#yeah for this i literally went 'hm what can i draw'

[squishmallow36]

Drawing: the Gathering

Part 1 of Sokeefitz: the Gathering

Written for day 2 of Sokeefitz Week: Family, hosted by the wondaerful @rainbow-frog-earrings and @gay-otlc

Also a big thank you to @uni-seahorse-572 for listening to my rambling about this fic

Word count: 1.4k

Tw: swearing, food, brief sex mention (played /j and not within the scope of this fic)

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed!): @stellar-lune @gaslight-gaetkeep-gayboss @kamikothe1and0lny @nyxpixels @florida-fruity-frog @poppinspop @crystallinewalker @solreefs @never-mourn-the-good @rusted-phone-calls @when-wax-wings-melt @cotyledon-tomentosa @good-old-fashioned-lover-boy7 @dexter-dizzknees @abubble125 @blossomsxgalorex @callum-hunt-is-bisexual @callas-pancake-tree

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   Coming back from the kitchen with a mug of coffee at three in the afternoon, Sophie sits down next to Keefe to watch it draw. 

    A few moments later, he asks, “Hey, you can draw, right? Can you teach me?”

    Fitz’s gaze flickers up from his book to watch Keefe’s response, signing in the reflection of the window. 

    “Does this have to be a now kind of thing?” it asks. 

    “Well, you’re drawing right now, so take a guess.”

    Keefe sighs dramatically. “Fine.” It leans backwards, ruffling Fitz’s hair that’s pink in theory but it’s been a few weeks since it’s been dyed, so the colour has faded significantly. 

    “Yes, love?” he asks, already expecting its answer. 

    “Care to join us?” it signs above his head.

    Putting his book down, Fitz answers, “Well, considering you two are probably gonna make a giant mess with all the new paint I bought you yesterday, I guess so. Even if it is solely for chaperoning purposes.”

    “Aw, is the future Councillor mad?”

    “I have both of you. I’m not allowed to be a Councillor.” Fitz stands, bracing himself on the table for the inevitable discomfort that always plagues his knee when he puts his weight on it. 

    “Not if you don’t get married, Fitzy.”

    “Hm. I’m surprised you don’t want to be legally connected to me as soon as possible so I can’t run away.” 

    “Running away is my personality trait. You can’t have it.”

    He walks over to their table. “You also say your hair is a personality trait and yet somehow I always find it everywhere.”

    “How do you know it’s not Foster’s hair?” it asks, causing Sophie to exclaim, “hey!”

    “Some of the hairballs were blue. Now, with your little photographic memory, can you remember a time when his hair was blue? And do you remember a time when your hair was blue?”

    Keefe refuses to answer, which Fitz takes as a win, sitting down in his assigned seat. “What kind of portal to Exile will we be making today?”

    It smiles. “Well, Fitzy, I’m glad you asked! Foster, do you have any specific requests before we start?”

    He shakes his head. 

    “Okay, then. Fitzy, you like baking. And I like cake. So let’s learn how to draw a cake that you aren’t allowed to eat just to torture ourselves.”

    Is this when I tell it that you can technically eat paper? No. I should not give it more ideas. 

    “Is that a reference to your ID cake from three years ago that I told you to wait five minutes before eating because I wasn’t done frosting it and then the frosting somehow ended up in your hair, which is still a mystery to modern science?” Fitz asks instead.

    “It’s not a mystery, you flung it at me!”

    I’ll take that as a yes. “You were like two inches away from the cake trying to lick the bottom frosting off. It’s not my fault some from the top was pushed off onto your head!”

    “Guys, guys. Can we maybe save this for later? Like, after my drawing lesson?”

    Keefe and Fitz glare at each other, but don’t say a word. 

    It breaks the tension by instructing, “Okay. So we’re gonna start with an oval in the approximate middle of the page. Go around a few times, we can clean it up later. Just try to make it vaguely symmetrical.”

    Its ellipse is absolutely perfect--not a surprise but still annoying--while Sophie’s and Fitz’s are pretty much equal levels of crooked blobs. 

    Fitz tries to erase the worst of the messiness when Keefe grabs his hand, signing, “Not so fast. We finish sketching then clean it up. You never know which line will be the good one once you’re done so stop it. Pick two points on opposite sides of the circle and draw some gay lines going down as long as you want. The longer the lines, the taller the cake.”

    “Are you expecting me to invoke physics to determine how tall it can be before falling over?” Fitz asks.

    “Yes.”

    “Fuck you. I’m too gay for maths.”

    “Fuck me yourself, coward.”

    Sophie sighs. “Please just let us finish this before tearing each others’ clothes off. I’m begging you.” 

    Keefe half stands, leaning over to kiss Fitz for the briefest second, signing, “No.”

    It sits back down, and Fitz tries to ignore the urge to pull it back to him as it signs, “Okay, where were we?”

    “Drawing a cake.” 

   “Cool. Mext we’re gonna mimic the curve of the lower half of the oval on the bottom of the two gay lines to make it a cylindrical cylinder. Don’t worry if it’s wonky or messy.” 

    Sophie and Fitz do as told, and suddenly it’s become an actual something. 

    “Now that technically can be your final cake and you could decorate it from here but let’s make it a little more interesting and obvious as to what it is so we’re gonna cut out and eat a piece. So we’ll start by marking the centre of the top oval with a dot.”

    Fitz uses his hand to measure where the centre would be as close as he can manage to get. It’s probably off but, hey, if he’s cutting a slice out in the real world, it’s gonna be a little off-centre. 

    “Very good. Now we’re gonna draw a gay line from that point to the bottom of the cake. Then draw a line from the centre point to the edge of the oval. It can be as big of a chunk of cake as you’d like, although it is a bit easier if it’s roughly symmetrical. And make sure you save me some. I’m gonna require it as payment.”

    Three wiggly lines later, Fitz is pretty sure he’s doing this correctly. 

    …at least mostly. 

    “Then from the point where the slanty lines intersect with the oval, you’re gonna draw 2 more gay lines down to the bottom.” Keefe instructs, shading something on one of its own projects.

    Fitz really should’ve made this cake shorter, but he doesn’t have the skills to trim it down now. 

    “Aw, look at it. It’s a little thing.” Sophie says, showing it to Fitz, and it is certainly a little thing. It looks better than his cake, that’s for sure. Although that might just be because it’s farther away.

    His would look better from far, far away. 

    “You’re not done yet, you two.” Keefe signs. “Where those two gay lines meet the bottom, draw a line parallel to the top angled lines to the middle line on both sides. Erase the arc on the bottom between those two lines, the bit of the middle line sticking out, and the portion of the oval that’s inside the lines. And now it’s looking pretty good enough.”

    Now that Fitz is actually allowed to use his eraser, it’s getting its fair share of use trying to even out the lines. 

    “Wait, before you start cleaning up your limes and destroying all your work, if you’d like to add some cake layers, add some lines parallel to the top and bottom of the weird rhombi--oh Mx. Stinkbottom, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever used that word in my life. I just lost a bet to our least favourite technopath--anyway, you probably know what cake layers look like I’ll just let you fuck it up yourself.”

    “Thanks,” Sophie responds sarcastically. 

    “You’re welcome,” Keefe signs, smiling. 

     It’s such an ass. And I love it so much. 

    “Now you’re on your own fixing up the sketch and colouring it in because I don’t have nearly enough patience for that. You should’ve learned that in school.”

    “I had the last half day kindergarten my school offered. I am superior to all of you elves.”

    Fitz laughs, bowing slightly to his overlord Sophie before taking a sixty-four pack of crayons that just kind of exist in their house. No one knows how they got there or how many they have. They just suddenly appear whenever they need them and especially when they don’t.

    Fitz inevitably ends up trying to put too much detail into his design which should’ve been expected as he does that normally, but still ends up with a drawing that looks like a seven year old made it. 

    Blame the crayons. Always blame the crayons. 

A/n: (i felt like this deserved end notes and those are exclusive to ao3 so this is what i'm doing) Shoutout to that time in 5th grade when we were doing this in art class and this kid said i like your cake--not to me but the kid diagonally across from me--but rounded the a to an o...i like your cock has now lived in my head rent free for many years.

#yeah for this i literally went 'hm what can i draw' #and the answer is cake #that's it #and it works with the whole fic surprisingly well #thanks 4th grade art class #(different one from the a/n i did this twice #kotlc #sokeefitz week 2022 #sophie foster #fitz vacker #keefe sencen #kotlc fanfic #sokeefitz

[kleem-o]

Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Part 2

Synopsis: You find out the secret that the world hid, will you choose Shoto, or yourself? Would he even choose you? Part 2 to this (tho u can read it as is honestly)

Wc: 2.2k

A/N: hello! Here’s part 2!! Sorry if its kinda rushed! Lmao i swear i got like my first writer’s block or sum. I literally wrote so many versions of this part 2 lololol anw thank u all for the love and support!!

“Y/N! FUCK–GET BACK HERE!! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?!!?? DARLING DON’T DO THIS! I’LL FUCKING LOCK YOU UP”

You didn’t dare look back. Running in the wind, the sun giving rays of hope, you held onto the thought of your escape. You thought about how it all led to this, how quickly things changed. You didn’t even know how it came to this, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You looked back at all the things that happened before this.

“You, filthy servant, come here.” You heard Touya, the oldest sibling, call out to you. Shoto was studying in his office along with his private tutor, and here you were at the other side of the castle, wandering about. You quickly bowed your head as you stood in front of him. “I know what you’re doing– what you and that annoying little brother of mine are doing. You think I wouldn’t notice, hm?” He took your chin to make you lift your face, your eyes boring into his fiery blue ones. “I–I don’t understand master please–” he shut you up by kissing your lips suddenly. You were about to push him when you felt him bite. He bit your lower lip, drawing blood. You stilled as he licked away the blood, savoring your taste. He hummed in satisfaction, not bad, he thought, “Now look sweetheart, we all know what you and Shoto are doing is wrong. They’ll have you punished if they ever found out. My dear little brat of a brother is stupid to think that I wouldn’t find out.” You thought that this would be your end, they’d lock you up and kill you. All because you loved Shoto. “But, it seems I’m quite fond of you, you’re lucky it’s just me dear.” He gave you a quick pat on the head and went on his way. Even though he was nowhere to be seen, panic rose up through your throat, you wanted to scream, how unfair this world is. But instead you paced quickly away from the direction Touya walked to. You were just fidgeting around when you felt something in your pocket. A key. You studied it and it didn’t seem to match any door you know. 

Days went on after your encounter with Touya and things were going..bad. You were now always on edge, wary of your surroundings, if he was watching. Shoto noticed this too, and became even more frantic. “Darling please, why do you keep avoiding me? Is it something I did? Please lets talk this out yeah?” And each and every time you would brush it off. This not only worried Shoto but also enraged him. In weeks his concerns would suddenly turn into anger, just like when he was a kid, when you both were just master and servant. “Y/N! What is this behavior?? Talk to me.” As all of this was happening, you were trying to find the door to that key. It all happened when Shoto eventually snapped. You were preparing him for the night when he had enough. He grabbed your shoulders a bit too hard, and started shaking you slightly. “Y/N what has gotten into you!?!? Do you no longer love me?? Were all those promises a lie??? I love you please.. Tell me you love me.” Tears were streaming down his face as he held you tightly. “Master–Shoto you’re hurting me! Calm down I–I’ll tell you.” His grip on you remained as you told him all about your encounter with Touya, though you did leave out the part where he kissed you, who knows how he would react if the mere fact that you weren’t talking to him was enough to drive him crazy. The look on his face scared you. It screamed obsession. “Y/N I don’t want you talking to him ever again okay darling? If I ever see him talking to you– I swear I’ll slit his fucking throat. You’re mine, hm Y/N? All mine” 

Days passed since then and things were finally going back to normal, Shoto was back to the loving sweet boy he was, who would shower you in love and affection, while you do the same to him. But that key never left your mind. One day, as you sneaked out of Shoto’s arms to wander around the castle, you heard a loud banging noise on the wall. You investigated it and soon enough you finally found it. Upon pressing on a certain spot on the wall, a secret passageway opened up to you, and at the bottom a door that seemed to welcome you. Key in hand, you opened it. It was just a normal room, a table, one chair, and two bookshelves on the corner. You entered and looked at the books, or book rather, as there was only one book in the entirety of the room. A history book. Lame, you thought but you read it anyway. A single line struck you, as it was at the very beginning of the book.

