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cowboy · 6 months
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p sure you dont post these anymore but the stupidest thing I jacked off to was the same 10 songs for an entire year so now I have a pavlovian response to a bunch of cigarettes after sex songs
I'll start posting them now again just because of this message
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system-of-a-feather · 2 years
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Okay I’ll probably regret asking this, but I’m just reading some papers on things and as someone who has avoided trans-discourse because I don’t have time to deal with idiots while I’m working through my own shit....
But how the FUCK do TERFs fit intersex folk into their rigid binary concept of gender and sex??? Men are evil >:[ Women are innocent uwu Trans are either predators, victims or confused >w<
But like.... where do intersex people lie here? Like, what is the apparent logic? Like????? Sure say sex is innate and gender doesn’t exist and is just some thing of socialization blah blah blah blah, yeah but like????????? Intersex hello??????????????????????????????????????
Someone please explain.
I am confusion.
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hyewka · 3 months
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thinking about bsf beomgyu who’s inexperienced and touch repulsed roommate!reader who has the biggest soft spot for him. this man is horny like horny horny, hes just jacking off every night to one of his porn links, cumming in his crumpled up tissues. the problem is he doesnt want to jump in the pool not knowing how to swim even when.. thats how people get better at sex lol, and you knowing that well enough, out of nowhere, at night where hes sitting on the floor between your legs as you gently play with his hair doing a movie marathon, you ask: “do you wanna finger me?”
suddenly beomgyus giggles halt to a stop, and hes silent. you anxiously continue playing with his hair not knowing if you just practically said the stupidest thing in the world without thinking it over. but before you could wallow in more and more doubt and self loathe beomgyu whips his head around.
“what?” you could barely hear him over the tv.
you think he asked because he genuinely didnt hear you so you backtrack immediately shaking your head, “i didnt say anyt-“
“yeah, i do. dude, can i? can i touch you? fuck, was that a joke im not-fuck, can i?”
youre taken aback at the fact that he doesnt even question it or has a moment of hesitation hes just jumping the shark like hes thought of this before. but youre not even focused on that more than the fact that he dropped a dude on you…in this context of everything.
“its for like—for like practice, y’know? i feel bad because you’re always-“
he nods, and nods, like his eyes arent already pooled with lust and he isnt licking his lips like a damn predator.
imagine the hesitation and reluctance that naturally comes from you when he hooks his fingers to pull your shorts down which only has his bulge grow and restrict in his pants, the longer he anticipates. his fingers are long, thin, and you gasp at feeling a knuckle already—hes so damn bad at it and yet youre rolling your hips a little.
give him a little bit of guiding and damn hes a fast learner; already having you stuffed with three as he pants, his body now looming over yours, eyes going between looking at your face and the little reactions and then down to how his fingers disappear in your warm cunt, pumping in and out, losing himself so much his cock basically leaks through creating an embarrassing wet patch on his pants.
you like it all so much you have to keep reminding yourself, saying over and over again “just for practice. practice.”
and hed nod dumbly each time, whatever you say, it doesnt matter his brain is fried and hes lightheaded with ecstasy—you havent even touched him. “its so soft, and-and tight, fuck, youre so perfect”
thats when you start trying to drown out his ramblings, they have a weird effect on you and you dont need that, so you turn your brain off, trying to just focus entirely on his fingers curling, its like hes got all of what you like down already when your other partners have took months and weeks. its scary but youre not complaining.
you didn’t expect to orgasm when you offered it up, but he does and even more insane is that you feel it coming for a second round when he makes a show of putting those fingers in his mouth, puckering his lips as he sucks them off eagerly, looking like hes tasting every last bit of your arousal that he can find between his fingers, straight up moaning around them, “shit, pussy tastes so good—-you taste so good.”
“god, youre fucking horny huh?” you try to make a joke, at least to take your mind off how fucking sexy you find this filthy scene unfolding.
its so shameless how quick he nods and agrees, “can’t-can’t get enough. want more, fuck, please, just one more time”
all with that look on his face, his spit making his lips glisten, cheeks sucked in, mouth still latched onto his fingers looking at you with his brown doe eyes—you usually would say no, no matter how horny you were and how much you wanted it, youd say no, but right now?
“for practice, ‘kay?”
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This Was A Mistake
Warnings: language, references to cheating
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Jack's phone danced on the nightstand as it vibrated, the screen illuminated with a picture he and Veronica took on the first day of their honeymoon, their private bungalow in the Maldives in the background. They looked happy, but Jack knew the capture of that moment in time was deceptive because they argued the entire time about the stupidest things. The trip was over two months ago, but Jack vividly remembered only making it 24 hours before he tried to call you. You didn't answer, out of principle, and he didn't dare try to call you again until he was back in Louisville.
The backlight flooded the otherwise pitchback bedroom, blinding Jack in the face as he slept. He scrunched his eyes closed as he halfheartedly knocked the phone to the ground, letting the call go to voicemail. He got a second of reprieve as the room went silent, and he retreated back to the warmth next to him, his breaths quickly becoming shallow as he went back to sleep.
The vibrations against the hardwood were even louder as his phone rung for a second time. He let a sharp breath out of his nostrils before he opened his eyes slowly. His jaw flexed and his body stiffened as he sat up, gingerly moving to sit at the edge of the bed. It took a few seconds for his vision to adjust as he looked at his phone on the floor. He didn't want to answer it, he didn't want to hear her voice, he didn't even want to think about her right now, but his karma was unrelenting.
"Hello." He cleared his voice, groggy and deep from sleep.
"Hi, baby! Did I wake you up?". He could hear the smile in her voice, and that pissed him off. He made out the sound of voices in the background. "Yeah, but its okay. How's London?" It was the middle of the day there, she'd be at one of her work conferences now.
"Oh Jack, it couldn't be going better. The only thing that could make it perfect is if you were here with me. I miss you." His stomach turned as she spoke, his breath hitching in his chest. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, surely divine intervention.
"You still there, J?" Jack raked a hand through his mess curls, scratching at the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just tired." That was the truth. He learned a while back that it was better not to say anything at all, then to pile up the lies he told her.
"Okay, well," he could hear the disappointment in her voice, but all he wanted to do was to hang up this call and go back to bed, "I'll let you get some sleep. Call me when you wake up?"
He hesitated to commit to even the smallest task. "I've gotta meet Urban at the studio in a couple hours, I don't know if I'll get a chance to call you. The label's pressing me to get this song done." That was a lie, but he knew she wouldn't question his work.
"I understand. Maybe tonight then, I'll stay up late for you." Jack balled up his fist, biting at his bottom lip to stifle a curse. "I just said that I've gotta work. What don't you understand about that?" He could feel his neck grow hot, anger striking every nerve ending in his body simultaneously.
"I wasn't trying to-", she was on the verge of tears, her voice tight and quiet.
"I'll call you when I get the chance." His words like venom; he was always so quick to strike with her and he didn't know why.
"Yes", she responded at a whisper. Jack let the silence settle between them as he composed himself, letting out a deep sigh. He wiped at his eyes frantically, hoping he'd wake up from this nightmare. "I love you Jack."
"I-", he didn't want to end the call with another lie. "Be safe, okay?" He hung up the phone before he heard another word, turning it off before he tossed it on the nightstand. He hung his head in his hands as he tried to catch his breath, his heart beating out of his chest.
A shiver traveled down his spine as he felt your touch on his back.
"Was that her?"
He didn't bother answering; you both knew the answer. You snuck your hand underneath his tank, your fingers traveling to wrap around his side, feeling each defined oblique muscle. "We're not doing anything wrong." He let out a humorless breath, shaking off your touch. "We both know that's not true", he threw over his shoulder, catching a glance at your naked form peaking from underneath the sheets.
You knew he was right and you didn't care one fucking bit. You knew that the two of you were meant to be together.
"Come back to bed, Jack. Come back to me."
Jack used his thumb to swipe at his wedding band. He let Veronica pick whatever she wanted; he couldn't be bothered to spend any more time thinking about his commitment to her then he had to. The metal began to feel hot to the touch, and he started to panic as he felt a burning sensation against his skin.
He slipped the ring off of his finger, and tucked it under a book in his nightstand. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
"Everything okay, Jack?" Your voice was just above a whisper but it still startled him.
"Yeah, everything's fine." He answered as he laid back down in his spot, pulling you in tightly to his chest.
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duskymrel · 7 months
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TWST characters as different people i've seen at school
yes most of this is slander
Riddle: The kid who treated being line leader as though he had just been elected President of the United States of America
Ace: Would stand up in class and shout "FOR KOBE" and throw a piece of paper at the trash bin. Would completely miss.
Cater: Filming a fucking TikTok dance in the middle of the school hallway during class transitions. Fucking MOVE, i got places to be. (I walk directly though their tiktok and ruin it)
Trey: That kid who's birthday you know by heart and eagerly await every year because he brings in the BEST desserts. The good kush.
Deuce: Says the stupidest shit in class unironically. Other guys are confused as to how this makes him more endearing but girls fawn all over him.
