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shkspr · 10 months
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[guy who doesnt do literally anything voice] there just aint enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to be done am i right
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jcams88 · 2 years
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Buzzfeed really said We are going directly for the throat with this one, huh
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ardentlylesbian · 2 months
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Butch sex ed Pt.2 (Femme x Butch, Butch, Butch etc…)
Contains: Group sex, voyerism, exhibitionism, dom/sub power dynamics, explicit consent, impact play, spanking, face slapping, vibrator, fingering, sub training, dumbification, overstimulation, aftercare
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“Volunteer work” had become a regular part of my schedule. At least once a week I would join Teacher, Sam, and the students for demonstrations and gratuitous experimentation. Sometimes repeating lessons for new groups of butches, sometimes trying something new. I was getting embarrassingly familiar with the feeling of being stretched by thick butch cocks, and would get wet just from driving past the high school that hosted the lessons.
One week Sam texted me and asked if I would be comfortable with a new lesson, something a bit more intense than what we had tried before. The text alone send a shot of arousal through my body, I immediately started running through every possible option of what she could mean. I personally considered the seemingly endless fucking by various straps “intense”, but to Sam and Teacher I supposed that was just their Tuesday evening and had been for who knows how long. I texted her back quickly, asking for further details.
Have you ever tried impact play?
My heart skipped a beat as I stared at the text. I’d had my ass slapped here and there during sex, sure, but I had never tried anything more than that. Not that I didn’t sometimes wonder if a well timed slap or spanking might just turn me to mush. I’m such a sub that masochism hardly feels like a far cry from what I’ve already got going on. I respond with that in mind, telling her that I hadn’t tried it before but I wouldn’t be opposed to experimenting for a class.
Perfect!
Was all she said in response, followed only by a time and date.
Getting though the downtime between the classes was getting harder and harder. How is a femme supposed to focus when she knows that she’s only ever a handful of days or hours away from having her brains fucked out? When her legs ache and pussy throbs from the treatment from the last class right up until the next. I’d like to see you try to get anything done at your day job under those circumstances.
Before the class I did my usual prep, but I was unsure what I should do in particular anticipation of impact play. Even googling only reminded me to eat beforehand and maybe stretch. Anticipating that I would definitely be spanked in some way, I decided to wear a garter set that would frame my ass in a pretty way, especially with my panties removed. Dark green lace laid flush against my skin and the garters held up classic stockings. I layered on top my usual slutty-yet-professional uniform of a tight skirt and blousy shirt. God, just getting dressed in those clothes I could feel myself getting wet in anticipation.
When I get to the high school our routine is so smoothly polished that I don’t even have to slow down as I walk up to the door. Sam already has it open and is waiting for me with a smile. I run my nails through her hair for a second as I greet her, smiling when she melts a bit under my touch. Right behind her ears is particularly sensitive, something I discovered during the cunnilingus lesson a couple weeks ago. She knows I know it drives her wild but she never pushes me away when I tease her.
Instead she presses her hand to my back as always, and guides me down the hallway towards our usual room.
“How are you feeling about today’s lesson? Do you have any questions before we get inside?” She says, looking up at me kindly.
“How big is the class today?” I ask, knowing that the bigger the classes the less likely we are to get into anything too intense. Teacher likes to stay vague if there’s too many butches who need to take turns trying out techniques, knowing I’d get overwhelmed otherwise. Asking about the class size usually gives me some idea of what I’m in for.
“It’s fairly small today, only ten butches. A few are pretty experienced too.” Sam responds, searching my face for my reaction.
I can’t help but blush under her scrutiny. It’s definitely more nerve wracking knowing that the class is smaller. The reality of me not actually having any experience with impact starts to sink in and my sense of confidence that I had gained from the other classes melts away.
“Are you okay with that? You know our cancellation policy, you can opt out at any time for any reason.” Sam rubs gentle circles on my lower back as she speaks and my chest clenches with need. Remembering what those fingers can do when they’re inside me. In that moment I decide that no matter how nervous I feel, I’m going inside that classroom.
I nod at her, “I know. I’m okay, I want to give it a try. I’m just nervous.”
She smiles at me and opens the door, “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll take care of you. We always do.”
