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moominsuki · 8 days

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✎ᝰ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ; — 11:36 AM OR when you’re needy and he’s ready to help you. doesn’t mean he won’t have some of his own fun while doing it. (birthday special)

࿄ ! warnings - major nsfw. squirting. f!reader. kind of dubcon but not really. / note. hey… how y’all doing! i have no excuses this time lol. i also can’t promise i will be back! i couldn’t let this brew in my drafts forever, esp. on his birthday. but enjoy :} minors& blank blogs dni.

you: hey kats i miss you :(

you: katsuki? i need you

you sent those texts at around 11:36 am and it’s now almost an hour later, with katsuki being in a very important heroes’ meeting of some sort. now, katsuki never takes time or leave off of work only on the condition he’s practically spilling his guts onto the floor - and even so, he’d come in with his hands wrapped round his lower abdomen if he wasn’t chastised for showing up half dead.

this wasn’t out of the ordinary for you - you know, to text him all needy and sad. don’t get it all wrong, it makes katsuki’s heart clench to have to leave you to your lonesome when he’s busy and you’re not. he knows how you get when you get off your period and mixed when you’re also feeling poorly comes a combination of you feeling melancholic, sweet and also very needy. by the way, did he mention needy yet?

katsuki: what’s up with you? you ok?

his phone vibrates almost as fast as he tried to stuff it in his pocket and he inconspicuously looks down.

you: no… i need you :((

katsuki sighs looking at your texts, excusing himself from the meeting and giving what he’d consider sympathetic eyes to his friends before dialling up your number.

“you okay, princess?” katsuki frowns, “i know you ‘aven’t been feeling well these past few days but ‘m busy-”

“katsukiii,” you all but whine into the phone, mewling and he straightens up immediately at your voice, ears turning a cute shade of pink. oh. he knows this tone. he knows it all too well amongst the linen sheets of his bed.

“i know i shouldn’t be calling while you’re busy but, fuck, i need you, need you so much,” you gasp on the other side of the line, practically swimming in his bed, wearing only your cotton panties and a barely there tank top.

katsuki bites his fist, standing behind the conference room door, groaning quietly. “yeah?”

“mhmmm, i really do,” you simper, “you looked really good this morning an-and you smelt so good and… ‘m just really, really needy right now.”

katsuki should tell you to get a grip, dash some cold water on your face and put your fingers to good use but the way you’re moaning and whining across the phone is making all his blood cells rush from the rational parts of his body down to the irrational parts of his body.

“where r’you right now?”

“in your bed… just like how you left me,” you sigh, a pathetic and wanton lilt to your words. “all alone in this big and cold bed wishing my big, strong man would come home and give me what i deserve.”

your flushed face boyfriend all but snarls, teeth bared over the phone. “yeah? what d’you deserve, then, for interrupting me at work and and then begging me to come home and fuck you? cos that’s what you want, right? for me t’drop everythin’ and come running to you?”

“yup,” you hum, popping the ‘p’ and some rustling can be heard in the background. “well, ‘s your choice, really. i just… really need you, baby.”

you can hear katsuki’s deep breathing over the phone and you’re so certain you can hear the cogs in his skull turning, clicking as he mulls over this decision. he clears his throat, lamenting with a big sigh as if this is all one big inconvenience for him.

just at that moment, deku comes through the door.

“everything okay, kacch- dynamight? if you’re busy we can discuss this with you another time.”

“…‘m gonna have to head home for a little while… something’s come up. don’ wait up. i’ll be back as quick as i can.”

katsuki wants to bite you when he can make out the smile over your exhale through the receiver but you’re quick to hang up as deku reassures his friend in his naïveté, unknowing to the true purpose of his mid day return home.

when katsuki returns within 10 minutes since your call (usually it’s a 16 minute drive from the agency to home - pedal to the metal), you’re already on the couch, and your tank top does nothing to hide the hardness of your nipples and katsuki can see the shape of your cunt lips through your barely there panties.

no words are passed as you smile sweetly at your boyfriend, who kicks off his shoes and whose hands already at his belt as he stalks over to your seated body.

“how d’ya want it, huh?” you’re already moving back across the couch, legs spread.

“just fuck me please,” you whimper, “wan’ you to stretch me out with your cock.” you paw at his hips, at the waistline of his trousers that situate themselves in front of your face.

“you don’ want me to stretch you out first?” he muses, dropping down to his knees in front of your scantily clad pussy, thick fingers pressing on your covered clit and you hum, shaking your head.

