#you just saw my joke post about how much i love dressing up my characters

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I see Furina, Navia, Lynette, and Yae Miko dealing with their S/O who wears a mask all the time and never seen your face before? S/O got hurt badly protecting them and they took S/O mask off and see what S/O looks like and help them.

(Genshin Impact) Furina, Navia, and Lynette with a S/O who wears a mask

This is the way. I'd do Yae but my brain is at maximum capacity writing for the three, so remind me to write Yae later!

POTENTIAL POST-ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS FOR THE FONTAINE CHARACTERS UNDER THE CUT!

Furina had become very used to the sight of her S/O's mask.

It was reminiscent of a theatre mask, fittingly enough. The holes for the eyes were completely black, and there was no expression for the mouth.

No one could identify what S/O was feeling, other than determining it by voice alone.

Many people found it suspicious, but she wasn't one to judge.

Especially since Furina herself wore a metaphorical mask for the past few centuries.

And besides, there were far more suspicious people in Tevyat than the one person just covering their face.

Furina had grown to love S/O since they did the same for her. They cared for the person underneath the facade, and Furina did the same.

During their travels, they had come under attack by rogue Meka and were caught off guard.

Although Furina cannot not die, S/O very much could, and had gotten terribly injured during the skirmish.

===

(Furina) "S/O!"

Furina quickly dispatched the last Meka with her vision, a burst of Hydro sending it tumbling into the waters below in pieces.

S/O had finished off their attackers with a sword bisecting the machine. However, they were breathing heavily and leaning against a nearby rock, sliding down.

The mask betrayed nothing of what they felt, but she could tell they were hurt.

Panic began to set in Furina's head, quickly scrambling to help. Her eyes glowed a bright blue before a familiar appeared next to S/O, healing the worst of their injuries.

(Furina) "S/O, are you okay?!"

Her usual bravado was absent though it was slowly starting to come back when she saw their breathing begin to steady itself.

(S/O) "Could....be worse, thanks."

Furina's hand placed itself onto her chest, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

(Furina) "Thank goodness! Come now, we shall get ourselves some rest and-"

A red stream trickled down S/O's face, coming from underneath the mask and catching her attention.

(Furina) "Your head! Allow me to-"

Furina's hand stopped itself as it quickly reached for their mask. She had never seen S/O without it, and she wasn't sure if they wanted to be seen with it off.

Silently answering her, S/O's hand gently reached up to her arm, and nodding.

(S/O) "Not a word of this to anyone."

Furina gave them a weary smile.

(Furina) "It depends on how handsome/pretty you are, S/O."

Hearing their pained chuckle, Furina slowly took off the mask and saw their face for the first time. She couldn't help but stare for a few seconds before moving to clean the blood from their head.

It scared her so much to see them hurt, but it was also comforting to see them give her a reassuring smile back, and to see those eyes staring back into hers for the first time.

(S/O) "...D-Don't just stare at me like that, Furina."

(Furina) "How could I not? You look incredible, simply marvelous!"

(S/O) "Even with blood gushing out of me?"

(Furina) "Hah, especially so. It makes you look rather dashing."

S/O could tell she was joking, as her hands were still gripping tightly onto theirs from worry.

(S/O) "Once I actually look presentable and not beat up, you can stare all you like."

(Furina) "I will hold you to that. Now, let's get you cleaned up!"

Furina not so subtly stared at S/O on the way back, smiling back when S/O noticed her and broke off eye contact. How cute!

Navia did raise an eyebrow at S/O upon first meeting, but she quickly became accustomed to it.

It's not like she dressed all that subtly herself after all.

And besides, what matters the most about a person is what's on the inside!

And to Navia, S/O was one of the most trustworthy people you could meet, weird mask aside.

She did not pry on their reason for wearing it, only wanting to ask when the time seemed right.

But that time came quicker than she thought after a dangerous encounter with bandits.

===

(Navia) "Feeling lucky?!-"

Her umbrella gun's blast blew away the ground the bandits were standing on, sending them flying back.

After seeing them retreat after dealing with the remaining ruffians, she smirked in satisfaction.

(Navia) "Serves you punks right, now get out of here! Hah! S/O, did you-"

Turning back to brag about her skills to S/O, she suddenly noticed that they weren't responding, and worst of all, they were on the ground with red on their hands.

Navia stopped breathing for a split second before nearly sprinting over to them, quickly lifting them up.

(Navia) "No! No no no, please, no!"

(S/O) "...N-Navia-"

(Navia) "Please, stay with me! I can't lose you too!"

Navia's hand brushed against the side of their head, her eyes welling up with tears as her heart raced.

S/O's hands wiped away the tears from her face before speaking up.

(S/O) "I'll live. They just grazed me. Promise."

(Navia) "Y-You...You better...!"

S/O slowly reached for their mask and took it off to look Navia in the eye. A small amount of blood came from their lips, but they thankfully displayed no signs of bleeding out.

Navia stared wide eyed at the sight of their face, taking it in. This was the first time she had ever seen them with it off, and this was not the time she was expecting to.

(S/O) "S-See? Heh, perfectly fine...OW!"

Navia suddenly grabbed their face, squishing it repeatedly with one hand as she rubbed off the blood with her thumb.

(Navia) "Why...Why in the world did you not take that off sooner?! You're simply breathtaking!"

(S/O) "Becushyewd'dewdis!" (Because you'd do this!)

They could not form the sentence correctly with how Navia's hands were squishing their cheeks together, as if she were squeezing a ball.

S/O gently grabbed Navia's wrist and lifted it off their face, chuckling lightly.

(S/O) "Not that I don't mind your hand on me, but can you at least do so without feeling me up like a toy?"

(Navia) "A-Ah, my apologies! You're hurt as well, so we need to get you to a doctor!"

Throughout the trip, S/O caught Navia taking several glances to examine their face.

Lynette had kept her eye on S/O the moment she heard rumors about a masked individual going around Fontaine.

She had learned to watch out for any signs of danger in a person, especially if it concerned herself or Lyney.

What had shocked her the most was that S/O had displayed no reason to distrust them, other than the mask.

In fact, they were one of the most trusting people she had met, looking into any information about them, nothing about their past was particularly alarming.

So that meant their reasons for wearing the mask was less to conceal an identity and more personal.

The two had gotten to know each other after S/O was found taking care of a few stray cats around the city, both of them quietly enjoying their time.

After that, it became a lunch or two, and a few conversations here and there.

Eventually, it blossomed into something more as the two spent time, neither of them fully revealing everything about their past.

S/O didn't pry, so Lynette didn't either. At least not after she got to know the person behind the mask.

But after S/O had saved her from rather vicious wildlife...

===

S/O and Lynette took a moment to breathe, escaping to higher ground from the creatures attacking them.

(Lynette) "That was too close. S/O, thanks for-"

Her ears turned sideways as she realized there was blood falling from S/O's head.

(Lynette) "You're bleeding! Sit down!"

(S/O) "O-Ow...No need to tell me twice."

S/O almost collapsed before Lynette caught them, slowly making them lean against a nearby rock as she grabbed their mask.

She took it off without thinking and was stunned by seeing their face for the first time.

Her ears immediately straightened up as the words got caught in her throat. Lynette almost forgot what she was doing until seeing the blood trickle down.

S/O made no motion to stop her, only giving her a small smile that made her heart race even faster. After cleaning the injury on their head, she averted her gaze.

(Lynette) "...Sorry. I should have asked first."

(S/O) "You were worried, so you acted. If anything, I'm flattered."

Hearing their voice so clearly was messing with her head. To finally connect their soothing voice to a face was almost unnatural to her. Part of her was convinced that she'd never actually see it, at least not this soon.

(S/O) "You told me quite a bit about yourself and Lyney already, I think it's about time I returned the favor, anyway."

Lynette returned their smile, albeit hers was not as big.

(Lynette) "I suppose that's a fair trade."

She was finally able to look them in the eye for a few seconds before putting the mask back into their hands.

(Lynette) "...You should have that mask off more often."

(S/O) "I'll do that if you promise me you'll do the same...As long as it's only the two of us."

Her ears twitched for a brief moment, processing what they were asking.

She sincerely doubted at this point they were the type to blabber about anything they were told, something she was thankful for.

And if she got to see the true them, maybe that wasn't the most outrageous demand they could make.

Lynette had seen worse deals, anyway.

(Lynette) "Only for the two of us."

S/O responded by holding her hand tightly, and she responded in kind.

(Lynette) "First, we need to get back to the city. I've had enough outdoors for today."

(S/O) "Heh, agreed."

On the way back, Lynette could not keep her eyes off their face and felt a tad disappointed watching them put it back on as they reached civilization again.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #furina x reader #navia x reader #lynette x reader #furina genshin #navia genshin impact #lynette genshin impact

[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x male reader #slasher fandom #slasher fic #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff #bubba sawyer #slasher imagines #slasher community #leatherface #leatherface x reader #leatherface x male reader #bubba sawyer x reader #slasher x reader insert

[alelelesimz]

here are my favorite things i did this year :) thank you for tagging me @madeofcc <3

i was just gonna make a simple post and for some reason i decided to make this whole thing i guess, even features my stupid handwriting lol. everything written above + some more thoughts down below so you don't have to decipher whatever i wrote, also links to everything. thanks for following my messy blog and allowing me to rant about splatoon every other day lmao love u friends

harmony my beloved

i love splatoon ok! i've tried to recreate a few different splatoon characters before but they don't really translate well to sims. however i love how my harmony turned out! she's my fav character in the game and i'm quite proud of this funky little edit :)

leaf carrying a plant she stole

as soon as i saw that pose i knew i had to use it with my girl leaf! simple edit, but very cute <3 i wanna post more about my nymph!!!!!

what is this? a crossover episode????????

bojack horseman is my fav show ever. when i saw the horse pack trailer i KNEW i had to make this silly joke :p i didn't expect it to get so much attention but i'm glad it did! fun facts: 1) i painted bojack's face in game but basically redid the whole thing in photoshop bc sims textures are uh bad. 2) i recolored pc's dress and god i wish i could've made something better lmao. 3) i converted mr. pb's glasses and i SUFFERED. they actually look terrible ingame but ✨photoshop magic✨

this edit of an alien oc that i need to name still

i don't really use alpha hairs but ain't this one cute?! and i love this edit! if you read this give me a name suggestion for this sim please

YES THAT'S HAPPENING

I LOVE JUNO BIRCH!!! i literally need to stop myself from making another juno post every time she posts anything online lol. but that hot dog costume is iconic, what can i say.

sims in the city, baby + everything i made about them

i've been wanting to recreate these guys ever since i joined simblr back in 2019 (jesus christ) and i finally did! i'm very proud of them and happy so many people like them :) i loved this game growing up but none of my friends played it, so it's really cool to see more people who played it too!

also, that roxanna moxie lookbook i did? peak fashion

GRAP3FRUIT!

these guys!!!!!!!!! i really wanted to make a silly little band since forever and kari's edgewave fest finally pushed me to make them and I LOVE THEM! i can't wait to keep making more stuff with them babyyyyyyyyaskldjalskhdfklasj

#i'm gonna tag all of this arent i #ts4 #ts4 edit #simblr #sims 4 #tag game #a

[bowandcurtsey]

Can I request just a fluffy headcanon of Nozel's normal day of being a dad of 5 kids, and the husband of a optimistic wife?? Btw, I love you se much!! Been here since the beginning and I am so proud of how far you are right now, I love you and thank your for everything!

YES YOU CANNNNNN

Oh hello Anony hehe (♡˙︶˙♡)

Yes to dad! domestic! Nozel. This is just so cute. Thinking of him having a big family warms my heart.

And what? here from the beginning? Thank you sm.. ily (｡T ω T｡) I'm so blessed for readers like you, I hope you're still here when I post this fic because thank you for waiting for such a long time ♡

I'll make this extra fluffy since it's the last request in my inbox hehe.

Characters: Nozel Silva x F! reader ft. 5 kids

You have no idea how it happened and here you are, with your 5th newborn child. I mean, you always saw yourself having a child or children with Nozel but 5? you never imagined that.

But when the first one came, you both loved him so much, you decided to try for another, and then a third and truth to be told, 4th was kinda and accident and five was... a surprise.

But well, since your husband loved all of them dearly anyway and after the second one you both were already pretty used to everything anyway, so you wouldn't have it any other way.

Your husband never fails to amaze you every single day. How he could juggle all his works and duties AND be there for all of your kids and you, was beyond you.

After your third child was born, you retired as a magic knight and became a full time mother. Nozel was initially a little grumpy he couldn't get to see you at work anymore and a teeny tiny jealous about you being able to be with the kids ALL THE TIME.

but he knew it was for the best and he had 110% confidence in you bring your children up perfectly.

There are days where he doubted himself, wondering if he was enough as a husband and a father to all 5 kids.

Days where the kids start to go through their stages in life and disagree with and disobey their father, and he was really hurt deep down.

Thankfully he married an optimistic wife like you, being his personal cheerleader, confidant, advisor and best friend. Holding him when he needs you and just giving him the love and attention that he needed.

Sometimes you joke that you have 6 kids, Nozel was your first and big baby. hehe, he always acted like he was not, but low key he loved being your baby too.

You love watching your man on a day to day basis honestly. He woke up in wee hours of the morning, and he would get himself ready and then he would slowly wake the schooling kids up.

Slowly calling them, patting them, just being patient with them as they grumbled, cried and snooze until they finally got up.

The servants would help the kids get ready, but Nozel would always insist that they learn how to wash up and dress up themselves. Nozel and you would step in to help if they had any difficulty like buttoning their buttons or tying their laces.

The servants would help do their hair make them breakfast.

Nozel would make it a habit to eat breakfast with you and the kids. Then he would drop them all off at school and he would head to work.

He would also pick them up unless he had to work late or if he was out on a mission. Else Daddy Silva would always be there on his mercury eagle to pick all of them up.

Nozel would make sure that they cleaned up and have a fresh change of clothes before having dinner. And no this dad wouldn't allow the servants to pick up after his kids.

"Put your bag down in your room neatly and get changed." he would gently and sternly tell them.

Being the super smart royal he was, he would help his kids with homework but as they grew older, he would get a professional tutor to come help them.

He would also spend time with the other younger children that didn't have school and play with them for a bit after dinner.