Inside the room sit the ten butches, all seated in the first row or so of desks. The crowd is diverse as usual, some studs, some fat, some visibly transmasculine. I think I recognize a couple of them from previous classes but can’t read name tags from the doorway well enough to be sure.
Standing behind the fucking desk (as I affectionately call it in my mind) is Teacher. As always they’re the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Today they wear a white dress shirt, the sleeves already rolled up to flaunt their large forearms, as if to say yes I will be slapping you, and look how much strength I have to do it with. I feel myself blushing and focus instead on not wobbling in my heels.
The class immediately quiet down as I walk in, and Sam guides me to stand next to the table where Teacher smoothly steps up beside me.
“Class, let’s give a warm welcome to our femme volunteer for the night, shall we?” They croon. The class responds quickly and obediently with a chorus of hello’s and nice to see you again’s.
“Now as you know, today’s class is an introduction to impact play.” Teacher continues, “We will be exploring basic spanks and slaps, the reactions they invoke and how to care for a femme afterwards. With of course some general conversation about healthy domination thrown in for good measure. As you all also know, this is a intermediate course and absolutely no bullshit will be tolerated. In order for this to work the femme must trust us completely. To encourage this I will have you each make a promise to our femme that you will respect her consent and be extremely careful with the force used on her in accordance to what she consents to.”
One by one the butches go around the circle and promise to me that they’ll be good, I nod respectfully, my blush deepening with each one. Lastly Teacher catches my eye, giving me their little smirk, and promises the same. I would never doubt that Teacher would respect my boundaries, but still them saying it aloud is comforting.
“Excellent!” Teacher grinned and their hand came to rest on the base of my neck. “We’ll begin with some basic handling.”
With ease they slip their hand up into my hair and firmly tug my head back. A small moan slips from my lips and Teacher’s other hand grabs one of my wrists. “See how pliable she is? This femme, as some of you know, has been fairly well trained at this point, which is very helpful when getting into BDSM dynamics like this. She’ll let me put her in any position without bratting.”
Teacher tugs on my wrist to spin me around then uses that same hand to instead press on my back and bend me over the fucking table. The cold wood is familiar at this point, smooth against my cheek. After barely a moment they then pull me up by my hair, making me whimper, and spin me around once again before pushing me to my knees in front of them. My eyes meet the bulge in their slacks, a bulge I had never gotten to touch let alone be fucked by. The temptation to lean forward and drag my tongue over the front of those slacks was unbelievable. With some effort I dragged my gaze away to meet their eyes, cool and professional they give nothing away. I can hear the squeaking of chairs being pushed back as the butches in the second row stand up for a better view of me on my knees. Teacher’s fingers press against my lips and I open my mouth to welcome their fingers, immediately sucking hungrily.
“What a good girl, isn’t she class?” The butches readily agree, somewhat breathlessly. “What we don’t see is the bad girl underneath that aches to be punished, isn’t that right, dear?”
I blush and nod, swirling my tongue around their fingers, my panties completely soaked just from this show of dominance. Their fingers slip out of my mouth and they reach out to the side to offer them to the closest Butch, who eagerly sucks them clean. Teacher made a small sound of approval and quickly helps me back to my feet, their other hand still tangled in my hair and causing a delicious ghost of pain through my scalp.
“Who would like to try the bending over maneuver on her?” They ask.
Every hand in the room shot up, to no surprise. Teacher picked out a handsome Indian Butch who’s name tag read Jagdeep. She quickly took Teacher’s place next to me, her hand grabbing my hair instead. Her grip was tighter and I whimpered at the increased intensity of the sensation as she turned me around and pushed me slowly down against the table. She took her time, putting on a show for the class until my cheek was once again pressed to the cool surface.
“Very good, I enjoyed the element of style you added by playing with the speed.” Teacher praised, and Jagdeep’s hands slipped away from my body. I stayed bent over the table, my hands palm down on either side of my face.
“Now,” Teacher continued, “We will progress into the spanking portion of the lesson. While spanking over clothes can be helpful to reduce sting, we will be using her bare ass so as to easily reference the redness and bruising for her comfort and your education.”
