

Lines like "Lucifer's delusional daughter", "Daddy issues" and the other insulting commentary can then also be partly aimed at Lucifer.

Which would probably be effective hits because Lucifer definitely wouldn't be happy about someone offending his daughter, but the "Daddy issues" line would probably make him feel guilt.

It's as if Alastor wanted to pick a fight the first chance he got to potentially reach Lucifer.

But like...why?

In episode 5 we have a reasonable explanation for why Alastor is poking at Lucifer. Alastor likes to be in control and have power over others, however even he knows Lucifer is more powerful than him. Therefore he aims at Lucifer's relationship with Charlie (which is what the dad comments are really about) to regain some of that power.

Which is why it doesn't make any sense for him to indirectly target Lucifer in episode 1.

Why pick a fight with the King of Hell when he barely had anything to hold over Lucifer?

When this ad was made, Charlie had known Alastor for only a week and therefore claiming to be close to her would be weird.

Heck, Alastor is even insulting Charlie and the hotel here, which definitely doesn't give him any favour from her.

Another point could be that Alastor is also partly annoyed at having to make a video. He probably doesn't expect it to air. But that still doesn't explain why he'd deliberately add a note directed at Lucifer.

So.....What's the deal here Alastor?

There isn't a clear reason for doing this.

The only one I can guess that makes some sense is that Alastor just wanted to feel some sense of power by indirectly insulting Lucifer, who is the most powerful being in all of Hell. Getting a chance to hit him where it hurts would probably bring Alastor a lot of satisfaction.

Another option is that it could be related to Lilith, if she turned out to be the one he made a deal with. It could be that Alastor's frustration over his deal makes him want to take it out on Lucifer (since he obviously can't take it out on Charlie). Lilith telling him to do it is possible, but I find it unlikely. Unless her real motive was pushing Lucifer out of his isolation and back into Charlie's life. Still find it unlikely tho.

In the end, it still feels weird for Alastor to be this intent on picking on Lucifer this early on. Taking advantage of the first opportunity to have a message reach Lucifer, despite Alastor neither having power or leverage over him if Lucifer had responded.

So...Alastor...

Care to spill the tea on why you're being so pissy?

(Sorry, couldn't resist-)

EDIT: I just realized how funny it is that despite saying there is no tacky circus decor, the hotel itself is FULL of it XD

Now that I think about it, that might actually be the joke behind the note.

(Admittedly, this might just be a fun bit of foreshadowing and doesn't really have any deeper meaning)

(Also, Lucifer's circus decor isn't tacky. I'd definitely be down for staying at a hotel with his aesthetic and decor. But, maybe that's just me)

(It kinda reminds me of how Vox immediately went to send a message to Alastor on TV the moment he learned of his return XD)

#Alastor is gone for 7 years and only one week after he returns he is already trying to pick a fight with Lucifer #can't wait to see their dynamic in season 2 XD #hazbin hotel #alastor #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin alastor #alastor and lucifer

[moxfirefly]

"I'm not letting them go. They're mine. They've always been mine."

For a bestie mikey who is jealous, someone's taking readers' attention away from him?

These quotes are hard to work with XD

Ray, my beloved. Always coming in clutch 🤌

Rated Mature (suggestive themes)

Mikey felt a stirring next to him that prompted him to open his eyes. The midnight nap he’d decided on when you had sat next to him was disturbed and he wanted to groan displeased.

“Sorry Mike, I gotta use the bathroom be back in a sec.” That gentle hushed tone only served to help him drift back, almost at least. Woefully he accepted his best friend having to leave for a few minutes.

It was something of tradition at this point, falling a sleep next to you during movie nights. Mikey had wordlessly cemented the fact that he got to sit next to you and you had reinforced it by always finding your place next to him.

He took the second to stretch out, enjoying the pops of each achy limbs, patrol had been a bitch a few hours ago. He saw Leo konked on the armchair, Donnie in the kitchen making more popcorn as a sleepy April scrolled through Netflix to find something else to play.

“—Well im gonna need you in a bit to measure again, probably tomorrow too”

Raph’s voice rang from behind where he was sat on the couch. Mikey looked back to see him talking to you and holding your arm extended.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” He asked mocked annoyed as he used his pointer and thumb to measure your arm.

“Because I wanna win $100 bucks at work” You laughed when he moved to your other arm to do the same.

“What fucking weird job makes an ugly Christmas sweater competition?” He used both his hand to grab your waist, using it as reference for the torso of the sweater.

Mikey raised a brow ridge, why had he felt a pulse of something when he saw his brother man handling you.

“Hey if I win you’ve got $50 waiting for you, so make it as ugly as possible.” You arched your neck when he wrapped a hand around your neck and mumble something, clearly mapping out the measurements in his head.

That, yeah that felt really weird in the bottom of Mikey’s stomach. Why did Raph have to loom over you, hand around your pretty neck and smiling to himself.

“Well come by this week, I’m gonna need you while I’m making it.” He finally let go of you, and it took a second of trying to think straight to not jump Raph.

“Mikey and I are playing that new game where you romance all the hot people—“

Donnie piped in, “Baldur’s Gate.” You threw him a finger gun for the assist.

“Well ya think you can detach yourself from numb nuts for a few minutes at a time?” He asked playfully.

“Well you’ve got her measurements what more do you need, dude?” Mikey finally spoke up, making Raph and you turn towards his groggy annoyed face. “I got an idea but I gotta re-adjust or re-make whatever don’t come out right.” He spoke matter of fact, his gaze was mocking him.

“I can’t just take breaks between.” You offered to ease the sudden tension in the air.

“I’m sure Mikey can survive five minutes without ya, right buddy?” He clamped both hands on your shoulders and smiled at his youngest brother. “Man quit being handsy with her.” It came out before he could really assess what his mouth had vomited out. Under a different tone of voice it could’ve been taken playfully but this was the full opposite.

“Chill man, I ain’t stealing ya girl.” He chuckled and if Mikey could blush he would. He glared at Raph, not noticing your own blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Looks like it since you wanna keep her all week.” He was getting up now, less groggy and more peeved than anything.

“Mike—“ Your voice was gentle trying to ease the fast approaching boiling tension in the air.

“Aww, Mikey’s worried his bestie’s gonna be my bestie all week? Man just let it go.” Raph wasn’t even remotely serious poking fun at his younger brother.

“Im not letting her go. She’s mine. She’s always been mine.” He shot a deep glare at Raph, who face quickly fell upon hearing those words.

It took a few seconds for Mikey to fully comprehend what he had said and the implication behind it. His eyes went wide, landing on your own wide eyes and the blush that scattered itself further down your chest.

Fuck, what had he done?

#tmnt bayverse #ask #supershinyraven #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo #Mikey #tmnt michaelangelo #emotional? prompts

[sunlighthroughthe-ashes]

wow, this episode was wild from start to finish — the makgeolli scene was ludicrous, sol's elder brother is annoying, and HOW DARE they end it on such a cliffhanger!!!

that said, i LOVED the parallels of sol switching the fan on for sunjae while he was sleeping just like he did for her in previous episodes (it was such a lovely, subtle bit of cuteness) — him unconsciously covering her hand with his own was an added bonus.

that boy is aware of her EVEN IN HIS SLEEP.

i think it's a testament to byeon woo-seok's acting that he's able to communicate the tenderness of his feelings for sol so well with just his eyes — i keep mentioning this, but there's a literal reverence in his gaze when he looks at sol that's simply uncanny. his whole face just softens when he looks at her!!!

kim hye-yoon matches this well with the way her face lights up when she's watching sun-jae — her smile is pure RADIANCE when she's looking at him.

there's such genuine respect and adoration in her expression that it just warms my heart.

sunjae confessing his feelings all in a rush was such a bittersweet experience for me — first love is often so sweet but also overpowering and bewildering — you can see from the beginning of the story how helpless sunjae is in the wake of his emotions for sol.

he put her into music and made her memory eternal!

having said that, i was NOT a fan of the way sol rejected sunjae at the hospital. i understand her reasons (since she's uncertain over her fate after the day of her accident / her having to return to the future) but she didn't have to be that harsh.

the poor boy even said "don't be so cold" 🥺

and the fact that she realized she was his first love and the song was about her — only to get kidnapped right after: EVIL move on the writers' part.

i think she'll manage to get out of this without getting paralyzed again (maybe with sunjae's help) — that's why the promo showed her walking in the future.

i know a little about the webtoon, so i'm pretty sure sunjae DOES remember her, he's just behaving coldly because she rejected him / or because after the accident past!sol returned and didn't remember him and he distanced himself ever since then.

either of those reasons would also explain his refusing not to do the movie that sol's presumably directing.

as far as sol trying to stop him from coming to the bridge — she probably realized something to do with his death. it might be related to her (and the taxi-driver) so she's trying to stop sunjae from meeting her and putting everything into motion again.

i think the first time she went into the past, it was to remember sunjae, the second was to prevent her accident, and the third will be her finally stopping sunjae's death.

hate to say it, but i think sol will have to go through sunjae dying again before she goes back into the past for the third and final time (probably when they're in university) and saves him at last.

she better save him and make sure they have a happy ending, otherwise this viewer is going to become a LOVELY HATER. XD

NOW HOW WILL I SURVIVE UNTIL NEXT MONDAY??? 😭

#lovely runner #tvn lovely runner #byeon woo seok #kim hye yoon #tvn drama #tvn #kdrama #kdrama lover #rom com kdrama #fantasy kdrama

[skyward-floored]

I’ve got a big mess of thoughts so here we go, analysis time!

First of all may I just say I love the siblings vibes in this entire update?? Wild is so happy Twilight is alive, his little brother energy is positively off the CHARTS here, and their bickering (while Legend looks on awkwardly) is hilarious. Peak sibling behavior.

Moving on!