Sometimes it would be doing colouring, or even playing some sports or games, or even a tea party. You were surprised that this royal would sit at the little table with his daughters, sipping "tea"

bedtime was just as chaotic as morning, because your energetic monkeys were harder to get into bed that to get them out of it.

Sometimes Nozel had to give them a little scolding before they would cooperate and behave. But well, daddy always had his way of handling his kids.

After the last child was tucked in, he finally had time to get a quick shower and finally hold and cuddle you, washing all of his stress away. You were like his charger, replenishing all the energy he needed.

Of course you always had to compliment what a good job he's done and that you were always thankful and grateful for him.

On days where he had to work late or had missions that he couldn't come home, he was so worried for you. Before he left he would sternly tell the kids to not give you any trouble, else they would get it from him when he was back.

He would also try to listen to his kids talk, whether it was about something non-sensical or really just something that wouldn't really matter, he would listen and give sincere advices and answers. He respected his children and wanted to be more involved in their childhood in whatever way he could.

During the rest and off days he had, he would always have some kind of plans for the kids. Going to swim, beach day, park day, theme park, museums, whatever you could think off. Every activity is a learning experience for his kids.

He wanted his children to have a memorable childhood partly because of the guilt he felt with Noelle.

And also because he knew that one day they would grow up and they would have their own lives and wouldn't be too keen on having a family day out anymore.

Of course once a month, a day would be reserved just for you only, he would put the kids with aunt Noelle, aunt Nebra and uncle Solid.

Sometimes they go to the Vermillion household or sometimes he would enroll the kids in summer camp. Well partly because he wants the kids to be strong and learn to be independent and another part because he knew you both needed a break.

Thinking about all the things he's doing in 24 hours makes you admire your husband greatly and you would always remember to tell him. Once in a blue moon, you would send all the kids away and just let him have a rest day and you'd treat him like he was king.

You have no regrets having a big family with this man but if anyone asks about child number 6.. you'd tell them you're good with this, although you know your man would not object.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel imagine #nozel x reader #nozel silva hcs #nozel silva x you #black clover headcanons #black clover imagine #black clover x reader #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover imagines

[alitgblog]

volume vii thoughts

as per usual I have complaints about the missed opportunities of casa

first things first, the casa boys' sprites looked bad to me when I saw that post fusebox made but after playing for like a minute, I was like nah actually they're quite fine. However, prettiest sprites they're competing with are Jin, Claudia, Oakley, Tyler, and Bea so the competition is rough. Also idk something is throwing me off with Shawn and especially Kyle's face shapes.

I think last post I made I said Hari at least got more of a chance than Tyler, but scratch that actually, it feels like they got the same chance because suddenly we're in casa and hardly any mention of him, even though he and my MC have kissed a few times already and she hasn't really rejected him fully over Jin yet? Don't know if anyone's in the boat of going all in with Hari but I'm curious what the gameplay is like for them.

So Emel has randomly decided to be annoyed at Oakley again (I'll replay for you next time Oakley 🥺) and it's clearly because the routes are merged now, which is such a shame because I do think Emel and Oakley could've worked it out and become a fun couple to watch on the real show (probably a boring one though that the audience would dump until after the show ended that their real personalities come out on social media and the public like them individually or at least understand why they were together so long). And I know it's not the most in character thing but I so appreciate it not being a complete 180 for the sake of plot because I'm trying to imagine this with all the couples given what I know about them from my playthrough and Emel/Oakley always have problems because she's uptight and wants more dramatics in their romance and he's chill so any little thing he ends up doing sets her off, sure, I can buy that Emel is a little delusional. Then Luna/Jin would have problems because Luna is less extroverted than Jin, serious, and irritable (which honestly, relatable) and so Jin does things for a laugh and she doesn't get it. So maybe he didn't wink at Bea or did it as a joke because he's being cheeky and she takes it as flirting and starts an argument. And from my playthrough, Sophie and Jack always feel like they're looking for an argument so that checks out too. It's not perfect, but I can feasibly see how one could justify this plot point.

absolutely living for flirting with Claudia in casa

pet peeve subjective raunchy races is back 😠 at least a couple of them are better, like they did have oldest boy in there at least. everything else though, I don't care that much to listen to them argue about who's the most well traveled or stylish.

I love Bea's personality, she's so fun. And tbh, I'm kind of liking her and Liam together. He's forward and she's into it, and it seems like he can keep up with her for now so I'm happy with that couple and I hope it doesn't turn to shit (it probably will).

also pay to win when losers are gonna throw a part anyway ok sure 🙄 I think I've mentioned this before but like personally I think if they're gonna do gem scenes, there has to be a logical ways out of it rather than just MC being like "nah I don't feel like it" and then they lose?? at least for other gem scenes it's like "tell Sophie off 10 gems" or "stay silent" like sure that's fine I guess.

anyway the chats with the boys were actually all pretty fun and short. I, as per usual, have immediately gravitated towards the foodie/chef character but I'll admit I see what y'all are saying about Kyle. Tbh even Max isn't too bad but I'm cautious bc I'm getting Eddie vibes (it's the blond and the gossip lol). And I like Liam, he's like a less cartoonishly silly Hamish (so he reminds me of Felix).

I really like the free party wear dress and this is the second volume in a row MC has accidentally matched with a boy not her partner lol

Bea first mentioning she was bi but not flirting, I just thought maybe they were setting her up to partner with Claudia/Theo depending on who you couple up with/if you're on one of their routes. But then oh the tension at the party when she's staring at MC saying she wants to turn heads and Claudia getting nervous??? loving that.

I don't know what it's like for the other boys but it seems like Shawn and Kyle are drama averse, which I think could be an interesting plot point for later coming back from casa of course, but I also don't know if I believe in fusebox's ability to incorporate that in the story. (once again, the day I write a fic and learn to code its all over for you fusebox)

I didn't pay for the Bea talking about Jin scene but I saw yall talk about Sienna and like I doubt it's going anywhere if it's behind a paywall? it's like the Brad and Christy stuff tbh like unless a bunch of dumped islanders are coming back at the end, I'm ignoring it.

anyway it truly is missing Jin hours again 😔

#litg #litg s8 #rambling #if anyones wondering im a little late again bc im still working on the SAME paint by numbers that delayed me last week

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needs and wants [dave york x f!reader]

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader Words: 4.4k Warnings: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THESE - divorced Dave (no infidelity here), some stalking, drugging (reader wakes up before Dave does anything to her), threats. This is FILTHY - kissing, spitting (like…lots of it), slapping, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty names, dirty talk, spit as lube, anal sex, semi-clothed sex, oral sex, creampie, facial, face fucking, hair pulling, some D/s undertones, boss/employee relationship, power imbalance, slight daddy kink. Summary: Dave secretly lusts after you, so when you and your boyfriend break up, he seizes the opportunity to make you his. A/N: Decided to post this here for Kinktober. This is a little...more...than I'm used to writing, but Dave is the type of character that helps me get out of my comfort zone. Some of you have already read this on my private blog. Those of you who haven't, I beg that you skip this if the warnings above bother you. I rather not hear about how gross I am for exploring and experimenting with my writing and things I enjoy.

Dave would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been attracted to you as soon as he saw you. Of course, he had every bit of information he needed on you—early thirties, Master’s degree, living alone. You weren’t married, but something told him that you were taken. You were far too pretty not to be. As much as he wanted to be flirty with you, he had an image to maintain.

He gave you menial tasks that had you spending more time than needed in his office. Honestly, he just liked looking at you. Especially when you wore those little sundresses, he should be reprimanding you for that, but he enjoyed it far too much.

“What are you doing this weekend, Mr. York?” you asked happily, standing in front of his desk with your notepad.

“It’s my weekend with the girls,” he said with a small smile.

“Aww, I bet you’re a great daddy,” you said innocently but hearing the word daddy leave your lips had something stir within him.

“I do my best.” He was looking at his phone, pretending he wasn’t hiding a hard-on under his desk. “How about you? Any plans?”

“Yes. My boyfriend is finally taking me to that new restaurant in the city.”

Boyfriend. His nostrils flared, but he fixed his face into a friendly look. “Oh, I know the one. The food’s great.”

“I’m hoping he proposes.” You smiled dreamily, and Dave suddenly wanted to kill the man.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, putting his phone down to give you all his attention.

“Um…” You hadn’t given it much thought.

“Married life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Dave said, gauging your reaction.

You shrug, then play with the hem of your sundress sheepishly. “You’re divorced, right?”

Dave was shocked he even heard your question. His eyes had followed your hand down to the hem of your sundress, where just enough of your thighs showed to make him wonder what would happen if he told you to pull the dress up for him. He met your eye and sat back in his chair.

“Yes, I’m divorced.” He wanted to see where you were going with this line of questioning.

“Did you fall out of love?” you asked, hoping he didn’t kick you out of his office for getting too personal.

“Something like that.” He noticed how you nodded at his response. “Why?”

“Uh…no reason. Just wondering.” You wanted to change the mood. “I could always set you up with one of my friends,” you joked.

He looked at you, and there was a dark glint in his eyes. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t be their type.”

“What is your type, Mr. York?” You tilted your head. He wanted to say you. He wanted to corrupt you and the innocent little aura you emitted. He wondered if it was all a front. If he told you to get on your knees and crawl to him right now, would you?

“Mr. York?” you repeated.

“Sorry. A lot on my mind.” It was true, but you didn’t have to know what it was.

“I’m sorry. Here I am running my mouth when I should be working.” You smiled sweetly. “Call if you need anything, sir.” You gave him a mock salute and walked out. Dave watched you walk, clenching his jaw and telling himself to stop silently.

He waited for you. He knew where the restaurant was. At first, he was going to get himself a table. Instead, he sat in his car, one you hadn’t seen, and did a sort of stake out across the street. He wore a beanie to cover his hair and dark glasses that hopefully disguised him a little more.

A car pulled up, and you got out of the passenger side. You were smiling, and your boyfriend walked over and put his arm around your waist. The dress you wore was sleek and sexy. Dave glared at the man with you. He wanted him to stop touching you.

Your dinner was uneventful. Your boyfriend didn’t propose; you two didn’t even have sex. When he dropped you off, you didn’t even bother kissing him.

“Bullshit,” you mumbled as you walked into your apartment.

Dave was watching. He could see that you were unhappy. He wondered what had happened.

“Trouble in paradise?” he mumbled to himself with a grin.

On Monday, you walked into the office in the worst mood while Dave was prepared to ask you how everything went, although he knew.

“Good morning, Mr. York,” you said as you walked into his office. You didn’t have the pep you usually did.

“Good morning. Everything okay?” he asked, feigning concern.

“Not really.” You shrugged as you handed him his black coffee.

“You wanna tell me about it?” he asked.

“My boyfriend and I are taking a break,” you told him, voice cracking.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he lied, standing and walking around his desk to you. You looked up at him and sniffled. “I usually don’t do this, but…would you like a hug?”

“Oh…” You had often thought about how his arms would feel wrapped around you. “Okay,” you said in a small voice. He hugged you, and his scent immediately enveloped you. You closed your eyes and melted into his arms.

Dave rubbed your back. You were so small in his arms. He liked that. “Feeling better?” he asked, although he didn’t wanna let go.

“Yes, sir,” you said against his shirt. Before you pulled away, you swore you felt something poking you. “Thanks, Mr. York.”

He stared at your pouty, plump lips and wanted to move in for a kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth just to see what you tasted like.

“You got it.” He touched your chin gently, and you just stared at him.

“How was your weekend with the girls?” you asked as he sat back down.

“Oh, it was great. Took them to the beach.” He pulled out his phone and showed you some pictures. You leaned in to see them better, and his eyes went straight to your breasts. He wondered what they looked like. Did you like them played with? He thought about how you would react if he put clamps on your nipples.

“Very cute,” you exclaimed.

“I was wondering if you mind staying late tonight.” His eyes drifted back to your face.

“Not at all. It’s not like I have anything else to do.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back before walking out.

You walked into Dave’s office after everyone had left. He was sitting at his desk, head in his hands.

“Are you okay, Mr. York?” you asked quietly.

He lifted his head and nodded. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“You look like you need a drink,” you said. You knew where he kept his whiskey. You walked to his desk, pulled out the lower drawer, and reached back to find the glass bottle.

“How did you know that?” he asked.

“I know more than you think, Mr. York.” You found the whiskey glass next, then poured him some.

How submissive, he thought. How would you react if he told you to drop to your knees right now and suck his dick?

“Aren’t you gonna have some?” he asked. “There’s an extra glass.”

“Um…”

“Come on. Live a little,” he urged.

“Fine.” You grabbed the other glass and poured yourself some, toasting him before drinking and feeling the warm burn in your throat.

You’re not sure how many glasses you had, but the bottle was nearly empty, and you both were a bit looser. You sat atop his desk, complaining about your boyfriend.

“The sex wasn’t all that great either,” you told him, and he laughed. “One or two positions.”

“Not enough for you?” he asked, pouring you another glass.

“Hell no. He wouldn’t even get rough with me,” you complained.

“Rough?” His cock sprung to life in his slacks.

“Yeah, you know, hair pulling, spanking, slapping…dirty names.” You finished off another glass. “Mmmm…”

“Good, huh?” he asked. He knew you had no idea that he had slipped something into your glass.

“Very good. I think I had too much,” you said, trying to move off his desk. You stumbled a bit, and he stood just in time to catch you as you passed out.

You woke to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. Someone else was in the room with you, but you couldn’t focus just yet.

“Don’t try to sit up too fast, sweetheart,” a familiar voice said.

“Mr…Mr. York?” you mumbled. “What happened to me?”

“Had a bit too much to drink,” he lied.

“Oh,” you whispered. You sat up carefully, and he passed you a glass of water. “You can take me home as soon as I finish this. I don’t wanna intrude….”

“You’re not intruding. You can stay the night if you need to.” He took the empty glass from you.

“I couldn’t possibly….”

“I insist,” he cut in.

You could finally focus on him—he had taken his tie off and undone a few buttons, and his sleeves were rolled up. Your mouth watered at the sight of his forearms. You rubbed your legs together.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“N-No, sir,” you mumbled. “Am I in your bed?”

“Yes.” He sat on the bed beside you.

“I’ll sleep on the couch or something. This isn’t fair to you.” You started to move, but he put his body in the way

“I would like for you to stay.” He was very close to you. So close you could smell his cologne. You looked down at his lips.