I felt their hand on my shoulder and they pulled me once again up to standing, guiding me a few steps away from the table. I glanced back to see Sam pulling out the table-cover mat. Of course. Because I was about to be spanked over the edge of that table, probably by every butch in this room. Possibly multiple times. A gush of wetness dripped between my legs as that reality started to sink in.
“Finn, please come strip her.” Teacher said, and a butch with short hair and stubble quickly came over to me. They were shorter than me in my heels but were at least twice my size in every other way. Just standing next to them I felt surrounded by their presence and cologne, making me blush even more (if that was even possible). They asked if they could strip me and I nodded my ascent, their hands quickly going to work pulling my blouse over my head. I had decided against wearing a bra, so cold air hit my chest in a smooth waft that had my nipples instantly hardening. The class let out their usual communal groan, and a small smile danced across my lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that reaction.
Finn’s hands dragged down my hips until they found the back of my skirt, unzipping it slowly and pulling the tight material off my body. I shivered slightly as I watched the class’s reaction to my garter and stockings, most of them looking just as flushed as me. Turning my head, I glanced at Teacher as Finn helped me step out of the skirt, and was certain I could recognize a faint look of approval that lived beneath their smirk.
“Thank you Finn, you may return to your seat.” Teacher said, once again taking the place beside me and gripping my hair with a strong hand. In response I let out a sound so subby it was almost embarrassing. They pushed me back down over the table, now with the mat securely in place thanks to Sam. I gripped the edges of the desk, my breath already coming in short bursts as I felt Teacher’s hands drag down my back and over my ass. I watch the class’s expressions as Teacher carefully removes my underwear, leaving the garter and stockings and heels in place. They don’t even graze my wet pussy as it’s exposed to them and I ache for more touch, from Teacher, from anyone.
“I will now demonstrate proper form for a bare handed spank, are you ready, lovely?” Teacher asked, squeezing my ass with one hand.
“Yes Teacher I’m ready, please spank me.” I beg, too turned on and desperate to bother feeling embarrassed.
“Good girl.”
Teacher described their hand position, the proper way to wind up, where to hit, and how much force to use. I barely listened as I lay on the table, goosebumps raising all over my body and nearly trembling in anticipation.
“Observe.” Teacher crooned, and their hand came down on my ass with a satisfying smack.
I jolted from the impact and moaned like a whore, the sting radiating out through my body. Teacher caressed the spot where they hit, and invited the class to come join them around me. I whine and watch the class gather in closer, all craning their necks to catch a good view of what was surely a perfect handprint on my asscheek.
“Now each of you will attempt to mimic my exact form and intensity, with the goal of creating a even layer of colour across her entire bottom. Line up.” Teacher instructed.
Without thinking I wiggle my ass a bit as I adjust, and I quickly feel a solid warm hand on the small of my back, pinning me down. My head is turned the wrong way but I somehow know it’s Sam without needing to see her. “No squirming now, a still target is easier to find.” She purrs in my ear, no doubt enjoying the way I tremble in response.
The first butch comes up behind me and I feel their hand stroke my thigh, Teacher gives her some small instructions on stance and aim. Within a moment I feel her hand come down on my other ass cheek, making me gasp. I lay there and count in my head as the butches take their turns, knowing there’s ten in total. By the eighth spank my ass is tingling a bit, and by the tenth I can feel my wetness slowly leaking down the inside of my thigh. The warmth from the impacts and my arousal having banished the goosebumps from my skin.
“Well done, look at how her ass is a beautiful uniform shade of pink, not bruising yet but just a bit tenderized. This is the extent that most casual hookups and such would want, but more masochistic femmes will want you to keep going. Isn’t that right?” Teacher directed their question to me and I whimper.
“Yes Teacher, please keep going.” I breathe, surprised by how whiny and pathetic my own voice sounds.
“Next you will each take a turn with your fingers inside her. You will not finger her, just rest them deep inside and feel how she clenches and flutters around you with the impact.” Teacher’s long fingers finally press against my pussy, gathering the wetness there as I moan and try to wiggle my hips back against them. They slip two inside in a smooth motion that makes my eyes roll back from the fullness, and seconds later their other hand strikes my ass again. I groan and clench around their fingers just like they said I would. Chuckling to themself, they pull out of me and I whimper at the loss of what I’d been craving to badly.