I find it interesting Legend is grabbing his own scar here (you can just baaaarely see it) after it shows Twilight’s arm injuries. “I would have been done for,” huh? What do you mean by that Legend? How did you get that scar..?

The font change here has me cackling, Wild does NOT believe him a bit. It’s so funny.

“Uh-huh,

Friend”

Another thing to mention though, I’ve seen a lot of people agreeing with Wild on the whole “there’s no way she was just a friend” thing, but Twilight’s relationship with Midna is complicated y’all. It’s not just a broken romance. Twilight is probably hesitant to put a label on it, and Wild is pushing him a bit. Plus he was just thinking of Midna the night before... no wonder he’s cranky.

(I’ll also remind you that lu sticks very much with game canon and NOT manga, so don’t expect anything in the tp manga to be true in the comic y’know)

Warriors, putting on a happy face as he gears himself up to stop what he thinks is yet another fight: is somebody being cranky-wanky

(Also looking pretty fine there Wars 👀)

Makes me wonder what everybody else is doing... arguing? XD (also the little elbow cuff! They’re brothers your honor (Legend does not appreciate this))

This is one of my new favorite panels. Warriors being so stern and still annoyed at the sword thing (give it a rest buddy...) in comparison to Legend slapping his knee and making a truly ridiculous face as he laughs at Wild’s joke, it’s fantastic. I love it.

(Sorry this is basically about Warriors now)

I mentioned this in some tags, but I really like how Warriors calls Ilia by name. He doesn’t just say “your family” or “your girl”, he calls her Ilia, and I think that’s really sweet. It shows he’s been paying attention. (Also Legend’s little nod <3)

THEY’RE SO HAPPY TO HEAR HIM LAUGH look at them smile ooogghgh (And Twilight talking about Ilia! He talks about her a lot like how Time talks about Malon :)

And finally....

He’s laughing even though it hurts. The others, (Warriors especially) cheered him up, even after Twilight admitted himself he was grumpy, and I love that. He’s laughing even though it hurts. Man.

#ok I’m good #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe analysis #lu analysis #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu Wild #lu legend #rambles from the floor #update spoilers #long post #forgot the readmore whoops

[factual-fantasy]

27 asks! Thank you for all the kind words! :}}}💙💙💙

@network-warrior-01

Funnily enough I have been thinking a lot recently about making my own web comic, right here on Tumblr! I have a lot of concepts, although I don't know if I'd make a separate comic just for the Factual Fam. I feel like they kind'a already have a web comic..? In a way.?

And I feel like if I made a story driven comic about us, separate from the ones I'm already making.. It would feel.. idk, off? My lil guys are meant to be with me, going with the flow of whatever's going on with my blog/my life. This is their story. Their lives with me are their story. If that makes sense?? I'm not sure if I have any other ideas in mind for them.. what would their world even look like if I wasn't in it or if it was different from what they have now..??

But on the other note, could you imagine? Me? Making a 100% original comic? With my own original characters, story, and world? Its a daunting thought. The sheer amount of stuff I would have to plan and the amount of angst I could inflict on ya'll would be insane <XDD

And yeahh,, the fanart thing would be a problem... <:/

The four of them sit together at the base of my stuffed animal pile. Nice and cozy! :}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Actually the quilts are rather deceiving, they're just for show! <XD Bibi was conscious and could talk when he was still a picture. And he became a drawing without the use of a quilt. Jangles had a quilt but was still a picture. He was later "brought to life" with my pen!

The thing about all that life stuff, quilts, pens.. its honestly just for show. Those things don't bring them to life, I do. The flashy ways I do it are just for fun <XD

And about Cici! She was talking! And I think kind'a the idea as to why Jangles could hear them both was not only for the spooks. But becuase Cici and Gerald's concepts were so strongly developed at that point they were basically fully fleshed out characters. Their bodies just didn't exist yet. Hence the "I cant see" I hadn't stitched her button eyes on yet!

So basically their personalities and designs had been thought out. They just weren't there yet. But their presence was still so strong.. And Jangles being a picture kind'a bridged the gap between the concept world and the drawn one. If that makes sense??

He could still hear them after he was drawn though, I guess its an ability that he kept even after being art-ified..? <XD My lore's a little whack- its best not to look too far into it!

Also thank you! I'm glad you liked it all! :DD

Like I've said before, the best way to show you care is with comments. That's what would make me the happiest. :)

And sure I will! Some comics and random cameos here and there.. I already have some comics in mind.. 👀👀

I haven't seen the Puss in boots movie, but something tells me you're right XD

Hmm.. I don't actually know.. That's a good question :0

I guess they would react the same if us humans found a group of people like that. And what would humans do? Probably report it to someone?? <XD

@minophlia

XDD Thank you! I'm so glad you like me and what I make!! :DDD

Giant scary abstracted monsters that attack anything in the vicinity?? Nope nope nope!! Jevil would FREAK OUT and Immediately warp them out of there with a mirror. Cant risk anyone getting hurt!

That's not a half bad idea! :0 I'll see if I can remember to get around to it <XD

Also thank you so much!! :DD

All I know of punch out is from smash bros. And I got beef with Little Mac. Anytime anyone plays as him they always kick my butt XDD

I imagine Jevil wouldn't tolerate it much. If Jax was being a butt towards Jevil that's one thing. But as soon as he starts to direct that to anyone else in the group- especially Seam.. Then there's gonna be a problem. :x

Seam would be annoyed. But its likely the same as Jevil. He doesn't really care about his antics, but as soon as its directed at Jevil or someone else.. well then there's a problem-

@abaroo

Thank you so much!! :DD And of course I held his widdle hand! He needed the emotional support! He was making the biggest decision he's ever made in his life- <XD

And you're welcome! <XD I'm so glad you liked it! :}}

No no no no that is the wrong habitat for me!

I need to be put in a cardboard box with all the flaps open except for 1. There needs to be a grassy/muddy floor and a bowl of water.

Then put this box out in your backyard in the pouring rain. Don't give me anything to warm myself, and only feed me refrigerated watermelon. Now THAT'S what I call a comfy habitat!

@multiverse-city

Thank you so much! :DD I appreciate the compliments!! :}}

Although I'm sorry to say that I don't want me and my critters to show up as background characters.. <:( Sorry!

He probably has a couple of times yeah. Maybe right after big events or shows he got pushed over the edge and crashed.. :(

He might..? But I think Freddy would want to give Bonnie space.. Becuase when Bonnie is overwhelmed, that's what he wants. Is silence and space. And when Freddy is around Bonnie he would try to be really quiet and not move around too much..

So many siblings...

My only thought is that my version of the Daycare Attendant would better fit the role of Kaufmo. :0 The idea that he suddenly disappears, only to reemerge as a monster..

That, and I would shoe horn a bunch of unnecessary angst in there XDD

:DD Thank you so much!! :}}}

WAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! Its so nice to hear that even though you knew nothing about the characters, you still loved my comic!! :DD And thinking my critters have depth?? And feel human?? WAAA THANK YOUUU!!! I try to give them all separate personality's and really put some emotion into them, I'm so glad you've noticed! It seems to be working! :DD

And again a thousand thank you's for the compliments to my sona! :DD The bloodied hands and dripping face getting worse and worse as the comic progresses to show my exhaustion,, even the comically placed hands! I put a lot of heart into all of it and I'm so happy that you've noticed!!

Thank you for all the kind words! Sending platonic love right back at ya!! :DDD 💙💙💙

@anartistwhowrites

THANK YOU!! :DDD

<XD Noooo don't cry! Thank you though, I'm glad you liked it! :))

@beryl-shade

One word; Horrified.

Aww, I'm sorry it made you cry! <:(( But I'm glad you liked it none the less! <:}}}

@badlyblurry

Darn <XD I had it match my Tumblr's theme.

@crimson-thinker

My main thing is it just feels like they "stole" what I made and drew it without asking me. And then turned around and gave it to me as a gift. Which obviously isn't what fanart actually is. But that's just how it feels.

But hey, your ask has many more reasons for me to not like fanart <XDD

The idea I had was they can use Power-Ups purely becuase they're human. Like, something about just being human gives you access to the power the Power-Ups have. .

Do you have a different idea though? I'd love to hear it! :)

#my response #fnaf security breach #undertale #deltarune #jevil and seam #octonauts #factual fam #the amazing digital circus #super mario bros

[berrys-hide-out]

heyo beeeerrrryyy qwq m wa finallie gonna sendie in da freakngie ASK XD soo...yous requestie is open??? Issie it possible to do a Tony and Pete fan fic with Tony wreckingie Spidey because father and son things ✨

m gonnie hide in a corner now ✨🫠

Note: Heyaaaa! Yep all open again hehe, gotta improve my writing!✨ I’m sorry this took so incredibly long 🥹

Warnings: tickles

Summary: Peter is currently working with Tony in the lab, Tony seemed stressed over the coming Christmas celebration and Peter can’t concentrate with his mentors grumbling. Enjoy!

Break time, webbing and play time

Peter would call himself lucky, his mentor was the one and only Tony Stark! He got to work with him in the lab and even if they didn’t work together they worked along side each other.

However there was times like now where his Mentor forgot everything around him and seemed to get frustrated about the thing he was working on, so much so that he sighed and grumbled to himself.

The young spiderling eyed his mentor, this was probably the twentieth sigh that had left the man’s mouth now— and it hadn’t even been 10 minutes! It made Peter sigh internally, with his mentor standing hunched over the table and pen tapping the surface he could hardly concentrate either.

He looked over at the paper Tony was hunched over, noticing the small Christmas ornaments on it. Right Morgan had requested the paper for her wish list after seeing it on the Christmas market and now they had way too many left.

A small smile pulled on Peter’s features, remembering the little ones antics with her father. Peter’s eyes fell to the web shooters, hearing another sigh. His smile faded, he had to make Tony take a break somehow.. sure Christmas was approaching quickly but we was sure he could add some things to the list if Tony would just let him help.