“i can take it right now,” you gasp, and two fingers slip into your pants despite your protests at how you “don’t need to be prepped,” and that you “can take him right now.” alas, you shut up effective immediately when his fingers skim through your panties and straight to rubbing your hardened nub and you can’t find it in yourself to get annoyed when two digits slip inside you, curling up only for a mere second and jolting your body along with it.

katsuki pulls his dampened fingers out, effectively taking off your panties with him. “your decision. don’t get pissy with me later when it’s sore, because ‘m not gonna have it.”

you shake your head defiantly, utterances of “i won’t” and “just please fuck me,” meshing into a slurry of words.

he grabs your face to look at you. “you promise?”

you nod and he frowns, smushing your cheeks slightly. “you better speak up and fast, because i ain’t got all day, princess.”

“i promish! i promishh.” the words come out muffled against the grip of his hand. your boyfriend takes the answer anyhow, because he gets up from off his knees to impatiently throw off his blazer, then down his trousers and pants in one swoop.

there’s a smug look on your face and katsuki can tell you’re trying to hide a triumphant smile. he wants to wipe it off your face so badly.

“face down, ass up, pretty lady.”

you throw yourself around without a second to spare and katsuki stuffs a pillow under your hips, slapping your ass in the process. at any other time, you would’ve scolded him for leaving a print. instead you moan and arch your back, clenching cunt on display for his hungry eyes.

“fucking minx,” katsuki grumbles, settling behind you and letting the weight of his mostly hard cock tap against your pussy, delving between your puffy lips and rubbing against your hardened clit.

you try to be good, try not to say anything that might make him want to punish you but you’re growing restless at what feels like hours of torture (hours being mere seconds that is) and you sniffle out a weak “katsuki, please…”

his heart clenches at your tone and even when he’s trying to tease you, he can’t help but feed out the palm of your hand. he also can’t help that his dick pulsates in his grip at the pathetic tone of your voice.

“don’t rush me or i’ll leave you like this,” he grumbles, and you both know he wouldn’t dare, and you’re about to protest, turn your head to spit defiantly at him but it’s much too late for that. he sinks in, weighty and thick and it knocks the breath out of you. you practically face plant into the armrest of the couch and your teeth bites into the cashmere fabric.

there’s something about not being prepped before that makes this so much more intimate and sexy for the both of you, but the impending realisation that you will be sore tomorrow dawns on you as you feel the heft of his balls press on you. he’s right to the hilt and you’re full to the brim, gasping.

neither of you can get a word out edgeways or sideways - katsuki leans down to wrap a thick arm around your neck and though he can barely see your face, he can feel the salty tears dribbling down his forearm and he can most definitely hear the wordless cries coming from out your agape mouth.

“this is what you wanted,” he hisses, nose in your hair, his wide body trapping you to the couch, “don’t you fuckin’ complain later- fuckin’, shittt,” he groans, pulling back out slightly and getting sucked in by your silken walls. the living room has gotten 100 degrees hotter and he wants to blame you so badly, but you moan out his name wantonly, one hand around his own that’s slightly bruising against your neck and he’s putty.

“hurts so good,” you finally get out, toes curling when the tip of his cock hits against that honeyed spot. “jus’- jus’ like that,” you slur, legs shaking and thrashing when you feel katsuki’s hand slip between your bodies.

all he can focus on is how fast you got sloppy for him, the conjoining of your bodies, if only fleeting, is getting to him, if the clench of his balls has anything to say about it. his hand finds your throbbing pearl and a straying pointer fingers rubs on it firmly in broad, confident circles, and you choke, eyes crossing.

your body stiffens and you’re not even sure you’re speaking a coherent language at this point, but you garble out something along the lines of “i love you,” and “i can’t take it,” and a contradicting “like that, katsuki.”

behind you, he’s thrusting even harder and rubbing faster at your clit, pressing down with ferocity and you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore, the tension in your bladder rising. even in the midst of a second, impending orgasm do you turn and try to kiss him, which he gladly accepts, tongue delving into your mouth and he inevitably hunches, grunting and huffing, red faced and shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you.

that’s when your second one hits, and it’s even heavier than the last, sprays of liquid hitting your boyfriend’s lower abdomen and you squeal, hips gyrating and katsuki doesn’t slow until you’re basically limp, collapsed against the softness of his sofa.

he kisses your head, pulling out and you gasp at the exit. no words are shared as he brandishes a damp cloth from somewhere - he must’ve gotten up in your daze, you didn’t even know he had left from behind you at all, and it makes you sigh, cheeks resting against the armrest.

katsuki cleans you up in typical, sweetheart fashion, passing you a blanket and your clothes like he always does after a romp, and it’s only when he makes you sit up so you can eat a banana and drink a glass of cold, fresh water do you say something.