Luckily I don’t have to wait long before a new pair of fingers prod and slip into me, not quite so long as Teacher’s but certainly thicker. A familiar cologne hits my nose at the same time that Finn’s hand hits my ass. They groan and comment on how good I feel squeezing them, how wet and warm I am inside. Then the next butch takes their place with whispered “oh fuck” as they sink inside me.
By the end of this round of spanks I’m drooling a bit onto the table, twitching as the last pair of fingers pulls out of me with a lewd wet sound.
I feel Sam’s hand lift off my back and instead smooth up my spine and into my hair, not pulling but instead stroking over my scalp and comforting me. My clit throbs from neglect but I know if I ask for somebody, anybody to touch me that I won’t be a good girl anymore. Good little sluts wait patiently for their turn to cum, and I’m a good slut.
“Very good class, see how she’s drooling? I think she deserves a reward, don’t you?” Teacher says, and I hear a chair being dragged to the front of the class. The students all murmur in agreement that I deserve a reward and I smile dizzily, relieved and desperate.
“Hayley, would you come sit here please?” Teacher asks, and I hear somebody come to sit where the chair had been placed. Teacher’s hands grasp my upper arms and they gently pull me up to standing, turning me around so I face the class and can see the Butch sitting in the centre of the group. Hayley has rich tanned skin and dark hair that reaches her waist, pulled back in a braid. They smile at me knowingly and pat on his lap, beckoning me. For a moment I’m not sure if they mean for me to sit on his lap or bend over it. Sam darts in and places a knee pillow at the side of the chair, answering my unspoken question, and with Teacher’s help I slowly kneel and drape myself over Hayley’s lap. I tremble a bit as I brace myself against Hayley’s leg, not sure exactly where this is going.
“Now just because she’s been a good girl doesn’t mean that she gets to cum without it being a learning experience. Hayley is a very skilled impact player and will demonstrate a more intense spanking style while we make our femme cum. Do you consent, dear?” Teacher asks.
I nod enthusiastically, both scared for the spanking since my ass already throbs slightly, but so deliriously turned on that I would accept anything to be allowed to cum.
“Out loud, or it doesn’t count, darling.”
“Yes yes please!” I cry, wiggling my ass just to accentuate my point. “I need to cum please Hayley please Teacher!”
Before I’ve even finished whining Hayley’s first strike comes down on my ass. I had felt on the table like I had nowhere to go when I was hit, but over Hayley’s lap the feeling is even stronger. Each impact jostles me against her legs and I clutch to her ankle and the leg of the chair to steady myself. She works into a steady rhythm that has me crying out and gasping, each strike sending waves of arousal and pain into my pussy and through my body.
But nobody else touches me.
They pant and touch themselves.
And watch.
Tears start to slide down my cheeks from the overstimulation and I moan desperately, maybe begging out loud, maybe only in my head. Finally my prayers are answered as I feel two fingers slide deep inside me with ease, instantly curling in a way I’ve only felt one person do before. I moan wantonly as Sam’s fingers work their magic inside, fucking me with both speed and precision as Hayley continues to spank me. The sounds in the room are a cacophony of wet squelches and smacks and my loud cries of pain and pleasure, I’m sure if I were able to lift my head I would see most of the class jacking off to the sight. Sam slides her other hand between my legs and strokes it over my clit, and I come undone instantly.
The orgasm takes over every muscle in my body as I convulse and nearly scream from the pleasure, clutching Hayley’s leg with my nails hard enough that I’m sure I leave imprints even through his pants. Once it subsides I go limp over Hayley’s knee, whimpering and gasping and clenching around Sam’s fingers. Hayley drags her hands over my sensitive ass, soothing some of the ache that now feels like it reaches my bones.
All too soon Sam’s fingers slip out of me, and seconds later I hear Hayley let out a muffled moan. Surely tasting me on Sam. I wish I could bring myself to raise my head and watch, but I have nowhere near enough strength in my body. I feel strong hands again grasp me by the shoulders and lift me with ease, bringing me to stand in front of the class.
Teacher presses their lips against my ear as they hold me upright. One hand pressed flat against my navel to keep my back flush against their chest. “Can you handle a finale, brave little femme?”