“Is this a good idea?”

“Of course it is.” He made no effort to move away from you. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” he asked, and you felt that familiar rush go straight between your legs. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it…

“You’re my boss. It’s not appropriate.”

“Yes, I’m your boss, so you have to do as I say, right?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “Let me see that tongue.”

You took a deep breath and stuck your tongue out. He grabbed the back of your neck and swirled his tongue against yours. You tried to move in for a kiss, but he yanked your head back and tsked.

“I just want your tongue for now.”

You stuck it out again, and you both licked and sucked at each other’s tongues until he pulled you away again.

“Be a good girl and open that pretty little mouth for me.” He yanked your head back again and then stood up so that he was looking down at you. He spat down into your mouth and then tapped your cheek. “Close and swallow.”

You did as you were told and blinked up at him innocently. He squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pucker. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you?” You shook your head. “Yes,” he chuckled. “Boyfriend wasn’t rough enough for you.”

“No, sir,” you tried to say as he still held your cheeks. He leaned down and licked your lips, then let go of you.

“I followed you, you know? You and your wimpy ass boyfriend when you went on your date,” he told you.

“You did? Why?”

“Honestly? I wanted to kill the fucker because I want you for myself, but I practiced my restraint that night. I did do something a little naughty tonight, though.” He playfully grimaced.

“What?” you asked nervously.

“I drugged you,” he admitted.

“What?!”

“I wanted you here with me,” he said.

“You could’ve just fucking asked,” you snapped.

“Ooh, fiery little thing.” He smirked at you. “But if you talk to me like that again, you won’t like the consequences.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” you asked.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said calmly. “Give you what you’ve been wanting this entire time.”

You rubbed your legs together again.

“But first, you’re going to suck my dick or rather…I’m going to fuck your face.” He began to undress but left his pants on with the belt undone. He walked over and pulled you to the end of the bed. “Lie down, head hanging off the bed.”

“Okay…” You were doing this. You were about to suck your boss’s dick. When he pulled it out, you gasped audibly.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He looked down at you as he stroked his cock above you. As soon as you opened your mouth, he slipped his cock in. You immediately gagged, and he hummed, then chuckled. “You can handle it.” He began pumping in and out of your mouth, his balls hitting your face repeatedly.

You gagged again, but that only egged him on. He pushed in and stayed there as you choked and swallowed around him. When he pulled out, you sputtered, saliva dripping down your face.

“Fuck, you look good like that.” He was about to slide back into your mouth, so you lifted your head. “Greedy little slut, huh?” He started slapping you in the face with his dick. He slipped in and pushed against your cheek when you opened your mouth, making it bulge. He hit at the bulge, and you squeezed your legs together. He pulled it out of your mouth, and you gasped.

“Mr…York…” you sputtered.

“Shhh.” He moved so that his balls were near your mouth now. You automatically opened your mouth and sucked on them. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He looked down at you, nearly cumming from the sight of you tonguing his balls, spit covering your face. He hissed and pulled away.

“Mmm,” you whined.

“What are you trying to do? Trying to make me cum already, hm? Get up.” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you to your feet. “I need you to be good. Can you do that for me?” His finger was pointed at your face. You nodded, but he pulled your hair more.

“Y-Yes, Mr. York.”

“That’s better. Now, get on the fucking bed.” He shoved you away, making you fall onto the bed. You crawled up to the headboard and waited for your next direction. “Get your tits out.”

You pulled the straps of your dress down and then your bra, revealing your breasts to him. “Hm. I knew it….”

“Knew what?”

“That you were hiding perfect tits under all those sundresses.” He crawled onto the bed and up to you, grabbing you by the neck to make you sit up against the headboard. He let you go, then slapped your tits before grabbing one and spitting on the nipple. You moaned quietly as he began to pinch it. Then he was pinching harder and harder. You grimaced in pain as he twisted and pulled. He moved his fingers away only to quickly replace them with his mouth, sucking and licking before biting down hard and pulling.

“Oh…fuck…”

“Spread your legs,” he said before clamping his teeth around your nipple again. “Knees up, slut.”

You were spread open for him now, but your panties blocked what he wanted to see. He pushed your dress up so he could see your panties.

“Aww, you’re all wet, sweetheart.” He rubbed at the wet spot. “Up,” was all he said, and you knew to lift your ass so he could get your panties down. He balled them up and then brought them to his face to sniff, stroking his cock as he did.

“Look at that pretty little thing,” he said, looking at your pussy. Now he was stroking himself with your panties. He squeezed himself so that a bit of precum beaded at the tip, then swiped his finger along his tip to gather it. Then he was rubbing your clit with his precum. You don’t know why that was so fucking hot, but it was.

“Spread it for me,” he demanded, so you used both hands to spread your lips. He gathered more precum, and this time he slipped the finger inside you.

“Oh my God,” you gasped. He slipped two more fingers inside, and you whimpered.

“Fucking tight pussy, but look at how easily you take your boss’s fingers.” He pulled his fingers out and spit on them before shoving them back in. Your walls pulsed and squeezed around his thick fingers. “Oh, someone doesn’t wanna let me go, hm?”

“Fuck…Mr. York…please.” You moved one hand to grab his wrist, and you moved with his fingers. “Fuck my pussy!”

“Look at you.” He smirked at how needy you were. “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

“Yeah, me too. I wanted to put you on my desk and eat this fucking pussy until you cried. I want to bend you over and fuck your tight little ass until you beg me to stop. I’d even fuck you in front of your cuck of a boyfriend. Show him how a real man is supposed to fuck.”

For some reason, that sent you over the edge. “Fuuuuuck meeee,” you screamed. He kept finger fucking you so hard that it began hurting a little. You ignored the pain for the overwhelming sense of pleasure as you began gushing and squirting all over his fingers.

“Ahhhhh, look at you, you good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” He finally pulled his fingers out, and your pussy clenched at nothing. “You made a mess all over my bed.” He slapped your pussy repeatedly until you were writhing.

“Please…please…”

“Fuck, look at how swollen that clit is.” He crawled in front of you, then grabbed your thighs, yanking you until you were flat on your back. He pushed your legs open and back so that your knees nearly touched your chest. “Gotta get a taste of this. What a pretty little clit,” he said before swirling his tongue around it. He began sucking it, and you saw stars.

“That feels so fucking good, Mr. York,” you moaned, looking down at him.

He pulled away from you, sucking your clit into his mouth until he couldn’t anymore. “You like when your boss eats your pussy? Yeah, I know you do, whore.” He pulled away from you, and you could still hear his belt clink. This man hadn’t taken his pants off yet. Maybe this was how he liked it.

You looked down and watched him stroke as he stared at your pussy. Then he looked at you. When you caught his eye, he smirked.

“That innocent look won’t work anymore, sweetheart. You just had my dick down your throat, my fingers and tongue in your pussy, and now you’re able to have my cock in there too. Be a good girl and spread those legs nice and wide for me…now spread that pussy too….”

You laid there spread open for him in every way. The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, and you whimpered. Before continuing, he spat on his dick and then on your pussy. He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch, every pulse of his cock.

“So fucking big,” you murmured as you watched him slide into you.

“God…fuck!” Dave growled as he slid in the last few inches. “What are you so fucking tight for, huh? Saving this pussy just for me? We both know your boyfriend wasn’t treating it right.”

He leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head so that his arms caged you. You were fascinated by the sinew of his forearms, the veins bulging with exertion. You looked up at him then, and he sneered before pulling out and slamming back in, making you cry out.

“Gonna stretch this pussy right out,” he said as he started fucking you. “Why are you so tight?” he asked again before slapping your cheek hard enough to make it sting. “Tell me you like it.”

“I…fucking…I love it, Mr. York,” you whimpered, feeling him push even deeper.

“Fuck, you fucking slut. Gonna make me cum in this perfect little pussy, hm?” He made sure you were looking directly at him before spitting on your face.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, but he did. He pulled out of you with a growl, squeezing the base of his dick.

“I want your ass. Now.” He flipped you onto your stomach roughly, then used your dress, which was now bunched around your waist, as a handle to pull your ass into the air. “Anything ever been in here?” he asked as he spread your ass cheeks and then played with the tight ring of muscle.

“No, sir.”

He spanked you. “Good answer. You must’ve known you were saving it for me.” His tongue swirled around your ass before you felt his spit land on your hole. He eased his finger past the tight muscles, feeling you pucker around it.

This went on for a few minutes, with him adding another finger when he felt like it. You were grateful that he had at least done that for you. He seemed like the kind of man who would shove his dick in and not care if you were in pain.

“This might hurt a bit,” he said happily behind you, pushing his cock into your ass already. You cried out into the pillow, grasping at the sheets as he inched himself inside.

“Mmm, my ass,” you cried out into the pillow.

“What was that?” he asked, already fucking you slowly.

“Fuck my ass,” you said, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Shit!” he said through his teeth. Suddenly, his hand was holding your head down against the pillow as he began moving faster, harder. “Fuck, this ass is mine. It was meant to be mine,” he groaned, moving in and out of your ass easier now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned.

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in this tight ass.” He slapped your ass hard. He pulled out suddenly and chuckled behind you. “Look. At. That.” You felt him spread your ass cheeks. “Nice and stretched for me. Your gaping hole is clenching around nothing, waiting for my cock to be in there again.”

“Mr. York, please,” you begged.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Want you to cum in my ass. I wanna know how it feels. Please,” you cried. Seconds later, he was in your ass again, pumping fast, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel the cool metal from his belt buckle against the heated skin of your ass. “Fuuuuck…right there.”

“Yeah, you like that, huh? Gonna cum in this tight ass.” He growled behind you as he fucked into you like a wild animal. “Ahhhhhhhh,” he groaned loudly as his thrusts came to a halt, and he pressed himself as deep as he could. “Fucking…take all of it. There we go….”

You whimpered when he pulled out of you. He was silent behind you. He was staring at your ass when you looked over your shoulder.

“Love how much I stretched you,” he said quietly. He eventually laid down beside you. “Lie on your stomach. I don’t want any of it dripping out of you.”

You lowered yourself to bed slowly, looking at him closely. “Why do you…keep some of your clothes on during sex?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Just something I do. Why? Do you like it?” He smiled.

“Maybe a little.” You smiled back.

“Little slut,” he murmured adoringly before grabbing your head. “Come here.” He pulled your head towards him and kissed you.

“Can we do this again sometime?” you asked.

“Hmm…” He licked his fingers and then traced your lips. “You want to?”

You nodded. “In your office,” you added shyly.

“Oh, listen to you,” he chuckled. “You wanna get that pussy pounded on my desk, huh?”

“Yes,” you said innocently.

“After hours? Or do you like the idea of getting caught…fucking while everyone else is working at their desks?”

You only blinked at him.

“We’ll try both. How about that, hm?” He squeezed your ass before slipping his hand between your legs to get to your pussy. “I want you in a dress every day. No panties.”

“Yes, Mr. York,” you whined as you swirled your hips, and his fingers rubbed your pussy.

“Gonna let me suck on that pretty pussy whenever I want?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Gonna ride my dick in my chair while I’m on a phone conference?”

“Fuck, that’s so filthy.” He pinched your clit before pulling his hand away. “I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Okay,” you said quickly.

“My name is Dave, by the way,” he told you.

“I know what your name is.”

“You do? Why did you keep calling me Mr. York?” he asked.

“Because you were in charge. You are in charge, Mr. York.”

“Are you trying to get me hard again?” He dragged his fingers up and down your back.

“Will you cum on my face this time?” you asked, and something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

“Roll over,” he commanded. Once you were on your back, he straddled your stomach. He was half-hard, but it only took a few thrusts between your tits to get him rock hard. He began stroking himself over your face and then moved so that the tip rested on your lips as he stroked. You could feel his precum wetting your lips. You stuck your tongue out and tasted it.

It didn’t take him long to cum this time. He cursed and moaned above you as he came all over your face and then pushed himself into your mouth. He held onto the headboard as he fucked your mouth again until he became too overstimulated.

“All messy,” he panted before tapping your cheek. “My little cum dumpster.” He hummed contentedly as you licked your lips, tasting his cum. “You’re staying tonight.” He climbed off you and then off the bed.

“Okay,” you answered.

“That wasn’t a question. You’re staying,” he said again.

“Yes, Mr. York.”

“Better. Get up. We’re taking a shower.” He snapped, and you rolled off the bed quickly as he walked into the bathroom, leaving you behind. You smiled as you followed him.

“Yes, Mr. York.”

#dave york #mine #kinktober #headcanon #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters

[msperfectsheep-posts]

Okay Note here. CHARACTER ASK. i7 Torao, Haruka, and Nagi. Ouran High School Haruhi. Batman Jason. Anyone in persona you must talk about (I don't know anyone there). Did I miss someone? (You don't have to do all. I am mereky curious)

THANK YOU NOTE!!! I'm gonna put all of these beneath a cut just so I don't clog up people's dashes <3

Torao Mido: (IDOLiSH7)

Torao is the kind of character where you're like "literally why is he in the main cast when everyone else is a banger" and then you realize that his arc is just 4-5/6ths of the way into the story and you go Oh. Oh. I get it now. That's him. That said, I want to blast him with a fire hose.

Haruka Isumi: (IDOLiSH7)

Haruka was my discord pfp for several months and I think that says a lot already. I love him so much, he's like. so bulliable and he should be bullied. Dramatic ass teenager baby that dresses like an e-boy. I love him so much and every time he bleps (:P) in official art I want to Die. Prime blorbo material.

Nagi Rokuya: (IDOLiSH7)

I'll admit outright that, as someone who had Ouran High School Host Club change my brain chemistry forever when I was a child, and with i7 having a main character named Tamaki, I CONSTANTLY called Nagi "Tamaki" during the first season just because he was the silly blond weeb guy!! I was like holy shit there's two of them. And then I got to parts 3 and 4 and I was like Oh Holy Shit they're even more similar than I thought :'). Nagi is a BELOVED character of mine but it took a moment for me to grow into loving his character. I wish I saw more fan content of him because he fucking rocks, but he's also just on a different plane from a lot of the more popular characters and I get it. I love how everyone respects him as they should though. My king forever and ever.