Peter looked over at the man again, talking would probably only annoy him further. What could he do..?

His gaze flew through the room, landing on the couch which conveniently stood right behind the man. The couch had originally been brought here by Misses Potts to make sure the two would take breaks and not overwork themselves over and over again and come home grumpy.

Peter glared at the new web fluids. These were for training and dissolved a little quicker, surely enough for a small break. He huffed a smile. The plan forming in his head was bold, awfully so but it might just work.

He quickly exchanged the fluids and walked towards the couch.. one try to talk about this won’t hurt.. “Mister Stark?” He asked carefully. “Not now kid and it’s Tony..” he corrected, not lifting his gaze.

The teen smirked and jumped behind the couch before shooting a web right at the man’s back and yanking him backwards into the pillows of the couch- “WHA- Peter!” Tony yelped and glared at the smiling boy. “Sorry Mister Stark” he said with a ever so small hint of sympathy which leaked through his sly grin. “Again Pete, it’s Tony” he huffed.

Peter quickly webbed the man’s torso as well as he jumped back over the couch to stand in front of the man “but sighing every five minutes and frowning like that probably won’t do you any good.” He said, remembering the few times Tony had told him this. “Neither will webbing me to the cough, so let me go.” The man growled, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, taking away the bite in his words.

“Sorry Mister Stark not happening” his mentee said and poked a free spot on the man’s ribs, not noticing the small flinch. “Plus I’m just making sure Misses Potts couch is getting rightfully used” he said with a small grin, a playful glint in his eye as he went to stand up straight. “I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you’re taking your breaks.” He added with feigned innocence

Pete quickly skipped over to the list “and don’t worry it’s the new solution it’s supposed to dissolve a little quicker.” He called while scanning over the list.

He hummed a little, the ideas Tony had written down seemed basic enough.. grabbing a new paper and writing down some new ideas, he didn’t notice that the man behind was actively plotting to get him back after that stunt.

In fact Tony kept so quiet that when Pete went back to work on the new formula he had completely forgotten that the man was even there.

Tony knew the boy wanted the best for him but practically webbing him to the couch without a warning? And the poke that almost gave away his ticklishness? He’ll need to come up with something to teach the kid to use his words.. and maybe offer a different way of telling each other to take a break.

Tony waited until Peter gave a sigh of his own. By now boy was scanning the paper and holding a small solution over the other. The webs which held Tony had long been dissolved and only stained the couch ever so slightly. He walked up behind him “need help?” Peter yelped, and turned around with a start, dropping the solution in the process. “m-mister stark!” He huffed. The man chuckled at the pout his student gave him, “sorry did I scare you?” He grinned. Peter huffed and turned back around, eyes widening when the solution started to bubble and set off his Spidey sense “DUCK!”

Tony did— Spidey got sent flying to the ground with the new web solution which exploded mere seconds after the call. It took a few seconds until the fluid stopped, now decorating the whole lab.

“Gee kid, are you alright?” Tony called and rushed over to him. Pete grumbled, a little sore from the fall “yep, I’m good” he said and gave a small thumbs up.

Tony huffed a smile, his student was covered in web fluid, only a few spots were free. “Can you get out by yourself?” He asked and crouched next to him. Seeing the boy struggle and wiggle to break free he already had a feeling that he had to get a small knife.

Peter huffed and took another deep breath before trying again- yet his tries were futile.

“Nope, nope definitely stuck.” He said and let his head fall back onto the ground. Tony chuckled “alright hold on Kid” he said and got a pocket knife out of his back pocket before getting to work.

Tony peeled Parker off of the floor and got him to sit on the couch, then he quickly went and got the dissolvent from Peter’s desk.

“Man, this stuff is awfully sticky” Peter huffed and raised his arm, seeing his webbing move ever so slightly.

He watched Tony join his side and open the small bottle “heh, more then your normal webs I assume?” Peter nodded “way more!” He exclaimed before feeling a little bit of liquid run down his back- making him shiver “Sorry, It’s still cold but it shouldn’t take longer then a few minutes.” Stark said as he made sure to get most of his torso before moving on.

He sighed and knelt down, hand squeezing Peter side to support his balance. What he didn’t expect was his Mentee to Yelp and clamp his hand over his mouth and jump in a frenzied motion.

“Are you okay? Did you get injured from that explosion?” He asked and looked up at the boy.

Peter flushed— no he didn’t get hurt, but he’d never tell his mentor and idol that he just accidentally tickled him! “No, no, just surprised me is all” he mumbled and averted his gaze.

Tony raised an eyebrow, he had moved slow, there was no way that reaction came from his movement. As he continued to free Peter from his webbing things started to click into place and a small smile tugged at his lips, which was completely missed by the boy who still looked away with a tiny blush on his face.

“Alright” Tony hummed when the last bit of webbing dissolved and he closed the dissolvent. Peter smiled “thanks Mister Stark!” Nodding he kept Pete from getting up. “Mister Stark?” Tony pat his shoulder as he stood up “if I have to take a break so do you kid” he said and a small traitorous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. Peter raised an eyebrow, that’s not how that worked.

He crossed his arms “but I’m fine!” Tony raised an eyebrow “are you really though? You just got flung to the ground, maybe you hurt yourself and aren’t telling me again” he said hinting to his side.

Peter grumbled “I’m not hurt, really” Tony huffed and squeezed his side “no?” He asked watching the kid squeak, grab at his hand while his legs shot up and he squeezed his eyes shut with a bright smile.

Tony chuckled silently at his mentees giggles. “I don’t understand Pete, what’s so funny? If you’re hurt that’s a serious problem!” He huffed. Peter squeaked when the second hand attacked his other side with squeezes making him fall back into the couch. “mIHihister StAhAhark!” He called though his bubbly giggles and growing blush.

“Im right here Pete but you need to let me have a look!” “nOhohooooo!” The boy whined before finding the strength to throw himself off of the couch “woah-!” Tony gasped and his stomach dropped. He quickly leaned over the couch to see the kid scramble up with a grin, showing him that he wasn’t hurt. Relief washed over him before the playful smirk re-emerged on his lips.

“Run”

Peter yelped and scrambled off of the ground, darting out of the lab with anticipating giggles— Tony right behind him

The boy grinned, he hadn’t played like this in a long while. The fact that Tony was actually up to play with him was as exiting as it was flustering.

Tony chuckled as their feet stomped on the ground, Peter’s lighter then him which clearly made the teen even more nervous.

The boy rounded a corner into the main room where a couch stood in the middle of it all. He rushed around and grinned at his mentor giddily. Tony stood at the other side of the couch, he was loving this just as much as Peter was. It was adorable how the boys cheeks flushed and small bubbly giggles escaped him even though he tried biting them back “naw kid we can’t have that~! Let me have a look at your sides- oh and your back too, that’s what you landed on earlier, right?”

Peter huffed a giggle “IHi’m not hurt-! TONY!” he squeaked when the man suddenly moved making him jump and run to avoid his playful mentor- however one and a half laps around the couch the boy got thrown back and the two wrestled— Peter with childish giggles and a beaming smile and Tony with a adoring, playful and Sly smirk.

“NoHOho! MiHister StahAhrk!” Peter struggled against his mentors hand which kept him in place- usually he wouldn’t have any problem getting out but his unstoppable waterfall of giggles weakened the poor hero drastically… and he was silently enjoying himself, although he’d never admit to that.

Then Tony’s hand latched onto Peter’s lowest rib which made the poor kid squeal and buck with hysterical giggles “honestly Pete, you need to let me check! It’s no use if you keep squirming like this!” Tony said with a teasing edge to his voice “BuHUt IHI’m noHOhot huHUhurt!” Peter protested.

His mentor tutted and moved up and down his sides, scribbling from his abdomen all the way to one of the higher ribs, noticing how the squirming picked up.

Tony grinned “do we have a little tickle spot up there~?” “NOHOho!” The answer came way too quickly and Peter’s cheeks tinted in a little brighter red. Tony stopped and hummed “you sure about that?” Peter nodded, anticipating giggles rushed though his few gulps of air.

“So you wouldn’t mind if we were to play a game?” Without waiting for Peter he placed a finger on the boys rib cage “round and round the garden like a teddy bear…” he sang and traced circles.

Peter shook his head and embarrassed yet happy giggles flew out of his mouth, no matter how hard he tried to protest or keep his mouth shut they just kept on coming “one step…” Tony said warningly. Peter looked at him, the almost sly and sinister grin sent shivers down his spine “noHoho nononohoho! MiHihister— STARK!” “Two step” Tony completely ignored the plea and the squeak he got in return only made him want to go on. “Tickle under THERE!”

Peter went ballistic, head thrown back, bucking and squirming left and right as his legs kicked out thanks to the merciless scribbling that sent ticke shocks through his whole body.

Tony chuckled at the sight, he’s never seen Peter let go like this, it was as amusing as it was adorable.

Hearing the kid wheeze he let up. “OhOho god” Peter giggled and looked at his mentor with slightly crinkled eyes. “You’re ruhuthless”

His mentor hummed down at him “you’re just incredibly ticklish” “mist- EHEHehEhHEe!” Peter squealed when fingers drilled into the dip of his hips. “Try again” his mentor grinned “ToHOhonEHEhe!” Peter called out and stark let up.

He smiled at the boy, his hair was completely disheveled, the blush covered his ears cheeks and neck, tiny tears of joy were at the corners of the boys eyes and he was breathing heavily with stray giggles.

Tony let the boys arms go and Peter curled up “ehEhe thahat wasn’t fahair!” Tony poked his unprotected back making the male jump “neither was webbing me to the couch” “sohorryy~” Peter whined through an amused giggle “you ready to take a break?” To Tony’s amusement a shimmer of playfulness played in the teens eyes as he eyed the billionaire.