“No matter what cost, do not let the humans know how powerful they are, lest they bring destruction to our species”

Hours of reading that single book taught you a lot more than what anyone had ever taught you. It showed you spells “humans” did. Discoveries humans made. How humans hunted vampires, and how our arrogance led the vampires to their victory. We’re mages, you thought to yourself. You had to tell the others. You had to make a plan. You had to escape.

It started slowly, informing the servants that you trusted with your life, Izuku, Eijiro, Ochako. You often took them to the secret room, and told them all about the book. They in turn would tell the others that they trusted. You learned a few spells from the book, practicing everyday when the nobles were asleep. You learned how to make explosions, shields made of harsh winds, and for some reason the most highlighted one, how to keep people quiet. More specifically, how to make unbreakable vows. This helped in keeping everything secret. You learned more, and taught others. You were making a plan. 

Amidst all this you were still very careful around Touya. You suspected that it was him that placed the key in your pocket, and for whatever reason, you didn’t know. Was this all a set up? Were you all gonna be punished? You didn’t know, but what you did know was that you all gotta move fast. Back to Shoto you were still all loving towards him. A part of you didn’t want to leave him, and a part of you felt guilty for wanting to escape. You wanted to leave with him, but can you really trust him? He was still hostile to others except for you, but maybe because of your love perhaps he warmed his heart? Even just a little. But you were wrong.

It was the day of the escape, everyone chose daylight to escape, to make sure that the beasts stay asleep. “Izuku, all prepared?” you asked in hushed tones as you walked past him in the corridor. “All ready Y/N.” You all knew that some of you might not make it, but it was a risk you all were willing to take. To save everyone from this. But there was one last thing you had to do. You entered Shoto’s room. “Hey darling, come, let's sleep hm?” He patted your side of the bed, wanting to sleep and cuddle. “..Shoto I have to tell you something” You were hoping that you weren’t making a mistake. “What is it love?” His tone was a bit worried as he straightened up to lean on the headboard. “I..I’m going to leave.” Just from a few words his face turned pale, the anger that felt so familiar in his eyes, just as he was to open his mouth, you interrupted him “I want you to come with me..” “..huh..” You told him all about how you wanted to escape, how none of this is right, killing is not right. Though you might’ve left out the part that you all could now do witchcraft. “Darling I don’t think–I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“Escaping with those pests? Darling you know better, being with me is better. I love you, protect you, keep you away from harm, that must be enough, yeah?”

“But Shoto there’s so much more we could do! It’s not just about me! There are people out there that got it worse!! We could study, we have rights, our hearts beat just the same as yours! We. Are. Alive.”

“Dear I know, you are the most wonderful thing to happen to me, I would die for you, you know that. But those filthy humans?”

“I’m a human”

Shoto was taken aback from your vicious tone, it was so uncanny, something so different from your sweet voice. “Darling wait–” You were to leave the room, in hopes that perhaps you both can just pretend nothing happened. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to the bed. “Shoto get off! Please don’t make this hard!!” His hand was now on your neck while you struggled, slowly applying pressure. “Come on darling please don’t be difficult. We love each other don’t we? We can just stay here, let your friends escape, I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise.” “Shoto let me go–” “-NO! YOU ARE STAYING HERE AND THATS FINAL.” Him yelling genuinely scared you, he was now nothing but a crazed lover. His hold on your neck was tightening too much, you couldn’t breathe. “All I do is love you, and this is what I get?? You leaving me?? You fucking promised we’d be together forever.” Shoto was out of control, his fangs were bared and you feared that any time now, he would kill you. Your consciousness were starting to fade when you remembered, you’re a fucking. You lifted your hand from his to point it at the left side of his face. BOOM. You let out an explosion that made him scream in agony. The left side of his face was burning. You quickly dashed out of the room to meet up with the others at the garden at the back of the castle. While running you could hear Shoto crying for you, yelling your name. “Y/N?? What the fuck happened this was not part of the plan.” Ochako asked, in which you were too out of breath to reply. You all quickly ran through a path you all made in the garden, and then activated the spell. You all spent so much time casting a spell around the castle, a barrier of harsh wind that no one would come through. It surrounded the castle and was so high that no one would pass it. “Hell yeah! Come on!” Eijiro yelled and you all ran. 

Shoto’s yelling and cries woke the entire family. “Shoto?! What the hell??” Natsuo asked. “CATCH THEM!! THOSE FILTHY FUCKING HUMANS ARE ESCAPING!!” Shoto ignored everyone telling him to get treated first and ran straight out. Touya looked out through a window, and smiled. “Good luck, Y/N.” You all knew the barrier of wind wouldn't last long, so you all were in a hurry. Carriages were prepared for all of you by people outside, people that you were fortunate enough to communicate with through your spells. But just as you all were navigating through the forest, explosions went off. Everyone started screaming, a lot were injured, a few died. You looked back and saw that the barrier was gone, they must’ve caught up. “KEEP RUNNING!!” You yelled to those who could still run, someone, anyone had to make it alive, had to let people know. You were running when you passed a certain someone lifeless on the ground, Eijiro. You felt a pang in your heart as you continued to run.

And that's how it all happened. A lot of the people you were with were now either captured or killed, and in time you knew that you would be caught too. You heard Shoto’s voice getting louder, and in no time you were tackled on the ground. “I finally got you darling.” He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. He pinned you down, making sure you couldn’t move. “Let’s go home, hm?”

“No.”

“Haha it’s not really a question sweetheart.”

“Over my dead fucking body.”

“Stop being difficult.”

“Make a fucking decision Shoto.”

He was confused as to what you meant, then he suddenly noticed a very sharp glass pointed at the back of his head, it was you or him. You were ready to die, ready to kill him, and for what? Shoto laughed, you couldn’t be serious right? But the look in your eyes told him this was real.  Either he kills you, or you kill him. His heart started racing, panic evident in his eyes. He wanted to throw up, to hug you, to cry, to kiss you. He just wanted everything to go back the way it was. But that was impossible. You both could never go back.As you hear the carriages move in the distance, you felt relief, someone made it, and this was surely the start of something bigger. With relief in your heart, but grief in Shoto’s, you closed your eyes.

a/n: heyyy! If you’re still here thank u for reading hehe <33 had a ride writing this lol

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[finntheehumaneater]

for the responses to "i don't deserve you" prompts: "please don't say that" if you'd be so kind🥺 <3

hallo!! Sorry for the wait—and any typos, I wrote this on paper last night and copied-and-pasted it from a photo of the pages :/)

all of the prompt lists are here ⭐️

Steve's thigh was pressed against Eddie's, a lazy hand running through his long curls.

He was pretty sure Eddie was asleep, by now, if not almost, and the only reason Steve hadn't gotten up was because Eddie was all sweaty from the heating pad draped over his stomach, and it would have hurt to peel their legs apart.

"Eds?" Steve murmured, nudging his nose against the side of Eddie's neck, his hand slipping out of Eddie's hair and moving it his chest. Stews. fingers scratched, gently against the fabric of his t-shirt, drawing out soft hum from Eddie.

"Hm?"

"Just wanted to see if you were awake," Steve replied softly, sinking his teeth into Eddie’s neck, laughing when Eddie batted him away with a limp hand, whining.

Steve moved back over, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s neck, a hand slipping under the hem of his t-shirt. “You doing alright?”

Eddie nodded, turning to wrap his arms around Steve, and Steve huffed when the heating pad was pressed between them, burning against his stomach. “S’too warm, Eds, turn it off.”

Eddie shook his head into Steve’s neck, and Steve moved the heating pad off of him, reaching over to grab the switch, ignoring Eddie’s quiet “nooooo,” as he turned it off.

“You don’t even need it.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice,” Eddie protested, trying to grab it out of Steve’s hands, but Steve got up and pushed Eddie away with his foot, folding the heating pad and placing it on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He climbed back onto the bed and flopped down onto the bed, laughing when Eddie immediately went back to clinging onto him, his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder. “You tried?”

“Yeah.”

“Go to bed, then,” Steve muttered, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. His hair was kind of sweaty, but Steve didn’t care.

“I feel gross, though. Need a shower,” Eddie’s voice was muffled by Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re not gross,” Steve mumbled back, running his hand over Eddie’s back, and Eddie laughed against his skin, his breath warm. 

“I am, don’t lie to me.”

“I mean, you can shower if you want, I don’t care,” Steve ran his hand through Eddie’s hair again, tugging gently when he found a knot. “M’just not coming in with you this time. I just showered this morning.”

“Aww, boo,” Eddie muttered, pouting and biting Steve’s shoulder, and Steve didn’t push him away.

“I don’t want to have to do my hair again,” Steve explained gently, giving Eddie a pout back as he moved away and detached his teeth from Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re no fun,” he muttered, pushing at Steve’s arm gently before grabbing onto his hand.

“I’m the worst, I know,” Steve muttered back, smiling softly.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“What are we?” Eddie asked hesitantly, looking away, and Steve didn’t know why, but he missed Eddie’s eyes on him already. “Like, I know we’re dating, but it feels…more than that. To me.”

“Like boyfriends?” Steve asked quietly, lightly grabbing Eddie’s face to turn it back to him. Eddie looked at his lips instead of his eyes.

“If you want. I’ve never had one of those before,” Eddie admitted, and Steve smiled slightly, bringing him in for a kiss. Eddie bit his lip and Steve pulled away, frowning.

“You’re like a fucking vampire—”

“You literally just bit me on the neck before, that’s more vampire than anything.”

“Yeah—but you’ve done it like three times, I only did it once—“

“Lies!” Eddie announced, and Steve rolled his eyes, noting in but fondness on his face. “I did it twice!”

“Alright, alright, Jesus,” Steve muttered, laughing and kissing Eddie again. It was a tired and soft thing, not like how Eddie normally kissed him. “I’ve, uh, never had a boyfriend before, either.”

“Cool,” Eddie whispered.

“Cool,” Steve whispered back.

Steve watched as Eddie smiled, his cheeks dipping in near the corners of his lips, smile lines that Steve wanted to kiss, but didn’t. His eyes were half-closed, gazing up at Steve like he was something precious. Something to love and take care of. And fuck, Steve had never been looked at like that before. Not even Robin looked at him like that.

“Love you,” Steve whispered, kissing Eddie’s cheek, one elbow propped up so that he was leaning over Eddie. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

When he leaned back, Eddie was frowning, his eyebrows pressed together, and Steve wanted to smooth the crease between them out with his thumb. Maybe kiss it away. 

“Please don’t say that,” Eddie said quietly, his hands coming up to cup Steve’s cheeks. He did that all of the time—touched Steve like that—but the way he didn’t it now made Steve melt a bit inside, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Sorry, I—“

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie hushed him, bringing his face down to kiss his forehead, Steve’s nose pressed to his chin. “You deserve everything.”

Steve felt like crying, but he just choked out a laugh instead, moving his face away from Eddie, blinking back tears as he wiped his eyes. “Sap.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Steve felt Eddie’s arms snake around his waist, trying to tug him back down onto the bed. Steve did lay back down, pulling Eddie close to him  and hoping that Eddie couldn’t feel the wet on his cheeks when he pressed his face into Eddie’s neck.