Haruhi Fujioka: (Ouran High School Host Club)

SPEAKING OF OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. Haruhi's arc in the anime and manga is a little different, and obviously the anime wasn't supposed to end where it did, but with the changes the director and writers made, I truly believe that it would be impossible for the animeverse to end the same way the mangaverse did. Anyways Haruhi is a really funny character because she's supposed to be the straightman in a lot of the jokes, but she's just as dramatic and silly as everyone else. And it's great. 10/10 protagonist, every time I think of her I think of that tumblr post about her with the big brown eyes and I go Yeah. yeah.

Jason Todd: (DC Comics; Batman)

(If you can't read that square, it says "SCOTT LOBDELL")

Jason was NOT my favorite DC character or even Robin for a long, long time. I only really got into his character when I started working on my fic, Beyond Imagination, and had to start analyzing what a younger Jason was like and how he would interact with the world in a modern day and age. All of the Batman characters get flanderized and mischaracterized by fanon and canon a lot, so it's hard to figure out what was generally agreed upon as canon unless you read yourself, but Jason's got a strong story and personality that really shined with his resurrection. I'd say it's one of the best uses of reviving a character thought to be dead, and every time I think about his death and like. both the in-universe and real life events that lead up to it, I get emotional. Great character that makes me deeply ill to think of from a meta-perspective.

Maya Amano: (Persona 2 Innocent Sin & Persona 2 Eternal Punishment)

Okay so. You may have noticed I tagged two Persona games for her and that's because, spoilers for Persona 2, the first Persona 2 (Innocent Sin) is a timeline that fails. The game with you resetting the timeline because you fucked up that badly, and the second Persona 2 (Eternal Punishment) is your second shot and doing things over. HOWEVER. Maya changes with the timelines because she was doomed to die with how things were set up in Innocent Sin, and fixing that to give the timeline a shot in Eternal Punishment changes her as a character. This bingo is more about Innocent Sin Maya, who is a 23 year old girlfailure reporter that makes me Deeply Deeply Ill. If you're ever curious, you can send me an ask and I'll talk about her more in depth because Persona 2 isn't the easiest game to play

Thank you for the ask!!!

#ask game #idolish7 #dc #ohshc #persona

[drabbles-mc]

Learned From The Best

Richie Jerimovich x Jess

Warnings: 18+, Season 2 Spoilers, language, fluff, me being obsessed with these two

Summary: Despite Jess's last words to Richie, "Don't be a stranger," it still ends up that somehow she is the one to cross over his path when she stops in at The Bear one night.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I sat down and threw this all out onto the page in one sitting. I finished writing this at 1am and had to fight every urge to post it in that very moment. I love these two. I love Richie. I fully plan on writing more canon character x canon character fics for this show because no one can stop me lmaooo. Richie just. He deserves nice things.

The Bear Taglist: @withmyteeth @garbinge @justreblogginfics (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

Even though Richie was looking down at the tablet on the small hostess podium in front of him, he still heard the sound of the restaurant door opening. He could separate out that sound from the buzzing of the dining area. He was speaking before he even looked up, but he only got a few words out before his eyes lifted and he saw who had just come striding in.

“Good evening, and welcome to—” He stopped short, eyes widening as he tried not to trip and fumble over nothing. “Oh, shit,” he said softly, a smile breaking out across his face in place of the shock. “Chef Jess.”

She laughed quietly at that, just as much at his shot and slip-up of vulgarity as the fact that he still called her Chef Jess. She brought her hands in front of her, using both to hold onto the small clutch purse that she had with her.

“I think you can just call me Jess here, Chef,” she replied, a joking lilt to her tone.

He smiled, hands bracing against the podium in front of him. “Right. Right.” The two of them stared at each other for another couple of seconds before Richie remembered where he was and what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he jumped right back into the professional demeanor that Jess of all people had taught him so well. “How many tonight?”

Her smile widened just a touch. “Just me.”

Richie had been looking down at the seating arrangements, wanting to pick just the right place for her. But he hadn’t been expecting her to say that she was there alone. He figured that she was meeting up with a friend, or even multiple friends. There was the possibility that she was there for a date but he didn’t want to think about that, he also didn’t want to think about why he didn’t want to think about that.

Even with his chin still tilted down, his eyes flicked back up to hers. She tilted her head just slightly, like she was waiting for him to make some kind of comment, maybe even crack a joke since he usually seemed to have one up his sleeve for just about any occasion.

Instead, he looked back down and chose what he thought would be the perfect table for her before stepping out from behind the podium and motioning for her to walk with him. “Right this way then, Chef.”

She let out a chuckle and shook her head at the fact that he was still calling her that. It would be an odd transition, maybe one that neither of them would ever really get past for a long time. There was a brand of familiarity in it, though.

As the two of them walked towards Jess’s table, all Richie could do was try to keep looking over at her. She was dressed so differently than when she was working in the kitchen, which was understandable. Rather than the black and white suit, Jessica was dressed in a beautiful and extremely flattering black dress. Instead of a high-collared button-down and a tie, her dress came off each shoulder, the slightest bit of a V in the middle where the pendant of her necklace rested. Richie also noticed that the small red clutch in her hand matched the red heels she was wearing, the type of shoe that she would be far too smart to wear to her own restaurant because she wouldn’t be able to run around and stand in them for hours on end. Her hair was down in loose waves around her shoulder with the exception of two locks that she had pulled back and clipped behind her head.

“Here you are,” Richie said as he pulled out a chair for her to sit in at the small two-top table. A table positioned so that she could see most of what was going on in the restaurant, but she could also get the slightest bit of a peak back towards the kitchen too.

She nodded, smiling as she sat down. “Thank you.”

“I’ll be right back with your drink.” He paused, lingering for a moment as he went back and forth before finally deciding to say what he’d been thinking since she walked into The Bear, what he’d been thinking since he staged and she told him to stay the fuck out of her way. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jess smiled, heat creeping up her neck and into her face as she looked up at Richie. “Thank you.” She made a point to look him over slowly, carefully. “I’m glad you’re still wearing suits.”

He laughed quietly as he nodded. “Me too.”

Richie strode quickly but calmly away from Jess’s table and back to the kitchen. He walked through the door, into the throws of controlled chaos that they’d all gotten so accustomed to. Waiting for the right moment, he got Sydney’s attention.

“Hey, Chef?” Richie spoke up.

Her eyes were on the expo in front of her but she was listening to every word he said. “Yes, Chef, how can I help you?”

“Just fired the first order for table twenty-two, but, um…” he started to trail off, not exactly sure what he wanted to say to Sydney, what he was even planning on asking of her.

She finally looked over at him. “Did something go wrong?”

“No, no, n-no,” he stammered for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his tie. “Just, just make sure it all hits, alright?”

Sydney’s brows pinched together as she tried to figure out what had Richie off-kilter the way he was. “Alright, yea, sure. I’ll make sure it hits.” She paused. “Can I ask who is at table twenty-two?”

He sighed. “If I’m being honest, Chef, I’d rather you didn’t.”

Sydney’s eyes widened as she smiled and laughed. “Who’s at table twenty-two?”

The two of them looked at each other for a moment before Syd turned around, switching from facing her team of chefs to facing the narrow stripe of glass that let her see out into the dining area. She stood up on her tip-toes for a moment as she scanned to see who it was that Richie was so concerned about.

When her eyes landed on Jess, she found herself standing there with more questions than answers. “Who is she?”

Richie shook his head slightly. “Someone I don’t want to fuck up in front of, alright? Is that a good enough answer?”

Sydney flashed him a slick grin, but nodded nonetheless. “We’ll take care of her, Richie. Don’t worry about it.”

He let out a short sigh of relief as he gave her a nod, not that he was really all that worried about them not taking care of Jess. “Thank you, Chef.”

Sydney was smiling to herself as she returned her attention to the expo in front of her. “You’re welcome, Chef.”

Richie was fighting every impulse he had to linger around Jessica’s table, to constantly be checking in on her. He didn’t want to be breathing down her neck, plus there was an entire dining room of other people that he also had to take care of. Most of the time, Richie didn’t mind sharing tables with Sweeps and Fak—what they were all doing these days was a team effort after all. But he made sure that he was the only one checking in with Jess. It made it easier that she’d come in a little closer to the tail-end of the big dinner rush. Things were a little quieter.

“How is everything?” he had to force himself not to bookend the question with Chef. This time he was successful unlike some of the other times he’d stopped to ask her some version of that same question.

She nodded approvingly. “Everything has been really great, Richie.”

He beamed at her. “Good, good. I’m, I’m glad to hear it.” He paused for a beat, an almost shy grin on his face as he said, “I wish I knew you were coming in tonight—would’ve rolled out, you know, the whole fuckin’ red carpet and everything for you.”

She shook her head at him. “Richie—”

“I know, I know,” he held his hands up in surrender, “Language.”

She laughed. “What I was actually going to say, was that even without a red carpet, this has all been phenomenal.”

“You’re not just sayin’ that to make me feel better?”

She arched one eyebrow. “Do you think that I would?”

He laughed, nodding in concession to her point. “That’s true.” He paused, clearing his throat, eyes dropping to look at his shoes for a moment as he tried to gather up a bit of courage. “There’s one more course. But if you have the time, and if you wouldn’t mind, there’s something else I’d love for you to try afterwards, too.”

She perked up at the statement, a smile on her face. “Got something up your sleeve, Richie?”

The smile on his face was soft. “Always. Learned from the best.” There was a comfortable beat of quiet between them before he said, “I’ll go check on your last course.”

By the time that she was done with that, Jess noticed that most people in the restaurant had cleared out. Ordinarily, she’d feel bad, or even awkward, about being one of the last people out. Not this time, though. She was more than content to sit and wait to see what Richie was going to be bringing out, what he had up his sleeve.

Richie was standing just inside the kitchen, looking at Jessica through the pane of glass. He was so caught up in staring at her that he didn’t even hear Sydney walking up behind him. “Just gonna stare at her until we close, or…?”

He flinched at the sound of her voice. “Fuck me, Chef. Don’t, don’t do that.”

Sydney laughed, rolling her eyes. “Stop stalling. Go, you know, go profess your undying love for her.” Both of them laughed and Sydney amended her statement. “Or at least go tell her that you were happy to see her.”

Richie took a deep breath and nodded, knowing that he could only stand with his face practically pressed up against the glass for so long. Turning to Syd, he asked, “You got the thing?”

Sydney’s smile was genuine as she nodded. She grabbed the small covered tray off the edge of the counter and handed it to him. “I got the thing.”

Richie took a deep breath before allowing Sydney to pass the tray off to him. “Thank you, Chef.”

“You’re welcome.” She gestured to the door. “Now go, please.”

Before he could talk himself out of it, Richie walked through the kitchen door and back out into the dining area. He tried to pretend he was more confident than he felt as he made his way back over to Jessica’s table. She was sitting there, looking around and seeming as content as the moment that she had walked in. Richie tried to take comfort in that.

“Thank you for your patience, Chef Jess.”

She smiled at him. “I figured whatever it is would be worth the wait.”

He set the tray down in the middle of her table. He watched as she looked at the tray and then back up to him. Once they locked eyes, he motioned to the chair across from her. “Mind if I…?”

She tried not to let her smile grow cartoonishly wide. Gesturing to the seat, she said, “By all means.”

Richie undid the button on his suit jacket as he sat down across the table from Jess. Taking a deep breath, he looked her in the eyes. “Now, I didn’t have time to do a deep-dive on you before you got here,” he said it light enough for both of them to laugh even though they both knew that there was nothing but truth in his words, “but I think you’ll still really like this.” He reached to remove the cover from the tray. “I asked Chef Sydney if she could pull together something special for you, and of course she said yes.”

Jessica chuckled softly. “Because no one can say no to you?”

He shot her a look that was as joking as it was kind. “You know that’s not true.”

She laughed a little harder at that. “I know.” She watched as Richie finally lifted the top from the tray. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at the plate in front of her. “Wow.”

Richie had had a lot of proud moments in the last few months that had gone by. From staging with Jess and Garrett and the rest of their team, to hustling through the chaos of Friends & Family at The Bear, to all of the other times since then that he and Natalie had kept things afloat and running as smoothly as they could hope, there were a lot of moments that he could smile about when he thought back on them. He’d done more in the last few months than he ever thought that he was capable of. But seeing the look on Jess’s face in that moment, and knowing that she was a large part of the reason that he knew that he was capable of doing everything else, there was a completely different sense of pride in that.

“You said,” he spoke like he was choosing each word with such care, “that you can do what you do because you get to make someone’s night every night.” He gestured to the dessert between them. “But I think it’s only fair that every now and then someone makes your night.”

Jess dragged her teeth lightly against her bottom lip for a moment, not having expected any of this. She hadn’t expected to walk into The Bear and be greeted by Richie in the first place, so everything after that was just as surprising. She had no doubt that when he left he would be doing well somewhere, she just didn’t think that she’d get to experience it first-hand.

“My night was made the second I got here,” she told him honestly, trying not to think about the heat rising in her face as she said it. “But, that being said,” she picked up her fork, “this looks amazing and I won’t say no to it.”

Richie laughed, unable to think of the last time he’d smiled as widely as he was at that moment. “Enjoy.”

She paused with her fork halfway to the dish. “You’re having some too?”

His eyes crinkled at the edges as he grinned. “I didn’t wanna be presumptuous, but since you asked…” he trailed off as he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a fork of his own, earning another laugh from the beautiful woman sitting across from him.

The two of them were quiet for a couple minutes as they ate. Richie admitted that he had no idea what Sydney was going to pull together for her when he asked for something special, which had them both laughing for a moment before they started listing off all the things that they could taste in the dish. It was like the next level of the game they’d played after hours at Jessica’s restaurant. The stakes felt different this time.

Richie wanted to tell her about everything that he’d done since he’d finished staging and came back to The Bear. He wanted to tell her how every night he was just trying to be as much like her as he could manage, keeping things running as smoothly as possible. He wanted to tell her about the chaos of opening night, how he and Sydney managed to flip things on a dime and make it work. There were so many things that he wanted to talk to her about, but he didn’t. It wasn’t the time. Hopefully one day it would be the right time for all that, but it wasn’t yet.

“I’m—”

“You know—”

They both started talking at the same time, both stopped talking at the same time. They each laughed, shaking their heads. They’d gotten so good at not tripping over themselves, over other people by the nature of their work. Not this time.

Richie gestured for her to talk. “Ladies first.”