“so i take that you’re not going back into work?”

katsuki’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, and he looks away from you, pouting. you think he’s not going to say anything till he scoffs a short moment later, “…’s not like i had much to do today anyway… i’ll catch up with those idiots later.”

you don’t bite back your smile this time and he pulls you into his chest. “you better wipe that shit eating grin off ya face.”

“or what? you threatening me with a good time?” you giggle, wiggling your brows and he opens his mouth to bark back until you move your hips slightly and hiss.

“what was that?” he questions and you ignore him. he groans, swiping a hand across his face,“…y/n, i-”

“‘m not complaining!… but i would be lying if i said it’s not a little sore- hey!”

katsuki wraps you up in his arms, blanket strewn.

“what are you-”

“since ‘m taking the rest of the day off, might as well go clean up and have a bath… remind me to never listen to you again.”

“hey! it’s not my fault you’re such a brute,” you laugh as he kisses your face, walking up the stairs.

“not so hard!” you hiss in pain, “‘m sore!”

yeah. remind katsuki to never listen to you when you’re horny.

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #༝˚૮ .♡ katsuki.#✎𓂃uma thirsts。°˖⌕#✎𓂃stamped: (my hero academia)。°˖⌕#bakugo smut #bakugou imagine #not proofread no beta we die like MEN #ok byeeeee

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leisi-lilacdreams · 8 months

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it should be illegal for a character to be as pretty as Tomiko i normally am indifferent to canon x oc shipping but this one got to me they're so disgusting cute together i hate them /jokinglololololol

Tomiko is @mishacakes' oc and they have lots of arts of them please go check them out

i hope misha likes my gift ;v;

rambling under cut

this started out as just a sketch/pose practice i wanted to give to misha but i have a really bad habit of tinkering with whatever i'm working on and it snowballed into a full illustration

one of those "wait this is actually turning out good hold on a sec" moments

i was studying @ ziyoling's style which is why all the limbs and torso are so long OTL

it wasn't even supposed to be shaded i was gonna be happy with flat colors, but...tinkering

i've seen people put shine on their mask and wanted to be part of the cool people's club but that's what started me shading everything so fml

....i kinda regret i don't have tomi popping her leg to show a peets lol ah well

i at least used it as an excuse to do more with my backgrounds getting real tired of leaving things blank, but i don't want complicated backgrounds so it's been a time going through the Clip Studio Paint asset store looking for ideas

i'm pleased with the outcome which is rare for me

it's also really rare for me to have a completed work to this degree so i'm glad i have one more to add to my small pile

#tmnt #rottmnt #my art #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tomiko #rottmnt oc #canon x oc

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piracytheorist · 6 months

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Episode 29 thoughts

I made some passionate statements about the first part. Now it's time for a bit of analysis.

So I had seen the trailer where Anya looks sad after having failed her tests and it kind of struck me how she reached the point of crying alone in her room. And well, now I know it was because she was scared of being separated from Becky.

And because I can't keep my mouth shut about this, one of the reasons Anya's friendship with Becky helps her - probably without her realizing it - is that she has someone to back her up when Damian and co. bully her. Becky is always on her side and losing that could cause her severe stress. Sure, they'll still be in the same school, but when your school environment is so toxic and also demanding, losing the constant presence of a friend in the class can be devastating. Trust me, I know of toxic environments in class, and I know of not having someone to back you up. I don't call Damian a bully just to spite fans.

At the end, Damian, despite willingly choosing to let Anya win, he inwardly accuses her of manipulating his feelings - when in fact Anya was simply terrified of losing Becky as a classmate, and that's why she cried. He's still not ready to confront his feelings. He showed sympathy to Anya and then told himself that she manipulated him into that. It shows that he has potential but in no way does it justify the way he makes fun of her - as well as practically encourage Ewen and Emile to jump in on the bullying.

Anyway. Tests go bad, and Anya despairs that she'll be separated from Becky. Becky however, continues believing in Anya. I wonder if Becky would ever consider purposefully flunking her tests so that she can stay as Anya's classmate. She's not doing that well in the friends department either.

Twilight notices her achievements in ancient language (jesus what are they teaching those kids) and is surprised, searching for a reasonable explanation.

We are reminded that he doesn't know anything about her past, can only speculate about it, and decides that since he doesn't have the full info there is no point to do that. The dutiful spy regaining control after the still-in-development paternal feelings got him trying to make sense of his daughter's mind?