Azul: Passes by his crush (Jamil) in the hallway and thinks blud will stop and fall madly in love with him at first sight and will declare his love to Azul and it'll be something straight out of a teen girl movie. It ends up playing out exactly like this video: https://www.tiktok.com/@irljigsaw/video/7232906141385215274?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc
Floyd: Kid who only likes Chemistry because he's crazy excited about mixing chemicals and setting things on fire. Anything he makes in a lab he loudly comments on how badly he want's to take a bit fat slurp/bite out of it. (it's me i do this)
Jade: One of the mushroom core girlies. Wears mushroom jewelry, has mushrooms patterns on his clothes, draws them for art class, draws them on his notebooks and binders. It's almost obnoxious but he's forgiven by everyone because he's hot.
Leona: Literally doesn't give a shit about school. Shows up in pajama bottom's and takes the fattest nap right in the middle of Geometry.
Jack: The only nice guy on the football team, girls LUST for him ❤
Ruggie: The only class this kid liked was free and reduced lunch (real)
Kalim: Guy who refuses to eat school food. He's probably got the right idea, that nacho cheese sauce probably causes cancer. Brings the most banger lunches and makes people jealous. (Lunchables, the GOOD fruit gummies, chips, a cookie, and a Caprisun.)
Jamil: In classes where you're not allowed to eat, he's the kid who sits in the back and makes a 9 course Gordan Ramsay approved gourmet meal.
Idia: This was so easy this guy was the anime weebo who wore anime merch every day and sometimes even wore anime wigs to school. He won't admit it but he would Naruto run through the halls in middle school.
Ortho: The cute little innocent babey schnookums who the girls all doted on. Hurt him and you'll get jumped by every girl in the student body. Fuck around and find out type shit.
Vil: Bozo who would literally paint their nails in class and would be doing their eyeliner while the teacher was trying to explain mRNA.
Epel: YEEHAW REDNECK KID. you know who i mean. the one who wears a hat with the American flag on it every day and whenever the teacher tells them to take it off they go on a rant about how unpatriotic the teacher is.
Rook: The only kid who actually liked French class. Tries to rizz people up in the hallway and asks for their Snap but always fails. Maidenless behavior.
Malleus: The tall quiet emo kid who slumps in his chair on his phone, with the bottom resting on his belly. He looks like he's listening to edgy emo music but it's actually tooth rotting cheesy pop music
Lilia: The manic pixie dream girl who will spew the most wise sage advice when asked.
Sebek: Literally one of those girls who's attached to her boyfriend like a parasite. You cannot separate her. Overly loyal and won't stfu. Is like a mix between a golden retriever and a chihuahua.
Silver: I swear on my life he's one of the kids who's been adopted by his entire friendgroup. People love him he's just a likeable person. He makes a new friend and BOOM they've adopted him. You're my son now, boy.
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@heartscrypt i thought specifically of you while writing Azuls
anyways all of these are people i've known i've got irl sources for this. no i won't apologize for all the slander because it's funny.
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cowyolks · 10 months
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WAKE OF THE WATER
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Pairing: John Marston x Female!Reader
Summary: You spend the day helping John learn how to swim— he’s quick to repay you.
Words: 5.4 K
Warnings: It’s Smutty y’all— mutual pinning, no mention of Abigail or Jack, outdoor sex, fingering, teasing, p in v sex, so romantic it’ll give you a toothache.
A/N: My debut to Red Dead fics! And what better than the OG character himself. Special thanks to @mykneeshurt for inspiration and putting up with my thirsting. Also don’t mind me being a little rusty, it’s been a few months <3
“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” A grouchy voice grumbled in front of you. It shouldn’t have surprised you, John Marston was the most stubborn man you’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. His arms were outstretched, slowly dipping into wide arcs, his wrists bending in a pattern that suggested he was scooping something up.
“Not stupid. It’s survival.” You argued, your own arms working small circles that John was attempting to copy.
“I sure feel stupid.” He complained, stopping his gesturing with a loud plop of his hands by his side. You gave him a glare, pointing an accusing finger at his slouching form. “You’re the one that asked me to help, I’m only following through.”
“I didn’t exactly plan on spinning my arms in a circle like some wounded duck, Sweetheart.” His raspy voice pitched lower at the pet name, a name he had been calling you even more recently. It was no secret that you were sweet on him, as he was sweet on you. Except you ended up being even more stubborn than him, for you were waiting on him to make the first move.
You were certain the man was too emotionally constipated to even consider admitting his feelings— but a girl could dream.
“I was thinking you looked more like a goose.” You joked, a soft smile spilling over your lips as you took a couple steps towards him. The loose gravel crunched under your boots as you stood before him, eyes searching upwards towards his face. “Shut up,” he softly quipped, dropping his chin to observe your features.
His stitches still littered the one side of his face, the skin closing shut around them caused redness to flush. His stubble had grown out, since you advised him not to try to shave around the stitches. You liked it that way anyways, not that you would admit it. The dark waves of his hair curled under his hat, shadowing the soft adoring look of his coffee colored eyes.
“I think you need to try a little harder, Marston.” You teased, eyes flickering with mischief. With a quick tug, you popped his hat off his head, nearly laughing at the stray strands of hair that picked up. “Hey!” He called, but you were already sprinting away, headed towards the gentle flow of the Dakota River. As quick as you could, you kicked off your boots, stepping into the cool water of the shallows.
You decided you’d start John off here.
“Let’s put you to work if you find my teaching so irrelevant.” You quipped. John crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you from the bank.
“I didn’t think we’d start in the water today.” He grumbled, swaying lightly on his feet in what looked to be unease. Never less, he asked you for help, and you were dead set on helping him swim.
“I’m not going to let you drown, ya know,” you reassured, plopping his hat upon your head. A minuscule curl of his lip let you know that he trusted you, even so he let out a puff of air so full that his shoulders slouched a couple inches.
“I know. Just…” he seemed loss for words, except you had this annoying habit of always knowing what he wanted to say.
“I ain’t Arthur, John. I’m not here to judge, just to teach. I’ll be swimming right beside you.”
This was obviously what he wanted to hear. John gave a small nod, kicking off his own boots and unbuckling his holsters and belt to his pants, dropping them to the gravel by his feet with a dull thud. Coffee eyes glanced up, catching your roaming stare as a strange look crossed his features.
“What?”
“Nothing.” You blurted a little too quickly. Resisting the urge to cringe, you instead settled upon your own clothes, that were definitely way too heavy to be swimming in. With nimble fingers you began to unbutton your shirt and skirts, which would leave you in just your free-flowing chemise.
A garbled noise escaped John as you shimmied out of your violet petticoat. “What are you doing?” He asked, voice higher than he likely intended, judging by his flushed cheeks and adverted gaze.
“I’m not swimming in my good clothes, besides they’d only way me down.”You explained, attempting to resolve his panicked state. With a gentle heave, your skirts landed upon the shore by his feet. You took a couple more steps back, the water now up to your breasts. He still stood frozen, focusing intently upon the settling sun that painted the sky hues of burnt orange and crimson. “It’s not like you haven’t seen all us girls in our night clothes, Marston.” You reminded him playfully.
“Right…”
You glanced expectantly at John, watching as he stepped into the water with a slow splash. He reached you after a few strides, the water only coming up to the middle of his belly.
The river felt nice in the July sun, a cool contrast to the blazing rays and unending humidity. You’d spent days in your childhood dipping in the lakes around New Hanover, catching pickerel and skipping rocks, so the steady current and chill was no surprise to you. John, however, wasn’t as used to the cold.
“Best not lose my hat.” He grouched, arms crossed in distaste at the lapping water. Goosebumps littered his exposed forearms, and his jaw sat tight to avoid clattering his teeth.
Right. His hat.
A sudden idea flashed, and without hesitation you took off his worn hat and threw it to the side, watching it soar over the water and to the opposite bank. It sat between about fifteen yards of water, slowly babbling on. It’d be good practice for John, seeing that the water wouldn’t extend past his nose, so he’d be able to stand and breathe, but it would be best for him to attempt to swim.
“What the hell was that for?”
An amused smile crossed your face, “We are going to go get your hat.” You explained, attempting to ignore the way the man playfully rolled his eyes. With a huff, he began to take steps against the current, attempting to walk to his hat. You clicked your tongue distastefully, your small palm landing upon his shirt that clung to his chest.
“Swimming.” You demanded, a firm look in your eye. John clenched his teeth, obviously displeased even though he’d asked you to help.
“I’ll show you first. Watch.” You added, lowering yourself into the dark water. Your hair collected droplets, but you paid no mind, instead you focused on moving your arms as you showed John earlier, this time adding little kicks to propel you onwards.
“Use your legs too, kick back and forth, almost like you’re running, but on your stomach.” You advised, swiveling in the water and paddling back to his sulking form.
“Alright your turn.” You offered, sinking your bare feet back into the soft clay of the river. John grumbled something under his breath, but reluctantly bent his knees next to you. He was so close you could feel his uneasy exhales, with a push, he began to kick and paddle.
A surprised shriek left you as water splashed upon your face, blinding you for a moment as John paddled way too fast. He was winded in a matter of seconds, and now you saw the problem as to why he couldn’t swim. He used all his energy in a matter of seconds trying to keep his head above the surface.
“Whoa, hold on a second.” You hopped towards him, pushing your wet mop of hair out of your eyes. He was happy to stop, heaving for air as his feet found the gravel once again.
He looked irritated, which was understandable. He’d been bullied for this for as long as he was in the gang.