“Or what~?” He teased

Big mistake.

Tony immediately grabbed the boys arm and pinned them above his head. The other hand hovered over the boys armpit.

Peter’s squeaky giggles picked right back up and he gave tony a panicked yet exited look. “Or else the tickle monster is gonna come back~” tony grinned. Peter shook his head “Noho he won’t!”

Then the hand fell. The boy squealed and curled up, shutting his eyes tight with giggles already pouring out of him.

Yet nothing happened.

Peter opened at eye noticing the smirk tony wore which made his stomach flip in anticipation. The boy whined “JuHUHust do it ahalready!”

Tony chuckled “my pleasure”

Then Peter threw his head back with full out cackles a second time that day. It was safe to say that Peter’s giggles and laughter went through the tower a lot more often~

#berry writes #berry back? #tickle fic #frien🤍 #lee!peter parker #ler!tony stark #Lee!peter #ler!tony #lee!spiderman #berry’s hideout #berry talks

[theheirofthesharingan]

Hi,it annoys me when Itachi is paired with Sakura, does anyone really think that the could fall in love with her?He won't even look at her,but how do you feel about this couple?

Anti-S*kura/ anti Ita*ku/anti ss content ahead.

I've written about it before too. Here.

It annoys me too. This is my honest reaction to the ship. (It's probably someone's art, so if anyone knows the artist's name or blog, please let me know. i'll credit them).

I haven't interacted with her fans a lot (their general hate for Itachi just makes me want to not talk to them), so the psychology behind anyone shipping her with Itachi is entirely lost on me. He would certainly not fall in love with her. I can't see him falling in love with anyone, least of all, her. He's so damaged and guilt-ridden, and he has absolutely nothing he can offer in a romantic relationship. He's broken, suicidal, and suffers from the most severe form of PTSD, so what can he do that she will find charming? In all of Itachi's ships, his partner(s) would have to work hard to make it work. We know she isn't the kind of person who does it, or pays attention to someone unless her own feelings are being rewarded or coddled.

I don't know how she's written in the fics (I've never read them), but if the writers are making her sympathetic, thoughtful, understanding, kind, generous where her ulterior motives do not lie, then that's just not her actual personality. You can't write their core characteristics as it is and think they can be shipped together. There's absolutely nothing he'll like in her. If he did think something of her obsession towards Sasuke he would have acquiesced to SS and reached out to her instead of Naruto.

She's just shoehorned into both Itachi and Sasuke's lives as their potential life partner, which is wild because Sasuke just didn't care about her until very last and Itachi... oh, well.

You guys really made me give more thought to her in the last 2-3 days than I did in the last 13 months of having seen and read Naruto. Many people unfollowed me recently, lmao. Could be a coincidence too that some deleted their blogs or maybe unfollowed me for other reasons. But still.. xD

#itachi #sasuke #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #sasuke uchiha #uchiha brothers #anti sakura #anti sakura haruno #anti ss #anti sasusaku

[judasgot-it]

a reader who ignores them after realizing they like them.. omg it’s so me. i’m the problem it’s me

BDUEGWUWH don't mention Taylor swift around me I have so much anguish because of her /j

But omg,,,, you are SO right, especially with some people like Dazai? He would go NUTS cause you know he would do anything for attention let's be sooooooo real

I feel like Dazai is a yandere idk I love him but he isn't the best guy let's be real xD

Cause he would KNOW and he loves the attention probably so you know he would just keep pestering you over and over just to annoy you. He wants your attention and don't deny him of it, he knows you want to give him it ;) He's horrible. You should probably run far far away.

I feel like this would also drive someone like Nikolai though mad cause he probably KNOWS how to get under your skin and wouldn't like your answer - like awww you're shy? TOO BAD !!

Nikolai would never make you admit it though. If anything if you ever say it out loud he would start to ignore you or even be mean, cause he's got severe emotional issues. He's like a situationship at it's worst. Dude doesn't know what he wants, he wants to be loved but if he actually got it? O lawd.

I love Jouno but like he would torture you if this happened like actually. C'mon. The dude would know before you even, and if you decided to ignore him, he would make your life hell.

He hates you. But he probably likes you, because he likes when people praise him. He would force you to tell him every part that you like about him. He's got a praise kink but god would he degrade you to hell and back for liking him.

These are just blurbs actually nothing substantial but...IDK I kinda wanna write Jouno once I get the time....mmm

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #jouno x reader

[battlemaiden13]

do you have any other harem fics youd recommend? reverse or anti or whatever !

Yes! All of these can be found on AO3 but most aren't complete. I also haven't read some of these in a while so this is by memory.

Making a Monster by @absurdmageart It's incredible written and the flow to it is wonderful! Absurdmage is one of my favourite writers and I literally squeal whenever they update. Making a monster is a harem where MC was turned into a skeleton monster, her name is Lissa and she's cute (although sometimes slightly annoying, I still like her though!!(Chip is my fav though))

Bones, Picked Clean by lulu-writes (luluwrites) @skelezbian here on tumblr I'm a bit behind on the story myself but MC meets the horror skeletons first and it is so good! It does have that troupe that I'm not to fond of of Sans not feeding the horrorbros but thats a personal thing. The writing is really good and I loved the story development.

House of Nightmares by Sephypsycologist Is a harem with the more horrific boys who don't get a lot of screen time. There's only 10 chapters but it was so cool seeing some of these skeletons and the horror and suspense in it was such an interesting take. I liked Needle a lot.

OtomeTale by Teddy_Feathers It only has 3 chapters which IS A CRIME! It's such a good concept and I wish there was more but I adore this mystery and romance. I wish there was more, alas I doubt there will be but everyone should read this.

Life With the Bone Brigade by ValkyrieOfSmut It's a spicy one with some good smut but I very much enjoy how Orange, Black and Mutt are written in it although I have some different head cannons myself. The pacing a bit fast for me but I mean, I took 100 chapters to make Mc drunk kiss a skeleton so this is probably better XD

Raccoons Like Bones by @starbellbunny There's only a few chapters at the moment and it's only San's but it's off to a real interesting start! Be warned it's slightly darker in themes so read the tags but I am very much enjoying it.

I was reading: (The Last of the) Real Ones by Vesperchan Reader in it is very cool and a magic user, the concept is awesome! Loved a good magic fight between MC and Sans and the writing is really good but I only got up to chapter 9 before needing a break.

I've enjoyed a few reverse harems but they all followed really similar plots and tropes so none really stood out to much and it doesn't look like I bookmarked any. If I remember them I'll add. Also I'm sure there's heaps more good harems that I can't think of them right now. Hope these manage to hold you over in the mean time.

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 7~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, pet names (pretty, pretty girl,good girl, ), private jet ride(it’s a fantasy world let’s pretend it’s not killing the planet faster XC), exhibitionism, smut, P in V, NSFW, livestream sex, sex in front of others, teasing, cock keep away(lol i cannot remember what that’s called i’ll edit later XD)

“Mroooooooow”

“it’s okay, pretty baby! It’s just a short trip, Jasper said so!” You coo at Opal, knowing it’s not gonna stop her from howling the whole way there.

She doesn’t even like car trips, you hate to have to put her through a wholeass plane ride.

Uhg.

You hope her poor little ears don’t pop.

“Hey Jasper, can we stop at the emergency vet before we go back to your place? I just wanna get Opal some pain meds if possible.”

“Our place, y’mean. And ‘f course, pretty.” He pulls your hand not going toward tsa.

“H-hey Jasper, tsa is that way…” you point.

“We’ll be headin’ that way ina sec…” He knocks on a door you didn’t even notice.

“Jasper? isn’t that like a maintenance door or something?”

He laughs, “Yeah, pretty, it is.”

someone answers only a second later, Jasper holds up his ID.

You look quizzically.

The man then checks something off on his tablet, takes your bags, and ushers you both to tsa.

He guides you to the front of the line, “Jasper???” You whisper.

“Yes, pretty girl?” His smirk is too much and you roll your eyes.

“What is all this, there was a line.”

“Yeah. Don’t gotta wait when you have your own jet.”

“WHAT?!” Everyone looks at you a little annoyed, mostly just confused until they look back at their phones. “Jasper, you didn’t mention you had a JET. How??? do you even??? What is your JOB again?”

“Streamer,” He grins, looking back at you as if it’s nothing.

“Streamers don’t ever make that much money Jasper!” you try and keep your voice down, and you end up hissing.

“MROOOOOOOOWWWWWW” Opal yowls again.

Jasper sticks his fingertip in her carrier and scritches her chin, smiling to himself.

“…”

Your jaw drops.

“Ya like it, pretty?” he leans in close you your ear. It probably would have turned you on, if you weren’t so flabbergasted.

“Why is there a fucking bed. ON A PLANE?”

“Why not? Can’t ya think of a few reasons to have one? hmm~” His teasing is both infuriating and so, so hot.

Maybe it’s more hot because it’s so infuriating?

“Jasper. this is ridiculous.” If your sharp glare could cut right through him, it would be slicing through the plane itself.

“Is it?” He drops his one bag nonchalantly onto a chair, before plopping himself onto the center couch. He stretches out like a satisfied cat.

You look for a safe place to put Opal for the ride, opting for the other chair.

His hungry eyes follow you as your back is turned, the way you bend slightly, your skirt moves forward, giving him a perfect view of your little panties.

Youre probably looking for a seatbelt.

Fretting this way and that to make sure your precious little kitty will be safe.

He can’t help grinning.

Your hands are on your hips now.

Now you stomp your foot slightly at there being no seat belt.

“She’ll be fine, pretty. Now come sit”

When you turn, the couch looks a lot smaller than it did initially…

He’s right in the middle.

You go to squeeze next to him.

“nuh uh, pretty~ righ’ here.” He pats his lap.

You swallow. “Jasper, are you even real?”