Despite her failing scores, Loid still announces to her he made her favourite dish, which instantly fixes her mood.

I think, when in the first episode Anya heard Twilight's thought about how he wants a world where children don't cry, it gave her the impression that he would provide her with an emotionally safe environment - something that was solidified when he was ready to punch Swan for making her cry. Even if she doesn't realize it fully due to her young age, she chose to stay with him and do her best to get into Eden because she trusted that in his heart, he truly wants her to be happy.

So one could argue that Anya is very lucky that despite the levels of Twilight's emotional constipation, he really has the heart to comfort her after she's had a bad day. But it's not really a matter of luck, when she chose to stay with him after she saw what he hides beneath all the spy front, is it?

Warning for blood under the cut.

I gotta say, the transition to the second part was way too jarring. Since the last sight of the first part was a background, the second part should have slid in with another background - like for example, the busy city around Franky's kiosk.

I feel like an idiot, having spoken about the Cyrillic sentences in the previous episode, and now we get this.

I... What even are some of those. Why so many alphabets. Where are those even from and what do they have to do with the Ostanian culture. Does anything make sense anymore. What is life.

Anyway. Anime-onlys are finally introduced to the name Garden and What. The. Fuck.

(excuse the poor collage I'm too tired for photoshop rn)

This image isn't in the manga. I think it's the first time the anime shows more violence than the respective manga chapter, lol. Where did they even get that much blood and how did they get it so high on the wall? Asking the real questions here.

"They eliminate one traitor after another on the shadow government's orders."

That is extremely interesting! Shadow government? Employing an independent assassin group to clean out their traitors?

... Traitors, a group which would include Twilight and Franky?

Franky immediately describes someone fitting Yor's fighting abilities and Twilight is like "No such thing!" shaking his head even. The denial runs deep already, lmao.

Honestly, a bit of a shame we were robbed of Twilight's face as he walked away.

"This isn't worth any intel you might promise me."

Franky puts his skills and connections to use and it was cool to see him in his natural environment, being so smooth and certain in searching around for information.

The part of Franky working with Yor could be summarized with "expert meets expert but they're both such idiots they do not immediately suspect each other". Like Yor I understand being naive and so trusting she sees all those contraptions Franky creates and immediately believes he's all legal about his business. Now how Franky saw her demolish his decade-old work and was like "I shall not question this" beats me. Guess he was also lovestruck for that Kacey woman, and like Loid, he sees a clear spectacle of extraordinary physical strength and goes like "Everyday occurrence. I'm just sad my invention is gone."

That cat is traumatized for life.

Yor's coworkers are... a bunch. We got some sympathetic moments from Camilla in episode 16 but she's still the mean girl type in the office. Yor's naivete truly protects her sometimes from having her feelings hurt, doesn't it?

I think this will play a role in identity reveals. When it comes to everyday civilians, Yor sees the best in them and assumes they have the best intentions. When she kills, she considers her victims bastards and traitors. Right now, Yor has an amazing impression of Loid... how will that flip when she finds out about all the lies he's told and all the ways he's been using her and Anya?

The change in her expression though, when she realizes she's getting a call from Shopkeeper!

I wonder what client was so important that he had to call her in the middle of her workday. Hopefully the plot kicks off from the next episode and this thirsty anime-only shall find out!

#Spy x Family #sxf reaction

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vargskelegore · 1 year

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new person, same old mistakes. || scotty x black!fem!reader ♡

author’s note: back from my break + a new fic that isn’t shuri! however it still is a letitia character LMFAO. this time i’m writing about her role as scotty in the mini series cucumber & banana! me and @erensslut watched it together, had a blast, nd now i’m writing about this crazy lil girl. please watch the episode before reading this fic because it’ll make more sense.

this is dedicated to the black girls who felt weird about scotty going after someone that was..... yknow. LMFAOOOOO. also, reader wears wigs!! it’ll be useful info later on.

originally this was in my drafts for a very long time because of the tiktok discourse surrounding letitia fanfictions. now that the drama has died down, i feel more comfortable to post this. warnings are stated for a reason. enjoy!

warnings: stalking. scotty is a stalker, if you couldn’t tell from the episode. don’t like it, don’t read. i’m not gonna sugarcoat it LOL.

plot: even after moving on from yvonne burgess, seemingly becoming a different and changed person, scotty seems to find another girl to latch onto. this time a vans employee in the mall.