“Maybe I should teach you how to float first. You’re strokes were way too fast, it’s all about staying above the water, gliding if you will.” You explained, being as gentle as possible to avoid making him more frustrated.
“I can’t do it, sweetheart. Best just leave me to drown if I ever fall in.” He growled, his breathing leveling out slightly.
“I’d never. Besides, you know you’re too stubborn to die. Now let’s try this again. Watch.”
Your head dipped backwards, a small inhale leaving your lungs as you tipped and floated on your back. “It’s all about your breathing. You’re a bobber on the water, if your lungs are full of air you’ll float.” You explained.
You tilted your head to the side while on your back, making sure John was listening, as he suddenly got very quiet. He was observing, except not particularly at your form, instead his eyes were unashamedly glued to your chest. The pearly chemise you wore stuck to your breasts, the water forming around your body like a second skin. And to make matters worse, the material was translucent around the soft buds of your nipples.
He adverted his eyes, bravely meeting your own with little shame. You felt the flush of your cheeks in such white hot embarrassment that it hurt your gut. Something shifted in the air— like clear sky to thunderstorm, even his usual coffee colored eyes turnt dark like rolling smoke, predatory and lidded.
“Sorry.” You squirmed, sinking into the water until you were fully covered. John shook his head slightly, almost as if he was in a dazed stupor.
“No need to apologize.” His voice was soft, yet deeper.
“Right.” You cleared your throat, focusing on anything else but the fluttering in your stomach. It was the first time John seemed to be brave in his feelings, or at least his lust. Regardless of your striped modesty, it was a start.
“Try to float.” You commanded, wading closer to him as he tipped back at your instruction. His body kept him up for a couple seconds— a small win, until he deeply exhaled and lost his buoyancy.
You were quick, placing your palm upon the tense muscle of his back, another palm holding just at the base of his neck, nails accidentally scratching softly upon his scalp. “Good, that’s good, Marston,” you complimented. He seemed proud of himself, regardless of his minuscule need for your help.
“Just exhale a little softer, and you’ve got it.” You added, slowly peeling your palms off his warm body. You took a step back when he got the hang of it. A low applauding whistle escaped your lips, a prideful grin escaping you as John relaxed into the water.
“Now kick your legs, gently.”
He followed your instructions, kicking lightly against the current and propelling himself to the opposite bank, towards his ratty old hat. You swam after him, splashing in the water until the both of you reached the opposite bank.
“Well I’ll be damned!” John rasped, going to kneel upon the soft gravel as water dripped off every inch of him. The droplets slipped down his cheeks and lay in his eyelashes. You decided then he was the most beautiful creature you ever had the pleasure to see.
“Well done. It’s a start, but at least now I’ll know you won’t drown.” You beamed, pulling your chemise slightly so it didn’t stick to your skin as it had earlier. “Couldn’t have done it without you, darlin’.” John added, rising from his knees and snatching his hat from the bank.
“You’re right, what would you do without me, Marston?” You teased, crouching into the water. You glanced at John through your eyelashes, water lapping down at your chin. “Would be a sorry life that’s for sure.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck at such a bold statement.
“Ready to head back?” You asked, coughing slightly at his stare, he’d been doing that a lot this evening. Staring, burning warm embers in your heart and scorching your skin.
“Out of the water? Hell yes. Back to camp? No.” He spoke, you happened to agree, enjoying the warm weather was one thing, but no robberies, shootouts, or annoying bickering was even better. A soft chuckle left your lips, as you began to trek towards the bank where Old Boy grazed upon fresh grass and wildflowers.
John followed after you, pushing against the waters with his hat now perched upon his head again, lower than he typically wore it. You stepped closer, almost unconsciously flicking his hat up so you could see his face.
“What’s up with your hat? Don’t you like to see when you walk?” You questioned, now loosely stepping onto the bank.
“Scars are ugly, don’t want you to see them.” He grunted, self loathing dipped on his tongue, his words made you frown. “You think that little of me?”
“I think you’re the best woman I know, which is why you shouldn’t be seen with an ugly bastard like me.”
You stopped in your tracks, putting the pieces together in your mind. This was why he never said anything. Why he never told you how he felt. He loathed himself, both inside and out.
He stopped a couple steps ahead of you, noticing that you weren’t following after him towards his horse.
“You’re far from an ugly bastard, John Marston. I mean it.” You insisted, voice soft with meaning. He seemed to disagree, yet didn’t push to argue. Instead he whistled low, alerting Old Boy. The Hungarian Halfbreed was more wild than tame, reminding you much of his handler.
“You hungry?” John asked, ruffling through his saddle bag as Old Boy nickered and pawed at the ground. You took a step forward, scratching the horse upon his whiskered chin.
“A little.” You offered, continuing to pat upon Old Boy as he pushed his head into your hand. “I don’t got much on me.” John grumbled. Water still dripped from his hair, falling upon his damp clothes that were tinted from the setting sun.
You watched as he pulled upon his bedroll in one fluid motion, laying it upon the soft grass facing the running river. In his other hand he held out a jar, intending on you to take it.
You held onto the jar with wide eyes, glancing at the contents with a surprised grin. “Not much? I haven’t had anything that wasn’t in a can or Pearson’s mystery stew in months!” You chirped, happily taking in the plump red raspberries that must have taken over an hour to pluck.
“They’re all yours, sweetheart.” John looked on with a joyful gleam on his features. “I got some bread and cheese I picked up in Valentine too. Figured I’d repay you for helping me.”
You popped a raspberry into your mouth, happily humming as the sweet juice coated your tongue. A pleasing chuckle left John’s chest as he pushed himself upon the blanket, sitting down with his long legs out in front of him. You were surprised when he slipped off his hat, allowing the sun to dance across his cheeks.
You sat upon the blanket next to him, holding the jar out to him as you slid closer to his body. He was surprising warm, even with wet clothes that cooled in the balmy evening.
“I told you they were yours.” He spoke, pushing the jar back towards yourself. You pouted, swallowing upon the berry before speaking. “I’d enjoy them far more if you ate with me.”
John playfully rolled his eyes, but grasped onto one of the raspberries and ate it anyways. “Had so damn many picking them, I wouldn’t be surprised if I turned red like one.” He admitted, a laugh in his tone. You choked out a giggle of your own, knowing the gunslinger always found a way to embarrass himself.
“You’re something else, John Marston.” Your voice was soft. Wrapped in velvet and warm like rich coffee.
“Yeah well, I can’t help that. Whenever I’m around you my head turns to clouds. I act a damn fool.” He let his heart bleed— finally, finally. A switch in your mind flipped, you’d decided you have waited long enough. Life in the gang, it was fun and spontaneous but you didn’t know how long you had, how long John had. Maybe a little push would do the two of you some good.
“I must be the bigger fool.” You spoke so low it was near a whisper. Inching forward, you cradled your head against his neck, happily hearing his intake of breath and taking in the scent of him— of gunpowder and river water.
After a short moment he relaxed, a large hand hesitantly falling to your waist, grasping softly upon the flesh of your hip. His head tilted downwards, scarred cheek nuzzling against the crown of your head. Intimate, lovingly.
“Why’s that?” His chest rumbled with the words, rattling against your own flesh.
“I’ve waited far too long to tell you how I feel.” You took the shot in the dark. His fingers halted the steady tracing amongst your waist, the soothing nature now diminished as he froze.
“You’re kidding?”
Your body was warm at his hopeful question, despite your confidence before, you avoided his stare, wanting, hoping, for him to admit he felt the same way as you.
“I’ve never lied to you, Marston.” The words were out before you could think better, but the steady exhale the man let out was felt against your side.
The pads of his fingers slid against your chin— Warm, rough and comforting, such as an intimate tether pulling the two of you together. You allowed him to maneuver your gaze to his own, a fire building in your gut as he did so.
“God, Darling, if I had known I would have done something about it earlier. Just didn’t think you’d want some washed up outlaw like me.”
You snorted, almost amused at how he managed to view himself. He was always so much more. “Who always brushed my horse after a ride? Or saved me from that one drunk in a saloon? Who bought me a way too expensive painting because I said it looked pretty? You’re the one I want John.”
Your heart pounded at the simple look he gave you, a sugary sweet gesture so full of adoration it had you nearly sick.
“I’ve loved you since I was a boy. I read those stupid romance novels you liked just so I could speak to you about them, hell I went and stole those lemon drop candies in the general store to impress you, nearly got me arr—.”
You cut him off with a long kiss. His lips sat in between your own in an awkward way, as if he wasn’t expecting it.
You pulled away at his hesitation, an apology on your lips, until his palm wrapped upon the back of your neck, his other hand pulling you easily upon his lap. He molded against your lips again, this time only sweetness fell from him. It was pure bliss, everything you’ve ever imagined, and even better when you felt his tongue brush against the seam of your lips, privately asking for permission to kiss you deeper.
You relented, opening yourself up like a winter bloom seeing the summer sun again. The taste of raspberry melted against your mouth, just as a happy sigh escaped you as John pulled away slightly. You became acutely aware of your position, the way you sat perched upon his lap, chest pressed against his own.
“I love you.” You spoke on a whisper, a hand falling to his damp and uncomfortable button-up.
“God darling, I’ve dreamt of you saying those words for years. I adore you.”
He spoke no more words, instead relying on his touch to display just how much he cared. It made your body ache in a fiery desire. You wanted him, you wanted him now.