A small tremor goes through my exhausted body at the thought of more spanking, not sure if I can handle any more abuse to my ass in one night. Especially considering this was already a very intense introduction to the art.
“What kind of finale?” I whimper, aware of how needy I sound even through my uncertainty. I could really go for another orgasm.
“I’m going to slap you in the face, and while I do I’ll make sure you cum again.” Teacher’s voice and warm breath on my neck has my eyes fluttering already, and I find myself agreeing.
I had barely been spanked before this class, and now I’m allowing myself to get slapped in the face. I can hardly believe the situation but at the same time I can’t deny the way my whole body throbs with desire at the thought of being dominated in that way. Any logical hesitations being washed away by needs of the complete slut I’ve become.
Hayley has cleared out of the chair and it has now been placed at an angle to the audience of students, Sam having placed on it a small ridged toy that I had never seen before. Not a dildo, but something more flat and textured. I wasn’t at all surprised when Teacher guided me to sit on the chair, straddling the toy. The pressure it placed against my clit had me groaning and trying to subtly rock my hips for just a bit more friction. I felt Sam’s warm hands grasp my wrists from behind the chair and pull me back so I sat with good posture and arms completely immobile. Panting, I gazed up at Teacher and waited for their next move.
“Now class, as our final demonstration I will show some face slapping techniques. Watch carefully where I place the strikes and how hard I hit, this is far more advanced than I would expect most of you to attempt at home.” Teacher purred, grasping my chin in one hand and aligning my face how they wanted it.
I looked up at them with wide eyes as they dragged fingers down my cheek, so softly and tenderly that the slap which followed took me a moment to register. The stinging in my face and eyes sent a confused mixture of feelings through me. Shame and arousal and fear and excitement all swirling into one ball of emotion and making my head feel fuzzy.
“Turn it on now.” Teacher instructed, and my gaze flicked to the students where one stud held a remote in her hand. She pressed a button and the toy beneath me buzzed to life, sending vibrations directly through my clit and making me moan loudly. Pleasure rippled through me and my involuntarily my eyes fluttered shut.
I heard the crack of the slap before I felt it, forcing my eyes open in surprise to see Teacher smiling sadistically down at me. “Eyes on me, pretty femme.” They growled.
The sting on my cheek was stronger this time, and tears leaked down my face. I’m certain I looked a complete mess, restrained with my hair a disaster and mascara running down my red cheeks, ass bruised and throbbing. A fucked out slut for yet another room full of butches.
The thought only turned me on more. I whimpered as the vibrations of the toy started to coax out a familiar feeling between my legs. Instinctively I ground myself down on the toy, not letting myself look away from Teacher as they watched me and squeezed my face with their strong hand.
“Are you going to cum?” They asked.
I half-moaned half-sobbed in response, nodding my head desperately as the orgasm quickly approached, the vibrations shooting through my entire body.
Teacher slapped me again, hard, and I came at the exact same time. The pain and pleasure mingling and mixing until I had no idea where one ended and the next began. So closely linked and both incredibly intense. I must have been loud but I couldn’t hear myself past the rushing in my ears.
The toy didn’t turn off as I came down, just continued to buzz away against my overstimulated clit as I panted and stared up at Teacher with a watery and dazed expression. A chorus of moans and grunts from the butches in the class filled my ears as they each came down from their own orgasms.
“Can you handle another slap?” Teacher asked, the corner of their lip twitching into a smile as I nodded pathetically. So far beyond any kind of cognitive thought or ability to recognize when I was too far gone to handle more. My fuck-addled brain just craved.
“Turn it off.” The buzzing beneath me stopped abruptly and I whined, but also let out a small sigh of relief at the same time, drooping a bit against the back of the chair.
“As you can see, she’s so fucked out now that she’ll agree to almost anything. There’s no way she can handle any more impact, it would overwhelm her and she’s too far gone to consent regardless. It is also the responsibility of a dom to end a scene for the safety of your sub, if they are too far gone into sub space to know they’ve reached their limit.” Teacher explained, their thumb absentmindedly stroking over my cheekbone as they spoke. “Thank you for attending today’s session, please speak with Sam on your way out if you have any questions regarding further courses or the material we covered today. We’ll cover aftercare another time, this one needs some private rest now.”