word count: 2.1k

taglist (I FINALLY MADE IT, YALL. also some people i unfortunately couldn’t tag?? it wouldn’t let me ://): @lovelyaliengirl @szalipcombo @anonymous-platypus1 @randomhoex @axailslink @yvesredhair @marssmorales @thesecretwriterblog @gialove11 @demie90s @skimm0nzz @mlmilani @skimm0nzz @cloudyydr3ams @natsgirlfriend @verachii

the mall. it was a wonderful place to be. kinda. malls were beginning to become a dying breed, and they tended to only spike when it came to holiday season. annoying kids running around, adults frantically trying to find gifts to buy people last second, and so much more.

well, it was holiday season, and all of those things listed above were happening at that very moment for you. see, you work at vans. it’s not much money, but it is some money. you definitely don’t get paid enough to have kids running around the store all the time, or people trying to steal, but you couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it.

it was a busy day, of course, and so helping people out was never an issue since it was your job. “excuse me, ma’am? i’m trying to find shoes for my son-- he skates.” a short, older lady came up to you and you smiled back at her and nodded. “oh, of course. come, show me what type you were looking for?” you used your customer service voice as you waited for her to lead the way.

as you two were walking, you couldn’t help but to think about how things were going lately. lately it had felt like you were being watched. it was a weird instinct, but a possible, truthful claim. you had told your co-workers about this before, but they laughed it off. to them it wasn’t serious. just a practical joke.

you could feel that feeling of being watched again. in the background, you could faintly hear someone calling for you.

“hello? miss? i have the shoes.”

it took you a moment before you focused again, shaking your head and sighing, you pretended to be tired. “oh, gosh, i’m so sorry. i’ve been working since this morning so i’m very tired! back to what we were doing.. what size did you want these shoes in, so i can check the back--?”

“a size eight, please.” you smiled and nodded, before making your way to the back to grab the shoes. about six minutes passed, and you were back with the shoes for the customer. you led her to the front of the store to check out, and you turned your head to look through the display window, where your displayed shoes sat. then, all of a sudden, your stomach did flips.

your instinct was right. you were being watched.

in the very distance-- where the food court lies- there was a girl. she couldn’t be too old. short, straight hair. she was tiny to say the least, like she really couldn’t hurt a fly, and she was interested in you. really interested in you.

it all started two weeks ago, when she tagged along with her friends to go to the mall. nothing serious, she just came with since they invited her. there wasn’t much she could buy in the mall, so window shopping was her best option.

and that’s when she saw you.

you were incredibly gorgeous. the way you smiled at people that walked inside of the store, how attentive you were, the way you walked around.. and all you were doing was your job. you work in retail, so everything that seemed normal to you, was perfect to her.

you were completely oblivious to this girl and her behavior, until you weren’t. see, for the first week, everything felt normal. you went about your job and duties normally. but on the second week, you were really starting to feel watched. you weren’t sure if it was because of you watching horror movies recently, but now everything felt off.

meanwhile, here was scotty. trying to get as much information on you as possible because she was so interested in you. she’d ask her friends to go to the mall practically every weekend just so she could see you, but she realized you weren’t always there when she was there.

it only clicked with her some time later that you definitely have a work schedule. which only meant she had to start coming on weekdays now, no biggie.. for her. not for you, though. that was when your weird stalking feeling started to come in- when she started coming on weekdays.

there were so many times when scotty wanted to come into your store; but she never knew what to say. ask for assistance, maybe? nah. vans were so expensive, why would she even bother asking for something she knew damn well she couldn’t afford?

regardless, she admired you from a distance. she managed to pick up a few facts about you whenever you walked out of the store on your break, walking and talking with your coworkers.

“ma’am, i’ve been standing here waiting for assistance and you haven’t even rung me up.” the lady you were helping earlier scoffed, and you snapped out of your slightly terrified demeanor. the girl you saw earlier was no longer there. she must’ve ran away the moment you two made eye contact.

“i am so so sorry, don’t know what’s up with me.” you awkwardly laughed, lying. you knew exactly what was wrong but you didn’t even want to think about it.

you continued to ring the lady up, but your heart was pounding, and your mind was going crazy. you handed the lady her bag, and she snatched it, looking at you like you were crazy. honestly, you felt like you were going crazy. maybe you were just seeing things from the lack of sleep. it was all a blur.

you sighed, leaning on the counter as you looked back out the display window.

“hey, y/n?” you slightly jumped, looking at your manager with a slight embarrassed look.