Jess gave a tiny roll of her eyes but she was still smiling. “I was just going to say, I’m glad that I got to see you here. I’m…I’m glad I got to experience you like this.”

Richie felt like he had to sit with that for a minute, revel in the meaning and the weight of it. He tried to sound less emotional than he felt. “I’m glad I got to see you here too.” He paused, looking down at his hands for a moment before looking at her again. “You know, I don’t…I don’t know if I would’ve been able to do all of this if it wasn’t for you, if it wasn’t for everyone—”

“Richie,” she cut him off, firm but gentle, “this,” she gestured to all of him, “is all you.”

His shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug, a tiny smile quirking the end of his mouth. “Maybe. But you, you made me better. So, you know, thank you for that.”

Part of her felt like it wasn’t the type of thing she should really be saying you’re welcome for, but another part of her knew that Richie would feel better if she said it. So she did. “You’re welcome.”

Relief went through him at that. He let another second pass before standing up, redoing the button of his jacket as he did. Reaching, he deftly lifted the tray and forks off the table. “I’ll get this out of your way.”

She smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

He was about to turn and walk back towards the kitchen when he saw Jess reaching for her purse. “Oh,” he spoke up, leaning in a little closer almost like he was telling her a secret, “no check tonight.”

“Richie.”

“Jess,” he easily mimicked her tone back to her.

She huffed out a quiet laugh, knowing that she wasn’t going to win the battle. She was on Richie’s turf now. Taking a deep breath, she simply nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Once he’d cleared the table they were sitting at, Richie walked alongside Jessica back to the front door. This time she was the one who was looking over at him. “You escort everyone out?”

He laughed, face warming at the question. “It’s no red carpet, but you know, least I could do.”

Jess stopped at the door, standing with her back to it as she faced Richie. “Thank you again for everything.”

He shook his head, waving it off like it wasn’t a big deal. Because it wasn’t, really. It mattered, because it was Richie and because it was her, but it wasn’t a burden. In his mind, all of this had been the least that he could do for her.

“Next time let me know ahead of time and I’ll send a car.”

“Or you could come pick me up,” she offered for him.

His eyes widened at that, a cheesy grin on his face as he nodded. “That could work too.”

Stepping in, she pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek, leaving behind the faintest hint of lipstick. “Goodnight, Richie.”

He almost couldn’t force the words out past his surprise at the gesture. “Yea, g-goodnight.”

Richie watched as she turned and walked out the door. The smile on his face grew wider when he saw the way she cast him an extra glance over her shoulder. There was a smile on her face too as she finally started walking down the sidewalk.

Richie let out a sigh, a deep breath he’d forgotten that he was holding in. Finally, he turned back around so that he was facing the expanse of the restaurant. He was about to take a step towards the kitchen when he saw both Carmy and Syd lurking in the doorway.

“Jesus, fuck,” Richie said with a shake of his head. “You two just standing there fuckin—”

“Did you get her number?” Syd asked, cutting him off.

“What?” Richie had never looked more confused in his life.

“Her phone number, cousin, did you get her phone number?” Carmy interjected, more amused by it all than he had any right to be.

“Oh, shit,” Richie’s eyes went wide, “do, do you think I should…?” he trailed off as he pointed his thumb back over his shoulder.

“Yes!” both Carmy and Syd answered in unison.

Richie was already turning on his heel to take off out the door. “Right, right.” He pushed the glass door open with ease before going and trying to play catch-up. “Yo, Chef, wait up! I got a question!”

#the bear #the bear fanfiction #the bear hulu #the bear fx #richie #richie jerimovich #jessica the bear #jess the bear #richie jerimovich x jess #richie jerimovich x jessica #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[doomedlvr]

You guys I need to show you this cause I can’t suffer alone. Obviously it’s fake, but you cannot tell me you don’t feel like you didn’t feel get hit in the face with a baseball bat by 2012 reading this post

[I [23f] created a 1:1 scale puppet version of my boyfriend [22m] and showed it to him during foreplay as a joke. Now he hasn’t texted me in 12 hours and I’m starting to get worried. How do I get him to text me back?

The title pretty much says it all, but here are some more details: my boyfriend of six months and I have had a pretty cut and dry relationship up to this point. I’ve always been what some people would call “quirky,” so pranks are sort of my bread and butter. He, John, has expressed that he really likes this part of me and I’m just happy to be with someone who can handle all of my zest, lol! Sometimes I worry that he doesn’t actually think I’m as funny as he says, but he always reassures me that this is not the case. One of the ways we really like to express our humor to each other is in the bedroom, for example I love to do impressions of mostly Disney characters (such as the “paperwork” lady from Monsters Inc, haha). He sometimes does them too, but he’s not that good at voices.

So here’s where I think I may have taken it too far: I recently bought a sewing machine to try and make cosplay costumes and stuff, but something dawned on me as I was messing around with it. This was the plan:

We oftentimes sexytimes with a habitual back rub massage sort of thing, and we switch off. And then we progress into french kissing and then full blown you know what. One very important fact to tell you is that John does in fact wear glasses, so I will usually make a point to take them off and put them on the table for safety. During this particular romp in the hay, I got a really funny idea about how to take his glasses off next time and I couldn’t stop laughing. He asked me what I was laughing at because he has some insecurity about his appearance, but I assured him that it was nothing like that. We had our fun and John went home, but all I could think about was this plan.

So the next day I went to the fabric store and bought a bunch of skin colored felt and wire framing and cotton and got to work creating a muppet-style version of my boyfriend to put his glasses on next time we started getting dirty style. Honestly, the thing was looking pretty good and I even found some clothes at Goodwill that were his style. I dressed the puppet in the clothes, hid them under my collection of squishmallows that’s in my room, and invited him over.

To spare you all the explicit details, we did start kissing and taking clothes off and stuff, but my hands were shaking as I reached up to grab his glasses. Instead of putting it on my nightstand I made a point to say something like “I’m just gonna put these riiiiight here” as I stretched over to the squishmallow that was covering the puppet boyfriend’s head and put the glasses right over his felt eyes. He got confused I think and looked back to where I put the glasses and sat up, as a felt version of his face (very easily identifiable by the way, John has red hair and a mustache, so the glasses on top left little question of who this could be). He was silent for a second then said “is that supposed to be me?” as I was laughing. I said something like “do you like it?” as I took it out of the squishmallow pile and revealed the entirety of muppet John.

“Oh did you make that?” he asked, and I stood it up off the bed and asked him to stand next to it. “See? It’s just like you basically!” I said, but he still wasn’t laughing that much. I think he saw that the muppet ended up being just a little bit taller than him (he’s 5’7 and probably insecure about that, the muppet ended up accidentally being a little taller than him, around 6’1 based on seeing them side by side).

I noticed his disappointment and did a tried and true disney impression to make him feel better. In my best Goofy impression I said “Well, looks like we should call him Big, John, Hyuck!” John just took the glasses off of Big John and let him fall to the floor, and put the glasses on the nightstand and sat on the bed for a while but we eventually went to Sin city but it was a lot more quiet than usual. He left after that, even though we were planning on having a sleepover, he said he wasn’t feeling good. I texted him goodnight and went to bed.

So here’s the ish: this morning I haven’t gotten any good morning text, or any texts at all from him, even though he always sends me a good morning text. I’m worried that Big John was a step too far and that normal john didn’t think the joke was as funny as I did. I feel like he’s just putting me in an uncomfortable position by not telling me how this made him really feel, even though I thought it was pretty funny… Is this salvageable or am I effed?

tl;dr : Created a life-sized puppet of my boyfriend to put his glasses on. But, I think it made him insecure, and now he wont text me.]

Link to original post: https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoHotTakes/s/MgEPhDqnr0

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I'm so happy to see you getting active again. Honestly, I thought this account just died 😅😅😅😅😅.

I have fallen in love with your posts, especially those meta analysis about Comte are so on-point. I can't wait to see your reviews about his drama CD.

Also, have you seen Comte’s 6th birthday story? I saw the CG but I dont have the chance to read the story. Is ok if you also give some spoilers about it? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Glad to be back! Sorry for the scare--life just got ahead of me, and alas my spoons were limited and focused on survival. That being said, I've still been reading/translating his stories, so I have indeed seen Comte's 6th bday story.

I think you've given me a bit too much power 🤣 but I'm happy to gush about Comte anytime. Since I'm going to discuss something that hasn't been released in the English version yet, the deets will be under a cut.

A reminder that I'm not a professional, so this is by no means an infallible translation. I try to convey what I find to the best of my ability, but I'm sure there are nuances I miss.

Where to begin? Honestly this story was A Lot, and arguably among my favorites, but the title of the CG/story is allegedly "Courtship at the Nape of the Neck." Get hyped, y'all--if I understood things correctly, it's exactly as it sounds.

The story begins with MC and Comte on their way to a ball for his birthday, and MC is all like "honey. When I said I wanted this day to be for you. That did not mean. Another dress for me." To which Comte's response is "New phone, who dis."

All jokes aside, MC does feel bad about it but he insists it makes him very happy, so she concedes:

MC: You got me a dress as a gift again…despite the fact that it’s your birthday;;;

I smiled at MC, who seemed to feel bad about it.

Comte: It’s because it’s my birthday that I gave you that dress. It’s my greatest pleasure to gift them to you, and accompany you in it.

I reached out beside me to stroke her hair gently.

Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

MC then mentions that she's made him a gift, and downplays it--likely out of shyness--before handing it over.

It was a handkerchief with a simple yet elegant design, with a name embroidered on it.

Comte: Did you embroider this yourself? How did you prepare such a wonderful thing?

MC: Hehe, I did my best under Sebastian’s guidance.

(To do something this intricate by hand would have taken quite a bit of time…)

Comte: Thank you, MC. I’ll treasure it.

I felt a warmth fill my chest at the sweet gesture, and I dropped a kiss to the handkerchief I received.

Comte: I’d prefer to be kissing you, but I fear if I do I won’t want to get out of the carriage after I start.

So like, yes, take a moment to scream, because wow. First of all, how dare you Abel. Second of all, AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SO SUBTLE AND SWEET BUT ALSO LOWKEY SULTRY HOW DARE!!! I will have my r e v e n g e--

But also??? Aside from my brainworms, I really do love this part of him. Even though her gift is simple, he really does cherish the effort and dedication she put into making him something. I guess I think about how someone in his position could easily downplay its significance--but he doesn’t. He’s mindful of how her feelings saturate the act, and he honors it openly. And in case you think this is a one-off instance, it really isn’t. In his Anniversary story event, there is a direct emphasis on how he still keeps MC’s wedding gift to him--the preserved flower pins--polished as if they were newly gifted to him, not a speck of dust clouding their surface, lovingly tended.

I think it’s very easy for people to minimize him as unfeeling or haughty the way only very rich people can be, but...the his character construction and the intimate personal details you see if you’re close to him reveal that he doesn’t really fit that stereotype at all. Sure he’s selective about who he shares himself with, but that doesn’t make him fundamentally shallow.

Moving right along, MC gets bashful (and honestly who could blame her idk how she even makes sustained eye contact help) and they arrive at the venue in short order. None of this is especially notable except that it says, when they exit the carriage:

Her small, lovely hand covered the one I gently held out for her to take.

Thanks! I'm devastated!!! You just broke down adoration to its bare essentials!!!! I'm a romantic for one person and one person only, and it's HIM--

Naturally, they enter the ballroom and everyone flocks over to congratulate Comte on his birthday. Gracious and measured as ever, he accepts each one in turn, but MC is silent/stiff for most of it. All of a sudden, MC says she's going to get some fresh air and slips away to the balcony to clear her head. Comte is understandably confused and tries to follow after her, until he's intercepted by another noblewoman.

(What’s the matter…? It’s not like her to leave on her own like that so suddenly.)

When I tried to follow her at once--

Well-dressed noblewoman: Wait, Comte

As soon as I’m stopped by the woman, melodious music swells to fill the hall.

Well-dressed noblewoman: I’d love to spend some time with le Comte tonight. Won’t you share a dance with me?

A woman with a charming smile from the past crossed my mind.

(In the past, when I hadn’t been in love, I would have accepted such an invitation for the sake of simply enjoying the novelty of a single moment; that ephemeral warmth was something I relied on in the endless sea of loneliness that was eternity.)

--But now, I don’t feel that way anymore.

(Because I met MC.)

Comte: I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m already accounted for. Have a pleasant rest of the night, young lady.

So after Comte picks the correct answer, he continues on his way to the balcony and finds MC staring up at the sky.

Aight so like. I love when they have a certain writer create these stories, because they literally always make MC the strong and silent (stoic/defensive) type and Comte her little meow meow. It may be specific to me and my tastes but I love it here and I'm never leaving.

Before I add the transcription, I will say that I'm not really sure the "were you crying? did someone bully you?" part was something I fully understood. It appeared to be some kind of idiom/nuance the translator struggled to pick-up on, so I apologize for that. But it is my understanding that he's alluding to MC being picked on/unhappy.

When MC turned around, she had a surprised but also somewhat anxious look on her face.

(If I try to ask her what’s wrong…she’ll say it’s nothing. In that case…)

Comte: Were you crying? Did someone bully you?

MC’s expression relaxed a little at my dramatics.

MC: What are you on about, I wasn’t crying or bullied. But if I was crying…what would you do?

Though she throws the question back at me, I smile in response.

Comte: A gentleman's handkerchief is there to wipe away a lady's tears. I would tend to you with the very handkerchief you gifted me tonight.

MC: Thank you. But, I’m not one to shed tears so easily.

Comte: That’s right, you’re very strong.

The anxiety that clouded her expression earlier has faded away now, and she’s smiling.

I hold my hand out to MC once again…

MC: Yes, with pleasure.

Y'all but the way she claps back, and then he kills with that line about the handkerchief. God damn sir, if nothing else you get full points for incredible verbal repartee. (Lowkey, I’d make out with him for his emotional intelligence alone, don’t look at me.)

Okay but because I can’t help myself. I love how he’s like. I’m No Gentleman, MC. I Am A Liar.

Also Comte: A gEnTlEmAn’S HaNdKeRcHieF iS tHeRe To--

Mfer certainly knows how to lay down the charm when he wants to cheer her up--

After that, it simply says they spend a lovely evening together and then cuts to them relaxing in a hotel near the venue. Cuddled together (GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME), MC eventually speaks up to explain what happened earlier that night.