I heard chairs being pushed back as the butches packed up, talking softly amongst themselves. Sam’s hands let go of my wrists and I wavered a bit until Teacher’s strong arms wrapped around me and helped me lay down on the fuck table on my stomach. The cold mat against my burning cheeks was a welcome sensation and I let out short shuddering breaths as Teacher smoothly and methodically cleaned me up. They massaged cooling lotion over my ass, pressing delicate kisses to my lower back and thighs as they went.
Once the class had cleared out, Sam joined in the aftercare, running a brush through my hair and whispering sweet praise. As I came back down to reality the ache in my body became real, and it was abundantly clear that any kind of movement or sitting was going to be a world of discomfort. Probably for multiple days. I caught myself softly crying, not from regret or feeling used, just as a let-down of the intense sensations the session had put me through. Teacher and Sam gently eased me into their arms and held me as I cried, keeping me sandwiched between their warm bodies to ground me.
“Is there anything specific that you need for aftercare, love?” Teacher whispered in my ear, their strong hand brushing tears off of my sore cheeks.
I gazed up at them, their rich skin and impossibly deep eyes. “Can you kiss me?”
They lowered their mouth over mine without answering and I moaned low and soft against their lips. Their kiss always grounded me at the end of a class, and they always indulged me whatever I asked for aftercare. Always.
Sam’s lips placed fluttering kisses along my shoulders as I lose myself for a moment in Teacher’s taste, the feeling of their tongue and body against mine.
When I eventually stop crying they gently detangle themselves from me, and Teacher instructs instruct Sam to take me home and watch over me for a couple days. The familiar comfort of a soft blanket settles around my body as Teacher scoops me up and carries me back to my car, our ritual now, after however many classes where I end up in a similar state by the end.
As the car rumbles me nearly to sleep on the ride home, I play over and over in my mind the sight of Teacher towering over me in their white button-up. The feeling of their palm cracking against my cheek and sending waves of pleasure-pain through my body. Hayley’s hand coming down on me over and over.
The ache in my body is good. The ache is my reward. And I know when the ache fades I’ll be hopeless, desperate for more.
That night unlocked something inside me, and I couldn’t wait to see what we could unlock next.
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bowenoke · 7 months
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edit: btw it is not safe to wear contacts in the shower! the option is included for accuracy, but please consider throwing on an old pair of glasses or just going blind into that wet box instead.
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threepuppetguys · 1 year
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saw this and. yea
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idk-bruh-20 · 8 months
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Irondad fic ideas #151
There is a LOT of Iron Man merch out there. One day, Stark Industries comes out with a line of Iron Man themed night lights that look like arc reactors. The marketing? "For kids who are scared of the dark: Iron Man will protect you."
In completely unrelated news, a whole bunch of child abusers across the country have recently been arrested as a result of  anonymous tips to local authorities.
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It's an open secret at some point. Teens who are being abused start buying the night lights. Hell, adults start buying them. Charities pop up to cover the cost for anyone who needs it. Kids who are newly safe often send their night lights on to others ("I'm not scared of the dark anymore," they say).
Even with all of this, nobody snitches to the media or government. They all know grown-ups tend to complicate and ruin precious things.
It helps that the night lights clearly can distinguish between different types of situations. Kids whose parents need mental health or addiction support suddenly find they're being contacted by free services that actually help. If ICE is a concern, the people knocking on the door are not cops but immigrant rights activists. Kids who are hungry get food. Families who need housing support coincidentally find it.
"Iron Man will protect you," indeed.
This fic idea was inspired by this post from @fotibrit!!