“sorry for frightening you-- i think you should go on break. you seem so out of it. i’ll cover for you, just go get something to eat or drink.” your manager explained, and you sighed, nodding and grabbing your bag.

you walked out of the store, slightly shaking. ‘why on earth did you leave the store? you now have a higher chance of being hurt!’ you told yourself in your head, but you simultaneously ignored your own words at the same time.

you stood outside the store, looking around frantically before pulling your phone out and looking down at it. you opened the weather app, hoping to god you looked busy.

meanwhile, in the bathroom, there was scotty, panting like crazy as she stood in a stall, slightly shaking. you were never meant to see her. she was only supposed to be admiring you from a distance, not calling the store’s phone number or anything-- or that’s what her coworkers told her to do. be less creepy. that plan absolutely backfired.

just as scotty was about to exit the stall, someone entered the bathroom. it was you. she looked up from the floor to see you, and you turned your head to see her. just as you were about to holler out, she put a finger to her own lips and motioned to the other people in the bathroom.

you looked at her like she was crazy. because other people were in the bathroom, she was about to motion for you to leave the bathroom with her- but immediately decided against it because she realized how that would even look.

you two awkwardly stared at each other before a lady exited the other stall, looking weirdly at the two of you as she washed her hands. scotty looked down at the floor again, and you looked back at your phone, trying to seem like you were just chilling on your break.

the silence was.. terrible to say the least. that woman took her sweet time washing her hands, and she used the hand dryer instead of paper towel. after about five minutes, the lady walked out of the bathroom, looking back at the two of you weirdly, before turning back around and leaving.

out of your peripheral vision, you watched the woman leave. once you were certain that she was gone, you sighed, and looked back up at scotty, who was still staring at the floor.

“i can explain, really i can. i’m sorry.” her voice was incredibly soft-- timid. you weren’t expecting it. in fact, you were taken aback. you couldn’t speak for a moment.

she slowly looked back up, looking at you with a face that was genuinely sorry. you sighed and nodded. “you can explain yourself-- but not here. and not in an entirely closed off area. i’m keeping my phone with me in case you--”

“i understand, and i would never do anything like that. honestly. we can go to the front of the mall if you feel safer.” she was quick to respond, and the attentiveness made you less scared.

nodding again, you walked out of the bathroom and she followed behind. you two made your way out of the mall, and you texted your boss to let him know you’d need a minute, and he responded happily.

as you two were making your way outside, scotty was incredibly terrified. this happened before and she didn’t want you to respond so negatively.

you sat down on a bench that was near the entrance, and she sat next to you, keeping her distance out of respect.

“explain.” you simply said.

“i know how bad this looks,” she began, and you scoffed, nodding as she looked down at her hands. “and i’m sorry. this isn’t.. the first time this has happened.” you looked at her, an expression that was mentally asking her if she was crazy.

“um. i saw you about two weeks ago.. doing your job. i thought you were really beautiful, but i was too afraid to say anything so i.. just kinda watched you from a distance.” her voice got small at the end. you didn’t say anything, feeling as if she wasn’t done talking.

“i understand how bad this looks, so if you’d like for me to avoid coming to the mall when you work, i understand.” she was silent after that, giving you the floor to talk.

“i guess i’m just trying to figure out.. why? like, why me?” this question was a gateway for scotty to go into a monologue, but she tried to keep it as short as possible.

“you’re beautiful. you’re always so nice to customers and it’s comforting to know that if i walked into that store and.. i guess, you saw me in there, you’d be nice to me too. your hair color always matches your shoes-- i think it’s so unique. you have a new makeup look everyday too. you just put so much effort into your appearance and i admire it. even if you wore no makeup, you’d still look perfect.” she rambled.

your heart was racing and you didn’t even realize it. you had it all wrong about this girl. she didn’t mean any harm but it definitely came off that way. it took you a moment to say anything.

“you don’t have to say anything either, i’m happy to just leave you alone and--”

“what’s your name?”

scotty looked at you, furrowing her eyebrows. “uh-- my name is scotty. scotty.. well-- it’s actually vivienne scott, but everyone calls me scotty.” she sputtered, fidgeting with her hands.

you nodded. “well, scotty. i’m gonna assume you know my name already; but just incase, it’s y/n. i’m really flattered by.. what you noticed about me. and the compliments, too. and i’d love to get to know you better, but just.. don’t do this anymore, please? you had me paranoid for like an entire week.” scotty was quick to nod and agree.

“of course, i’m so sorry.”

“apology.. accepted. i’m willing to be your friend.” scotty’s heart slightly fluttered-- friend was not the title she wanted, of course, but she was willing to work her way up to more than the title of friend. she smiled. “i’m really happy to hear that.”

“are you up for meeting with me on my lunch break tomorrow?” you asked, and scotty, slightly shocked you even asked her that, nodded. “oh, i’d.. love that, actually.”