MC: Hey, Comte…

MC is picking at the hem of her clothes absently when she calls out to me.

Comte: What’s the matter?

I caress her hair to encourage her to continue, and she slowly opens her mouth as if she were choosing her words very carefully.

MC: When I was on the balcony earlier tonight…I wasn’t crying, but I was pretty frustrated with myself. I saw so many beautiful women giving you their congratulations tonight, I can’t help but worry you’ll be snatched away from me…I’m sorry you had to see me like this on your special day…

So, in the immortal words of Beyonce, "What's worse, looking jealous or crazy? Jealous or crazy?" is basically the mood of this whole scene. I'm usually not the territorial type, but I wouldn't even blame MC for getting pissed--nobody likes to see other women ogle/grab at ya mans (especially when ya mans is Comte).

Also beginning to wonder if Comte has a certain interest in MC’s hair 🤔

(I see now, so that’s why)

Comte: MC

After hearing such a cute confession, my fingers moved from her hair to stroke her cheek.

Comte: It’s all right, you have nothing to apologize for. Besides which, I know how you feel--I’ve been jealous/frustrated plenty of times too.

MC: Oh…like when?

Comte: Always/All the time.

MC suddenly looks at me, looking as if she really hadn’t been aware of it.

Okay but when he just gives that flat expression and goes "ALWAYS" without hesitation, I nearly started wheezing with laughter. Petty and glamorous, I love him your honor it's not a phase!!!!

Comte: Today, for instance, that Baron who was in love with you from the moment you stepped into the hall. A young waiter brushed his hand against yours while handing you a champagne glass. Every time I see another man taken with you, my heart is agitated.

(Of course, it’s not limited to just today. It’s been like this ever since I fell in love with you…)

Comte: Rather immature for someone like me, isn’t it?

MC: Comte…

Comte: But now…I’m not the only one who feels that way anymore.

I wrapped my arm around her delicate waist and hugged her close, a sweet scent catching my attention.

Comte: Come, MC.

Just the thought of him seething because some random waiter brushed MC's hand literally just. Sent me. Like straight up astral projection, that is so much I had to stare at the nearest wall to cope. And like I'm not sure if it's the same guy, but I have to wonder if the Baron he's talking about is the one that hit on her in Comte's rt--because if that's the case, that would be hysterically funny. At the same time if it’s literally just some random dude that thought MC was pretty at first sight, that is somehow even funnier. Le Comte de "Peace was never an option" Saint Germain. Monsieur le “Don’t even think about looking at my wife. Walk away.” Comte.

I live for it, I love it, I regret absolutely nothing!!!!

I escort her to bed and sit with MC in my arms. I kissed her soft hair and laid my forehead on hers.

Comte: You belong to me, and I belong to you.

MC: Co--Abel…

She calls my name and settles against my chest, and I’m filled with such affection for her.

Comte: You’re so cute…Telling me all about the frustration and the bullying honestly. You’re so lovely I want to bite you.

"You belong to me, and I belong to you." SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP THAT'S SO ROMANTIC AND TENDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"You're so lovely I want to bite you." Do you promise. I want it in writing. 👁✒️

Then MC, who was silent as if she were thinking about something deeply, looks up--

Comte: …what is it, MC?

She pinches the skin of my neck between her lips and nips at me.

MC: I want to bite you too…I love Abel so much…

She keeps nipping at me, her soft lips nearly ticklish against my skin.

(I can’t believe you’re doing this…) NARUTO VOICE: BELIEVE IT!!!

She bit me lightly, and our eyes met.

MC: Am I the only one…allowed to do this to you?

Comte: Yes, of course…you can…bite me harder

So like. I'm aware I've already had several episodes in the process of recounting this birthday story and I apologize for the moments where I breach containment--But.

Bite.

Me.

Harder.

Wow, thanks, none of my thoughts are holy and I am forever changed. I am not going to heaven, and I'm okay with that. I lived, and that's what matters. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK--

Also yes MC, girl get it!!! Go MC, go!!!!!! Live your best life!!!!!! Get his ass!!!!!

I leaned back to give her more room and she nodded, digging her blunt little teeth into me. The slightest pain is followed by a feverish arousal that blooms from my chest outward.

(I want to bite you even now, I want to love you forever)

MC: Abel…

She called my name again, as if she could sense the urge rising from deep inside me.

MC: I’m the only one who you will bite one day.

Comte: …Of course

(I only want you)

The reversal/mirroring???? The intimacy????? Comte being blindsided but literally out of his mind in love?????? Help??????? It’s more than I can bear??????

This is especially insane to me on the level of like. The game is pretty clear about how biting your lover (at least for vampires) is a mutually understood sign of courtship. It’s a clear sign of who your lover is. And the fact that MC uses that sign to convey her feelings despite being human????? As the signal that she’s ready to fully be his and wants no one else to be able to interfere with that??????? Long time coming but also BWAH, BWAH BWAH BWAH BWAH

The other part of the end that kills me is that. They make love. With her fully dressed. And sure not necessarily that notable out of context, HOWEVER. BECAUSE I NEED TO DIE ON THIS HILL. What he specifically says is:

I reach to undo her dress--before my hands freeze.

[Comte: It’s always fun to think about what kind of dress would suit you…And besides, when I see you all dressed up like this, I can’t help but fall in love with you all over again.] (He’s remembering what he said before.)

Comte: I’ll make love to you as you are tonight. You’re dressed up to my liking, after all.

For those of you who haven’t seen the CG. MC. Is in a black dress. With sleeves that are see-through. Low cut bust. A long and visible thigh slit. With slight gold accents.

SIR. SHE IS DRESSED. TO YOUR LIKING????????????

At this point I’m convinced Cybird wants me to be in palpitations before the game ends for good. So much for Mr. Prim and Proper, I know you nasty Comte--

The rest of the bits are fairly raunchy so I’ll forgo that (let it be known simply that he is a firm believer in foreplay) but there are a few lines that I want to focus on.

(You haven’t the slightest idea how captivated I am, do you?)

[He asks her to say what he can only hear on his bday, and naturally she says happy bday.]

The heat of where our bodies are connected, her voice crying out for more, my heart and soul are on fire with the twin calls.

Comte: MC…

I kiss her tears away before connecting our lips with a smile…

Comte: I love you, too

(MC, you are the best gift of my life.)

With a feeling that is equal to eternity, I dropped my lips to her delicate neckline and…--

A lot to unpack here, but I will try (and fail) to remain composed as we go through each one.

“MC, you are the best gift of my life.” Like. Sincerely don’t even know how to approach this one. I have no clever witticisms. No trite commentary. Literally it is just beyond touching...[insert your preferred sobbing meme here]. It’s an odd feeling because honestly it doesn’t even feel like a surprise; his actions 100% substantiate what he’s expressed. It feels more like the inevitable culmination of his devotion up to this point. But there’s just something about the way it’s crystallized into that simple but enormous sentiment. That she was something unexpected, but not only welcome--accepted with such gratitude and joy. 11/10 I was not okay when I first read it and I’m not even okay now, every minute is half-catatonic.

And now to the question many of you probably have as you wait for me to address it. Did he..........b i t e bite her? The answer is I have no freakin’ idea. That’s where the story ends, and there’s no itemized specification as to how he bites her. But the phrasing keeps bothering me. If it were just another harmless love bite--as we’ve seen him do before--it’s never prefaced with “a feeling equal to eternity.” That kind of distinction is only made when he’s talking about how he changed the men into turned vampires when he found them.

Additionally, so many of his most recent stories have featured MC as a vampire (AU settings) but also in the most recent Christmas story (in the normal mansion setting), he gets extremely close to biting her for real--the closest I’ve ever seen, up to this point.

Granted all I can really do is speculate, but I will say it feels skewed in the direction of “holy shit he bit her for real, this is not a drill, LET’S GOOOOOOO Y O O O O O O”

I hope this summary was as cathartic for you as it was for me. But yeah!!! This is the vast majority of the contents ✌🏼💛

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp translation #ikevamp meta #ikevamp comte birthday #local comteologist speaks #honestly my life was before and after this event #it wasn't the most intricate one but it gave me Everything I've Ever Wanted #satisfaction factor? Immeasurable #man bite me harder #top ten phrases to make a woman lose her mind folks #I think the only thing I've seen in his stories recently that sent me half as feral #is when he asked her to lick his fangs mid-kiss #like 1. was not expecting that #2. once again none of my thoughts are holy why is that so insanely hot-- #like its not even a groundbreaking concept but something about it just made me go crazy go stupid #how can one man be so considerate and affectionate but also just. devastatingly sexy #who gave him the right!!!!! #now if you'll excuse me im going to reread his cinderella collection event story and think about all my feelings #with regards from your favorite jester in love with comte #may you enjoy this rambling overview #and have a lovely rest of your night #not to ruffle any feathers but at this point i dont know how he's fooled so many people into thinking he's the dom/forthright type #(fooled people including me a short time ago) #i am seconds from kabedoning him myself-- #also sorry for any weird formatting i swear tumblr was not cooperating (more than usual)

[canonicallysoulmates]

I watched the last two episodes of the season, and I have thoughts on them and on the season as a whole. I'm putting it all in one post so this is going to be long, it's also not going to be nice to the show.

I don't really care about ep 7 I mostly found it boring with the exception of Din being captured and Paz's death. Moff Gideon is a fun villain but I saw someone refer to him as a Darth Vader wannabe and now I can't unsee it so from the moment he showed up on the screen all I could think was bitch you'll never be him, you can dress like him, try to walk like him, do the whole red and black thing like him but you'll never be him. It also kinda made me want to re-watch Obi-Wan Kenobi to see the Vader scenes again.

The whole thing with IG-11. *sigh* I feel like if I had seen the episode prior to the finale airing maybe I would have found the comedy in it but since the finale has him getting fixed and basically coming back to life and it acknowledges (in a small way) that he is a sentient being I don't find it funny, I find it pointless, disrespectful to the character whose death was painted as an honorable sacrifice, and insulting to me as a viewer because it was clearly done for cheap laughs and to sell toys.

The character of Bo-Katan has grown on me this season, probably not as much as the writers wish she would though, but as I mentioned in a separate post I have not seen the show from which she comes, which I believe is The Clone Wars, but I have read enough posts from those who have to be looking at her scenes in this episode and thinking what absolute bullshit. I can't imagine how frustrating those scenes were for those of y'all who watch that show and know her history cause if I was annoyed y'all must have been foaming at the mouth.

The whole thing with Din pledging himself to her- who was in charge of that? Come here I just wanna talk. That scene had me judging my own mother because she liked it, so just know that if you liked that scene I will judge you. I won't hold it against you but I will judge you. It is hilarious though that he was all "I serve you, Lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written. I will serve you until it is." then in the very next episode when she's once again giving her song a spin and could arguably really use his support because she no longer has the Darksaber which was the only reason some of these people followed her in the first place he completely forgot about it, I love that for him.

Din about the Darksaber: "I only know of this weapon what you taught me. To be honest, it means nothing to me or my people."

Paz, and TBOBF: 👁️👄👁️ am I a fucking joke to you?

Wtf is he talking about??? Did Favroni not watch TBOBF? Do they not know what happened on that show? Because at a difference from them, I remember that show, the Armorer is the one who told Din the legend of the Darksaber. She even asked him before she did what he knew of it and if he understood its significance and he told her he was told it was Darksaber and that who wielded it could lead all of Mandalore. Even Gideon, in the s2 finale, provided him with info about the Darksaber because he's the one who pointed out to him that Bo-Katan had to win the thing in combat otherwise she'd be a pretender to the throne. So, "I only know of this weapon what you taught me." is a lie.

And clearly, it meant something to him otherwise he wouldn't have fought Paz over it, tried to learn how to wield it, and would have just handed it over to Bo-Katan after she saved him from the thing, and to say it means nothing to his people is the biggest lie of all because it meant something to Paz. It was a weapon that belonged to his ancestors, he wanted it back in his clan, it was important to him, it meant something to him and he is one of Din's people so to say the Darksaber doesn't mean anything to his people is disrespectful to the character of Paz Vizsla.

The attempted gaslighting and retconning going on this season is outstanding.

And it continues with the whole "He didn't learn that from me." YES HE DID WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I get they no longer want him to be the main character but are they allergic to letting him take even a little bit of credit.

Honestly, my main emotion during this episode was probably annoyance, it's so badly written. Some of the bad writing though like I have to laugh at it like Bo-Katan's very unenthusiastic hit on the glass when Din gets captured go girl give us nothing, you could have used the Darksaber and at least tried to help him.

Paz's death feels so unfair, and so pointless, and so unnecessary. He did not have to die, he deserved better than a death done just to make an episode feel big and force the viewer into some emotion. And he certainly deserved better than to have his sacrifice and death be so completely ignored in the very next episode as if it hadn't meant anything.

Continuing on to the season, possibly series, finale there is an improvement. I did like this more than ep 7, if I look at it by itself I think it was a decent ep, and if I turn my brain off I can even bump it up to good but it's still not good enough to make up for this crappy season or to make it worth it, and if I look at it within the context of the season it does feel like some of the moments are unearned and if anything it actually makes the season feel pointless. If this is the conclusion that was going to be reached and nothing that was set up was actually going to be properly explored then they should have skipped this season and gone straight to the movie. Also, because this season was so bad I do have to ask myself whether this episode was actually good or if it just seems that way because the bar was so low. If I'm gonna be honest with myself it is in part because the bar was so low.

I will give it to this episode it gave me my favorite scenes from this season and that is every scene where Din fought. I'm so glad the writers remembered that he is a badass, I greatly enjoyed those scenes, they're my favorite from the episode, they're my favorite from the season- I was cheering him on enjoying every second. I had missed this character so fucking much, I don't know who that guy was the previous 7 episodes but this is the Din Djarin I know and love. That being said has his cape always been flame resistant?

I also liked that little moment of Grogu (yes, I'm still gonna refer to him as Grogu deal with it) staying back to save him, that was sweet, as well as him creating a force shield to protect him, and Bo-Katan, from the fire. I'll admit that was a decent callback to the first season, and I'm glad that the writers remembered he has the Force because my main thought in that scene of him "fighting" the Praetorian Guards was USE THE FORCE (and I know we saw him use it a bit once Din jumped into the fight) I can only assume the special effects budget for this season was cut or they didn't have time so all they could do was throw the puppet around.