“I do, don’t I?”

#Finn writes #i was going to make it SUPER ANGSTY but I wanted them to be soft #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic #My fic #my writing #⭐️ #Asks

[hazyskyline]

poukie | n. kamden

desc. | kamden and (y/n) have been in a long distance relationship for 2 years, and (y/n) plans a little surprise for kamden.

pairing | boyfriend!kamden x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

word count | 659

genre | fluff

warnings | none

bold text - (y/n)’s messages | italicized text - kamden’s messages

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kam, i miss u 😕😕

i miss you too 😔😢

it had been 1 year since kamden went back to korea, 2 years since you got together, and 3 years since you first met him. you met him in a dance class back in the states and the two of you hit it off immediately. the day ended with both of you getting each other’s number.

if i go to korea.. can we binge watch boys planet and ur fancams?

if u come, ill make sure to block all the videos on every device when u walk into the airport

wow, youre just the master of sarcasm arent u

guilty as charged 🫡

you have to say, he was good at making you happy. he was even better at making you miss him. if only you could actually go to korea.. wait.

“why don’t i go to korea?!” you said, having an eureka moment.

you quickly opened your browser and looked up flights to korea. a flight to korea in two days. you booked the flight and the countdown started.

always found guilty of that charge mr. na

sry kamden but i have to go now, i love u poukie 😍😍)

not that nickname again.. i love u too (y/n) 🫶

you shut off your phone and grabbed your luggage. though it was two days away, a little early packing never hurt anyone..

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it was the day. the day! you grabbed the luggage you packed when you pulled an allnighter, too excited to fall asleep that night. you literally, LITERALLY, ran out your door. you rushed to put your luggage and get into you uber.

you sat down and pulled out your phone, instantly pulling up your texts with “poukie ❤️”

ill see u in 12 hours 😘😘

hm? what do you mean? do you want to facetime? im free right now if you want

you’ll see, oh btw are u free in 12 hours?

yes… why?

no particular reason! ☺️

im slightly concerned babe..

your uber arrived at the airport. you grabbed your luggage from the trunk and walked into the airport. you slowly went through the process. security, walking to your gate, and waiting. pulling up kamden’s texts again, you messaged him.

i do wanna facetime but ill be busy for like 12 hours, so ill text u when im done!!

awh, i wanted to see u :c, have a nice 12 hours :p

your boarding group was called and you quickly went onto the plane. you practically sprinted to your seat, stowed away your carry-on, and sat in your seat. you eagerly awaited for the plane to take off and for you to finally see your boyfriend again.

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“- please fasten your seatbelt, put your tray up, and prepare for landing”

you rubbed your eyes before a flight attendant came to tell you to buckle up. you groggily obliged before remembering where you were.

kamden!

you got a burst of energy, your brain now bouncing off the walls of your skull with excitement.

the plane landed and you and the other passengers slowly siphoned out of the plane.

as soon as you got to the waiting area where the next group was waiting to board, you pulled out your phone.

kamden

no response.

kamden!

no new messages.

poukie!

hm? yeah whats up?

can you pick me up?

what? i mean unless i can drive across an ocean, im afraid i cant

check my location 🤭🤭

…what are you doing in korea?

you laughed, drawing attention from the people getting on the plane. you excused yourself and walked to the exits of incheon airport.

well.. remember when i said i missed you. i got an amazing idea, to go to korea!

why would you do that! it’s so.. impulsive! 🫠🫠

well theres no avoiding it now so.. can you pick me up from the airport :D

… of course i can love.

you were extremely happy and excited to spend the next two weeks with your lovely poukie.

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a.n | please tell me y’all get the pun with poukie 🙏🙏 (pou as in the character he looks like and pookie as in the silly little nickname) i love kamden. also you cannot convince me otherwise that kamden wouldn’t use emoticons in his texts, ESPECIALLY “:p”

feel free to leave criticism in the comments!!

#boys planet #kpop #kpop boys #na kamden #boys planet kamden #kamden na #na kamden x reader #x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #boys planet imagines #boys planet trainees #kpop x reader #kpop x gn reader #boys planet x reader #boys planet x gn reader

[humanmorph]

pal33. i kind of just wanted to post a drawing but ended up writing a ton somehow...

I didn't take a ton of notes for this. I think it's mostly because it's so cold lately I don't feel like taking my hands out of my pockets, and also I'm not great at typing while walking so I'd have to stop, which, cold again!

Keith talking about how ruminating /calms Eclectic down/ made me grasp my head. Like in disbelief. I went HUH?! out loud. I still haven't quite pinned down the exact emotion that was brought forth by, but I think it was partly a kind of the feeling that I was actively being catered to when I wasn't expecting that OR even wanted it like. I already liked the guy. This was unnecessary. And the other part was that I love it. Absolutely obsessed with this flavour of weirdguy-ism. It's so good in a... Hm. Ok I'm having Eclectic thoughts that I'll hold onto for now, but like. "good to have a character sketch" yeah it sure is!

...and here are a bunch of other Eclectic thoughts that aren't the ones I just mentioned. i did not even expect to type all this when i started

(SANGFIELLE SPOILERS IN THIS PARAGRAPH? sorry.) It IS kind of strange to have a new character coming in this late w/ how close the Blue Channel crew is... I've noted before that it's like, different to other FatT seasons were everyone is just so coworkers ever (Sangfielle being the epitome of that. To Me. "[...] and it is you standing over the body of someone you used to work with." BANGER line). Even Phrygian was weird, but in a way that fit because of who they were. What also plays into this is noone except Figure really having space for gravity clocks. Which like... obviously characters can have relationships without those, but there's a reason they exist which is like, this is so important that it has mechanical advantage, or this is something I want to explore, like that means something? And I still wish Phrygian had had more, because the one with Figure didn't even end up coming up like, basically at all. It's a shame Brnine was so popular re: clocks bc those two could've really benefitted from a gravity clock, since they were together on missions a lot with the B-Plot thing. Well and also I liked them. Sigh ok I got sidetracked. Phrygian... But yeah, it may just be that this sortie is exterbating it bc Eclectic is literally by himself fucking around disconnected from everyone going through the horrors together (and that's bonding, baby!). I don't know how much longer the season will be, and maybe the feeling I currently have, which is like "it's the Blue Channel! ...and that other guy" will change. And like if it wasn't clear I do love that other guy I think that other guy is the most immediately compelling character Keith has had (similarly to Phrygian, actually. With Phrydge it was the concept & design that really excited me (Branched!!!) and with Eclectic it's that he's literally so funny and also Keith acts him great)! And he JUST got here, so I don't wanna be unfair. But it's been kicking around in my head & I wanted to write it down at least. It's like, would /I/ like his character to have a deeper connection to the rest of the player characters? Yeah generally I guess I would. Does Keith gaf about that as a player? I don't know that, but it's probably less of an impulse for him than, say, Ali. That would be my guess as a listener, anyways. And I hope Keith is having a better time playing now! It feels like it, but then again I also had no clue that he /didn't/ with Phrygian until he said it. (Still miss Phrygian though. Which is in combat with me being actually really happy with how they end up, like it might be the most a character 'death' on FatT has worked for me (not that there are /that/ many, but still).)

Back to. the episode: Good ep! I don't have all that much to say (OK. LIE). Just a thoroughly good time in a bunch of different ways. Love the singular character focus. Also just really Fun, like, made me laugh a lot. Fun interactions between good friends and whatnot. A bit that made me laugh was at the end when Ali was trying to figure out how to be find a way through the catacombs and suggests something that Austin has this "what?? no. thats scary." reaction to. Wait I'll just get it:

ALI: [talking about navigating the catacombs] And does it involve going through one of these body holes. AUSTIN: (genuinely aghast) Oh my god! ALI: Like, are there other tunnels. AUSTIN: There are other tunnels but you never have to go through a body hole- well, I shouldn't say never. That's SO creepy.

Which then gets the very great visual of Brnine doing that. Like it IS creepy and person having to crawl through tight space IS a thing that just gets me, even though it doesn't really get focus here I can't help but immediately picturing it... I was also for some reason expecting for there to be another body blocking the way... I've said this before and then was immediately like haha jk but I'm over it I will stop pretending I'm NOT kidding. I want Figure to roll worse. I miss Gur. Can you Fail Figure? I miss my friend Gur Sevraq. It's a thin line between that and Figure dying though (I DON'T WANT THIS. Because I want them to go further as a character but also, (thought I had only recently) what happens to my friend. Name of Gur Sevraq?). Anyways Gur... "This is false. But not all false things are impossible. And many have happened before." and "This is a thing that has already happened. She has seen it." <- has me sitting down and stapling my fingers. The. Perennial. Perennial

I don't have anything to say about Brnine aside from that I love them and that Ali is on her A-game. "Brnine is. Brnine and killed the president but is still a goofy loser" like. Ok. That's everything to me

The differences in, say, Thisbe's dream vision vs. Figures is interesting. And Cori falls somewhere in the middle? Like, Figure catching on really quickly, and also being in this situation of... all their friends are dead. People fear them. Being so immediately one that they are uncomfortable in & that feels somewhat alien vs. Thisbe being in a role that she envisions for herself and as such presumably feels comfortable in? Austin seems to be playing at the hooks with the visions (& they are what got immediately affected when they entered those), and for Figure it's probably "The only way to escape the Witch is by endangering others, but they seem eager to accept the risk." that feels the most relevant there? Maybe the Witch part less so, but least Austin mentioning that Cori specifically sacrificed herself to save Figure reminded me of this just now. For Thisbe it's "Fighting is not my purpose, but there is nowhere else for me until the fighting is over.", which I already talked a bit about above, though what's super interesting to me there is that this is obviously not all that's happening. I don't quite know what to do with there being More of Thisbe / units of her type... Or how she feels about that, if any which way. Cori's is interesting too because next to her sword + shield tenets being pulled in (specifically mentioning that they should be on the defense multiple times, which Cori ignores to charge ahead!) it's also the sense of her not wanting to be... underestimated or looked down on. Which is very much the vibe with Elle as a rival btw (it's fun. I'm happy Austin is having a good time with them lol). Oh! Also Austin says something about how it would've gone bad either way (even if Cori HAD stayed back to defend), which is another difference to both of the others visions, but expecially Thisbe's. Vibes just different. Well I'm curious what'll happen there next! Brnine is coming to visit! I didn't even mean to type this much but this really is very cool to me. I'm looping back around to what Gur said, too... Wish they were here...

Oh and Cori being glad to see Figure & hugging them really got to me too. They're sweet :' ).

and finally.

#MILLIEMENTION

I'm a simple woman I hear her name and I clap and cheer. originally this drawing was at the top but then I was like nah this is for people who either read everything OR clicked the readmore to then scroll past it... either way. work for it a little. i liked how it turned out! this is currently my new favourite brush.

#palisadeposting #palisade spoilers

[fantomette22]

Could you share your thoughts on Logarius? Who do you think he was back in the day, and what of his relationship with the other characters?

Of course! 

I didn’t speak about him a lot it’s true, my mutuals who… appreciate a lot more the character, already said lot of things and that’s enough for me generally XD I share a few things here too. It was quite a while ago!  But I had a bit more ideas since then.

First have a lil drawing of him!

Now, I think he’s either a pthumerian or half ptumumerians or smt and many of the pthumerians like church servants, the giants in Yharnam etc originate from the same place. His ancestors realized that pthumerians crowning themself leaders instead of the great ones was not a great ideas and only death and suffering happened. Because of this so they decide go get the hell out from Pthumeru a bit before Queen Yharnam show up. (Or when she was here idk) And they didn’t all become crazy and died so cool 👍 

One day Laurence, Gehrman and Maria (maybe with other people but those 3 for sure) went to explore some old pthumerians labyrinth/ ruins somewhere in search of the antic « pthumerian pick weapon »(that will become the church pick yeah!) and found some not crazy pthumerians! And Logarius who tried to kick their ass at first XD he was concerned they were here to hurt his clan, he was their leader and defender but thankfully they weren’t there to harm them and managed to communicate.