He cant help the bellowing laugh leaving his chest, “‘f course, pretty, need me t’pinch ya?” he teases.

“Maybe…”

“I can think of other ways to prove i’m real~”

His hand finds yours and pulls you over top of him.

Your knees find purchase on either side of his spread legs.

“I’m s’glad you thought ahead, pretty~” He fluffs your skirt. “Now sit.” Everytime he commands you to do something your body shudders, and obeys without hesitation.

His tented trousers poke your sensitive place instantly.

You start grinding forgetting this whole situation at the same time.

“Jasper,”

“Yes, pretty~?”

“Please don’t ever wake me.” It comes out a desperate plea.

His face says he was expecting something else, but changes to a much softer expression. He pulls you into a tight embrace.

You both sit there in each others arms for a minute.

The moment isn’t ruined, but the mood does change when his dick twitches against his jeans.

You think that must be painful…

You reach down to free him, and he gently swats your hand.

“Not yet~ Wait until the run way’s clear.”

“Jasperrrrrr” You whine and wiggle your hips.

“S’impatient~” His fingers trace your jaw. “You want my cock that bad, pretty~”

You nod, “Yes!”

You hear footfalls, and a couple bags thumping.

You spin so fast, and try to stand, but Jasper grabs your sides to hold you in his lap.

“Hey Jazzy,” You hear a voice that sounds just like his, and when you look over at them as best you can… They look exactly the same. Aside from faintly glowing eyes.

“Huh??” You spin the other way as far as you can.

“Hai there, Y/N!!” An adorable sort of looking guy speaks. He looks younger than you, but you really aren’t sure.

“Jasper” You hiss out a whisper.

“These are my dearest friends, pretty. Dev.in and Issac.”

Issac waves cutely, before looking into Opal’s carrier…

“H-hey!” You wiggle against Jasper’s grasp.

He holds firm. “Relax, pretty. Issac’s like a cat and dog whisperer rr some shit.”

True enough, Issac takes Opal out and holds her over his shoulder. She’s purring and her whining has completely stopped.

He sits in her previous spot.

Dev.in takes the other seat, dropping Jaspers bag onto the floor next to theirs.

“Jasper, I thought we were gonna…”

“We still are, pretty girl, don’t worry.”

“B-b-but!”

“Do ya not want to now that m’friends are here?”

It might be kinda hot…

You look behind you at both of them… Then to an open laptop directly behind you on the table… It’s recording, and it’s got a perfect view of your covered ass and Jaspers legs underneath you.

“A-and that?”

“We’re streamers, pretty, why don’ we show e’ryone what we were really up to…”

His dick twitches again.

You gulp.

Your hands shake as you reach for his zipper…

He doesn’t stop you this time.

You fall forward, your chest slamming into his face as the plane starts to move.

He laughs, “Ops, sorry, I’ll hold ya better,”

His grip does tighten with one hand… The other let’s go in favor of unbuttoning your top.

“mm,” You let out a quiet whimper.

“Lemme have at these, pretty,”

“‘kayyy,” You salivate looking at that huge dick of his, with that blushy pink tip and that delicious feeling piercing…

You rise up, as you do he lifts your skirt with one hand.

“Jas!-”

He holds the base of his member, angling it toward you. “C’mon pretty, sit on this cock like the good girl y’are.”

You lower yourself enough for that piercing to tease your slit. “Ah!” The contact from the hot thing, makes you whine.

“that’s m’ girl, tease yourself on my cock,” he holds it steady as you rock your hips hovering just enough over it to make you crazy.

It feels magnetic, the way it just finds your quim everytime and threatens to breach your entrance.

Your hips rotate, “mmf!” His piecing flicks your clit, “Ahh!!” then you move to where it’s just about to enter you again.

“Ja-AH!” as you whine again, he grabs your tit roughly. “J-Jasper!”

You feel the plane pick up speed, and you grab Jasper’s shoulders.

You sink down enough to take his tip, and then rise back up.

“Mmm! ah!” your breathing picks up, the teasing you’re putting yourself through is driving you mad. Your belly is burning up.

The plane lifts into the air, both your stomach and your body drop, taking him in one swift motion.

Jasper still holds your skirt up, and uses his other hand to slap against your bum.

Your back arches deeper. “Ahmmm!” You’re already feeling dumb.

The way your stomach sunk as the plane takes off and his dick filled you at the same time to meet in the middle, in some heavenly clash… Your insides twitch and your head falls back in ecstasy.

He slaps your ass again, and takes your tit into his mouth.

“Ahhhhh!!! Jas-perrrrr!” his tongue flicks your nipple, “AHH!!”

you grind harder into his lap, your stomach still sinking as the plane gets higher into the air, while your filled past the brim with his huge length.

“Ffffffuck, Jas” You don’t want to think anymore at all.

“Awww, m’girl’s already cockdrunk,”

You nod and cling to his chest, your head falls onto his shoulder.

He moves both his hands up your warming ass, and pulls your skirt further up under his hands as he grips your hips.

He slowly lifts you up, making a show of how long he is, and how you took every inch.

He teases your cunt by rolling his hips, just barely pushing back into you before pulling back out.

You’re squinting, “aaaaah mmm…”you grip him tighter.

He kisses your neck, “such a perfect girl, an’all mine”

“a-all y-yours,” you mimic.

He presses up into you, “Mmm!!!” leaving just an inch out of your tender pussy, before falling back down, “Ahh! J-Jasper, p-please just f-fuck me!”

“Aww, she managed ta get a whole sentence out, should we reward her?” He agonizingly and slowly raises his hips up maybe half way, you wiggle your hips, silently begging to be filled.

He lets his hips fall and you feel like crying, “J-jaaaassperrrr” your lip pouts.

Dev.in speaks up, reminding you of their presence along with Issac’s. You don’t care enough to try and look at them, you just hold Jasper and pray he has mercy on you. “The viewers voted to make her wait until she begs for it.”

“M’sorry, pretty girl, you heard them though…”

“Noooooooo….” You struggle, moving this way and that, “Jas!!! wan it so baaddd” you slur.

“Awww, you’re not gon’ take pity on my poor girl?”

“They wanna hear her cry.” They say coldly.

“B-but I want it so b-bad already!”

He pushes you down a little, and then lifts you back up, “Unnnnnggg! Deeper!! Please!! D-deeper!!!”

He does that again, and again, with your head lolling around, your babble incoherently.

“Sounds like she’s beggin’ guys,” He thrusts up fast, but stops so painfully short of filling you and pulls back out again!

“Just! UHG! Fuck me!!! please!” You’re so frustrated you yell at him and punch his back.

“What was that??” He does it AGAIN.

“URRRHGG!!!! JASPER!!! Pleaseee!!!!” You lose your gusto halfway through the plea, and tears are rolling off your pretty cheeks as you start to sob.

“There she goes, can I give her what she wants now?”

“Yes.” They speak for the cruel viewers.

The second that yes travels through the air, Jasper is raising his hips and slapping against you rapidly, filling you and fucking you relentlessly.

“Y-Yess!! Oh my— YES!!! Harder Jasper! Please! Fuck me harder!!!” You hold onto him for dear life, using your legs as hard as you can trying to match his thrusts while he tries to hold you still.

“Oh my fffffuck!!!” The slapping is so loud in your ears, it’s like music that you’re singing along to as you bounce with the beat.

Your ass burns as he beats your quim up with his cock.

The piercing feels like it’s fucking your cervix open for him.

There’s so much pressure!

You cum around him. “Oh! fffuck!!” your body shakes wildly for the camera. This high practically shatters reality, you don’t even remember where you are, or who’s with you other than Jasper and his safe, warm lap.

“Fffuck, pretty, you’re givin’me more?” he holds you higher so not even his tip is fully in you. He slams his hips up into you then slowly pulls out, “Isn’t my girl th’best?”

“Jas—!!” Slam! he snaps upward, “Ah!! —perrrr!!!”

You cum again as he hits deeper than ever before. It’s so close to the last one, your body never stopped shaking.

As you twitch around him he finishes deep inside you. It splashes so perfectly inside you, you don’t want him to pull out.

But he does, letting your combined cum leak out around him for the camera.

He gently pats your buttcheek, “alright pretty, lean real far forward for me,”

You do what he said, “like this?”

“Jus’ li’ that. Such a good girl f’me”

You feel him pull your pussy lips apart, and the cum leaks out slow and almost steadily.

“mmmm” you wiggle and flex your hole, pushing out more.

He tweaks your clit, “Good girl~”

Your body jumps.

“I love you pretty, pretty girl”

“I love you s’much Jasper”

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Jackass in Japan!

Y/N is flown out to Japan with the Jackass cast to help keep them in line while filming Jackass: The Movie. Unfortunately, nothing goes as they plan.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, crude language, alcohol, implied drug use, implied sexual content, improper use of sex toys, cross dressing, fights, vomiting, urine, nudity

4.7K Words

An: Aaa more manager Y/N!! I know I wrote it a lot but I LOVE the dynamic they have with the guys (especially Johnny!!) A few of my friends actually took a trip to Japan not too long ago, so this was partially inspired by that! Also apologies from deviating from my usual update schedule! This fic is just SO GIANT at least by my standards!! Anyways thank you for all the requests and please keep sending them in!! I love reading them and I love writing them even more! XD

As a country of etiquette, social subtleties, and rich culture, Japan probably wouldn’t be your first destination to fly the guys out to film in. Maybe a chain restaurant play place would be better- no sharp objects and everything made of plastic and easily sanitizable. You begged Jeff to cut you some slack just this one time, but after a totally sincere and completely not bullshitted speech on his behalf about how ‘integral’ you are to the team, you agreed to come along to babysit- make sure none of them run off to far.