I can understand why some fans are happy about the Darksaber being destroyed, yes ownership of it shouldn't decide who leads Mandalore but this was still a historical artifact with deep cultural meaning to Mandalore, its people, and its history. If it was to be destroyed it should have been done by the Mandalorians, and it really should not have been that easy to do. Personally, I would have preferred it to not have been destroyed. Also, add the Darksaber to the tally of things that were rendered pointless.

Y'all need to stop joking around about Moff Gideon coming back to life in s4, you're gonna give them ideas

I fail to see why Ragnar had a second ceremony when the first one worked well enough that he was already wearing the helmet. I can only guess that the writers thought this would be a clever callback to the season premiere, it wasn't, or that they needed some ceremony to be happening there so they could do the whole adoption thing but if that's what they wanted that would have been a perfect opportunity to do something in Paz's honor or at the very least mentioned him. Yes, I will forever be angry that they killed this character off and his death was not acknowledged, that we never got to see Din's reaction to finding out he has lost one of the last people of his covert, somebody who was his brother, or Ragnar's reaction to losing another parent at such a young age. It's like the characters this season are not allowed to feel, there's always a point they have to hit, a line to deliver and there's no room for natural emotion like there was in the previous two.

I'm about to get myself canceled with the next thing I'm about to say, I felt nothing during the adoption scene. That was already his son, and I get this is "making it official" but it doesn't feel earned, it doesn't have genuine emotion or feel like a natural conclusion it just....happened. And I think it feels that way, not just because as others have pointed out Din and Grogu were reunited in another show, but because this season we haven't seen that father-son bond or the exploration of that relationship and how they feel being reunited. We started to in the first two episodes and then like everything else the writers ignored it. This scene would have had a lot more weight and impact if Din and Grogu hadn't reunited before the season but also if the season had shown us the bond that exists between them and explored Din's feelings at having his child back in his life- we never even got to see his reaction at Grogu getting his second piece of Mandalorian armor.

The name thing, like I said in a separate post I think Din Grogu sounds dumb and silly but the way I choose to interpret it is as Grogu being given his dad's first name and Grogu becoming his second or last name. And if I think of it that way, I still don't like the sound of it but it does make it nicer, it gives it a nice meaning. So, that's how I'm looking at it, Din is still his first name and now it's also Grogu's! He's named after his dad.

The Mythosaur was truly the MVP of this season. He slept, unbothered, through all of it I'm so jealous, I wish I could have done the same.

Ultimately, my feelings at the end of this season is that I'm glad it's over. This felt very much like a series finale, I like the way that Din and Grogu's story ended I think it's very nice which is why, as I've said, I don't want a 4th season. I'm good with things ending here because- I know fans have the hope that the way things ended are a sign that a fourth season would go back to focusing on Din and Grogu but to me this season has shown that these writers don't care, they don't care about the things they set up and they don't care about Din as a main character anymore, so I don't have a reason to believe another season wouldn't ruin things unless it comes with new showrunners.

If there is another season, depending on what it's about I'll probably watch it but not like I did with this one, I'm not prioritizing it, I'm not watching it week to week or waking up early for it. I'll wait for the whole season to drop, read all the spoilers, and then watch it. Because when it comes to this show I'm remembering the saying, fool me one shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.

I learned my lesson. If this gets another season I'm not holding any hopes, or expectations for it to be any good.

#the mandalorian critical #the mandalorian #anti din x bo katan #non spn #noniwtv #mine #i haven't used a keep reading in so long that it feels wrong to use one

[ohblitz0]

Hi! I saw your post about the Pedro Pascal character matchup and I was wondering if I could please get one? Your blog name and theme is really nice btw!

Personality description - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures. I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn, and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service (giving) and quality time (receiving)

Hobbies/likes - I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything, I'm very interested in psychology, history, mythology and folklore, and fashion! I adore all forms of art and storytelling, and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I especially enjoy interior decor.

Physical description - I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and slight dark circles under my eyes. I wear glasses and I also have these dimples that I really like! I love wearing makeup, and I almost always have a red lip on. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

I'm sorry if this got too long! Thank you very much, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

based on your qualities i think you’d work best with agent whiskey! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: a bit of fluff, a hint of some smut & some language.

when you first met the southern agent, it took you awhile to get used to his extroverted personality but in turn the both of you connected well

taking a job at statesmen was ambitious but you so were you— you were up for anything if you put your mind to it

agent whiskey had had caught your eye almost instantly

the two of you began to bond more because the amount of mission you’d done together

he admired how much work you put into the assignment, the long hours of training you would do and he appreciated all the help you wanted to give him

he found it cute how you’d start to zone out at times when he’d talk to you. he often teased you about it

“if you want to kiss me that bad sweetheart, just ask.” he teased with that damn smirk and that instantly woke you up from your silly little daydream. “you wish.” you’d muttered back before leaving the room with a blush on your face.

the two of you often messed with each other, constant flirting that went no where but one day that all changed

he always found you so beautiful, dressed to perfection when you came into work but one day you waltzed in with a red lip and the man went feral

the whole day he couldn’t focus on the tasks at hand. all he could think about was your pretty red lips

by the end of the day, a long meeting had finished and it was just the two of you left. whiskey often stayed behind with you when it got this late, always offering to walk you to your car. of course, he knew you could handle yourself but he wanted to be a gentleman.

the two of you were walking down the hallway towards the elevator before he stopped in his tacks making you stop as well

“jack?” you’d call, turning and walked back towards him with a look of confusion.

suddenly he backed you up against the wall, his hand grasping your chin making you look up at him. there was an obvious height difference and that was another thing you found attractive about him.

“been thinking about those lips all day, sugar.” he’d murmur, his thick southern drawl deepen than you’ve ever heard before. you felt hot all the sudden.

this quickly resulted in him hiking up your dress, you fumbling with his belt, as he finally claimed what had been his all along

the sight of your smeared lip stick was what made him come undone so quickly, not even ashamed at all because you were just that beautiful

the sight of his own lips stained by yours made you even more wet

“fuck— you look so pretty like this, baby.” he’d whispered during the feverish touching, and quick thrusts, trying to chase that high

that small quickie turned into much more after that day. he’d send you flowers, often got you coffee in the morning when he knew you were running late. he took you on many dates just to clarify how whipped he was for you.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey smut #agent whiskey x female reader #joel miller #kingsmen secret service #pedro pascal #pedro x reader

[takeshitakyuuto]

Trigun Book Club update volume 2/3/who knows

One more week until Trigun Maximum! Then my volume numbers won’t be off :’)

I feel like every time I sat down to read this time around, I got interrupted. Anyways, this is a long one, so buckle up

Ch 13. get his ass cobbler-san

Yaaaaaay ice cream on Vash! Me too me too!

Quite the introduction for Mr. Collarbones

I’m sorry that it’s just kinda funny to me whenever characters call Vash by his full name. That’s Mr. ヴァッシュ・ザ・スタンピード to you

Knives! Your reputation precedes you

I love when Vash puts on his shooting glasses and immediately my spotify switches to FFXIV battle music

Okay so maybe I kinda spoiled myself probably not really, since the beginning I’ve had the question (that the reader is obviously supposed to have) of why does Vash have such a big bounty on his head, but I saw someone say that he’s the Jesus character of Trigun and like. okay question answered I know enough about Christianity to fill in the blanks here, anyways with that it mind it’s really interesting to see how Vash mentions that his goal is to send Knives to hell

This guy kinda reminds me of that guy from Yu Gi Oh. Kaiba? Yeah Kaiba

12 pieces of coin, twelve assassins, twelve disciples. im making big brain connections here (joking)

There’s a ...head in that bag? [insert “so no head” gif]

Ch 13.5 [I think this is an extra chapter] i like the little background we’re getting on Vash and the visuals with him standing over the mass amounts of crosses like a graveyard is really cool

Alright cut it out Nightow we don’t need to get weird here

Even though I rarely read manga digitally anymore, I feel so spoiled with how much manga is published online nowadays. These very obvious scans of paper volumes is so much harder to read, I’m sounding out like half the words I read

You know that chapter of Kino’s Journey (okay I know you don’t bear with me here) where Kino goes to that country where everyone is obsessed with this one guy’s painting of tanks and they’re all like “it says so much about war and society” and then Kino meets the painter and he’s all like “nah I just think tanks are really cool”. Yeah that painter is Nightow

Which is more elegant, this girl’s dress of Vash’s coat tails?

Has Vash always worn an earring? Have I just never noticed? I see but don’t look? How coquette

The interspersed English that Nightow uses always adds a bit of humor. I’m not even a translator but sometimes I think about what I would do with those bits. Would I keep it to make extra work? Would I translate it into a different language that’s more commonly understood than Japanese but not English (such as Spanish)? Translations are weird man....

Vash has the best pouting face of all time

Okay sorry I said a lot in that chapter but I don’t think any of it was serious. Not that that was a very important chapter anyways, other than the bits of world building we got at the very beginning

Volume three! Ch 14. Omg I see that big cross in the cover. Do we get to meet Nicholas Wolfwood himself? God I hope I’m right and he’s the one with the cross because I’m blasting this post for the Trigun Scholars to see. Blease be kind I know so little

Seems like this volume or at least this chapter is going to be a lot of Vash vs Kaiba

So we’re seeing Rem’s death scene and how it displays her love for humanity, sacrificing herself to save some, even if she can’t save everyone. And seeing that Knives has been a bit fucked from the beginning huh. And why Vash hates him so much (cue Losing My Religion by REM playing in the back)

Vash is typically painted as an angelic type of character (thinking back to chapter nine[?] with the angel/plant they met on the sand steam) so having him depicted more as a devil character is really interesting. They even called this his true nature, although that could just be this villain character giving him shit. I’m excited to see how Vash’s character is fleshed out in future volumes and how these seemingly two sides of him create a whole

Ch 15. I don’t know (yet?) if Knives’ plan was to kill Rem along with a bunch of humans but damn. backfiredddd

So this spirit/angel urging Vash not to kill must be Rem right? Since he said that if he kills here, she’ll be gone for real? I’m taking this to be more of Vash’s memory of her and not a literal angel or spirit

Ch 16. I was totally about to rag on them for having all this insane technology and Meryl still having to use a typewriter but then I remembered that this series is from what. the 80s? Earlier? Honestly who could’ve imagined the technology we’d have in just twenty years from then, it’s insane.

Oh that’s cool! Vash is called “Humanoid Typhoon” right? It’s usually written as 「人間台風」which literally translates to human typhoon but at the beginning of this chapter, Meryl calls him 「人間災害」with furigana instructing the reader to read it as “humanoid typhoon” (same as with the other times), however this translates to “human disaster” rather than typhoon

One coin part down, eleven to go...

We’ve finally officially established that Vash has a prosthetic arm, I was wondering when that was gonna happen

First of all what is Vash carrying with him second of all holy shit that panel of the person(?) nailed on the cross

That thing was set up specifically for him? Is this another one of the twelve assassins? I feel like I’m gonna get bored of this set up real quick if it continues on like this

oh man I’m struggling with the blurriness of this volume, I keep messing up さ and き in the furigana and if anything’s got a dakuten I’m a gonner

Ch 17. I bet these poor citizens see someone in an over the top ridiculous outfit and just think to themselves, aw man this bitch is about to blow up the city again. Good thing I renewed my insurance last month

Yaoi proportions are back!

Having the guy who’s pissing you off rip out his own still-beating heart with his own bare hands is pretty badass ngl

Is Kaiba (okay I know his name is Legato but this is funnier) trying to bring about the apocalypse or something? Or rather eradicate enough humans to be able to live peacefully, whether that means all humans or just the ones he considers “evil”? Right now he’s giving me a lot of Light Yagami vibes

Ch 18. Cross guyyyyyy hell yeah. You know, maybe you wouldn’t collapse in the street if you didn’t carry a big ass cross with you everywhere. Just food for thought

Wolfwood speaks in Kansaiben???? Help I’m falling in love it’s my one weakness in this world

I’ve decided that I never want to see Wolfwood written in katakana ever again.

Wolfwood just needs to say あかん and ホンマ and I’m already head over heels

I really like Wolfwood and I promise it’s more than just the Kansaiben! I love how nice he is and he seems to be able to read people pretty well and also he’s kind of a dork. But the Kansaiben helps too

Ch 19. Omg the one guy who I was immediately like 🫵 yaoi proportions ended up being Hornfreak. Yep that’s just how it is

Isn’t it so fun when words you learned from anime pop up elsewhere? There’s “human trafficking,” which I learned from Yona of the Dawn

Oh? It’s Dominique not Dominic? That explains the かしら. Honestly I do like Nightow’s style of “I can’t tell what gender this person is”

Nightow also really likes drawing Vash ass up this is not the time for a dirty joke

Oh my god hes going super sayan also oh my god im so stupid i just closed out of my trigun tab trying to switch jfc

Ch 20. The cat stepped on my laptop and flipped all the images omfg I am having such a time trying to read today oh my god I can’t get it back I guess I’ll just restart my laptop for now? holy shit

Yeah okay closing out of the site didn’t help, restarting my laptop didn’t help, all files were flipped, but luckily someone suggested clearing the cookies for that site and it actually worked. I am so bad with technology. What a ridiculous day.

I’m gonna be honest I don’t know how you all can read this in English, I could only figure out who was speaking based on the fact that Legato used だ where Wolfwood would’ve used や

Lol jump for your coin bitch (Vash I love you but it’s funny I’m sorry)

Wolfwood’s 「ちう」is causing me so much stress. What the hell does that mean, boy. Luckily I have friends in high places (Japan)

I’m so obsessed with the fucked up angel imagery here in Knives’ rebirth

Please no romance between Meryl and Vash please no romance between Meryl and Vash please no r

Guy who only reads shoujo manga: I’m getting a lot of shoujo manga vibes from this (no but really, there’s a bunch of artistic choices in Trigun that I mostly associate with shoujo manga, but I think it has more to do with the age of the manga. Probably Ikeda Riyoko’s influence)

Knives is such an overdramatic bitch, I love that

Angel Vash! The inherent danger of the divine! Although a god can be kind it can also be cruel! Power can be used in many ways and thus is its danger!