“great. my lunch is at 11:00, and it ends at 12:00. it was nice having an actual convo, scotty.” you softly smiled before getting up and walking back inside the mall.

“oh yeah, definitely. thank you for the information.. bye, y/n.” scotty stayed seated at the bench, and watched as you walked back inside, the way your hips naturally had a slight sway as you walked.

but scotty already knew when your lunch break was and when it ended.

#letitia wright x reader #scotty #scotty x reader #black reader #cucumber & banana #banana #cucumber #imagine #wlw #lesbian #vivienne scott

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moghedien · 2 years

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Can you do a post about how Greta invited Carson on the date with the dude to chaperone and then Bev added Shirley to keep it “appropriately non-sexual” because she knew that Carson was not a non-sexual entity to Greta.

I’m also confused about Flo. Bev said there was an “attachment to a woman in town” as though if Jo wasn’t with Flo when she was caught then Jo wouldn’t have been traded?

Hmm ok, I have like *thoughts* on these but not entirely certain ones if you know what I mean?

So first with the Carson chaperoning thing, while yeah its funny to joke about Bev knowing they were a thing the entire time and making Shirley go along to chaperone them (I have literally made this exact joke lol), I'm not actually convinced of how accurate that is. I go back and forth on how much Bev is actually aware and that's mostly because Bev is so fucking good and hiding how she actually feels.

So like, the first thing to really remember here is that at the point when Greta goes on that date, she and Carson aren't actually even a thing yet. They had that one kiss in the closet of the bar. They have little gay moments in the second episode but nothing really suspicious to anyone that might be watching. When we get to the point were Bev actually tells Greta about the date, they didn't even have their little stargazing moment during secret practice yet (which Bev wouldn't know about anyway). Still, Bev's reaction when telling Greta about it is kinda interesting. After she says he was "a man with a shirt," she says this next line.

When she says this, she immediately looks at Carson (who had been making sad faces since the mention of Greta going on a date with some guy) and more or less says that its just for the sake of the team's publicity. Now, yes you can read into this and be like "oh she's telling this to Carson because she wants to reassure her because she knows about her and Greta" but Carson and Greta are not a thing yet. I cannot emphasize that enough. So at the very least, she assuring Carson (and Greta) that this is something just done to help the Peaches' image.

But....why would she reassure Carson? They aren't going to make Carson go on dates. She's married. So you can either read into it that she suspects something is going on, or you can conclude there's some other reason. Like, I don't know, I'd be kinda weirded out if I was on some sports team and my teammates were just being set up on dates they had to go to, regardless of whether or not I was dating said friends. It isn't unreasonable for Bev to just see Carson there and try to make the whole scenario less weird, regardless. But also, she might have picked up on some tension between them.

So when we get to the part where we see Greta about to go on her date and she's just finished getting ready, there's this fun little detail:

This room? The one that she's hanging out in before the date and acting like she's just finishing up at the dresser? That's Carson's room, not Greta's.

The nightstand has Shirley's humidifiers and is where the dented cans scene happens later on. I also might be obsessed enough to know the layout and door positions of the various rooms, but that' normal and not weird and also while you see Maybelle, Jo, and Shirley on Shirley's bed, you see Carson in the background putting away her clothes in her dresser.

It's not necessarily super weird for Greta and the other girls to be chilling in Carson's room before the date because 1) it's also Shirley's room and they seem to be hanging out with Shirley, and 2) Greta's room as an attaching door to Carson and Shirley's. But its stilll....something. And Bev doesn't seem all that curious about the fact that she found Greta in there getting ready for her date.

She does however offer an interesting excuse for getting out of the date:

I've seen this pointed out before, that it seems a bit strange for Bev to be getting a period still. If we assume she's the same age as her actor, then she'd be 60, which would put her well past the typical age of menopause. It isn't technically impossible for a 60 year old to still have a menstrual cycle, but its very unusual and I think its supposed to be. I mean, even the girls look a confused when she says this:

Regardless of what she has going on, I think this is a lie and I think that Bev at the very least doesn't want to go on the fucking date. I also think that there's a very good possibility that she was trying to give Greta an out here too. Because she says they're going to postpone the date, but more likely than not it'd just end up being canceled all together, or there could be some other reason not to go by then.

So Jo offers to go and Greta tells her no and volunteers Carson instead and there is WEIRD TENSION THERE. Now, I don't think that Bev would necessarily think "Oh they're definitely fucking" at this point, and I repeat myself by pointing out that she and Carson were not even actually together yet. However, there is some clear tension there. Carson doesn't want to go and seems bothered by this whole thing. Greta wants her to go and volunteers her for it and comes up with reasons why she'd be perfect. Carson is still visibly bothered by this and Greta clearly sees that.