“Then show me, like I always wanted you to.” You whimpered, words filled with so much promise John couldn’t hide the burning flames circling his eyes.
“You sure?”
“As I ever could be.”
His eyes darkened, yet still managed to keep the intimate expression along his features. The slight tinge of red upon his swollen lips, no doubt from the berries made him even more attractive. His hair damp and curling slightly amongst his neck, the scars that you wanted so badly to kiss.
He twisted, helping to wind your legs around his waist. You straddled him happily, just as he brought his lips to the corners of your own, placing a chaste peck before he swept lower. He latched hungrily to your jaw, then to the rapid pulse point of your neck.
Your intake of breath only seemed to amuse him more, as you could feel his crooked smirk print into your skin. Your hands found the seam of his shirt, quickly you made work of the buttons, happily finding solace against his bare chest patterned with a soft layer of hair.
He jerked at the feeling of your nails running down his skin, the motion causing a distinct hardness to grind against the plush flesh of your ass. A choked groan escaped his throat at the pressure, making you that much more eager to fully touch him.
His lips pulled away from the soft flesh of your collarbone, most likely already littered with lovebites.
“May I?” He gestured to your chemise with his large hands, asking if it was alright to remove the clothing. You were already pushing the dress over your head, relived to get the wet material off of you and replace it with the warmth of John’s skin.
You were in your most vulnerable state, purely bare and held captive to the stare of the man in front of you, yet you felt completely safe. He rutted against you, desperate to feel any friction you’d provide him against his clothed cock.
“You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined.” He complimented in a breathy voice, almost as if he was scared this was a dream. John rubbed his thumb against the swell of your breasts, watching in amusement as goosebumps littered the skin he touched.
“You’ve been imagining me, Marston?” You joked, gasping slightly as his fingers rolled than pinched on the bud of your nipple. “Since we was rowdy teenagers, Miss.” He rasped lowly, fingertips painting lines down your body like a canvas.
“You’re kidding?”
“Naw, not joking. Now hold on,” you braced your arms against his broad shoulders, feeling him grip onto the flesh of your hips as he laid you gently upon your back. The soft fur of his bedroll met your spine, warm the comforting. He’d paused for a moment, simply soaking up every detail, curve, and blemish of your body.
Then his eyes settled upon the region between your legs, already prepped and soaked with his searing kisses and adoring words. You were completely sweet on this man, and it wasn’t hard to see.
“All this just for me?” His palms danced alongside the inside of your thighs, until one of his fingers settled upon the opening of your sex, weeping and aroused. He only teased, gathering up the slick you provided. You jerked at the movement, fighting a gasp as you bucked up in an attempt to receive some sense of stimulation.
A little chuckle escaped him at the sign of your furrowed brows.
“Yes it’s all for you, how about you use it?” You whined out in frustration, nearly begging when he moved his hand just slightly out of reach of where you wanted him.
“Never seen you so impatient, sweetheart.”
“John, please, just touc- oh,” You were cut off by one of his fingers sinking into your cunt. It was such a pleasant shock that it had you hugging around his finger in a vice, a low moan left you at the full sensation, even John couldn’t withhold the throaty groan that left his lips at your open mouth and furrowed brows.
“That’s it, darling, stay laying back for me.” He directed, happily worming his way between your legs so that his upper body hovered over you. He curved his spine, allowing his lips to latch pleasantly with yours, swallowing your breaths of pleasure as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out.
He was acting as a honey bee, treating your cunt like the most precious flower petals that he’d ever nestle in. His pace was nectar sweet, yet you had to clench your teeth, for the sweetness coated your tongue had drowned any other thought than him.
John Marston. John Marston.
“I love you,” Was the only thing you could breathe between his scorching, yet soothing kisses, the only thing your very soul felt as he curled another digit inside you, hitting the very spot that had you gasping.
In your bliss you managed to guide your hand to his jeans, working slowly upon his buttons. He’d hummed at the loss of tight pressure when you unclamped the last one. He pulled his fingers away only slightly to shimmy his jeans down until he was just as bare as you were.
You grunted at the loss of his touch, blindly reached for him, not being able to look away from the absolute adoration that crossed his starry eyes. You visibly gulped when you felt the smooth flesh of his throbbing cock. Satisfaction broke out across his features, a smirk painting upon his lips when your mouth fell open at the steely size.
John was big, and he very well knew it.
Your hand firmly gripped upon his cock. While your fingers managed to wrap around his entire base— he was long, veins curling like an intricate painting weaving to his weeping head. He was so lengthy that you’d likely need two of your hands to grasp onto all of him. Your thumb trailed upwards pressing upon his head that was already leaking heavily. You smeared the lubricant down with a delicate pump.
You’d never heard him whine before, but the sound that mewled from his throat had you gaping in unadulterated shock and hunger.
He bucked against your hand, looking desperate and everything you’d ever need.
“Fuck, oh darling I…” he trailed off into another chorus of pleased groans as you stroked him, eyelashes fluttering upon his scarred cheeks as he gripped his nails into your hip. Surely he’d leave the skin black and blue, but you could care less.
You surged forward, fully attempting to lay John upon his back as he previously had for you. That way you could put his cock in the velvet wetness of your mouth and taste the river that clung to him.
His large hand settled upon your shoulder, halting you from tilting his body weight. “Not today, Angel, I want to take care of you. Maybe next time.”
“Next time?” You hushed, beyond joyful to know this wouldn’t be a one time thing.
“Sure, if that’s what you want.” He rasped, pecking sweet kisses over your face just like fresh raindrops falling after a long drought.
“I want you. Please, John.” You added, swinging your arm over the taut muscle at the back of his neck, the smile upon his lips was blisteringly large.
“Of course.”
His hand moved to meet yours, the very one that was settled upon his throbbing length. He took the reins, sliding his flushing head to meet against the slick that poured from your cunt in an abundance.
“It’s been a long time.” You warned airily, breath catching when he slid himself teasingly slow against your bundle of nerves.
“Since that one ranch hand?” John asked.
Shock coursed through you, He’d remembered? You couldn’t have been more than nineteen when you lost your virginity to that boy on the ranch.
“How… how did you know?” You stuttered, nearly gasping in shock at the look of jealously crashing across his expression.
“I was the one that beat him black and blue when he broke your heart, always was a jealous bastard.” He growled, lining himself up to your entrance once he felt he was slick enough.
“That don’t matter now, I’m all yours.” You whispered, swooping up to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, ironic for the dirty act the two of you were currently performing.
“That’s right. You ready?”
You nodded, just as John breached ever so slightly into your warmth. He’d let out a gentle gasp at the tight sensation, nudging ever so slightly as he studied your face for any detail of pain or discomfort. Your own mouth gaped open as he filled you, a twinge of discomfort wrinkled against your nose, which John happened to pick up on immediately.
He halted his hips, a quick apology on his lips. “Alright?”
“Yes, yes, just not used to uh- you’re big.” You stuttered out, face flushing in embarrassment. John surprised you again, he refrained from smirking or using teasing words. Instead his palm found your cheek, his finger effortlessly brushing a lock of hair beyond your ear.
“I’ll only move when you tell me to.” He comforted, thumb slowly painting strokes d across your cheek down to your swollen lips.
God, he was handsome. Most people fled when this outlaw approached, his scars only adding to his menacing aura, but this man— this man above you was nothing more than golden sunsets and wildflowers. He was everything you loved and more. His scars were pretty silver whips of moon, eyes freshly brewed coffee, and oh, his touch. Your body molded to him, relaxing and effortlessly yearning for more. More of him. Always more.
“Oh John, please move.” You whimpered, creaking your head to the side to kiss upon his circling thumb. He’d reacted slowly, doubt still swimming in his head, but he pushed anyways, bottoming out the hilt.
“God, you’re so tight.” He groaned out, hands now finding your hips as he straightened his back out just so he could pull you into him even deeper. Your legs wrapped around his waist, goosebumps of pleasure escaping the flesh as he pulled slightly out and pushed back in.
His name left your lips again, as if you were chanting a prayer. His eyes darkened significantly at your pleas, taking it as a sign to speed up. His hips clashed against your own, loudly and heavy like roaring thunder. You didn’t care, you were in your little slice of secluded paradise on the bank of the river.
A hand snaked upwards, securing to your breasts, he kneaded the flesh, happily rolling his thumb and index over your nipple.
He took you in, a hungry wolf that was looking for his last meal. He’d caught sudden interest to the soft recoil of your breast that moved with every one of his timed thrusts.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” He gasped, lips latching onto your neck as he buried himself even deeper into you. “You make me think so.” You whimpered when he suckled upon your neck, likely to leave a purple love mark to remind you of him.
His pace picked up, cock slipping easily out of you now that you were relaxed. Pleasure vibrated your very bones, so much that you could feel your stomach tightening in a burning coil that illustrated your oncoming orgasm.
“John, I’m close.” You breathed, words almost failed you from the simple nirvana you felt. He’d barely heard you over the sound of lewd squelching. Yet he could feel— feel the fluttering of your walls that clutched his cock so well, like a missing puzzle piece that he’d been searching for.
“Damn Angel, me too.” He growled. Sweat peppered his body like morning dew, still he pushed his body faster, chasing your orgasm as much as his own.