The lil (and big) pthumerians were really intrigued with the hunters who got old blood in their veins + Gehrman’s burial blade, Laurence who’s a cleric who basically want to bring back the old religion of the great ones (the one they have). Maria’s share ancestors with them and is literally a pyromancer and they can feel it a bit so they were really intrigued (she read them stories too!).

Still, Logarius was a bit reluctant at first but ended up warming and opening up to them. And yes he’s the welder of the famous pick they were looking for! (And yeah basically Laurence evangelize him and his group)

So the young healing church took care of the pthumerians in question (& ended up experimenting on them later on but shhhh) but what changed not to long ago for my headcanon is Logarius relationship with Cainhurst!

In other term they wanted to get in touch with each other lost heritage and work together for a few years! 

He did his homework he know Cainhurst branch of the pthumerians line is quite out of the norm😅(or even heretical lmao)  but all these wars against both each others were a really long time ago and they share ancestors! So yeah Logarius hang out with them and it actually went well. He had good relationship with most of the noble and even Annalise! (But don’t speak about the Cainhurst’s chalice dungeon expedition where he joined the royal guards, that was a mess XD (it’s just Charles, Vledemyr and Logarius arguing all the time for everything🤣)

But then hm Cainhurst stole the forbidden blood for Byrgenwerth, Annalise got a consort and they decided to go a certain way with the corrupted blood that Logarius didn’t appreciate at all… too reminiscing of what happen with Queen Yharnam and the end of Pthumeru. So yeah he preferred to go with Laurence afterwards and stay with the church.

In the mean the radiance rune was discover etc Years pass mess happened, tension happened, propaganda happen and then Vilebloods & Church began to attack and kill each other. Not clear if it was a misunderstanding or who began. Cainhurst state that a Vileblood killed a blood drunk/ half transformed hunter but the church said that actually it was a perfectly normal human that the Vilebloods murder to get blood… so the executioners began to repressed the « wrong used » of the blood with quite extreme measures too. And well you see how that ended…

I still need to figure if Maria was still around when it happened but in my notes : I have a scene where she stand between knights and church members/executioners because they are to 🤏 this to throw hands (when she’s working at the research hall). A bit later on Maria’s death really didn’t helped on the matters and relationships between the church & Cainhurst declined even faster 💀

(Legit I imagined Cainhurst was like : the bastards they kill her! » and wanted to go send smn to kick some ass, even poor gehrman had to send a letter confirming she killed herself and they could talk about it if they needed more details & recover some of her stuff. Hell Lawrence write the « official letter » to them and he felt so horrible doing it… he really push himself because it would have been worst if the info was leak and if it was not him who informed them of it. He knew they wouldn’t take it well in all cases…it pained him at the time..)

But really I am conflicted with Logarius being either quite a crazy psycho at the point of the Cainhurst massacre (bro literally bath in Vilebloods blood depending the translation like wtf and could have killed children ahhhh) and actually « it’s for the greater good » but worst and than Laurence.

Basically Alfred loosing it but always calm and composed. So not like Alfred loosing it. But could maybe do the same thing (that mean crushing people. But not laughing like a maniac? Oh idk…)

Also the bastard! You see how Cainhurst seem to have been taken by surprised? (How did they get in it’s a freaking fortress?!) Well I don’t have the detailed yet but I guess they invited Logarius to reconcile/peace or they didn’t know he was the LEADER of the executioners but he went to found some secret paths for later or literally open the gates with a few infiltrated persons to everyone else 💀 yeah a total mess.

Also he killed my Cainhurst OCs!!!!! (Yes with his own hands!! Not telling who… for now T_T) Sorry I am emotional just thinking about it ;-; … 😭 hgifbfFHNIhfnvvir WHY

Ok sorry to have sidetrack now Logarius and his relationships with others 🤔 Sorry not gonna be super develop I didn’t thought about it too much.

Well first Logarius and Laurence. I guess he kinda simp- I mean he’s really devoted to Laurence even if our dear Vicar can’t really hold him back his impulsivity… still it’s hm useful at times. But yeah I guess it’s a strong relationship and besides the other executioners the one who mean a lot for Logarius.

Gehrman used to trained and teach stuff on the chalice dungeons to Logarius so they used to have a good relationship. Until after Maria’s death where Gehrman never really move on. Even if the old hunters didn’t agree with the all the Vilebloods ways of doing things he sure dislike more the stuff the executioners were doing. That create some tension and if Gehrman wasn’t « Laurence old friend » he would have been in serious trouble. Well he save lil bloody crow back in the day (the kid was wondering into town and went in front of some executioners or smt 🙄 yeah my friend inspire me for this) and you know he wouldn’t mind repairing Cainhurst weapons ahahah + know to make the difference between people… unlike some…

I guess Logarius & Ludwig had quite a camaraderie perhaps? Idk didn’t really thought of it.

Didn’t really though much of his relationship with Maria I guess it was mostly positive until he began to have a really close minded view on Cainhurst. Maria dislike many things on Cainhurst but she always hate when people can’t make the difference between people and insult every citizens of Cainhurst and her family/roots without distinctions.

Ans I supposed he meet Caryll and the scholars (Mico, Rom etc), for the runes yes but also how pthumerians were, to share history cultural stuff idk

I guess there’s his complicate relationships with Annalise and the rest of Cainhurst, Vilebloods & Maria family… really pass from « this people are my closet « relatives » I guess we could even become family! » To well freaking genocide them 💀

(Ok my friend inspire me again) yeah maybe 5 people/hundred wish he could besides be a good consort or smt lmao XD  Logarius : hm idk I will think of it but I wish to be devoted more to religious you see 🤔 and it’s a lot of responsibility too Annalise : not really thrilled by the idea

And to finish I guess his relationship with other pthumerians could be interesting too 🤔 but I didn’t thought of it much.

Oh he created the wheel weapons too. Why idk but pretty violent. It had similar magic to what the old family of executioners of Cainhurst used (see executioners gloves) The king consort family cough cough. (Yeah Logarius' clan is linked with their ancestry too).

And well that’s it for now. Hope that was ok! Logarius is quite interesting actually and it’s quite a shame we don’t know more. But hey my brain isn’t super fixated on him not like 2-3 of my mutuals lol XD so I don’t mind that much I guess. Plus with what he did euhhh yeah can’t really « like him » like I love some characters. 

But yeah cool boss fight XD I hate it at first he was so hard! (Really the way to go to him is so annoying why ahhhh) but on my ng+ 2 tries! So it’s ok now ^^

Leaving you on the great bloodborne quote :"Acts of goodness are not always wise, and acts of evil are not always foolish. But regardless. We shall always strive to be good."

#bloodborne #bloodborne headcanons #martyr logarius #my asks #anon asks #bloodborne logarius #yeah I had to speak about the timeline in globally oops #also my next ask on cainhurst king could be a bit complementary so cool! #my art #fantomette22art

[bright-and-burning]

got tagged by @albonoooo !! thank u <3

what colour are your eyes?: i have (very mild) heterochromia!! they’re mostly green but my left eye has a little brown stripe :) i guess u could call them hazel (or at least the left one) my mom certainly did for ages idk picture below u decide

(cont under the cut)

tell me about your pets/your dream pet: i (well. my family) have an orange cat and a porgi (pitbull corgi mix [he’s really just a mutt but we’re like 95% sure he’s got corgi in him somehow]). they are the lights of my life and also the goofiest lookin mfs. i’ve posted pics of my cat before but my dog is like. really distinct looking (see: porgi) but i love him so much … ask me for photos of him n u shall receive…

my apartment is pet free unfortunately. but also taking care of another whole ass being is A Lot so. i’m very chill w not having my own rn

share some interesting fact about yourself: i went to a spanish speaking daycare when i was really young (like toddler aged) and then when i was like 7 i invented my own language (as one does) and half the words were just. spanish. my parents spent ages trying to convince me that i did not just come up w the word espagnol . i swear to god. and i was a stubborn know it all kid and i wasn’t gonna believe them on anything without irrefutable proof (and how do u prove that??) so their efforts were largely fruitless LOL

what was the first fandom you were a part of?: for SURE harry potter. 9 year old me had unsupervised internet access and went craaazy

do you have any phobias?: hm. i Really Really Really don’t like things going near my eyes. it was wayyy worse before i started wearing contacts. like someone waving their hands around within three feet of me would freak me out. i do still get like. inescapable visions of pencils being waved around and accidentally put in my eye when i think abt it/when ppl wave pencils around that i have to physically shake out of

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?: YES! texture issues my beloathed… i DESPISE melted cheese. blergh. bad bad vibes. and other funky textured cheeses… i literally just physically shuddered.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time or one after another?: i consciously choose to eat burger first to get protein in. and THEN fries. if burger too hot then i get to eat two (must be even number) fries at a time until it cools enough to eat

winter or summer: summer <3 i love the beach i love the sun i love 6am runs where it’s already 75° i love swimming i love fun festivals. but also summer is a mindset . if it’s 65° in march im walking around in shorts and a tank top and sitting in the sun the entire day

favourite fanfiction tropes: oh gosh… best friends to lovers… idk i read it all baby. also gonna be honest the f1 interpretations of a/b/o are FASCINATING!!! and have really increased the draw by Far for me

are you studying or working? what do you study/is your job?: working! i am a silly little analyst

what is the last country you visited: canada in june to get drunk by the lake for a week <3

what country would you want to move to after retiring?: france… maybe not. but also maybe yeah. idk i don’t have any other strong connections to places, u kno? and i’d like to travel (fingers crossed i Can retire at an age where i can still travel easily lol)

who was your first crush?: gene kelly in singin in the rain and on the town… formative movies for 3y/o me

how did you get into f1 fandom?: web weavings on tumblr + like three random instagram reels (the mclaren wavelength video being the only one i remember lol) + the empty hole unemployment left me with inside = instant obsession

no pressure tag…. @oscarpiastriwdc @ocontraire @crimsonicarus @lafaerie @mecachrome

#tag game

[slytherinbangchan]

Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 3 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, "shy" but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

Inked Dreams Masterlist~ Blog's Masterlist~

[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 3.]

You wake up pretty late on Sunday, but that's not weird taking into account how long you were talking to Jisung on the phone last night. Your heart flutters a bit as you think about it. Can't believe someone as shy as him has entered your life with such a rush. But there's this thing you've noticed about him, he's confident even though he's shy. He can be a blushing mess but still will say what he wants to say, and that makes you feel some kind of way.

Your phone buzzes a bit after dinner and a smile draws on your face as you see Jisung's name on your screen. “No texts tonight?” You answer and he smiles on the other side of the call. “Nah, I wanted to hear noona's voice.” He says, making you blush, but you scoff. “Player~” You say and he just chuckles. “How was your day, noona?” He asks. “Hmm, a bit boring I guess? I slept all morning. What did you do?” You ask as you turn off the tv before heading to your room. “Nothing much... I went to visit Chenle and we played some games... Ah!..” He exclaims by the end of the sentence, then you hear some clattering. “What was that?” You ask, chuckling, and he sighs. “I... dropped some food.” He says and you chuckle again. “Oh, are you making dinner?” You ask. “Mhm, kinda... Actually Chenle gave me some leftovers.” He explains. Oh, Chenle gave him some food, that's cute. From what you learnt in your hours long call last night, they're really close. “Ohh... Should I call later so you can eat now?” You ask. “Mhm? It's fine though. I was the one who called, noona.” He chuckles softly. “I thought you were a bad multitasker.” You tease and he scoffs. “I literally just dropped my food while talking to you.” He points out and you laugh. “Right, see? I believe you.” You say and he scoffs softly as he smiles. “Well, I'm fine with dropping some food... As long as I can listen to noona for a bit longer.”