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beatcroc · 4 months
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you ever think about how gerome and fake pep are the only two guys who really only ever knew the tower as their home? i do
lots of fp text in this one so full un-ciphered script is going under cut below. [mostly just a bunch of headcanon nonsense about his whole Situation in the tower :p] [there is also a second bonus after because i am insufferable] anyway,
bonus:
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hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome] <-u are here [noisette again]
gerome: i say there monstrosity! do you know the times? fp: …? gerome: haha! just an old joke, lad. gerome: but seriously, i never saw you around the tower much. what's your deal? fp: ... fp: 👈 ?? gerome: yes you! you never struck me as just some hired goon like the rest. fp: i… i don't really know. gerome: oh come now, you needn't be modest. fp: i'm not! i- [fp takes a seat] fp: they…. didn't tell me much. the…the lab. you know it? gerome: i'd pass though, now and again. fp: i was there for awhile, with lots of other copies gerome: oh, you knew the other clones? what were they like? fp: nutritious. gerome: ah. fp: they-the tall one- moved me to….「bruno's」 later. gerome: tall one… you mean pizzahead? fp: uh….right.「pizzahead」 …started changing it. kept changing it. i think i was waiting for something. waiting… to open? but he told me to keep-stay in there. to guard it. was there…longer than the labs but we never got to finish…. but i think we were close. But then「pep- pep: woah. never seen him this chatty gerome: just have to ask the right questions, i suppose pep: I mean, sure but-- wait, you can understand him??? gerome: it's only natural, after all, he is at least in part- part of the tower; made from its power and resources, and so connected with my brother...and to some extent, myself. his speech resonates with the old echoes through its chambers, and while i may not be as omniscient, it has no secrets that would fully elude me. pep: ...uh. ok, sure. what's he saying? fp: ..! fp: XXX! gerome: ah…. seems he's a bit embarrassed. pep: aw. er…look, it may not be my business, but whatever happened in the tower is behind us now, yeah? i know i sure try to forget it too fp: 😬 fp: ...😓👍 [fp turns back to gerome] fp: ............i wasn’t done gerome: he wasn't done. fp: yeah. then 「peppino」 came through. you probably know. hard to miss him. gerome: heh, I'll say. fp: We fought, I stayed…. didn't know anything else until 「pizzahead」grabbed me. fighting more on the roof... fp: You know the rest? you ran out with us... gerome: mhm fp: And… now we’re here. gerome: now we’re here… fp: ...that's all i had. so..... i still don't really know. sorry... gerome: ah, don't be. that's just how it goes, i guess. not much that can be done now... gerome: i suppose we both left some things behind in that tower. i certainly know it can be daunting to leave the fold of familiarity. gerome: but, for what it's worth...i think it’s for the better things worked out for us as they did. fp: yeah…
bonus! 2!!
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#pizza tower#peppino spaghetti#fake peppino#gerome#pillar john#pizzaposting#man. there was a lot of really specific shit i wanted to say in this one that i dont think i communicated very clearly at all#its fine though i dont think the ambiguity is necessarily a bad thing. he sure is feeling something and its on you to figure out what#i was picking up on a couple different reads as i went and i don't think any of them are really 'wrong' per se#but also there Is technically a 'correct' one which i will certainly ramble abt if someone asks <:3c#anyway i kinda scrapped that longer angsty comic with the bros so this is my main pillar bros propaganda post now i guess#begging and crying people to care abt & include them etc#now to be clear i dont think gerome has like. never been anywhere else or anything#i think he and john could p much travel freely before the whole pizzahead takeover#but after that happened john was confined to the tower and gerome just wound up staying in there all the time to help take care of him#so it's been a bit since gerome truly Ventured:tm:#fake pep on the other hand i straight up do not think had ever set foot outside the tower until postgame#so. yeah the tower was a pretty big and fundamental deal for these guys' sense of security.#and now that it's gone i think they should be friends about it#and also more generally i think gerome is a great confidant for fp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [!!!]#besides the whole 'can actually understand him' thing gerome is just a cool & chill lil dude to talk to#no shade to peppino ofc he's a decent enough role model and tries his best to understand despite the barriers. but like. yknow.#he is also very reactive. and intimidating. and bad at handling emotions.#and you knooooowwww he is not going to want to talk about tower shit specifically for a variety of reasons#i think gerome enjoys fp's perspective on tower stuff though.#rem and i were bouncing off eachother wrt the tower and cloning and all the natural john duplicates/bodies#fp is not the natural 'subject' for the tower's processes but he a product of its nature just as much as any john#so i am thinking. maybe gerome also considers fp family. i think that would be nice.#aahhhhh...something about bridges. something about liminality.#you can take the beast out of the tower but you can't take the tower out of the beast
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ofswordsandpens · 3 months