It all came undone when his thumb rolled gentle circles upon your clit, a moan leaving your lips as you clutched onto anything that you could grab. White hot pleasure rippled down your spine as you clenched around him.
“That’s it,” he guided, falling apart at the look of bliss that passed over your face. You’d never felt so whole, even when John stopped abruptly and left your welcoming walls. Warm seed spilled over your chest and stomach, covering you in his pleasure.
John nearly collapsed on top of you all in an exhaustingly pleased state. His chest heaved as he rolled on his side. Your own pants filled the air along with the soothing songs of cicadas and flowing water.
“You up for another dip? I need to clean up,” you hushed, eyes fluttering as his hands glided loving patterns across your bare skin.
“Sure, anything for you.”
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bonbonshideout · 2 months
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Toby and EJ headcanons
blame me having to deal w/ @foressfaction and roblox again 💀
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♤ As w/ Nat, Toby follows Jack around EVERYWHERE.
♡ Toby says the most unhinged shit ever, and Jack just stares at him, questioning Toby's sanity.
Toby somehow got his arm stuck somewhere: "help me step-bro, I'm stuck~"
Jack sitting not even 3 ft away: "...... back, back I say you hormonal fiend!"
◇ Toby gets hurt a lot and normally doesn't realize it until Jack points it out; Jack usually has to tend to his wounds and it's not always easy.
Jack pins Toby down: "hold still dumbass!"
Toby kicking and flailing his arms around: "OVER MY DEAD BODY!"
Jack: "YOU'RE BLEEDING! SHUT UP!"
Toby: "AND!?"
♧ Jack questions Toby's acesexuality on a daily basis. Toby normally says or does unhinged things simply for the reaction he gets out of Jack.
♤ If Jack had a long day, he could literally just put the stupidest thing on, and Toby would be so focused on said stupid thing (i.e., a pet fly doing tricks)
♡ Toby is a worrying creature, and Jack has no clue how to handle him anymore, only for Toby to reply, "You are so mean to me"
Toby staring at an outlet: "What if I stick a fo—"
Jack: "Toby, no."
Toby pouts: "You never let me do anything!"
◇ Jack usually tries to get Toby off his back if he's trying to work on something, though Toby normally would be wanting some sort of affection/attention from Jack.
Toby bored out of his mind after Jack has tried to make sure he's alive: "I'm so bored!"
Jack: "Go watch the fly again"
Toby: "Idea, how about we cuddle?"
Jack: "I'm busy"
Toby gets all whiney: "You don't love me anymore!"
usually results with Jack hugging Toby, kissing him on the forehead, or somehow having Toby help with whatever he was doing prior to.
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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year
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Down Time with the Creepypasta Guys
Another short thing to burn some time!! I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes :(!! Its v cold in my room rn and I'm shivering <\3
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Slenderman;
Really, when the two of you have time together, with norhing to do, he mostly just goes along with whatever you want to do
Something tells me he'd much rather study and observe you, but I also feel like he'd join in whatever activity to humor you
Reading? Movies? Games? He won't turn you down if you ask politely
Dont expect him to go out in broad daylight with you, though
His favorite activities to do with you by far are reading, but he also enjoys slow dancing with you
Even just holding you and swaying is enough
Almost makes both of you forget he's a monster
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Eyeless Jack;
Another one that's down with whatever you want to do
I feel like right off the bat Jack would want to stick with something simple, that doesn't take too much energy
If you bring something to his cabin that can play movies, he'll pull himself close to you and melt into your side
He may even sling an arm across your torso, if he feels confident enough that you won't freak out
Since I hc he lives out in the woods, he won't mind taking you around for a walk; as long as the weather isn't too bothersome and you don't run off and get hurt
Don't expect him to play games like tag with you
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Laughing Jack;
Now this guy? Real funny guy
You two would probably get up to the stupidest shit tbh
He seems like the type to engage in friendly roast battles, not sure why
You two could spend hours poking fun at each other like this
Obviously you introduce him to comedy shows and skits, and generally show him things you find funny
If he wasn't an 8 foot tall clown he would LOVE to go to a fair or carnival with you, hell! He'd probably enjoy places like chuck e cheese
He seems the type to go bonkers over those places
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Tim (Masky);
This is all assuming that you don't know about his whole proxy thing, since that's how I wrote the Christmas scenario a few days ago, so for the time being I'm sticking with that unless the prompt says otherwise!! So!!
Sleep
Lots and lots of sleep
He'll get red in the face if you bring it up, but he's a huge cuddlebug
Constantly holding some part of you during your nap sessions
Hand. Arm. Torso. Leg. Wrist. If he can get his hands on it, he's holding it
Will end up snuggling into you even if you two are sleeping on opposite sides of the bed
If you two really want to, you may go out and catch a movie, or go out to eat
Another thing you two often do is tend to the wounds that appear on his body when he's away... he seems to get stressed when he can't recall where they came from
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Brian (Hoodie);
The park is probably his go to place to unwind
Watching clouds, feeding the birds, maybe walking along a trail or two
He wants to just.. chill, much like how Tim does, but he's far more willing to go outside than Tim
Though, he's not against staying in for the afternoon and doing a couples activity
He seems like the type to enjoy cooking and baking
Idk why
Matching aprons
Maybe he'll hug you from behind n guide your hands during it
Not to make you feel bad or that you're doing it wrong!!
He wants to be close to you, is all
And thars another one done!! Sorry if it's a little dry <\3 im trying to scrape my brain for ideas but I'm drawing blanks <\3
If there's any creepypastas you want me to add to my base list let me know!! If I'm comfy with adding them I'll add them!!
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harlowtales · 8 months
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Ice Cream so Good!!!
🍦🍦🍦😋❤️
Jack x Reader share some icecream on a hot day but it winds up getting a bit tense.
****Tension & Romance*** 18+
The icecream man couldn’t have pulled up at a better time. It was 104 in Louisville that day and water just wasn’t hitting that spot anymore. You and Jack out for a walk in a park joined a crowd of people sweating and wilting from the intense heat, waiting impatiently for the frosty cold cooler of the icecream cart to open up.
“Babe!” Jack called to you, “What flavour do you want?”
“Vanilla swirl please!” You yelled back with the little crowd looking at you “What?” You said unaware of the irony of your request
“One swirl for the lady.” Jack said as he handed you your cone with a smirk on a sweltering Louisville day.
“Gimmie my dang cone” you said taking it with a vengeance and a giggle.
“Ice cream on me y’all!!” Jack announced and the crowd went crazy with cheers. Pretty much anywhere he happened to be people were getting treated. He handed a nice wad of bills to the icecream cart guy that would probably pay his rent for that month.
“For someone who doesn’t like attention you sure make your presence known.” You said trying to furiously lick your melting masterpiece “That was really sweet to do babe”
“Sweet?” He said “I see what you did there.” He teased poking you in the rib.
“You are so unserious.” You said looking at him dead ass
“Lick the cream and be quiet.” He shot back with a side grin
“Unserious and nasty.” You said rolling your eyes. You gave the cone a long lick while giving him “the look”. A glob of ice cream landed in your cleavage “I try to be sexy and just make a mess!” You said hurrying to wipe it off. “Ughhh! They give you the thinnest napkins” you said in frustration
“I got it” Jack said “let me get that for you.” He bent his head of chestnut curls down and licked the cold confection clean from the middle of your boobs. You hadn’t even noticed but you had walked into a secluded and wooded section of the park. “You know that sundress is giving fuck me in the bushes vibes.” He said
You spit out the ice cream in your mouth and threw your head back laughing. “You say the most stupidest shit I swear.” You said looking around nervously to see who may be watching.
Jack backed you up to a large tree trunk and licked some ice cream that had melted down your hand. You slowly redirected his hand to your mouth and took his whole cone in, pulling it out slowly and wiping your mouth “Mmmmmm ice cream so good!” You said mocking his latest IG story
“Dafuq you just say?” He said tickling you but now he was getting aroused from watching you take the whole cone in your mouth. He pressed into you against the tree and you became locked in a deep passionate kiss. You played with the curls at the nape of his neck with the one hand that wasn’t sticky. Suddenly he broke from your lips and went into dad-mode. “Finish up your making a big mess.” He said and you swear his dad was giving you a what for. “Seriously baby you can’t eat for shit. Need to buy you a bib.”
“Ok this is facts but fuck you.” You said annoyed “Did you get extra napkins?”
“Course I did I’m out with my toddler.” He said pulling a wad of napkins out of his pockets
“Very funny.” You said cleaning yourself up. It was hard to keep up with how fast it was melting.
“Babe come.” He said looking at a pond. “You can dip your hands in the water and clean them off.”
“Ooh! Great idea!” You said eager to get your hands free of the icky feeling. As you knelt down at the edge of the pond busy cleaning your hands you felt Jack behind you. “Jack….I swear you fucking push me in and I…” you warned him.
“Baby. I would never do such a thing.” He said pretending to be offended “I just wanted to do this!” He said splashing you and running away.
The water went in your eyes and you lost your footing at the muddy side of the pond and fell in with a big splash.
“Baby!!!” Jack ran over to you and offered you a hand helping you get to your feet. You were drenched and dropped on the ground. Jack thought you had started to cry but you were laughing so hard you couldn’t make a sound. Your shoulders were just shaking.