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“Ugh.” Renjun complains as he checks his schedule for today and you chuckle. “What?” You ask and he sighs. “My head hurts like hell. I think I got a bit sick last Friday.” He clears his throat. “That or I'm still hungover, who knows?” He says and you laugh. “What did you do??” You ask. “We had a party and I fell in the pool, so yeah... It really can be anything.” He explains. “We?? Jisung too?” You ask and he nods. “Yeah, I thought he wouldn't come but he ended up showing up.” He says just as Jisung is entering the shop and you scoff as you smile.

“You went to a party last Friday? Is that why you disappeared?” You ask Jisung right away. “You could have told me.” You laugh and he blushes a bit flustered by the sudden question. “Sorry noona, I wasn't going to go but Chenle hyung insisted so much.” He explains and you narrow your eyes. “Wait...You drank at that party, didn't you? That's why you didn't tell me.” You guess and he nods. “Ah, seriously. No wonder your tongue hurt so much the next day. You're lucky that's all that happened.” You say, then you sigh. “Let me see it.” You ask him and he pouts but you raise your eyebrows and he shows you his tongue. “Hm, it's red but doesn't seem too bad.” You say, softly pushing his mouth shut by his chin with your finger. “Are you mad at me cause I went to Chenle's party, noona?” He asks with puppy eyes, and you scoff as you smile. “Of course not, you dummy. Just be more careful with it, yeah? You could have gotten it infected.” You say as you take out some designs from a binder and Renjun chuckles. “Noona, I think he wants to know if you're jealous.” He says, making Jisung blush. “Ya, hyung...” He says and you blush too. “Aishh, Renjun-ah, don't mess with him like that.” You nag at him and he laughs. “Yees~” He says before leaving to his work station. Your eyes meet Jisung's, who is still blushing, but Seonhui arrives just when he's about to say something, so you both end up just chuckling softly. He shakes his head and moves his hand as if what he was going to say wasn't important and you nod as you smile and leave it there.

“Oof, Jisung, you really have poop hands, huh?” Seonhui asks him, making you chuckle softly as you work on a client's tattoo. You take a quick look at them, Jisung must have dropped something again. He's picking up some suff from the floor as Seonhui rolls her eyes at him. “Such huge hands and you don't know how to use them.” She keeps complaining and he huffs loudly. “Hey, stop it, we have clients here.” You say and they apologize. You chuckle as you shake your head and apologize to the girl you're tattooing too. They're actually cute. You don't want to nag at them but you have to. Also, you really don't want Jisung to feel bad for being clumsy like that.

You see your last client of the day finally leave the shop and sigh as Jisung sanitizes your tattoo equipment. “So tired.” You complain as you stretch a little and he simply smiles at you sweetely, but you can see he's exhausted too. He looks so soft. It makes your heart flutter.

Having him this close definitely feels different after all the time you spent on the phone this weekend.

You ruffle his hair as he keeps working, lingering a bit as you think about how bad you want to lie next to him and just listen to his voice as he talks about random stuff. Then, Chenle comes to mind as you think about that party Jisung went to, and you wonder if you'd have seen him in the shop sometime but forgot about his face. You're sure you've heard his name before though, more than sure actually, since he's part of the guys's group of friends too.

You sigh as you distractedly keep playing with Jisung's hair, and he rests his head on your waist, awakening some butterflies in your stomach as he softly grunts out of tiredness and his sleepy voice comes back to your thoughts again.

Your eyes wander a bit around the shop, still lost in your thoughts until you notice Seonhui staring at you, which makes you snap out of it and leave Jisung's hair alone as you lightly blush. Then you go find Renjun at his station. “Hey, so... You still up for those drinks?” You ask, leaning on his table. Your cheeks still red from what just happened. “Sure.” He says without looking at you and your eyes move to the guy sitting behind him. “Hi, noona.” He says and you blush even more. “Oh, Jaemin... I didn't realize you were here.” Okay, you do know this friend of Renjun for sure. “Mhm, I had something to talk about with Renjunnie.” He says as he sweetely combs Junnie's hair back with his fingers and Junn blushes lightly at his action, then clicks his tongue. “Jaemin-ah, I have to finish this.” He softly nags at him, not taking his eyes off what he's drawing but Jaemin just smiles. “Mhm, I see~ I'll leave you alone.” He chuckles. “Can I take the car then?” He asks in a sweet tone as he attentively looks at Renjun. “Yeah, I'll sleep at Jisung's.” Junnie says, finally looking at him and Jaemin pouts making Renjun chuckle softly. “Jaemin-ah, it's fine. Just update me about what happens, yeah?” He asks him and Jaemin nods, caressing Junnies cheek. He stares at him until Renjun starts blushing again, then Jaemin smiles and sighs as he stands up. “Okay, I'll text you later Junn-ah.” He says and Renjun smiles, still focussed on his drawing. “Mhm~”

“Unnie~” Seonhui calls you as soon as Jaemin leaves. “Are you guys drinking tonight? Is it okay if I go too?” She asks and you look at Renjun. “I mean... Jisung is coming too.” He says. “He is?” You ask as you chuckle and he smiles. “Yeah, as I said I'm sleeping at his house. I'm also pretty sure he'd be all sulky if we don't take him with us too.” He says, chuckling softly as he smirks, and you scoff as you smile then look at Seonhui. “Okay, yeah, why not?” You tell her and she jumps a little before hugging you. “Where's Jisung anyway?” Renjun asks. “I think he's taking out the trash.” You say after you take a look around and Seonhui confirms it. “I see, well, I guess I'll be wrapping up then and we can leave when he's back.”

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“Are we all drinking soju?” Renjun asks and everyone nods. “You can't drink, Jisung-ah.” Junn tells him as he chuckles and Jisung sighs. “I drank on Friday night though and it was much more dangerous then? Also I had to lick salt from other people's bodies?” He says and you gasp. “Omg, how are you alive?” You ask as you chuckle and he chuckles too. “I was too drunk for it to actually hurt.” He explains and you shake your head in disapproval but can't help laughing. “Pain is not what I was worried about...” You laugh. “Like, wow... You must be indestructible, there's no other explanation.” You say and Seonhui scoffs. “Or he's the luckiest guy in the world, his tongue should have fallen out by now if what he says is true.” She says and you agree. “Whatever, he's fine, I'm sad. Let's drink.” Renjun says, ending that conversation, and you all take your first shot of the night.

5 Soju shots later~ (For you)

“Okay, unnie, I've got a dare!” Seonhui exclaims after her 7th shot. “Yeah? Okay, go ahead.” You say and she giggles. “I dare unnie to peck oppa's lips~” She says, making you and Renjun scoff at the same time. Why do people always assume that there's something going on between you two? The amount of times someone would dare you two to kiss eachother while drinking is ridiculous. “Sure.” You say and Junnie shakes his head as you both come closer. “Here we go again.” He says, making you smile before quickly pecking your lips and taking another shot after. His phone buzzes a couple minutes after that, and his expression changes to a slightly worried one. “I should go.” He says, calmly throwing some cash at the table before standing up. Your heart beating a bit faster seeing his face after the text. “Renjun...” You call him. “Hyung...” Jisung too. “It's okay, I'll see you tomorrow.” He says but you all look pretty worried. “Agh, I promise. It's nothing.” He says, then he whispers something at you. “Okay.” You say, a bit less worried now, but a bit bummed you didn't get to talk about what you were supposed to talk about.

You take another shot as you all silently watch him go. “He's really okay guys. Don't worry.” You soothe them, pouring some more soju, and they finally let go after a bit.

Another 5 shots later~

“I'm gonna go outside for a minute.” Seonhui announces, checking her phone after her 12th shot and you simply nod, then watch Jisung move to sit closer to you. “Hey~” You sweetely say and he smiles. “Hey.” His body is touching yours now, making your heart beat faster with just that. “I'm guessing we won't be watching any movie tonight, right?” He asks and you chuckle. “Yeah, too much soju.” You say and he nods as he chuckles too. “Mhm, tomorrow then.” He says as his hand finds yours under the table, making your heart skip a beat as you blush lightly. “Unnie!!” Seonhui calls you, startling you and Jisung, and you both let go of your hands. “Y-Yes?” You reply, noticing someone new is standing next to her. “This is my girlfriend, Sarang.” She says and Jisung chuckles softly, happy to know that's the only reason she called you out. “Oh, hi, nice to meet you.�� You say and Jisung nods. “Nice to meet you.” He says too and Sarang introduces herself again. “Okaay! Let's keep drinking!!” Seonhui happily says as she lightly pushes her girlfriend so she sits down.

3 Shots later~

“I don't think I know where my house is anymore.” You say as you drink a last shot and the others chuckle. “It's okay noona, I do know.” Jisung says and you scoff as you smile. “No, you don't.” You tell him, making everyone chuckle again. “No, I don't.” He admits. “It's okay guys, you can stay at my place.” Sarang says and Seonhui quickly agrees. “Yeah she lives like five minutes from here.” She adds as Sarang nods. “It's not like I'm not tipsy, but you were all already kinda drunk when I arrived so... Maybe we should just go now.” She says as she chuckles and you all agree.

Seonhui is practically asleep already when you reach Sarang's house, but no wonder, she drank more than any of you and you're kinda impressed by it, to be honest.

She's leaning on Jisung as Sarang opens the door. “Cute.” You say as you poke Seonhui's cheek and Jisung pouts making you chuckle softly. “You're cute too.” You say, softly pinching his cheek, and he gives you the cutest eye smile. “Come in~” Sarang says, leading the way.

Her house is big compared to others in the city. You have to stop a couple times to get Jisung who got distracted staring at random stuff on your way to the guest room, so you end up just holding his hand so he won't get lost. “You guys can sleep here, there's only one bed though.” She says. “And there was only one bed~” Seonhui teases, coming back from her stupor just to point that out, making you all chuckle. Then she announces she's going to bed herself before walking away. “Okay, well. There's blankets in the closet in case one of you wants to sleep in the living room instead.” Sarang explains and you and Jisung nod. “Good night then guys~ Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She asks and you both thank her before she leaves the room.

There's a bit of a silence while you both stare at the bed before you realize you're still holding hands. “Oh... Sorry... You kept getting away...” You explain, letting his hand go and he chuckles, holding your hand back, lacing his fingers with yours. “I still could, noona.” He says and you scoff as you smile. “Right.” You say. Then you stare at him for a second before you pull from his arm softly so he leans over a bit. “You have something in your hair” You say, taking it off carefully as he watches you, and your eyes drift to his lips for a moment. He notices and smiles softly before coming closer, but you smirk and stop him with just a finger on his lips. “No kissing, remember?” You say before letting his hand go and turning around to get into bed. He tilts his head, confusedly watching you walk away as he bites on his labret. “Come here, dummy.” You call him, patting the bed so he'd join you and he sighs before walking over and getting into bed.

“Hey, you can sleep in the living room if you want.” You chuckle and he scoffs as he smiles. “You know I don't want to do that, noona.” He says, lying on his side right next to you. “You look bummed though.” You chuckle softly and he rolls his eyes as he bites a smile back. “Yeah, I'm kinda regretting getting my tongue pierced.” He says, making you laugh again. “Mhm, I'm kinda hating on you for it too.” You say and he scoffs again. “You could have stopped me.” He smiles and you bite your lips not to smile too. “I asked if you were sure~” You say and he silently gasps, making you giggle. “So that's what you meant when you asked...” He chuckles. “Yeah. I thought you may had someone you'd like to kiss.” You say and he smiles softly, looking down for your hand to hold. “I do.” He says, distractedly playing with your fingers before shyly looking at you.