We’ve finally established that Vash and this power that Knives brings out of him is the reason why July Town was destroyed. This is probably also the reason why he’s got such a high price on his head

Also really enjoying the implications that these human forms aren’t Vash’s and Knives’ “true” bodies

Extra chapter. Thank god he didn’t shoot the egg oh my god. The irony of consistently taking the lord’s name in vain so much here (term used ironically but also because what else can I say) while reading Nightow’s bible fanfiction just now hit me

I admit it, I totally skimmed that. In my defense, it’s past midnight.

Final thoughts: Having officially finished up the original trilogy, that was pretty damn good! The ending was great (yes, I know there’s much more to go) and quite bittersweet. The pace really picked up for me in this last volume. My only main issue was just friction between me and the genre, which is no one’s fault but my own. I could definitely do for less action scenes, but again, my favorite genre is the “nothing happens” genre. I’m really excited to see where Trigun Maximum takes the series, especially in the ways that these angels/plants are developed. I’m also excited to see more of Knives and Wolfwood and especially how they both interact with Vash, since they obviously have extremely different perceptions of him. I’m not quite sure where the plot is going to go from here, since it seems like Vash took Knives along with him in his disappearance, but I’ll follow Nightow wherever he leads us in this series. What I’m not looking forward to is having to read more of Nightow’s handwriting. God. Even so, somehow it’s still not the worst I’ve seen from mangaka. Oh, also, there was significantly less of that black cat than I expected. I’ll just assume it comes back in Maximum. And (sorry these thoughts are so unordered) wow the art was so stunning, especially there at the end, that I definitely have half a mind to pick up the physicals for my personal collection. Especially with a fanbase revival due to Trigun Stampede, I’d be more shocked if it’s out of print than if it isn’t. Oh and one more thing, we went through three of the twelve coin assassins. Does that mean that we’re going to go through the other nine in Maximum? Also, I’m not quite clear on why Vash has to collect the coin fragments like this is Dragon Ball (disclaimer: never seen or read any of the dragon ball franchise). Was mystical object collection just a trend back then? What’s going to happen, or supposed to, when Vash gets them all? Hopefully this will become clear as the series continues.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #i wanted to make today #as in the day i finished this #a day for finishing all the manga volumes im currently reading #but yeah that didnt happen #後でね～

[snugglebeans3000]

I finally decided to post my beyblade OC!!! They’ve been sitting in my sketchbook for so so long, I should’ve posted it sooner but eH

Some HCs about them so you can get to know them better:

Elliot:

Can knit, however they’re only fond of making stuffed animals. They have a lot of projects going on that they never completely finish because they have a bad habit of picking up projects on the fly. However, when they’re done, you can tell that it’s made with love and detail.

Really has an insane love for horror movies. He grew up with them as a kid and whether she needs something to bring comfort into his life he turns on a movie marathon of horror for hours. Doesn’t talk about it a lot so people won’t be freaked out, but there will be obvious signs since they’ve got a lot of merchandise with horror characters on them. They go really hardcore with their tastes. Oh you think Halloween is scary????? Have you heard of a movie called HEREDITARY or MIDSOMMAR? Elliot DIES for disturbing shit— and the more fucked up it is and gorier the BETTER. Analog horror is their favorite genre, though they admit some of its materials are a little bit overused.

Has super curly hair but combs it out to put it back in a braid. Their real hair is something more like Merida from Brave, but they hate being compared to it all the time so they decide to leave it behind. Needless to say, Merida is his least favorite Disney princess because of this fact.

Owns 3 snakes, all ball pythons. Their names are Ripley, Elton and Lucy. They are his BABIES AND IF ANYONE HURTS THEM—

Has an amazing singing voice. Like no joke. If Elliot was brave (or drunk) enough to do karaoke he’d blow eVERyOnE away. I like to imagine their voice being really dynamic, but for the most part, her voice sounds like the singer from Florence and the machine or Belle.

Can draw but hasn’t done so in years. They specialize in drawing dragons and animals, but they never really got the hang of drawing humans (those fucking hANDS—). They don’t mention it because no one ever asks but I feel like Ryuga or some other blader saw her drawing like a beast and was like ‘can you draw me something?’ To which they might say yes, if they like said person.

Very much a nerd in the pop culture sense. She’s intelligent, but she doesn’t like to flaunt it, but when you’re talking about D&D he is THERE and READY to make characters. This has happened on more than one occasion— mainly to Kyoya because he’s the only one who actually really likes the idea and wants to try it out— however that doesn’t keep them from trying to connect to people through references and quotes.

Their favorite animal is a manatee. No further explanation.

He is on the autism/neurodivergent spectrum so they’ve always struggled with making friends. They don’t have many as a result but of the few he does have they’re the world to them. Their loyalty knows no bounds and they would sacrifice themselves to save their friends.

Enjoys being around animals more than people— LOVES sea life but is terrified of swimming in open water where they can’t see. If you take them to an aquarium or zoo they will explode with joy.

This bean can swim like the devil. His backstroke is INSANE. Everybody jokes about how she’s half fish because she spends so much time in the water. Used to compete in swimming leagues when she was younger, but sadly had to drop it due to personal reasons.

Very comfortable in cold weather. It could be so cold in their room that you could see their breath, and they would just be like ‘ah, perfect for sleeping’. However this is good for them because that means that they get to wear sweaters all the time, thus being the resident human heater

Made their beyblade themselves, took about a year plus to get everything to work correctly.

Has considerable Norse and Scandinavian roots, has their one Bunad (this is like a traditional celebration dress or garments) and has rune stones that they know how to read, though they do not do it often as fortune telling with runes are only used in times of dire need. Almost everybody will assume he’s Irish or Scottish because of the red hair, and this is probably one of their worst pet peeves. They hate it when people assume his nationality.

Works for the WBBA as a medical assistant for when the Bladers get injured during battles. They worked as an MA in Norway before they got recommended by one of the main Bladers for helping them out when they were badly injured. Then they immigrated over and they’ve worked there ever since.

I alot of people would get along with Elliot, but I feel like Elliot would really hang with Ryuga, Tsubasa, Or Kyoya the most since they see them so often during their work. They would probably come in for patching up at least twice a week.

Elliot is a mom friend, but more in the way of a grandma. They love you, but most of the time they’re too tired to stop you from making dumb decisions. Will warn you once and then help you afterwards with bandaging your wounds.

Are definitely the type of character that is very kind, but if you fuck with their friends they will turn into a Dark Souls Boss to whoop the ever loving SHIT out of some bitch.

That’s all I can think for now, but this is essentially what his personality is.

#mfb #metal fight beyblade #beyblade #ah #beyblade oc #i have more #but this the only one I’ve colored so far

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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #25

It’s that time again! The Wednesday Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

There's a still in the street outside your window

Watching your dress as you turn down the light 

The fights, those nights, I tried to pretend it don't hurt,

Baby, you found another lady

We had the songs that we sang along to

And you're keepin' secrets on your pillow

Let me inside, no cause for alarm

You had the moves to make me dance with you

We carved our names into the bark To be there when we're not

Did you get out I'm wondering where you are?

And if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonigh

She says her love for me could never die But that'd change if she ever found out about you and I

You're in the darkness all alone

I always saw you reaching and catching stars

someone's out there, sending out flares

Did you break but never mend?

Well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily

Did you feel the smoke in your eyes

Did you love but never learn?

When we come down Off our high 

Some asshole broke me in Wrecked all my innocence

Shoulda known you was trouble from the first kiss

Giving is good as long as you're getting

I prayed someday that you would love me

Did I really hear you say it's over

Beat me 'til I'm numb

You are not alone

And if you're feeling too close Then we're doing all right

Did it hurt so much you thought it was the end?

We promised that we'd never part On a tree, under the stars

We had the thing that everyone wanted

Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it

 this dance is on you

Wouldn't hurt her if she didn't know

I promise tonight not to do no harm

Think about me, when you're lonely

 you're the one that always turns me on

Girl's playin' bad 'cause it doesn't pay to be good

Heartache and pain came a-pouring down 

Got you under my clothes

But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it

A cruel king made me tough

Heard that she found another guy

I see you layin' there with me Like my missing puzzle piece

Yes, I would die for ya, baby

what the fuck is up with that? 

I remember you and me

Can't believe I stayed with you so long

I know her love is true But it's so damn easy makin' love to you

Now I hear that you want me back

Mad woman, bad woman

You’re such a joke to me

I'm the king, and you're the queen, and we will stumble through heaven

 I've spent the night crying on the floor of my bathroom

Don't bend, don't break, baby, don't back down

And we're caught up in the crossfire Of heaven and hell

Want a good thing, put the money down first

Never lose control

You broke my world, made me strong

I forget all about the storm outside

you said you loved me, you're a liar

Drinking, kissing in the street We couldn't get enough

Show me how good you are

There's only one me and you cannot replace me

You taught me some lessons, those are my blessings

Do you ever think about me

And it's now or never

Daddy's girl's never good enough

Dark clouds roll their way over town

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool

When you're feeling low, do you want to call

When times are hard and you need the love to turn to

He says, "Ooh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges

Better stand tall when they're calling you out

So what, I drink and smoke too much

You hit, you spit, you split, every bit of me,

I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

And when the hardest part is over we'll be here

 our dreams will break the boundaries of our fears

I know you wanna go to heaven

Boundaries of our fears

fuck in the bathroom

 drowning my thoughts out with the sounds

I would given you everything, morning through night

If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes

#will trent #joe milius #captain joe milius #bishop losa #remy scott #jubal valentine #jeremy sisto #cyrus lupo #oa zidan #stuart scola #nestor oceteva #hank loza #neron creeper vargas #michael riz ariza #mike duarte #joe velasco #terry bruno #ez reyes #angel reyes #bottles #marcus alvarz #chibs telford #tig trager #herman kozik #les packer #nero padilla #bobby goren #benny miller #frankie morales #beau simpson

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Week 86 - 8/28/23 - A BLUE BEETLE MOVIE???

Hi there, 

It probably isn't news as it's a pretty popular film in theaters right now, but there's a Blue Beetle movie out! And it's a lot of fun! 

If you didn't know, Ted Kord, the second Blue Beetle, is my favorite superhero. There's a pretty good joke in the new movie about the difference between Ted and Batman, and not to step on the punchline, but it boils down to Ted knows how to laugh. He's a character frequently written to have a sense of humor, to know a good joke, and to be the dramatic superheroic straightman when it counts. He is not exactly an everyman--he's a genius, he dresses up in a silly costume, and he's rich--but in a lot of ways, he's just a guy trying to do the right thing because he can. 

And he casts a long shadow over the new movie, which is about Jaime Reyes--fantastically played by the dreamy Xolo Maridueña--who I don't love quite as much as Ted, but who I think is himself a great and important character. He's a very different hero. He's got a sense of humor, he's got a good heart, but his relationship with his family, with his friends, with the scarab, and with the Blue Beetle legacy allows him to be something totally apart from Ted. The movie takes a lot of liberties--it's part Spider-Man, part Ant-Man, part Green Lantern (though... honestly probably better than the past few recent film adaptations of those characters)--but it doesn't run from the truth of who Jaime is as a character, which I think makes it all the better. The best superhero movie projects don't try to be just an adaptation, but to take what makes the hero great, understand it, and share it in a way that makes them more accessible and loom larger as a hero. 

I don't want to spoil anything, but there was one extremely stupid part that made me tear up (out of just finally getting to see a thing on-screen and knowing there's some practical version of it out there and honestly, a little bit jealousy). If you see me, or want to reach out and ask about it, I'll gladly tell you. 

But there's a Blue Beetle movie. And even though I saw it and really quite liked it... I kinda still can't believe it. 

Next week: No blog on the website/newsletter! There is a Patreon post scheduled if you need your fix, going out to all backers at $5 or more a month! But I'm outta town and will see you when I return. 

What I enjoyed this week: Blank Check (Podcast), Yu-Gi-Oh: Duel Links (Video Game), Craig of the Creek (Cartoon), Honkai Star Rail (Video game), My Adventures with Superman (Cartoon), The Broken Room by Peter Clines (Book), Dumbing of Age (Webcomic), Solve This Murder (Podcast), The Venture Bros: Radiant is the Blood of the Baboon Heart (Movie--which my pal Phil Murphy worked on!), Kaiju No. 8 (Manga), Kaguya-Sama: Love is War (Manga), Blue Beetle (Movie--duh), Oldboy (Movie), Witch Watch (Manga), Becca playing a little more Persona 5, Tangled (Movie), Jurassic Park (Movie), D.E.B.S. (Movie) 

New Releases this week (8/23/2023): Godzilla Monsters & Protectors: All Hail the King TPB (Editor--on the latter half)

Final Order Cut-Off next week (8/28/2023--last day to get your preorders in): Sonic the Hedgehog #65

New Releases next week (8/30/2023): Godzilla Rivals: Vs. SpaceGodzilla (Supervising Editor) Sonic the Hedgehog: Endless Summer (A very silly credit) Sonic the Hedgehog: Scrapnik Island TPB (Editor) 

Announcements: Becca is at Cartoon-a Palooza in Temecula on 9/15 & 9/16. It's a cool free all-ages little con, so come on out and see them!

Wanna support me? Consider joining my Patreon! I've got a bunch of cool stuff coming up and already on there. As well as some silly stuff like a tour of my desk, so you can see where the comics magic happens! I've got a bunch of stuff scheduled for September already and there'll always be more! 

I have a webstore! It does look like I'm going to get a small supplement to my Beast Wars Vol. 3 stock, which is nice, but most everything else, I am not going to have more of anytime soon! Maybe give it a look! 

I've still got a few things on my eBay, if you're looking for stuff! But obviously, anything that would get shipped out won't until I'm back!  Pic of the Week: It was National Cinema Day yesterday, which is why Becca and I went to Blue Beetle ($4 tickets to the movies!). But they had to work, so I went and saw a second film, the 20th anniversary screening of Park Chan-wook's Oldboy. And the theater that was showing Oldboy had a special Cinema Day deal on the Blue Beetle backback popcorn bucket, so I did pick it up because that with a popcorn and a drink was still significantly cheaper than the bucket usually is by itself. So here's a photo of Becca modeling it. 

#comics #sonic idw #godzilla idw #blue beetle #national cinema day #popcorn bucket #popculturepunk #Ted Kord is my no. 1 guy