“Fuck you Jack!!” You said wiping tears from your eyes from laughing so hard. He started howling and joined you on the grass.
“When I…and then you….” He couldn’t even get the words out belly laughing and acting out how you fell in the pond. “You see why I have to be dad first with you?” He said warmly. Jack loved how awkward you were. It made you the realest person to him and made him connect to you more than anyone as his protective side often surfaced towards you.
“You gonna help me or no? You got clothes in that backpack?” You asked. Jack often carried an extra T-shirt for you and this time you really needed it.
“You know I wouldn’t take my toddler to the park without extra clothes.” Jack said reaching in his tan MCM backpack and pulling out a fresh tour T-shirt and shorts.
“I have to walk around with your big face on my chest?” You said turning up your nose. “That’s worse than falling in” you teased. You hated wearing his merch now that you were dating him. It seemed so lame.
“Stop your sass sister and rep your man.” He said throwing it to you. “Go behind those bushes I’ll cover you.” Jack said pulling out a picnic blanket and holding it at arms length so nobody would see you changing.
“Don’t look you perv.” You said as you went a bit further into the bushes.
Jack rolled his eyes and looked away as you changed. “He can’t help but be a gentleman” you thought lovingly to yourself as he’d seen you naked a million times. Suddenly you saw something move fast in the bushes and ran out screaming but tripped because you had one leg in your shorts.
“Baby!!WTF??” Jack exclaimed “Did you see something?!”
“Idk wtf that was!” You said gasping
He reached down to help you up again and help finish putting on your clothes. “Babe, if you’re going to be the mother of my children you have to get your shit together.” He said dusting you off but secretly loving the situations you wound up in.
“Ha! Ok Jackman I’ll try.” You said giggling hanging onto his neck for balance as he cleaned you off for the second time in 20 minutes. “I’m a mess I know. I feel so stupid” you said looking down. He knew your parents always yelled at you growing up for being a bit clumsy.
“Hush with that and help me spread the blanket. I think this is a good spot.” He said in a firm tone looking around at where to put the blanket. Jack did not tolerate you getting down on yourself “You’re fucking fine the way you are ok? None of us are perfect. Understand?” He said looking intensely at you
“Yes Jack. I understand.” You said quietly
“Ok let’s eat our lunch mama” he said kissing you on the forehead and pulling out two burritos and Peach Phocus from his backpack. “To my future wife.” He said and you toasted Phocus cans. He saw the slight grimace on your face and knew when he said that it bothered you because you said you never wanted to get married. It was part of the reason why he dropped everyone to be with you. Landing him wasn’t your goal. He wasn’t someone for you to lock down and live off of. That’s why his parents liked you too.
“Wanna go 1/2 on a baby on this blanket?” He said taking a big bite of his burrito and sneaking you a look with his one eyebrow up. He was always testing you.
“I wanna finish my fucking burrito. After falling in the pond, nearly dying in the bushes, and this heat?? I want to eat.” You said scuffing up his beard avoiding the comment.
It was a beautiful day. Birds were chirping in the trees and the sun was beaming through on your perfect spot in the shade blessing your little picnic with the love of your life. You had grown so close to Jack. It was the greatest love you had ever experienced, but marriage and kids… you just didn’t know if you were cut out for all that.
“You still on birth control?” He asked you making you uncomfortable and partially choke on your food.
“Why now Jack? Can I just eat in peace?” You begged
“So that’s a yes.” He said agitated putting the last of his food in his mouth “Maybe we should go now. It’s too hot out here.” He said standing up.
“Sit down Jackman. I’m finishing my food and enjoying my day.” You said calmly. He got so in his feelings sometimes. He rolled his eyes and sighed plopping back down beside you.
“I just want..” he started
“I know what you want and for the first time ever I’m entertaining it, but you have to stop those little digs.” You said gently looking into his blue sparkling eyes. “You think I don’t want to be Mrs. Harlow and have your babies? I’m scared ok?”
“Ok but you know patience isn’t a virtue of mine.” He said laying on his back and folding his arms behind his head. “I mean look at my parents…and my grandparents.” He reasoned
“And look at my parents and half the planet’s parents.” You countered
“That won’t be us.” He said determined
“I like that you think that.” You said as you rested your head on his chest enjoying the breeze and warmth. “Can’t we just be like Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn?”
“Who?” He said confused
“You know that old movie we watched the other day that you liked so much?” You asked him
“What about it.” He said in no mood.
“Well the stars in that movie are together in real life. They’ve been happily unmarried for decades because they’re best friends. Kate Hudson is their daughter. You crush on her all the time on your MILF shit.”
“Oh word?” He said suddenly interested “Nice try baby. I see your point. Get off the birth control.”
“I hate you.” You said play punching him
“Just admit defeat babe. This is what it will be.” He said turning you on your side and spooning from behind.
“Ok I give…. geezus you are a pest.” You said happily snuggling into his arms but feeling a bulge below “Um babe we can’t have sex in this public park.”
“I’m just feeling good. I can control myself. Wanna give me head?” He asked
“What am I going to do with you?” You said exasperated and giggling
“Give me head.” He said restating his solution “Or give my mother a grandchild. Take your pick.” He said nuzzling his nose in your neck.
You sighed and rolled your eyes, settling into his embrace on the blanket on the most perfect afternoon. He wasn’t going to give up and quite frankly you didn’t want him to.
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I don't like the popular headcannon that Izzy is going to seek Stede out because Ed has gone off the rails even for him because it just doesn't make sense. Like what could Ed do that would possibly be off the rails for Izzy when clearly Izzy is positively delighted with murder and forced auto cannibalism and marooning and gang pressing. The only thing I can think is going up against an opponent like the British or French navy while under armed and understaffed, something that Ed may be forced into given that he escaped the British Naval academy, but not something I think that survival mode Kraken Ed would do willingly.
So anyway I only really see one line in the sand for Izzy, a line that Ed is unlikely to cross because fuck would that be the stupidest thing he could possibly do with only 4 employees(Fang Izzy Jim and Frenchie), and even if they give him magic leather daddy extras that appear from the eather when needed or they make a pit stop to pick up some goons it still would be pretty fucking dumb. He's done it before but then he had a near death experience about it I think he's unlikely to do it again.
Also, apperantly I need to remind some people that this whole Kraken turn is a last ditch effort to keep Izzy happy. He's trying to keep Izzy loyal and the rest of the crew ruled by fear. He's not the kraken because he's sad or for fun. He's the kraken because he is currently watching his fucking step.
But even if you disagree that he's unlikely to go up against such an opponent why the fuck would Izzy seek out Stede. In Izzy's mind Stede and Ed being together is a fate worse than death for Ed. Izzy believes Stede to be a corrupting influence. Izzy fucking hates Stede. If Stede is the only thing that will make it better Izzy has proven time and time again that he's content for it to get worse. He brought the British Navy into the republic of Pirates for fucks sake. Why would this stubborn man risk Ed trying to quit piracy again? Why would he risk him becoming the namby pamby in the silk gown when he could just as easily sacrifice both himself and Ed at the altar of Blackbeard's legacy? It just doesn't make sense to me for Izzy's character. If there was ever a mistake for Izzy to stubbornly double down on over and over and over again this is it. Even if Izzy starts to see it as a mistake, which I see as unlikely at best, he has to double down. Otherwise he lost a toe for nothing. Otherwise he threatened to kill the only man he has a meaningful relationship with for shits and giggles. Otherwise he called down the wrath of the largest military in the world for no fucking reason.
Now, I will give credit where it's due. I could see Izzy getting sick of Ed's moping and deciding to find him a rebound. He clearly believes in dicknotization and the power of reminding Ed that there were men before Bonnet (Calico Jack, anybody?). He could hypothetically seek out one of Ed's other exes or even just a guy who looks kinda like Stede that Izzy finds more palatable. But the odds of him finding Stede requires Izzy to a) see what he's doing as a mistake; b) admit to that mistake and admit he needs help correcting it; c) decide that the thing he spent all of season 1 trying to prevent is some how better than what's going on right now and; d) not try to come up with an alternative that is better for him than both those options. I just don't think that he'd ever do such a thing.
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can you write one based on the song spread thin by Mariah the scientist….I’m obsessed with that song right now 😩
Spread Thin
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You felt sick to your stomach the moment you opened your phone after it was blowing up non-stop with notifications from Instagram, Twitter and messages from your close friends. 
Jack Harlow Spotted Making Out With Mystery Women at Avenue Nightclub in L.A. 
This couldn’t be true. 
In that moment, you couldn’t help but feel like the stupidest girl on earth.
Soon you started regretting rejecting Jack’s invitation to go with him to the club. But no, this couldn’t be, this was not your fault. 
How didn’t you see that coming? Suddenly, all the warnings you were given by your friends and family as soon as you let them know of your relationship with Jack started to make sense. But you wanted to believe that you knew his heart and that he was different. Turns out if was something you made yourself believe.
A few hours later, Jack entered through the door.  
“Hey babe” 
“You ok?”
“I’m going to ask you something and I want you to be honest with me” 
“You know I would never lie to you”
“Are you cheating on me?”
“What?” he asked taken back by your question.
“Jack I’m serious, yes or no” 
“No, of course not” 
“Is that so? Then what the fuck is this?”