Three hours deep into the flight to Japan and Steve hadn’t stopped bouncing his knee since takeoff. Somewhere between annoyed and concerned, you decided to find out what the hell was the matter and peered through the gap in the seat in front of you.

“Hey. Hey, hey dude! Dude, we should get- like, some of those tiny liquor bottles, right? Like, the kind they got on planes?” Steve waved his hands wildly as he rambled to Chris, staring at him with dinner plate wide eyes. In contrast, Pontius didn’t even look at him, drifting between sleep and consciousness, “Oh? Oh, yeah. Sure.” You knew Jeff warned you about this, but the results of Chris’ tendency to mix sleeping pills with red wine could be managed by bringing him an extra pair of pants. What you couldn’t seem to reign in, though, was the hummingbird buzzing next to him.

Snapping you out of your little bird watching trance, Steve whipped his head around to you, staring back through the gap about an inch from your face with a grin a mile wide, “Y/N! Y/N! Hey! Think y’could grab me some’a those?” He jabbed a finger at Ryan’s tray table, sticky and littered with at least twenty multicolored little bottles of liquor- some full, some empty, and some half drank as Ryan leaned his forehead against the seat in front of him in a drunken stupor. Steve’s restless fingers thrummed against the leather headrest he rested them on, unable to sit still.

You debated for a moment whether you could swipe one while he was busy working on the one in his hand, but before you could do anything your attention was torn by the retching noises you heard next to you. Johnny was folded into the seat next to you, his long legs awkwardly zig zagged under the seat in front of you as he clutched onto his paper airsickness bag for dear life. Of course, Steve found it hilarious because, for once, it wasn’t him throwing up, “Haha! Knoxville’s yackin!” Johnny leaned over, nearly on top of you as he tried to stabilize himself. God, he was heavy. Glaring at Steve with hazy loathing, he clutched the vomit filled bag up with wordless intent- the kind of intent you really didn’t want to be seated in the front row for.

The threat worked and you watched Steve shrink back in his seat as Johnny fell back against the barely padded leather, his complexion more akin to a boiled egg than anything human. You felt a little bad for the guy, even though just a second before he was smothering you in his chest. Oh, and great timing- here comes the stewardess, with her pretty high heels and her cart full of sodas and tiny liquors and little bags of peanuts. Steve hailed her like a cab and, after finishing his stuttery, incomprehensible rant that she just smiled and nodded at, she stopped next to Ryan, tapping him on the shoulder with a perfectly manicured nail. “Excuse me, sir? Can I help you with those?” He blinked his eyes open slowly, glancing around him, only just seeming to notice the sea of plastic in front of him. “Oh…Yeah.” And in one fell sweep of his arm, he brushed the pile of bottles into the trash can attached to the cart she was pushing, a handful of bottles clattering to the ground. Bending down to grab one, he held a yellow plastic bottle up, blinking behind his sunglasses, “Can I get some more of these too?” She nodded. Glancing over to Johnny, you saw his complexion get a little greener. You added to Ryan’s request, “And can we get some more of those bags, please?”

Somewhere in the 20 hour flight, you ended up falling asleep on Johnny’s muscular shoulder, which would have been kind of a sweet moment if it wasn’t for him stirring you every now and then with his gagging. While you were fading back asleep in between one bout of vomiting and another, you felt Bam squeeze past your knees as he got up to use the bathroom. Thinking nothing of it, your eyes remained closed until you heard rolling plastic and you felt the smack of his head hitting your knees. “Motherfucker!” He rubbed the back of his head, looking up at Ryan with dazed rage in his eyes, “Pick up your goddamn bottles!” Ryan couldn’t seem to care less as Bam scrounged on the ground, grabbing one of the mini bottles and hucking it at his head, missing by about six inches.

You rubbed Johnny’s back as everyone waited for him to finish hurling the rest of his guts into a trash can. Stumbling back to you, he wiped his mouth, “Okay, okay- that’s it.” The gate was pretty crowded and you really had to keep an eye on everyone. Sighing in exasperation, you wondered how you were going to corral these idiots all the way to the train station, much less the hotel. “Okay, everybody!” You clapped your hands, getting their attention before making a fist at your side, mimicking holding something, “Grab onto the invisible rope!” It was a trick preschool teachers used when kids didn’t want to hold each other's hands when they went somewhere. Sure, on one hand, you were dealing with fully grown men, but on the other hand they were very tired, somewhat intoxicated men, so equal odds.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid.” Bam grumbled, “Invisible rope my ass…” He turned back around snidely to Ryan who followed behind him, “Who do they think they are? Jeff?” Raising his eyebrows and still half plastered, Ryan glanced at Bam’s clutched hand, “And I see you’re still holding the invisible rope…?”

As you sat down on the train, you finally had a moment to relax. It was around sunset now, and the windows of the train car glowed golden as the automatic doors slid shut, the entire car completely silent. Jeff had the guys under control, you told yourself, he keeps them on a short leash. You deserve a nap. Reclining against the plastic seat, your eyes fluttered shut for just a moment- just a second, a flap of a butterfly’s wings.

And when your ears perked up to the sound of snickering you realized just how wrong you were in assuming Jeff would cover your ass. A small crowd formed around Pontius who had passed out, the giant piss stain on his pants front and center for any of the horrified witnesses as the guys artfully graffitied every inch of his now shirtless body. Among these, a comically large penis pointed to his mouth and “I ♡ YAKUZA” was scrawled across his back in sharpie. People whispered and looked on at the scene in dismay while you panicked and did your best with damage control.

By the time you got to your stop, Chris looked like a public bathroom stall, and frankly smelled like one too. The only thing you could do was hand him his discarded shirt he threw off when you got on as everyone was rushing to get up and leave, but he shook his head, very clearly still high and looking around like he’d never seen your face before. He slurred his words, “C’mon, Y/N. Who wouldn't want to see this hyper-masculine, Adonis-like physique?” Instead of heeding your insistence, Pontius took this as an opportunity to flex his admittedly impressive muscles at you. You tried your best to reason with him, putting on your happiest, most super nicest voice ever in desperation, “Oh, of course! But listen, it’s really cold out right now, and you can’t be catching a cold before filming tomorrow, right?”

He seemed to take a moment to process what you were saying before nodding a little. By then, it was just you and him on the train and people were starting to board. You didn’t have a lot of time, but the plan was working, “That’s right! So can you put this on?” It was like trying to reason with a five year old. But sure enough, after a few slow blinks, he wriggled it over his head without an argument. The things you do for a living.

When the group got to the hotel, Jeff got the room keys from the front desk while you grabbed some food from a vending machine, enough to tide you over until the next morning. By that point, everyone was exhausted, sitting in the lobby chairs half asleep, or in Steve and Ryan’s case, fully asleep. It was kinda cute, seeing them all passed out, stretched out on couches or resting heads on each other's shoulders, like the calm little center of their usual chaos.

By the time he came back, nobody questioned the fact that Jeff got only three keys until you were all crowded together in the elevator. Bam was the first to pick up on it, “Hey. Where’s my key?” Jeff leaned against the dimpled metal siding nonchalantly, “Knoxville’s got your key.” Sighing, Bam waved his hand in front of Johnny’s sleep line covered face to wake him up from where he was dozing off standing up, “Dude. Hand it over.”

“What? I only got one key- this is mine.” Drowsily, Johnny pulled the single brass key out of his pocket to prove it, the plastic room number tag dangling from one end. Blinking a couple times, Bam still had enough energy to get pissed, “We- we have one fuckin room?” He continued his fatigued interrogation as they walked down the hall, “Well it’s a suite, right? Right?”

It was not a suite. It wasn’t in the same zip code as a suite. Crowded in the door, the only sounds in the hallway were the slamming of two doors- your’s and Jeff’s. “Huh. Only two beds…” Johnny broke the silence, “That means…this one’s mine!” Making a mad dash, he flung himself at the nearest bed, stumbling over his own feet. Hot on his heels, Bam shoved Ryan out of the way but tripped, rolling to the carpet as he was clamored over by the rest of the guys, sputtering curse words. Far after everyone laid their claim, Steve wandered in, still half asleep. They had forgotten him downstairs. “Oh, hey buddy!” Johnny grinned, “You're gettin’ the couch tonight.” This earned him a sigh of exasperation, “Really? The fuckin couch? Come on dude! Why don’t you get fuckin’ Y/N- they got a room all to themself!” Swinging his long legs off the bed, Johnny chuckled, “Gladly.”

Halfway unpacking, your head turned at the knock at your door. You were caught a little by surprise by the towering man leaning against your door frame as you opened it, staring down at you with that charming glint in his dark eyes. “Knoxville?” His voice was sweet as he looked over you with the ghost of a smile on his face, “You sharin’ with anyone tonight, sweetheart?” You looked back at your one open suitcase and the two beds in the room, then back at him, “No…?” Johnny quirked an eyebrow at you as he leaned down a little closer, his grin growing to show just a sliver more of his teeth, “Would you like some company?”

With a sweet smile and a flutter of your eyelashes, you shut the door in his face. That was for throwing up on you on the plane.

Later that evening, Chris strutted back into the room a few hours after they sent him to go grab food, holding bunches of plastic shopping bags in his hands with pride like a hunter with his first kill of the season. The noise alerted Johnny, getting up from in front of the television, his stomach growling, “God, what took’y so long, Pontius?” Without taking another look, he reached a hand into one of the bags, rummaging through it for something to eat, “Isn’t there a seven eleven across the-”

Bam and Steve peeked into the kitchen at just the perfect time to see Johnny yank the thick, purple object out of the bag as Chris watched, absolutely delighted. Staring at the thick, oblong shape and feeling its weight in his hand, Johnny didn’t know what to do. Almost as an instinct, he threw it. It bounced once on the wooden table before falling perfectly upright, wiggling a little. The sight of a purple dildo swaying gently in the breeze made the room howl with laughter, everyone collapsing against furniture. Once the laughter subsided, they attacked the contents of the bags like wild dogs.