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"the Gabe and Sally dynamic in the show is abusive" and "the way they've portrayed Gabe in the show is distinctly different from his book counterpart and fans can criticize that" are two discussions that can coexist
#I understand that this is hard topic to navigate#but me saying that /they've changed Gabe and that's consequently altered the dynamic he has with Sally in way I don't like/#is NOT me saying I don't think what they've portrayed onscreen is non-abusive#or that I WANT to see him abuse her???#its just the guy in the show while clearly controlling and abusive (emotionally and financially so far)#...I don't believe he's the guy who's presence was so horrid and disgusting MONSTERS avoided him#I wouldn't call him /Smelly/#in the book his abuse (all forms) is much more overt#(and just to be painstakingly clear: abuse doesn't have to be overt to be abuse)#but the guy in the show does not have the same presence as the guy in the book#book Gabe is menacing#he growls and he threatens and both Sally and Percy have developed very specific responses to deal with it#I've seen one take saying that people can't recognize the abuse in the show because its not physical (yet?)#but even disregarding the physical abuse entirely#if you compare the book scene and TV show scene of Percy arriving home and he and Sally readying for Montauk#there is a pretty stark difference in tone#and in how both Sally and Percy interact with Gabe#in the book Sally goes out of her way to avoid /provoking/ Gabe and asks Percy to do the same until they can leave for Montauk#and Gabe is just itching for any excuse to keep them home#and imo if Book Sally had said the things that show Sally did to Gabe#Gabe wouldn't have let them gone!#and again im not saying that the show's depiction is nonabusive#or unrealistic#im saying its simply /different/ than the book#and im upset that it doesn't feel like dynamic depicted the book#and no book sally is no simpering wilting flower#but she's also not what they depicted in the show either#pjo adaptation#sally jackson#pjo
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ewwww-what · 5 days
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an archdevil and a presidential candidate sneak into a gay bar
flatcolor + closeups below :)
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sonknuxadow · 2 months
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this is probably an unpopular opinion with the amount of "everyone is married with kids" type future aus people make for sonic characters but i cannot see sonic getting married or having a kid ever. if he did somehow end up with a kid hed be the worlds first transmasc absent father or however the joke goes
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malevolententity · 5 months
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no because m still confused at everyone saying this is a bad/boring event. Every Single Server Wide Event these past 6 months have been very lore and riddle focused, with a minor focus on pve during those lore events. it felt unbalanced. the admins have stated before that they want to do events for all playstyles. this is our First Time getting a proper server wide event for a different play style.
the pvp guys need their enrichment too. there is still lore and riddles in this event but thats the minor focus! and thats okay! sometimes other playstyles need to be accommodated and have a place where everyone knows its gonna happen! main island has a gentlemans agreement to not go stupid go crazy between the islanders and that makes it boring for the pvpers. sure they Can set up their own little scuffles with rules but theres something fun about The Hunt that you cant do on main island.
the pvp guys dont get to show off a lot in events. a lot of them dont participate in the lore events point blank OR they get assigned to pve clean up duty while the loreheads get to learn secrets. if you arent able to find entertainment in this event its okay to stop watching for two weeks! ur fellow fans will keep you updated on here/twitter/discord.
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qkmlh · 2 months
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Still ducking hilarious to me that Zoro & Sanji began their beef because they thought the other was misogynistic and it came to a head of no return when Zoro felt his title of ‘Luffy’s specialest boi’ threatened by Sanji’s comment
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korrasamibottles · 5 months
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What if the assertive muscly woman with the most demanding high-stakes job on the planet didn't have to be the decision maker for a little bit and could let somebody else call the shots while she gets ******** into oblivion. Do you understand my vision. Post.
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taeyoonge · 10 months
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faelapis · 5 months
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journey to bethlehem SLAPS. it is so fucking extra. its so "high school musical but 5% more religious" that i genuinely had to double-check to make sure kenny ortega had nothing to do with it.
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arsenicflame · 10 months
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stede is 'oh this place has something related to my interest i must go in immediately' autistic and izzy is 'if we deviate one inch from my plan for today i will murder someone' autistic
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