“Babe I can explain” 
“Oh really? Go ahead” 
“I was drunk-“
“Oh my gosh” you said getting up from the couch to walk to your shared bedroom, but Jack was quick and stopped you holding your wrist. 
“Babe-“ 
“Get off me” 
You waited for a response as you look into his eyes. 
“I love you” 
“No, you don’t” 
“She didn’t mean anything to me” 
“I don’t wanna hear it Jack, if you wanna leave be my guest” 
“Please don’t give up on us”
“Give up on us?! You already did that yourself when you decided to cheat on me. You don’t get to turn this on me. You did this to us! It’s not my responsibility to fix what you had already destroyed”
Without another word, you started walking to your shared bedroom. 
“Where are you going?” 
“I need to be away from you” you said as you take out your suitcase to start packing your things.
“I love you” 
You took one look at him and this time there were tears in your eyes, and your eyes were red. Jack could see the damage he had done and felt sick to his stomach that he was the reason for her feeling broken. It was like someone had open his chest and there was no one else to blame but himself.
“I loved you too, which is why-“ she stopped herself wiping some of the tears that were falling uncontrollably from her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore, I cant trust you. Goodbye Jack” 
You walked downstairs, with Jack following behind and before he could say another word, you walked through the front door and never looked back. 
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franklespine · 3 months
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Okay 15.14 had some genuinely interesting ideas and developments... just wrapped in the stupidest packaging known to man. But whatever, I have a great imagination.
Why did the things about Jack go kind of hard tho - that whole thing with him being a monster that Ms Butters thinks they should get rid of...... okay Ms tortured to indoctrination pipeline. But her calling Jack the infecting snake from the garden of eden who corrupts those around him erased any doubts in my mind. Genuinely a crazy line. Especially since Jack has literally just come back from the garden of eden too?? Also Jack calling for Sam after first finding the tape of Ms Butters, only to then give it up cause Sam is about to go on a date for the first in FOREVER - RAHHHFDNVIHUR the way he went to Sam because he knew he would listen, believe and help him but in the end decided against it because he didn't want Sam to give up this brief experience of something happy and normal .... their bond means so much to me. And oh my god Jack asking Dean when they're both in the dungeon if he still thinks he's a monster....... oooo now this is the stuff I want to be seeing. Yeah Dean lets reflect on you saying that to new born Jack. But I actually appreciate Dean telling him the truth in this scene, being like look I'm really trying to mend our relationship here but there are some things that are really difficult to move past - but that doesn't mean I'm going to let you get taken out. But I mean, as if Sam, Dean and Cas haven't done things 1000000000000x worse than accidentally killing someone whilst they were soulless, but I have accepted the fact that consistency doesn't exist in spn and sometimes you just have to look at things in a vacuum. Whatever. And despite that Dean still believes in him to save the world 😭😭.
Also I did not need that close up shot of Sam's nail-less finger ew lmao why did they do that like ik it was torn off I don't need a 360 viewing experience of it.
Ugh no but Sam and Jack really got me in this episode. See Sam has an endless vault of forgiveness in his heart and its jsut so obvious he really does just love and care about him so much eughhh.
Also another thing - there is something so underlyingly sinister about the old MOL and I love it tbh its so interesting. Like the monster radar table thing, there is just something so morally corrupt in its convenience. Like we see Sam and Dean use it to kill the 'nest' of vampires (I say that in inverted commas cause 1. there were only two of them and 2. were they really that much of a threat??). Like machine that tracks down monsters for you... you go and exterminate them.... its giving guilty until proven innocent... except there is no proving of innocence cause its just storm in and kill them. Like idk... its not like they chose to be vampires and tbh they seemed pretty chill. Like it showed them drinking blood from blood bags so I can only assume thats probably where they get their food from and its like... that's literally the most ethical way you can be a vampire. Like idk I just feel like there are bigger issues in society but whatever I'm not going to go into the incredibly interesting implications of the victim -> monster pipeline that most monsters follow at 1am in the morning.
But yeah anyway I think that was supposed to be the point tho - like yeah using a monster tracking device to kill them before theyve even done anything wrong is a morally wrong thing -> OG MOL were kind of this crazy secret society that lowkey lacked any morals at all and kidnapped this wood nymph and torture brainwashed her by taking advantage of her innate nature to protect her family to turn her into some kind of house maid guard dog. Freaky.
Anyway. I have given up trying to predict the trajectory of these episodes lmao.
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shoyoist · 11 months
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Hii rekha, long time no talk, do me a favor and make a small list of your fav anime characters in the order of who would vs who wouldn't survive NNN (no specific fandom) I just wanna see your opinion that's all.
hi xyhoo 💓 lmaoo okay i thought about it and tbh NONE of my faves would survive, either because their libido is just too high to manage or because they think NNN is fucking stupid. but okayy let's do it. you asked for a small list but i'm incapable of keeping things short when it comes to my faves so i am sorry in advance!!
haikyuu: the only man i see in this world is shoyo<33 he has the discipline to get through it but he believes in keeping himself at 100% physically, so he would turn me down even if i suggested he try NNN 😭 so no! he doesn't survive.
tokyo rev: (this is in order of biggest fail to almost-made-it)
1. sanoshin my beloved<33 he CANNOT survive. he jacks off like every day. look at him you know i'm right!! baby boy lasts a week max and that is if he physically restrains himself or something. and it's only a couple of days if you're around to tease him through it.
2. izana cannot survive. he's way too needy to make it. an entire MONTH without your touch?? without indulging in his lil dirty fantasies about you? he'll go insane he can't do it. he'll be in tears.
3. shuji cannot survive. he thinks it's fucking stupid. and if he does participating he makes it look like he survived but he's locking himself in the bathroom to jack off on day three. you ask him how he's doing and he's all nonchalant like "yeah it's not that fucking difficult alright" but he's secretly busting his nuts as per his regular schedule :P
4. kakucho goes pretty strong!! he nearly makes it. it's just that his balls are so full and heavy by the third week, and every time he looks at you his vision tunnels. and then he wakes up in the mornings and grits his teeth like goddd FUCK IT. he makes it three weeks and then fails.
5. kisaki would actually make it honestly. he thinks it's the stupidest, most childish thing ever but if you beg him to try it he would. says “you'll be the one that comes begging to me.” and he's determined to not cave. he busies himself with work to keep his mind off of it and most nights he's so tired when he gets home he's so tired he just falls asleep the moment he hits the bed. he would fail the moment you get too forward with any teasing tho v_v he's the type that cums in his pants real easy <33
blue lock: (again, in order of biggest fail to almost-made-it)
1. SHIDOU RYUSEI. no explanation needed.
2. reo also thinks it's stupid, but not because he thinks it's like dumb or childish or anything, it's just that he gets in on every NNN but has always failed halfway through. he just can't take it anymore by the end of the second week</3
3. chigiri would make it pretty far, but at some point he would just conveniently forget he was trying to survive a month without jacking off. one morning on the last week he's staring at himself bleary eyed, his dick in his fist and cum on his stomach, and he's like “oops.”
4. rin <33 he doesn't make it. he doesn't participate. he thinks it's stupid and he's not about to get coaxed into participating. he doesn't like restraining himself, and he doesn't like being restricted from your touch for too long either. so like shoyo, he's not in the game :P
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lovekz · 2 years
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Drunken Words are Sober Thoughts
summary: your best friend, Ran, had too much to drink. now, he won’t stop speaking to you, letting you know a lot more than you’d expect
cw: drinking, cursing, mentions of violence, murder, and weaponry, and a lanky man who wants love from you
fluff content after the banner~
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“my mother died.” the man next to you said, catching you off guard and effectively making you choke on your drink.
ran didn’t budge from his seat to make sure you were alright though.
“excuse me?” you coughed, not thinking he said what you heard.
“my mother is deceased.” ran dragged out his words for you, drinking from the bottle of Jack Daniels itself.
oh so you did hear correct.
“I’m.. sorry for your lost.” you responded, rubbing the back of your next.
you were at lost for words.
ran waved his hand towards you, a wobbly smile gracing his face.
“she didn’t like me anyway. spitting image of my father.” ran said, resting his hand on the bar.
he dragged you to a nightclub Bonten recently opened in Roppongi. since he grew up there, he thought he should bring you along since you grew up beside him, and you’re his best friend.
however, it wasn’t as fun as you both anticipated, so you both resulted in watching Ran drink until his mouth couldn’t handle any more.
what you had yet to learn about the man, was that he got sentimental and didn’t shut up about the most stupidest things when he got drunk.
“maybe she did like you. hard love, yknow?” you responded, drinking from your cup.
ran clicked his tongue and looked at you.
“she told me herself. left basically everything for Rindou and left me a watch.” ran grumbled, finishing the bottle of Jack Daniels.
you didn’t have a response for that, even if he wasn’t looking for one.
ran glanced at you, and his scowl quickly turned into a grin.
he cupped your cheek and caressed it, smiling softly at you.
“did I tell you how breathtaking you looked tonight?” ran whispered, taking in your features.
you shook your head, suddenly feeling a warm bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach.
ran let his hand fall and he sighed in content.
“I killed a man earlier.” ran said nonchalantly, now spinning on the barstool.
and there went the bubbly feeling that resided in your stomach.
it was a common occurrence for the two of you to speak about what upset you, even if it involved someone losing a life.
“why?” you asked jokingly, refilling your cup with your concoction.
ran must’ve heard your tone, because he laughed along with you.