“Holy shit!” With wide eyes, Steve parked himself on the couch and perused one of the many porno mags, completely mystified, “And I thought the chicks in Poland were hot…” Peering over his shoulder, Bam squinted disbelievingly at the four page gatefold that unfurled, “No way- they gotta be fake.” Not taking his eyes off of the glossy pages, Steve shook his head, “Nuh-uh. C’mon, look at that, she’s clearly-“

Slap! The noise reverberated through the room as Steve was suddenly whacked upside the head with a floppy, purple blur. Chris didn’t even have the chance to shout ‘Lombardi!’ before he was on the ground. The ensuing fight and wrestling match was loud enough to tear Johnny’s attention away from the Tenga egg he was trying to blow up like a balloon, but not enough to wake up Ryan who had been sleeping like a baby through this entire ordeal. This wouldn’t be the case for long.

As soon as he wriggled out of his grasp, Pontius went after Johnny. Unlike Steve, however, he had a head start and a chase ensued. Ducking behind chairs, under tables, and in and out of doors, they went around and around. Steve chased Chris who chased Johnny, the room echoing with yelling and whooping and thumping from running into furniture. It was like Scooby Doo. This, in turn, woke up Ryan. In the middle of the commotion, he snatched the dildo from Chris’ hands, ran to the door, and hurdled it down the hallway like a fifty mile an hour fastball, sending it soaring before he slammed the door and trudged back to bed.

You heard something hit the plywood of your door with a thump while you sat in bed, watching tv in a language you didn't understand and pretending you knew what was going on. Part of you was weary to investigate, but your curiosity was overwhelming and you went to check it out anyway. There it was, laying on your doorstep like an abandoned baby on a church stoop. Glance left, glance right- nobody in the hallway. No witnesses. It’s not like anyone would see it if you took it, right? You shrugged. Oh hell, why not?

“Dude- you can’t just leave it out there!” Bam argued with a still half asleep Ryan who had since laid back in bed, “Well, why can't you go get it?” He sighed, conceding and running out of the door. From the hallway a few seconds later, Bam excitedly yelled back, “Guys! The fuckin thing- it’s gone!” Everyone flooded outside to aid in the search, but no dice. Johnny got up from where he was crouched next to a potted plant, “Where the hell’d you throw it, Dunn?”

“I don’t know! The thing probably landed outside the manager’s room!” Glances were shot. Silence.

Morning filtered softly through the windows overlooking Shibuya, illuminating the absolute pigsty the room had become in just one night. Really, it was impressive they could trash a hotel room that fast- they should be in the Guiness book of world records. Blinking his eyes open lazily, Johnny did a double take when he felt a second body pressed against his. It was Steve, wearing a dreamy smile while resting his head against his chest. On his other side was Pontius, not laying on him like a lovesick girlfriend, sure, but instead sporting quite the sheet tent while snoring on the other side of the bed. After getting shoved off, Steve tumbled to the scratchy, unvacuumed carpet, only stirring just slightly, rubbing his head as Johnny threw a flat pillow at him.

After a few minutes of trying to get back to sleep, Johnny reluctantly rolled out of bed to the sound of your insistent knocking at the door. Looking scruffy and disheveled, clad only in the pair of white boxers he slept in that sat just low enough on his hips that you could see a little bit of the hair leading below his waistband as he leaned against the doorframe, looking down with half lidded eyes, his gaze fixed on either you or his manhood. His voice was thick and low, still groggy from the night before, “Mornin’.” A smirk crept onto his face, “Knew you’d come’t your senses.” As much as usually annoyed you with his flirting this time was different. Maybe it was that look behind his eyes that suggested what he wanted or the warmth radiating off of his muscular body, but you had to keep yourself from stumbling over your words as you almost forgot about what you came there to tell him, “Huh? What- no. No! You guys are late! Let’s go!” Leaning to one side, you peered under his arm, looking at the hurricane that hit their room, “Oh my god, how did y-“

“Aaaaah!!” There was a shriek from the far bed that undeniably came from Bam as the covers flew up in a flurry of white sheet. He sounded like April. Frantically scrambling to his feet, he stood wide eyed, with his back pressed against the glass window…ass naked. The entirety of Shibuya was getting mooned by him. Not even worried about exposing himself, he flew into a panicked explanation, jabbing a finger in Ryan’s direction as he barely stirred, still in bed, “Y/N! Y/N- Ryan’s knee was in my ass!”

“All of you! Get up!” You didn’t try to dispute the claim, much less question it as the boys slowly dragged their feet, groggily getting dressed as they stumbled out the door. Herding them like sheep, you followed behind to make sure none of them wandered off or got attacked by wolves, lingering next to Johnny for a little too long as he eyed you. “Have a good night, Y/N?” He couldn’t have known, “Yeah, s’pretty alright.” The grin playing on his lips told you otherwise, “Really? Was it?” There was this knowing insistence in his voice as he got this maniacal little glint in his eyes, continuing, “If last night was a color, would you say it would be…purple?”

Oh, he knew alright.

The shoot went pretty well- you got to spend a day lounging on a beach while Chris and Steve swam with some whale sharks, so you couldn’t complain. They jerked off some sea cucumbers, filled their shorts with live shrimp, and you got a front row seat to the show. Thousands of people were gonna be paying twenty bucks to see this in theaters, and you get this for free. Lucky you!

The problem came, however, later that evening, when Steve gave you a call. You picked up your buzzing flip phone and glanced out at the dark cityscape through your window, knowing whatever he said wouldn’t be good before he even opened his mouth, “What?” From the noises on the other end of the line, it seemed like he was in the midst of an argument of sorts as he spoke over the line, “Hey, bro man dude!” He spoke with the kind of feigned enthusiasm that you only get when someone’s about to tell you something bad, “Do you, like- know how to do makeup?”

Reluctantly, you agreed to help him after he explained the whole situation to you, but you didn’t grapple with what you would actually be getting into until you showed up on the scene. You found them in the dark alley next to some nightclub, crowded around…someone who was making a lot of commotion. As you got a little closer, you saw it was- oh god, it was Bam, completely disillusioned to whatever scheme he was a part of. Chris was trying feebly to apply what looked like lipstick to his lips but he wasn’t getting very far. Noticing you, he stepped back a little, revealing the canvas you would be working with. Leaning against the wall feebly in red plastic heels and a shiny purple spandex dress, Bam looked like the definition of a hot mess. God, they even shaved his legs.

“Shut up! Just get over here!” He could practically read your mind and was clearly impatient, but it was hard to take Bam seriously in that shiny blond wig they put him in. Johnny handed you the shopping bag of makeup they bought as you sighed, twisting open a tube or mascara. You got to work as Johnny awkwardly explained how they were turned away at the door and, thinking the club didn’t want them to turn the place into a sausage fest, they thought the bouncer wanted them to get some chicks. “Unfortunately, the only one of us who speaks the damn language is Steve here- what’d you say to those gals back there?” Johnny elbowed him and you could hear the proud grin in his voice as he said with gusto while, at the same time, also stumbling over his words, “Watashi wa chiisana whinna-o motte imasu!”

“You guys fuckin’ owe me…” Unsteadily swaying on his stilettos, Bam was still shorter than Ryan who had his arm around his shoulders as they walked back around to the club, music thumping so loudly from within that the windows shook. Ryan went to raise his voice to speak to the bouncer, but before he could, he wordlessly lifted the velvet rope and everyone's faces lit up! You were honestly surprised that the plan worked, but, yet again, you knew it could only work so well. Just as Bam got one shiny red foot inside- click! He looked back at you with those scared, wide eyed looks kids get when they get dropped off at preschool for the first time as the bouncer ushered him inside, deserting the rest of you.

“Great fuckin luck…” Steve said what you were all thinking, “What’re we gonna do now?” Scrounging around in your pocket, you grabbed a crumpled up a map as you stopped under a streetlamp to clumsily unfold it and point to a circled location- it was a fancy restaurant that just so happened to have a bar inside.

It was the kind of high class establishment that you walked into and immediately felt out of place in, with lots of hand carved wood and yellowy paper lighting fixtures, where everyone talked in whispers and you weren’t allowed to let your glass make a noise when it hit the table. The five of you took apprehensive seats at the bar, sticking out like a handful of sore thumbs. Not sure what to do, you started up small talk, but you couldn't get more than a few words out to Chris before your attention was stolen away to what was happening at the far end of the bar.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the blur of Steve getting yanked up by the back of his shirt like a kitten at the hands of the burly bartender behind the counter as he angrily shouted at him in Japanese. He dangled for a moment, wearing that deer in the headlights look, before he was unceremoniously tossed out onto the sidewalk outside. Chris, always considerate, was the first to flee, then came Ryan as he finished up his drink.

You held a hand out to Steve, gripping his cut up palm in yours and potentially contracting who knows how many diseases as you helped him to his feet while he ranted, “Dude! I don’t know what the big fuckin deal was- all I asked for was some sucky!” He couldn’t be serious, but the look on his face told you otherwise. Sure, his Japanese earlier was broken, but shit, it wasn't that broken. “Steve- Steve.” It was a challenge to keep a straight face as you tried your very best to clarify, “It’s sake, not sucky.” A look of wide eyed clarity crossed his face before he chuckled, smiling at his own stupidity.

Your desperation that night had led you to this little hole in the wall ramen shop tucked away practically underground. In stark contrast to your previous whereabouts, the ceiling was so low that you needed to duck through the door and the walls were so skinny you needed to shuffle past the counter seats with your back to the wall. But it was quiet and the food was cheap, so you all sat in an exhausted little row in front of the guy who made the food as you slurped your noodles, steam wafting onto your faces.