You pull from him and he scooches closer. He softly brushes his nose against yours and you smile as he looks at your lips and then your eyes. “We can't.” You whisper and he nods. “I know.” He says in the same tone before ghosting his lips over yours. You can feel your heart racing everytime his lips slightly touch yours. God, you really want to kiss him. “Jisung...” You whine in yearning as his nose and lips caress your skin from the back of your ear to your neck, and his huge hands find a way to get under your shirt, resting on your waist for now. “Mhm?” He distractedly says before leaving a sweet bite on your shoulder to later kiss it. Your heart flutters as you softly tug from his hair while he pepper kisses your collarbone up to your neck.

What did you want to ask him? You don't even remember... He's unbuttoning your shirt now as you blush under his eyes, just enough to reveal your cleavage. “So pretty. Did you wear this for me, noona?” He teasingly asks as he lightly tugs from your lace bra, and you blush profusely as you purse your lips.

Cause he is right. You didn't actually think he'd get to see it tonight but... He is, indeed, absolutely right.

He chuckles softly at your silence and your rose cheeks, then leans over to peck your nose. “I love it.” He says and you look away, still blushing. “Mhm...” You say and he giggles as his hand distractedly finds his way back to your waist. “Are you shy, noona?” He asks and you scoff as you smile. “Ughh, stoop! Where is all this confidence of yours coming from?” You finally ask as you chuckle, jokingly pushing him away, and he smirks but blushes. “I don't know... Guess I'm just trying to distract myself from how bad I want to kiss you.” He confesses, a bit more nervous now that you've mentioned how shameless he was being, but making you blush lightly too with his answer anyway.

See? He can be shy (or not), but he'll say what he wants to say in any case.

You nod and comb his hair with your fingers before he tries to hide going back to nibble on your neck. But you cup his face with one of your hands so he looks at you instead. He rubs his cheek on your hand like a little cat before kissing it, and you smile at his cuteness. “What?” He asks, blushing lightly, and you chuckle softly. “Nothing, I... Really want to kiss you too.” You say and he gets immediately flustered. “Oof, don't say that.” He chuckles. “Why?” You ask and he sighs, unable to erase that smirk from his face. “Cause, I'll just give up and kiss you.” He says. “Noo, you can't do that. Your tongue will get infected and die.” You giggle and he scoffs as he smiles. “I don't care. Noona wants to kiss me. It's a big deal.” He says, making you smile. “Oh, is it? You like me that much? I hadn't noticed.” You teasingly say, and he rolls his eyes at you as he smiles. “I wasn't trying to hide it anyway.” He says, leaning over you, his lips so close to yours. “Yeah, like... At all.” You say, brushing your nose against his before you giggle and he rolls his eyes again. “Stop teasing me, noona... I get it, I was super obvious.” He says, unable to hide a smile, but you just chuckle at how adorable he is and he pouts a bit embarrassed. “Okay, I understand.” You say as you sweetely caress his cheek, but he keeps pouting. “It's okay... I like you a lot too.” You say before pecking his forehead as he blushes. "And I don't think I was so good at hiding it either." You say and he finally giggles. "You were good enough." He says before brushing his nose against yours and you chuckle softly. "Yeah?" You ask. "Mhm!" he exclaims, ghosting his lips over yours and you can't help but chasing them for a second before you stop yourself.

His eyes drift from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes again as your heart beats faster. There's too many thoughts going through your head right now. “Noona...” He suddenly calls you, taking you back to Earth as his lips come even closer. Awakening once again the butterflies in your stomach. “Just... A goodnight kiss.” He says, just centimeters away from your lips, and you can feel the heat growing inside you. “Please.” He begs, making your heart race. Why does he have to ask like that? He sounds so desperate, it makes you feel stuff.

His hand grasping on your waist once again, eagerly pulling you closer. You bite your lower lip as you try to keep inside the rush of sensations and emotions you're feeling right now. “Noona...” He calls again as his hand climbs a little higher. “Ah~ Okay..” You say, giving up almost in a moan, and he doesn't wait another minute to meet your lips. Breathing you in while he's at it.

Your heart skips a beat as he opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, and you use the entirety of your will to pull away from that kiss. “J-Jisung...” You call him, kinda breathless, but he simply looks at you a bit confused, catching up his breath too. Guess your hearts were really racing just now and you still have to catch up. “Ah... Sorry.” He apologizes and you tilt your head. “I really forgot about why we can't kiss for a moment.” He chuckles softly, pulling a smile out of you too. “Are you serious?” You ask and he nods. “I don't believe you one bit.” You laugh and he does too. “Okay, maybe I didn't forget. But you were the one to chase my lips anyway.” He admits and you bite your lip not to smile as you roll your eyes at him. “You really want your tongue to get infected, huh?” You ask and he chuckles as he shakes his head. “You're just a bit like a drug noona. I want your kisses even if they're bad for me right now.” He explains and you scoff. “What am I supposed to say to that?” You ask and he laughs again. “That you'll kiss me anyway so I don't suffer from withdrawal.” He says. “I won't!” You chuckle and he pouts for a second before talking normally again. “Ya, ya~ Wait. Hear me out, noona.” He says and you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for what he has to say. “There's going to be a lot of pouting happening if I don't get goodnight kisses from now on.” He says and you can't help but chuckle. “Is that so?” You ask and he nods. “So you can't take those away from me.” He adds. You think about it for a second then sigh and caress his cheek. “Okay. I'll kiss you good night before saying good bye every night.” “And hello.” He demands and you chuckle. “Jisung, of course you can kiss me hello too." You giggle."As long as they're pecks it's fine, okay? You just can't use your tongue, dummy.” You explain and he chuckles. “I know, I'm sorry for earlier. I'll be good from now on noona, I promise.” He says and you sigh. “Okay, I believe you.” You say and he smiles. “Maybe you should kiss me just to prove to me that you can be good, though.” You tell him and he scoffs as he smiles but he comes closer. “Mhm, I'll take my goodnight kiss now, then.” He says as he leans over and you nod before meeting his lips. “I want mine too.” You say, kissing him again and he smiles on the kiss. “Guess you're kind of a drug to me too.” You whisper, making him chuckle softly. “Mhm~” He says, and you can just tell how happy he is right now. So cute. “Night Jisungie.” You say, pecking his lips once again, and he sweetely brushes his nose against yours before kissing you a last time. “Night noona. Sleep well.” Chap 2🐹......Chap4🐹

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[technovillain]

post game loboto how quickly do you think oleander or the others find him after he makes a break outta the motherlobe to find his supposed child (and subsequently do you think he has a kid for real or was he just fuckin with raz)

UM so...was thinking about this and I think it would be funny if it went like.

Raz has been through like an unthinkable amount of like. stuff. in the past week and he um, kind of forgot about Loboto leaving, at least for a little bit! (Considering the fact that he just lets him go and you can continue to play the postgame after that.) So I think that Raz absolutely just took him at his word and let him go and just forgot to notify anyone because he had a billion other things on his plate.

I think definitely within the day Sasha goes to return to his lab, sees. Nothing. And is just like "There are notably less dentists in this room than there should be" and starts to freak out and heads to the Nerve Center and tries to subtly explain the situation without drawing too much attention to himself so he doesn't seem neglectful. But Oleander hears and starts hollering about it immediately because of course he does! (He had plans to go and talk to him after the whole mole thing died down -- he didn't want to seem suspicious and was going through a lot when he got rejected by Hollis)

They review the security footage and see Loboto exiting through the secret tunnel system and .... Raz just letting him go? Sasha is just thinking like "Damn it, how many times do I have to have the 'I expect more from you when it comes to important things like this' talk with Raz this week?" (Forgetting that he only met him this week.) (Forgetting also that he's literally 10 years old.)

So they talk to Raz who is just sort of like "Oh...yeah...I meant to tell you. He said he's a reformed man and he seemed like he really meant it, so I let him go-- It felt wrong to try and keep him like a prisoner." And some of the adults get understandably frustrated because it could mean a dangerous man was on the loose but others (like Milla) believe Raz for trusting Loboto's word on the subject.

Speaking of Milla, I think that Milla would think about the fact that Loboto mentioned that he had a kid on the way out. I'm pretty sure that once the mental construct dissolved in his mind and the threat of his "Boss" was gone, a lot of Loboto's previous mental blocks would sort of start to break down and he would be able to think more clearly. (Thus, why he would suddenly think clearly enough and care to think about his kid)

I am a huge fan of the "Bobby Zilch is Loboto's kid" theory and can see a lot of ways it would work and a few subtle ways that I'd say it's even hinted at by the first game. In this case, I think that Milla would be able to connect the dots from things that she had learned about the campers. I feel like Milla, being the way that she is and being so empathetic, would have a good idea of what the kids' home situations were like. Bobby had always been a bit of an anomaly in this way, he used to be raised by his grandparents but left them and their mistreatment and had been "taking care" of himself for a short while now. Milla connects the dots of what she put together about Bobby's grandparents, his lack of parents, Loboto's memories of his parents and his strange and dark on-the-nose last name likely not being a real one, the clear resemblance between the two. She considers it as an option.

So I think that Loboto probably saw Bobby when he was removing his brain and was sort of half-aware and like "Hm. You seem so strangely familiar. Oh well, I can process that later, when I've taken over the world." And that Bobby is probably just hanging around the camp still, and doesn't have anywhere else to go. And Loboto goes back to camp to look for him. And that it's probably due to Milla's effective dot-connecting (which is totally a reach but also she's right, so...) that they're able to find Loboto after all of the mess that his absence caused. Sasha probably thinks the whole situation is so stupid lol.

#i end up typing walls of text that make it obvious that i wanna write fanfic but am too perfectionistic to ever refine and finish it dont i #yeah.... #anyways those are my thoughts! #those heads be canoning #caligosto loboto #psychonauts 2 #hcs #asks #.txt

[datastate]

augh. i’m on mobile now so i can’t write out my every detailed thought (though i will probably a longer post on this later with basic descriptions for other people’s refs + for me to reflect on when/if i can draw them out), but the gist of a few of the main scenes in my mind:

- kai: very few personal items that are not clothes or gifts. never buys more food than need be, and always sets up his living space to be something that can easily be repacked and moved elsewhere. if it weren’t for his bedroom and the chidouins’ vase of flowers in the kitchen, you wouldn’t realize anyone even lived in this apartment.

- sara: the chidouins have photos of family hanging up in a lot of places, and mr. chidouin displays a photobook next to his safe on the shelving. their walls are made of dark red wood, having a warm & rich (literal and figurative) feel to it... usual upkeep thanks to kai, but they have a bit of traditional fabric as the table setting + in blankets, and then custom furniture... sara lives at the furthest end of the house, & her window is barred off... but her father gifted her a telescope. and has a desk in her room to focus in evenings so her parents can relax w tv or talking. mr. chidouin has an office on the other end of the house, reinforced soundproofing in these walls. sara has a jewelry box and small music box she keeps in the jewelry box’s drawer.. ahh and so much more.. so much more.  i will leave that for later.