“he stepped on my new shoes.” ran muttered, swinging his feet as best as he could.
before ran could raise his hand for another bottle of something, you grabbed his hand.
“let’s get you home.” you spoke quietly, making him realize and nod slowly.
you helped him to his car, and sat him in the passenger seat, before rounding the car to get in the driver’s seat.
you drove him to his house, since you lived up the block from him. you decided you would just walk home when you got him situated.
but he had other plans
thw minute you got him changed into something comfortable, he grabbed your hand.
“it’s 5 in the morning.” ran said, looking you in your eye.
you blinked a few times at his suddenly weird, before laughing.
“it’s only 2:30, ran.” you said, showing him the time in your phone.
he took your phone and rolled over, smiling at your lock screen.
it was a picture he took of the two of you when he was in Tenjiku.
he’d came to you after a fight, just to feel you take out his hair and tell him about your day.
in the picture, his head was between your thighs with a cheeky grin, his hair sprawled out all over the soft flesh.
“can you take out my braids again?” ran asked, looking up at you.
at this point, you’d officially given up on leaving and going home.
you sighed and looked around his room, trying to find clothes that would substitute for pajamas for at least the night.
when you did, you quickly changed while he was busy taking pictures of himself.
when you were entirely changed, you walked over to him with a stool.
“sit on the stool and come on.” you said, putting it in front of the bed.
he pulled himself out of the bed and sat on the stool, letting you take his place behind him.
he rested his head between your thighs, sighing in relief. you pulled his braids out slowly, feeling his head go slightly limp in your lap.
you sighed quietly, continuing to take his braids out slowly.
“ran?” you said quietly, trying to see if he was still at least partially awake.
when you heard no response, you sighed and ran your hands though his hair.
you always loved how he took care of his hair, always having you on the phone for an hour while he thoroughly went through his haircare routine.
he even made you take notes.
you laughed quietly, remembering how rindou attempted to switch out his conditioner with nair. it would’ve worked, if ran didn’t have a habit of smelling his products before using it.
“is it selfish if i wanna be more than this ‘best friend’ label?” you whispered to no one in particular, tilting your head back to face the ceiling and scratching his head lightly out of habit.
sometimes, he made you wonder if he actually know how you felt about him, with the way he was constantly teasing you and making sexual jokes.
“it’s so hard not to kiss you right now.” you sighed, looking down at him.
you didn’t expect to catch violet pupils looking at your own e/c ones.
“then do it.” ran said, reaching up to lazily caress your face.
you stared back at him, taking in his features. his drunken blush was still there, and his lips were still wobbly.
he was still drunk.
“s’okay. i like you.” ran grinned, leaning into you.
you took a shaky breath and pressed your lips against his own, your heart beating out of your chest.
and he grinned into it.
“will you remember this?” you asked, looking at him. 
he blinked slowly at you and played with the shirt you had on.
“hopefully.” he muttered, before getting up and climbing into bed.
he held open the covers for you, and you gladly climbed into the bed with him. you really hoped he’ll remember in the morning
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bouns!:
you woke up to the smell of something sweet. was it strawberry pound cake?
you sat up in ran’s bed, rubbing your eyes.
you glanced around the room for the man, only to find him walking out of his bathroom with his suit pants on and his button down. 
he paused when he caught your eyes.
“good morning.” ran said, smiling and walking over to you.
you hummed and let him sit next to you.
“you remember anything from last night?” you asked first, looking at him.
ran pretended to think, before smiling at you.
“i remember forgetting to ask you to be my s/o.” ran teased, laughing at you.
you rolled your eyes and laid back down, tossing the covers over your head and ignoring him.
ran let out another loud laugh and yanked the covers off you, suddenly really close to your face.
since he was so close, you could smell his body was. the strawberry pound cake smell was him. more than likely his body wash.
“i like you, i do.” ran started, hovering over you ever so slightly.
you blushed and hid your smile, looking into his eyes.
“be my s/o.” ran said, cupping your cheeks.
“not like you’re really giving me a choice here, haitani.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully.
“yes i am!” ran argued, laughing and pulling away from you just a bit.
the moment you two shared was cut short, with ran’s bedroom door slamming open with such force, ran jumped.
“cute. kiss her, date, and hurry up. we’re late enough.” rindou said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.
“good morning rinnie.” you said, teasing him with the nickname you’d used to call him the first time you met.
“morning.” rindou said, rolling his eyes, before walking out of the room.
both you and ran watched as he walked away, before laughing.
“put my hair in a bun for me?” ran asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
you scoffed and stood up, stretching.
“get the brush and hurry up.” you said, motioning him to go get the things you needed.
ran smiled and walked over to the bathroom, grabbing the hair products and the brush to hand to you.
yeah, you could get used to this.
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munv · 2 years
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May I request Savanaclaw with Hu Tao reader? If you haven't done that already
𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗪 𝗫 !𝗛𝗨 𝗧𝗔𝗢 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥
ok but like i don't know if i already have done that on my other acc and im going back to Orlando and then Jamaica not too long from now. Which is like next Friday
So l need to hurry up with these requests before they get delayed
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Let’s be honest and say that this is one of the most absolutely chaotic things I could have written.
I have a feeling at first Leona already realizing you were a trouble maker was going to let you do whatever as long as he didn’t get dragged into this.
Of course this was not the case at all. You were basically a magnet for trouble and Leona somehow got himself mixed in with it. Believe me when I say he was upset.
He could have been napping but no, apparently you had to tick off some other random fellow dorm members by advertising the funeral parlor. Leona was woken up by this racket and by the time it was too late, you had already fallen on top of him with the biggest and stupidest grin ever.
When they saw Leona they were already running with their tails between their legs but what concerned this lion was why were you staring at him weirdly? The sudden moment of realization then hit him..something bad was about to happen.
Ruggie of course caught up with what happened and forced Jack to check what had happened in the botanical garden with him. What piqued their interest was that one of the new odd balls [new students] was near Leona and followed him around like a baby duck.
Jack was upset by the fact you kept bothering him but not really in a “upset upset” way. He just wanted some personal space every now and then. Ruggie was intrigued by the fact that you knew about the border of life and death and actually wanted to be hired by you.
Leona called him captain of the odd balls
I think Jack had to babysit you a bit too much for his own liking. Not like he hates you but..give it a rest pranking people with the ghosts of the schools yeah?
I think it’s also a safe bet that Leona is about to buy something to contain you. Atleast before you breakout that is.
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autopotion · 2 months
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There are a number of things in Crimson Shroud I was kind of iffy about that put me off playing it, but now that I am I actually find I'm liking it quite a bit. The writing, art, and music are all very moody in a way that's familiar to me (Yasumi Matsuno + Basiscape, you know how it is lol, plus I think the guy who did the art took notes from Akihiko Yoshida) and while I originally found the tabletop aesthetic to be off-putting (your guys are always represented by little tabletop figurines, and dice that you physically roll with the stylus are a big part of the mechanics) over time it's really really growing on me. I think it's kinda cute ngl.
I feel like this is the type of game I would've been obsessed with if it had come out in the early 2000s and I'd played it then. Really weird, very stylistic, thick with lore for a relatively short game, not very well known, moody tone... Like it brings Summoner to mind, actually, which was a flop of an RPG that came out in the early 2000s that was also openly and heavily inspired by Dungeons & Dragons, but also I have a lot of fond memories of it lol. And that game was also very moody
Also you can totally tell this was intended to be a sequel to Vagrant Story originally, it wears its spiritual predecessor on its sleeve. It really feels like a journey through Lea Monde abstracted through figurines, dice, and dungeon maps. This might be heretical to say... but I'm kinda... enjoying it more than I was Vagrant Story, LMAO. I think for two reasons: 1. turn-based combat is more familiar to me, so I'm adapting to Crimson Shroud's mechanical depth much more quickly, and 2. the major female character in this game, Frea, is actually playable, and is your party's linchpin. Will always be lamenting Callo Merlose's demotion to NPC in vanilla Vagrant Story for game memory reasons u_u
The main dude is also growing on me unfortunately. "Giauque," the stupidest possible version of "Jack." I had my hackles up when he internally referred to Frea as a she-dog early on (shortly after she was revealed to be a member of an oppressed fantasy ethnic group, which like. I don't even want to get into all that shit right now, but it's the other reason I was put off by this game) but over time I think it's clear that was just a very poor way of demonstrating their usual dynamic, which is that he took Frea under his wing and likes her quite a bit, but portrays himself as a gruff, amoral lout, so he prefers to bicker instead of be effusive. The implication is that they're a bit like each other IMO, both too sharp-tongued for their own good
I also know a ton of spoilers so I'm paying lots of attention to Frea in the frame story... We'll have to see how it's handled, but I do like that the main antagonist of this game is a woman. So few games feature a woman as the primary villain, and even if they do, they find ways to blunt her impact (like Ultima in FFT, she's resurrected at the ass end of the story and then Ramza & co. kill her immediately), so I'm curious to see where Crimson Shroud will go with Abigail (an insane name for a villainess in a dark fantasy piece btw)
BASICALLY I think if CS was a fifty-hour game I might find it more exhausting, but since it barely hits twenty if you're taking your time, I'm a lot more invigorated by it. The short runtime works in its favor IMO.
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