Swallowing a mouthful, Chris was the first to speak up, glancing out the steamy window at the nightclub across the street, “Hey, s’anyone know where Bam is?” Your chopsticks stilled in your bowl as realization hit you like a freight train. “Oh my god…” You could hear Ryan and Johnny start cracking up as you rubbed the space between your eyes, your head nearly falling into your noodles, “We forgot Bam…” Your one job and you fucked it up. Johnny patted your back like how one would pet a big dog, grinning, “Ah, don’t worry, Y/N! We'll get’im on the way back.”

That was an hour ago, and if you thought he looked rough when you ditched him, you didn’t know how to describe Bam as he hobbled out of the doors on only one heeled foot, his lipstick hopelessly smeared across his cheek as he angrily stuffed his already askew wig into a trash can. It really was kind of funny with how pissed he looked. “Hey, dude! How’d it go in there?” Ryan put his hand up for a high five but just received an exhausted head shake in return, “I don’t wanna talk about it. I…am so drunk.” Putting an arm around him, Ryan nodded, “Okay, buddy.”

By the time you got back to the hotel, everyone was more than ready to pass out on their feet. Everyone, of course, sans whoever was knocking on your door at three in the morning. Looking through the peephole, your suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door, “Knoxville?” The hallway was silent as your eyes trailed up his body, landing on a rare apologetic expression he was wearing. A sorry smile played on his lips as he spoke quietly, “Hey, Y/N. Just wanna say sorry for me’n the guys screwing the night up. Maybe, I dunno- I could come in for a coffee? Nightcap?”

Something in you compelled you not to shut the door, “Sure. I think I’ve gotta few bottles in the mini bar. Come in.” Following you into your comparatively spotless room, Johnny bent down and fished around in the fridge without even asking you. Standing behind him, your eyes fixated on the gold lettering spelling ‘Knoxville’ on his black leather belt as the back of his shirt slid up, exposing about an inch of skin on his lower back, an oddly sensual act you felt simultaneously turned on by and a little guilty for watching. He grabbed four random mini liquor bottles, one in between each finger, and plopped down on top of your sheets. “Grab a few for yourself.” Typical. There were only two left so you grabbed them, taking a seat next to him, both pairs of legs outstretched on the scratchy bedspread as you drank and reminisced about the day you just had by the yellow light of your bedside table lamp.

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 5]

Forever obsessed with the way ecaflips can drink both using their tongue and just chugging liquids. Did he do this because he's nervous? Is he feeling cute? Am I insane?

One may say "Kerubim didn't tell anything was amiss to Joris because he didn't know it would be Julith", but tbh, the Ebony Dofus being stolen puts Joris in danger simply by the virtue of their connection, and Kerubim himself knows that.

He should have thought this through better. However, as we have established in the last 32498234 posts, he is stupid.

(I like to think that he went here really hoping that Bakara would say "some random rogues left with the ebony dofus LOL XD. Anyway yeah I still don't want Joris to know anything about his family or talk to me, godspeed on lying to him more, epic <3")

So real.

Something I didn't comment on is that Bakara is quite cold during this exchange: personally, she has no stake here. Unlike Kerubim, it's not like someone she loves might die or get hurt, — 10 years too late to care about that.

I think she is just quietly simmering with rage and trying not to kill half the patrons at this beautiful bar full of delicious alcohol.

I think Bakara is both worried that Kerubim told Joris nothing (meaning that the boy is in danger without knowing it (HE IS)) and that Kerubim might have told him something (which would mean that she would have to interact with him. They did have an agreement for a reason, after all...)

I think it's cool if she has conflicting priorities like that, though I know that the canonical reason behind that line is probably the first one.

Either way, this level of danger is enough for Kerubim to call off their agreement immediately.

Kerubim has 200000 different reasons to be deathly depressed about having to tell Joris about his family, but some of them are:

He beat his mother to near death and assumed she was dead for 10 years.

Joris's biological father is cooler than him, and he will lose the cool dad Olympics.

He doesn't want Joris to be saddled with this bullshit.

Joris will learn that all this time he had an aunt who wanted nothing to do with him because, to her, he is a spawn of her brother's murderer.

His mother is called "The Butcher of Brakmar"

His father is famous and illustrious and legendary.

Joris will be unhappy about being lied to for the past 10 years, including now, in a city that has a huge ass memorial to Jahash.

No matter how hard he gives, it seems like all Kerubim does is take. I think that's a pretty hard thing to realize about one's own parent.

Like for the past 10 years all he does is give, give, give, to a guy who cares sooooo much that once he almost left him without fingers by slamming a chest shut while Joris was holding it. The guy who was still treating and touching him like an infant when he was 7 years old.

That's when the darkness began, followers. He HATES Kerubim for this.

And I mean this unironically! When you're mad at someone you love, it can turn into a big case of "that bitch eating crackers syndome", where you remember every single slightly annoying thing they've ever done, — and it all suddenly seems like Proof of Irredeemable Evil on their part.

And it is kinda complicated because Joris does have a right to feel that way about Kerubim. In microcosm, most of the things he's done are pretty simple, — but it's 10 years of nothing but these small little fuck-ups with major fuck-ups in-between.

Some may say "noo" to this but, personally, I think Joris is based. He's growing a backbone.

I think it's likely that Indie was a stricter parent than Kerubim, and due to their similarities, she assumes that Kerubim will punish Joris. (Make him stand in a corner? Make him eat veggies? Make him shower? Who even knows.)

Jokes on her, Joris has likely not seen a single disciplinary action in his entire life, baybee.

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[sciderman]

How do you feel about different animated Peters? Do you have a favorite out of them?

hooh man, i know i say that i've consumed every little bit of spider-man media ever but it's really not true actually, and i think the thought of trying to watch every single animated version of peter parker kind of makes my brain explode. there are so many. i didn't actually grow up on spider-man cartoons, i only really got into spider-man comics in my late teens so my point-of-reference for peter parker will kind of always be the 616 comics, first-and-foremost.

i did watch a bit of ultimate spider-man as it was airing and i probably am one of the very few people on the planet who's kind of oddly soft on it! i have complicated feelings about ultimate spider-man. i feel about it the same kind of way that i feel about way's deadpool run. that it's an entirely annoying depiction of the character that is full to the brim with irritating jokes that don't land and package up the character to be a nutszo joke-a-minute lols random haha type deal but - i see oddly sincere and sympathetic and self-aware moments in there that make me inexplicably fond of that particular portrayal.

i don't know - i actually really love it when peter's portrayed as an actual weirdo. not the uptight square-boy you usually see, or this quirky boy-scout who's just kind of bland and cute and nerdy - but a peter parker that is actually unapologetically annoying. like you can't stand to be with him. i kind of love to see it. i don't know, i want him to be annoying. i think he should be annoying. and i love that he's fucking insane. like, objectively. he's not a sane man. he's adhd incarnate. and he's stupid. he has heroic moments, yeah, but he's also stupid and a jerk. i don't know. i'm probably giving it way too much credit, but compared to what came after (disney xd's spider-man (2017), looking at you) it's fun and kind of a very weird departure to your usual spider-man fare. deadpool appears in this show for one singular episode also so naturally thta is enough to make my brain go brrr.

(i've actually been really wanting to write a fic set in this universe. it's a universe i'm kind of interested in exploring, actually. been rotating it in my mind for a really, really long time. i'm almost ashamed to admit it, but every version of wade wilson fires up my brain, and i'm really, really interested in fleshing out this strange, i-was-a-child-soldier-turned-teenage-mercenary wade wilson. sorry. off-topic now. spider-man. we're meant to be talking about spider-man.)

disney xd's spider-man (2017) sorry you are so ugly and so boring. she doesn't exist to me. i hate that stupid nerdy off-brand tom holland ass twink with the green eyes. hate her. she is so boring. and her voice is even worse than drake bell (how could that be possible)

60's spider-man fucks. binged it so hard during my college days because it put me into the flow-state while i was working on my animation projects. i love that square boy. i love how macho he sounds when he's in the suit. i love his stupid fucking spider with the six legs. i love that they didn't have the budget for the extra two legs. i love him. he got me through college. almost tempted to do a stream of 60s spider-man so you all can enjoy it with me. it's a treasure. and thank you, 60s spider-man, for all the reaction images.

spectacular spider-man is very beloved, and i NEAARLY watched it all the way through, but – i don't know, i kind of just... don't like that peter parker very much. i couldn't tell you why. he's just a little boring to me. maybe it's the same criticism people slam onto andrew garfield's spider-man, the "he's too cool" argument. he's just not cringefail enough. he's kind of a bit boring. and his stupid SHIRT TAG that is NEVER TUCKED IN makes me FROTH at the MOUTH. i didn't wind up finishing the series because the love-triangle stuff just got way too exhausting for me. usually i eat up the peter parker drama but this particular case it really is a "why on earth is everyone in love with him. he's so boring." kind of situation. sure, it's a universal constant, but in this series it really is true. i wouldn't waste my time with him. sorry. mid. 5/10 peter parker portrayal. but the art and animation and theme song fuck.

i don't think i've watched enough of the other series to talk about them - which i feel kind of embarrassed about. i wanted to watch the animated series (1994) but just - never got around to it. i just prefer the comic-book format over animation, funnily. the irony, of me being an animator by trade, but preferring the medium of comic books. but like - i don't know. i prefer books over movies too. i just like doing more brain-work. it's why i like to write and draw more than i like to watch things. i don't like passive consumption. i want to put my brain to work. so - soooo, when it comes to watching things, i'm kind of terrible at it.

i think i should do a massive research session where i watch every spider-man series (or at least as much of them as my brain is willing to) - so i can do a comprehensive ranking of all peter parkers. if i have the time for that sort of thing (i don't.)

one day, maybe, one day. it could make a very fun video essay. i'd love to make a video essay, one day.

#sci speaks #sci. make a video essay. it could be fun. you make videos for a living. make one for yourself. #sci talks animation