- reko: an apartment that’s generally clean (bc she has friends over often), jackets strewn around near the door (she doesn’t wanna stick her jackets in with her normal clothes, and doesn’t have any other closet really) & her shoes haphazardly shoved into the shoe cabinet (except her boots). with posters plastered up in her room, almost always has a candle set on top of her dresser that’s lit. a camera at her bedside, with cool knives in her drawer. has a slightly elevated bed, with instruments tucked in the section beneath & hidden by her sheets falling over the side of the bed. so on... mostly smaller, random things hanging around to indicate she’s here. she has random notebooks she often forgets she leaves out with sketches/notes/lyrics/people's numbers, it's a fun surprise for later! (read: a friend finds it and asks her what the tagalog means and she is like hm. something management won't like. lemme rewrite this chorus and we can try it)

- shin: family has cats... they mostly stay in his room, & with general cleanliness, he rarely reuses clothes and has his laundry hamper at the end of his bed that the cats climb up to sleep with him at night. family keeps a photobook, but has no photos actually hanging around. shin’s bed is against the wall furthest from the window, which has a (now sunbleached) blanket thrown over it instead of a proper curtain because they went so long without actually getting one that’d keep the sun from peering in and waking him up despite staying up until 4am and wanting to sleep in. whole computer + desk + high quality speakers in his room with a specified drawer of labeled hard drives. very clean; despite wavering energy, he sanitizes & replaces his sheets at least once every two weeks.

- keiji: went into this a bit earlier, but yeah... unorganized place. dishes on his kitchen counters instead of cupboards, which just contributes to ingredients being in the living room of all places; has a chair in his room w clothes that aren’t dirty enough to warrant cleaning yet; tools he idly messes with & mail he has to read just tend to pile up wherever he tried settling down to work with it... mostly struggles to manage repetitive menial things on his own.

- kanna: so so many flower & other plants :] has a large tree just outside her window that she used to fantasize of crawling out of her window and climbing down. names plants, though kugie struggles to keep up. has a lot of sketches of plants scattered around because kugie keeps forgetting to buy a folder for her to put them in so they aren’t all over their dresser & the floor, but keeps her plant pattern-pressing book on her at almost all times, otherwise it’s in their shared bedside drawer. kanna is the one who likes changing sheets & finds putting on bedsheets enriching... theey have a full body mirror that the kizuchis’ grandfather made that kanna stuck so many stickers on when she was younger. kugie keeps her backpack next to her bed, in-between the table drawer; kanna has hers hanging on the foot of her bed..

+ more later...ahhi’m. so asleep. goodnigh

#i repeated myself w the last two augghg...!! it's fine.. i hope you enjoy nonetheless... #they are so distinct in my mind's eye... reflecting so many things about eachperson in the most subtle ways #jestersvaguely #yttdposting #long post

[queenofcats17]

So, Pistachi0 did an amazing follow-up to this drawing and I had to write it. This also held some inspiration

This is basically just “Gordon has a whole lot of gay thoughts about Benrey and Tommy”.

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Gordon thought of Tommy as a very normal person. 

Okay, well, normal was relative when it came to the Science Team.

Yes, Tommy had made an immortal dog, regularly had soda for lunch, and had a weird alien god as a father, but Gordon still considered him to generally be a normal person. Tommy made sure to budget out his expenses every month, did his taxes on time, made sure he was on time for work, had a healthy interest in his work and hobbies, and took excellent care of Sunkist. As far as Gordon knew, Tommy’s favorite past-time was watching reality dating shows at home with Sunkist and researching Beyblade lore.

To Gordon, Tommy seemed like a normal, responsible adult.

But, he had to admit, he hadn’t known Tommy all that long. Sure, he’d seen Tommy around the facility before, but the two of them had only started talking about a year ago. Benrey had known Tommy for literal years, a fact he often used to tease Gordon. Gordon would be lying if he said it didn’t bother him a little. He did want to know more about Tommy, he just didn’t want to come off too pushy.

“Just ask him,” Benrey had said when Gordon had brought it up to him at lunch. “It’s not a big deal.”

“But I don’t want him to think I’m pushy or nosy,” Gordon insisted, stirring his lasagna.

Benrey blew a raspberry. “You’re overthinking it. Just ask him stuff.”

Gordon knew Benrey had a point, frustrating as his response had been. Still, though, he just couldn’t get over his fear. Friendships could be hard, and he didn’t want to drive Tommy away.

Thankfully, he was given an opportunity to learn more about Tommy one day when he was helping Tommy clean out his attic. Tommy had mentioned offhandedly the day before that he was thinking of cleaning out his attic because it was getting a bit cluttered, and Gordon had offered to give him a hand with it. Partially because he genuinely wanted to help his friend and partially because he wanted to learn more about Tommy.

“Thank you both so much!” Tommy said as he brought down the ladder up to the attic. “I’m really- I really appreciate your help. This will be so much easier with, uh, with three of us!”

Yes, that was right, Benrey had come to help too. Gordon didn’t actually mind Benrey’s presence all that much, but it was kind of fun to play up his irritation. They had a banter.

“Well, you’re our friend,” Gordon replied, hands on his hips. “We want to help you!”

“Yeah, dude,” Benrey agreed. “Bros help bros.”

Tommy beamed at both of them before clambering up the ladder, leaving Benrey and Gordon in the hallway.

“You first, man.” Gordon gestured at the ladder.

Benrey blinked, staring at Gordon for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face. “Why, uh, why do you want me to go first? You wanna...Wanna stare at my ass?”

Gordon immediately went red, turning away and starting up the ladder. “Nevermind! I’m going first!”

He could hear Benrey cackling from below as he entered the attic.

“Are you alright?” Tommy asked, noting Gordon’s flushed cheeks and tense posture.

“I’m fine!” Gordon said quickly. “Where do you want me?”

“Oh, just, uh, just pick a box.” Tommy gestured vaguely at the boxes around them. “I can- I can tell you if it seems worth keeping.”

“Okay.” Gordon began to look around.

The attic wasn’t quite as cluttered as he’d thought it would be. There were boxes everywhere, but they didn’t take up all available space, and the space wasn’t all that dusty either. A lot of the boxes seemed to have books or lab equipment in them. A few had sports equipment poking out of them. The one that Gordon was drawn to, though, was small and closed. Written on the side in permanent marker was, “college”.

“Hey, what’s this?” Gordon asked, kneeling in front of the box.

“Hm?” Tommy looked up from pulling Benrey into the attic. “Oh! That’s, uh, that’s some of my stuff from college!”

“Can I...look at it?” Gordon couldn’t help but feel a bit sheepish asking that. Was it weird to want to look at Tommy’s old college stuff? It wasn’t, right? He wasn’t overstepping any boundaries, right?

“Oh, sure!” Tommy nodded, returning his attention to Benrey, who was pulled onto the dusty floor.

Gordon turned back to the box, gingerly opening it. The first thing he saw was a yellow t-shirt, the yellow almost white due to how faded it was. Lifting it revealed the sleeves were cut off, leaving ragged edges. Underneath the t-shirt was a red tie and a pair of beaten-up black jeans that had holes over the knees.

“What is this stuff?” Gordon murmured.

“Oh, that’s from when I was in a band,” Tommy answered, coming over to stand behind Gordon.

“You were in a band?” Gordon’s eyes went wide.

“Yeah! He was the absolute coolest!” Benrey popped up beside Gordon, starting to rummage in the box.

“Oh, I, uh, I don’t know about that,” Tommy laughed sheepishly, his cheeks going a bit pink. “The band was- It was pretty fun, though. I had a lot of fun.”

Gordon opened and closed his mouth a few times as he tried to process this information. He could kind of imagine Tommy in a band, but the sort of band he imagined Tommy in did not fit the aesthetic of these clothes. These clothes seemed like they’d be for some kind of punk band. And Gordon couldn’t imagine Tommy as a punk. He was just so...pleasant and professional.

“Ha! Found it!” Benrey proclaimed, triumphantly holding up a framed picture. He proudly held it in front of his chest, letting Gordon see what it was a picture of. His brain practically short-circuited once he did, however.

The photo was of a much younger Tommy, maybe in his early 20s, standing with one foot on an amp. He was dressed in a yellow sleeveless t-shirt, red tie, and ripped black jeans, along with leather bracelets and heavy leather boots. His hair was a bit longer than Gordon was used to seeing on Tommy. It gave him a slightly wild look. He wore black makeup around his eyes, which made the yellow of his pupils stand out even more, and had black painted nails. The younger Tommy held a microphone clenched in one hand and stared defiantly at the camera with an intense, angry expression that Gordon had never seen on Tommy’s face before.

“This! This is you!” Benrey insisted, shoving the photograph at Tommy. “You’re not a scientist, Tommy! You’re the bloodsucking incubus from Maggot Death! That’s the real you!”

“Benrey, I’m not a Satanic sex god anymore,” Tommy said with a patient tone that indicated this was not the first time he’d had this conversation. “That was a long time ago.”

Gordon’s brain was currently imploding. Because, okay, for starters, Tommy had been a punk?! Or...no...metal maybe? Maggot Death sounded more like a metal thing. So did the Satanic sex god part. Either way, it was so different from the image Gordon had in his head of Tommy. He thought of Tommy as incredibly pleasant and normal. Second of all, Satanic sex god Tommy was hot. Gordon had thought he knew was he was into. Apparently, he did not. There was just something so...captivating about the fierceness in Tommy’s expression. Gordon couldn’t stop imagining Tommy dressed like that, pinning him up against the wall and asking what a prep like him was doing in a place like this.

...Oh God why was he into this?

He tried to tune back into Tommy and Benrey’s conversation to distract himself.

“You were so cool, man!” Benrey was whining. “You should dress like this more! No one would fuck with you then!”

“It’d be pretty inappropriate to dress like that at work,” Tommy said with a laugh.

“Then do it outside of work!” Benrey insisted. Suddenly, his eyes went wide and he grabbed at Tommy’s arm, starting to bounce up and down. “Tommy. Tommy! We should get the band back together!!”

“Get the band back together?” Tommy echoed, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah! Yeah!!” Benrey nodded enthusiastically. “You, me, Gordo, maybe Darnold or the Boomers. It’d be great!”

“I do miss performing,” Tommy admitted.

Okay, well, now Gordon was imagining Tommy and Benrey in metal outfits and his brain was short-circuiting again.

“Gordon! Gordon!” Benrey had turned and was now shaking Gordon. “You gotta join a band with us!”

“I...Uh...” Gordon’s brain was currently too full to string together proper sentences and also Benrey’s zip-up hoodie was slipping down his shoulder to reveal electric green tattoos on his upper arm, which was just making his brain short-circuit even more. How had he not seen that Benrey had tattoos before?!

“Pleeeeaaaaasssseee?” Benrey begged, batting his eyelashes.

“It would be- It’d be so fun to have you on board!” Tommy agreed.

“Okay.” Gordon managed to squeak out.

“Fuck yeah, man!” Benrey immediately hugged Gordon. “This is gonna be so great, dude!”

“I should get out some of my old records!” Tommy scrambled to his feet. “So you’ll- you’ll know what our sound will be like!”

Gordon couldn’t help but laugh weakly. He had no idea what he was getting into. But, at least he was getting into it with people he cared about.

#hlvrai #fanfiction

[thatoneguy031]

Considering you went into my asks figured I should return the favor!

How are you doing (in character and out of character), any spooky Halloween plans?

[OOC: I suppose I should answer this out of character first, since that's the part of me I assume you're most comfortable with.

I'm doing fantastic right now. Although, I don't really have any plans for Halloween. It's not that I don't want to celebrate, it's that... well, I literally can't. I can't go trick-or-treating because of personal reasons, and I'm too broke to get a costume. Never have, probably never can. It's not all bad, though. I still have like, four bags of candy with me, so it's like... yeah.

I'm also working on a few things. This blog, a few drawings (I'm confident in saying everyone's sick of seeing Discord Light Mode Samurott) and avoiding my homework like the Bubonic Plague trying to finish a few games that I'm playing. While listening to the radio during most of it. Fun, isn't it? 'S Not a lot, but it's all good in the neighborhood.

And thanks for checking in, I guess. Not gonna say no one's ever done that before, that'd be a lie, but it happens so rarely that I sorta just... don't know what to talk about when I do get that chance.

But now, I suppose I should get to the ic answer, hm?]

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Hey, a new dude to talk to! You're a pretty funky looking Sharpedo, I like that. Maybe we can be friends in the future!

Just came back from what I can be best describe as a light coma, and I'm... not too sure how to take that. I mean, I feel fine, my head just hurts a little,

MY ARM'S STILL STUCK IN A BLOCK OF ICE,

but I'm fine.

Oh, and I'm trying to work on that whole "dark energy" thing. As a Dark-type, you probably understand what it's like, right? But I'm getting off-topic. Me, Cherry and Mx. Suicune are going to this one party in... Opelucid, I think? And I have a costume ready, too! Two, actually, both from some of my favorite shows!

And it's gonna be Mx. Suicune's first year celebrating Halloween, too! Apparently, they've never heard of the holiday before. I wanna make sure it's perfect for them! I even got a costume just for them! And we're already making plans on leaving Unova, too! We'll probably be back in a few months, but I want to explore the world, y'know?

I hope we can talk more in the future... Henarten? You even have a name that sounds like a nickname, that's so cool!

#guy rambles #I should really make an ooc tag #<- first time in months I've used both of these tags at the same time #pokemon #pkmn irl #samurott #pokeblogging #ask #answered #henarten #ooc: sorry if what I'm doing isn't very interesting. I sorta just don't have a lot of freedom in what I do. y'know? #ooc: But really though. Thanks for asking about what I'm doing

[meoproject]

I'd say I've been thinking about vampires lately, but that would be misleading because I always think about vampires. Like vampires. All kinds of vampires. Vampire vampire vampire.

Either way, I needed to draw some personal art and wanted to try some brushes, so I drew them. Vlad and Yuzuki. Vampires, as you can probably guess.

They're. Hm. They're like those two guys who just hang around together. On public, they have a very peculiar dynamic of Yuzuki seemingly being the more extroverted, talkative, even annoying Vlad, and Vlad is silent, more serious, even cold, and there to just keep Yuzuki in check. That's not… really true, of course, not fully. No one really knows how they met the first time. Those who know slightly more than nothing are aware that they met soon after Yuzuki was Turned in the late sixties, but he most certainly is not the person who turned her. They've been seen traveling together ever since, leading into a decades of "will they or won't" guessing from other vampires who know them.

(and yeah, they do. eventually.)

As mentioned before, Yuzuki was turned into a vampire in the late sixties, and the exact details of her turning are not known to people other than her and Vlad, and presumably to the person who turned her. She generally doesn't talk about the experience (and needless to say, Vlad doesn't either), and there is some tasteless speculation about it going on. Yuzuki generally has an aura of someone who knows more than they let on - and she often does - and she has a playful, energetic personality to her. She generally enjoys teasing Vlad in general, and is always dragging him towards new things. Apart from general vampire abilities, she can assume the form of the last person whose blood she has tasted, humans and vampires generally. This actually makes her less popular in many vampire circles, because she has the potential of being extremely good at espionage.

Vlad was born in some corner of the Russian Empire in the latter half of 18th century. He went through quite a bit during his life, and worked as a soldier, until deserting and dying from cold and wounds caused by an attack by a hungry pack of wolves. Before his death, he was found by a Certain Weird Traveler, a very powerful vampire (another character of mine who I haven't drawn for like 15 years, oops), who decided to attempt to turn Vlad on a whim. It worked. The two of them traveled the world for a century or so, before parting ways. Vlad is still considered to be part of the Traveler's troupe when it comes to vampire politics, but they meet relatively rarely these days. Outwardly he is very serious, sometimes lapsing into what can only be called "old man yells at clouds" mindset, but he has a fun side to him -- he does enjoy Yuzuki's company, after all, and willingly goes along with her, even if he complains a bit. Apart from the usual vampire abilities, Vlad can turn into a wolf (just a regular wolf) and if receiving a deadly wound he will break into a group of rats. If even one of the rats escapes, he can, eventually, resurrect. To Vlad's embarrassment,he can't actually converse in Russian. He has never bothered to upgrade his Russian vocabulary or grammar to modern day standard, and most modern-day speakers wouldn't be able to fully understand him. Vlad's also most certainly not his real name, or anything near to it, he chose it literally based on Vlad Țepeș sometimes in the 1990s when pop culture vampires were really poppin' off. He's used other aliases before, too.

Anyway hope you enjoyed my oc lore infodump.

#original character #art #digital art #vampire #project:urban fantasy

[neptunite-stars]

ok i will ramble abt my ocs as promised

so long story short how i thought of them is. i saw the word digital somewhere on a sign and i misread it as digigal so uh. hey can you tell where this is going (no) anyway . so in this world i have created theres like this company called DigiPal that makes robot friends and usually theyre acessible to some extent..? like you can rent one i guess. most use digipals as like temporary friends?? or as caretakers . yeah those exist! they can also be customized for certain tasks / objectives and also visually customized (i literally cannot think of a better way to put that im so sorry) but theyre like REALLY REALLY expensive that way

so ANYWAY this girl. i do not know her name. but on a whim in a depressive spiral she. buys one. and she fully customizes it too. yes this part is important beAR WITH ME ;_; and usually a fully customized digipal takes +3 months to code/manufacture and she wholeheartedly believed shed be in her apartment alone for her indefinite future. i dunno what went thru her brain honestly but i guess she did that. wow im talking about an oc like its not my own character!! so fun! ok yea

so. actually i have no idea how to explain this part. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh BASICALLY the digipal has 2 sets of code- their like example-based programming and an a.i learning type thing. i guess you could think of it like chara.cter ai?? but yeah something with this digipal's a.i got Fucky and basically forced the human manufacturers to give it a more feminine body. ok now do u see where im going with this.

so while this digipal (who calls herself digigal now) is shipped to this girl's apartment, she (the girl) gets a roommate (who i have in my notes as roommate. none of these girls have got names!!!) and by this point which is like 4 months later, the girl is doing better off now that she has her roommate and they help each other its a mutual benefit and also theyre basically dating but neither of them know it !! OK back to digigal who i keep calling digigirl in my head. ive also been calling her digi so. yeah anyway digi arrives in this MASSIVE box and the roommate opens the door to their apartment and is like ??? what the hell is this thing and the girl is liike I CAN EXPLAIN. anyway all 3 of them eventually get into a loving relationship w each other :D!

ok basically my thought process went: digigal -> oh fun! robot girl :) -> what if she was a robot GIRLFRIEND -> wait what if she was trans. wait how do i get to that. -> wait what if she had TWO girlfriends AND HERE WE ARE. ok heres what they look like!! first is digi, second is the roommate, and last one is the girl (i need names for them aaaaaaaaaaaa)

i had a lot of trouble designing the last one but its fine!!! and these are just concept drawings anyway. ok im. how do i end this off. uh. hm. uhhhhh LESBIANS FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#neppy's ocs #<- new tag i guess (i need to remember it aa) #rambles

[badjoy-17]

The Playfellow Crew

Chapter 1, Part 3

She woke up laying in the couch seeing Wally's Puppeteer, beside her. He looks so worried sick about her. "Haven't I told you about not going here?" He handed her a glass of water.

"I was looking for my apple, okay?" She emphasized while holding the back of head still aching from that blow.

"It is a huge responsibility to keep Wally's existence a secret." The puppeteer's claim

"But, what happened to me... What did hit me?" She asked still processing what happened to her.

"The consequences." Wally showed up in the shadows with the apple in his hands petting it like it was a small animal.

Ritzy flinched in the sight of Wally confirming she wasn't dreaming. "But literally, what did hit me?" She asked curiously because that blow really did an effect on her.

Wally and his puppeteer looked at each other drawing each other's gaze to the loose tube fitting that hangs on the collapsed ceiling.

"That needs a serious fixing..." Ritzy points out.

"Well, all this company can afford is this so...." the puppeteer yelped as he brushed his hands to his pants.

"Yeah." The three choruses.

"But why are we hiding his existence?" She looks at Wally with curiousity.

He walked back and forth thinking how he should explain it. "Oh yeah, I forgot you're an immigrant so you don't know what does the government do to oddities like this..." He looks around then leans to Ritzy's ears, "...they are confiscated to dealt in some serious experimentations and I cannot let that happen to him..."

He looks like insane telling that to Ritzy but his eyes at Wally trying to interact with the limp Julie puppet with much empathy begs to differ.

"But how does Wally lives but the rest don't?"

"I, I don't know how... But do you know fairy tales, right? Pinocchio."

"So he just happen to exist for some reason? Isn't he like..." She leans closer to the puppeteer's ear and whispered the words "...possessed or haunted?"

"Did you try to exorcise him?", he pulls out her rosary in his pocket, trying to hold on to the last straw. "That doesn't work on him... he's not a demonic entity"

"I'm scared at the moment, okay? I was in shock when he started talking. I thought he was an engkanto" She took the rosary and looks at it . It was that moment everything she knew was about faith went blank. She look so naive and never been looked so lost.

Wally came close to her and pats her hands cupping the rosary. "Hey Ritzy, it's fine. We're both scared, we didn't understand what's happening at that time... I forgive you."

Tears started to roll over her cheek as Wally really do remind of her daughter, her sweet little Bernice. She sobs as now the puppet she held in arms before come alive before her. "I am really sorry, Wally. This won't happen again, okay?" She comforts him and hugged him like she was talking to a literal child which is funny since Wally is indeed a child in his heart.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm alright...", she wipes her tears, being emotional. "...it's just you remind me of Bernice..."

"Who is she?"

"My daughter."

"You have a child?"

"Where is she?"

"Somewhere far, I had to leave her to my relatives for work."

"Oh, so she's at home!"

"Uhm no, she is not with me here..."

"Of course, she's at home, Silly!" He laughed.

"No... Do you know what immigrant is? An immigrant is a person who moves away from his/her country for some reason. I am an immigrant and my reason is to work here.."

"Oh, so you left her..."

"I'm not proud of it. The last time I saw her is she begging me to don't leave her. But you know... Sometimes you got to sacrifice for the betterment of the rest."

"Isn't that fair?"

"No, it wasn't but I have to... For Bernice.", she curled her lip and embraced Wally."

"Here, you can have the half of it... " Wally offered a half of the apple the puppeteer handed to him since she dropped her half after the blow in her head.

"Thank you, Wally!" She smiled. "So how did you discovered Wally's existence?" She asked the puppeteer.

"Hm? Oh, about that... Just like Pinocchio..."He lazily explained.

"Seems like I can't get alot from you, huh..." She squinted her eyes and chuckled. "So except from me, who knows Wally?"

"Hm... Vicky, Me and You... So that makes us three..."

"You mean... Ms. Victoria Mason?"

"Why you keep calling her 'Ms. Victoria' anyway?" He airquoted.

"It's a sign of respect! Maybe you don't respect her work but I do..."

"Nevermind. Anyway, I'm going to send a memo about your clearance in this room. Now you'll be assigned to take in-charge of the snack here... That includes your apple contract. I'm posting your schedule here so that noone would suspect us." He takes out his tickler and jots down 'Clarita Santos- snack attendant/ video technician.

Ritzy then approached Wally, "Hey there fella have you been reaching out to me before?"

"Oh, about that phone calls? I can't sleep at night so I tried reaching out to you. You look like has a lot of stories to tell so I'm trying to call you." Wally dialed her every night in her first week in PlayFellow.

"That was the roughest week I had, but I'll forgive you." She said with sincerity, because all those time she made a grudge to the puppeteer for the sleep she lose just receiving the call.

"Oh, do you know how to tell time?"

Wally shook his head in dismay.

"Oh, I'll teach you how to tell time."

#welcome home puppet show #welcome home #Wally Darling #wh fanfic

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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