So let's analyze who the fuck Bev is saying what to!

In the first shot when she's telling them to take Shirley, she's looking sort of in the middle of the room. Addressing everyone really, which is how she speaks during most of this scene. When she adds the "safety in numbers" comment, she looks at Carson, who is off to one side of the room by herself. This might be an excuse to either reassure Carson about her discomfort with the situation or to have a reasonable explanation as to why Shirley should go too.

When she says specifically the words "appropriately non-sexual," Bev looks directly at Greta and ever so slightly smirks.

So I don't know for sure here that Bev knows what is going on with them, like specifically. But I am 100% convinced that before Bev walked into this room, she knew Greta was a bit fruity and she at least suspects that she's into Carson. Whether or not she suspects Carson is queer too or knows that they've already started to develop a relationship, I have no idea. At the very least, I think she sees Greta trying to take her little crush along on their publicity stunt, so she makes Shirley go along as a precaution.

Not because I think she suspects that Carson or Greta would like, do anything during the date necessarily, but mostly to be like "look you can bring your crush along if it makes you feel comfortable but don't get too distracted because this is a publicity move after all." Shirley is there to remind Greta that actually this isn't a date, this is just her charming a guy to make the Peaches look good.

Now about the Flo and Jo situation, I think one thing that a lot of people on here fail to really grasp is how much danger Jo is in if she stays in Rockford, regardless of Flo.

When Bev explains what happens, she does so to Carson, alone, and there seems to be some interesting double speak going on here.

So let's be absolutely clear what Bev is saying. Not only did she bribe the police not to publish Jo's name in the paper, but she also made sure that she charges were dropped and that the league has no idea about any of this. She didn't "save the league from humiliation," she saved Jo from being outright kicked out of the league which is absolutely what would have happened if anyone in charge found out about this. Because her name isn't in the paper and the charges were dropped, they have no way of finding out unless someone tells them and Bev straight up paid off the police not to do that. And she is absolutely risking her own neck here, because she would get sacked so fast if they found out she did this.

And she's just...telling all of this to Carson.

It could be because she's the coach, sure, but she's tried to hide information from Carson before. I definitely think there's more to it than that. I think that is an indication that she knows about Carson at this point. I think she also probably suspects some other things too because, in case you failed to notice this, Carson and Greta are still wearing the exact same clothes they were wearing last night.

Here they are celebrating at home right before they leave for the bar:

And here they are the next morning when Jo gets brought in by the police:

I find Bev someone who tends to pick up on things rather well, even if she chooses to ignore them, and I don't think she would overlook the fact that on the same night Jo got arrested during a raid on a gay bar, Carson and Greta are creeping around the house late at night/early in the morning and haven't even changed their clothes to indicate that they slept at all. I also don't think she failed to notice that Lupe and Jess were missing too.

If she wasn't already aware of Carson at this point, I think this would have tipped her off completely, because she is somehow connected to Greta on the same night something seems to have happened to all of the known queer Peaches. I guess Esti is also gone too, but regardless, Bev would have had to known that something was going on at this point, because she had already bribed the police and arranged for Jo to be brought back and traded at this point, and it's apparently pretty early in the morning.

So let's look at the rest of what she tells Carson about Jo now.

Jo being connected to Flo, would put her at greater risk, yes. If people who knew Flo found out about this and didn't like it, they could come after Jo. But Jo wasn't gonna be safe in Rockford regardless. Because if she did, too many people still knew about her. The police knew and individual cops might target her or the Peaches in the future regardless of them as a whole being paid off. Not to mention anyone those cops might tell. People who saw the raid go down might know. In general, it just wouldn't have been safe for Jo in Rockford, because even if her name wasn't published or she wasn't charged, people still know she was there. Hell, someone who's name DID get published might reveal her. Gays don't have to be good people, especially if someone thought she got away with something because she's a celebrity

So why does Bev bring this up? Because she's warning Carson. She might know that Carson is with Greta specifically or she might just have picked up context clues to realize that Greta and Carson were at the bar too. They might not have been there as a couple though. They could have all just been fellow homos going to find local girls together. Regardless, she's telling Carson to be fucking careful about being attached to people in this town. Because its dangerous and if you get caught, you'll probably have to leave for your own safety. Surely you agree.

#a league of their own #aloto #sargent beverly #jo de luca #greta gill #carson shaw

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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Cello

School continued to go really well, but I was enjoying my extracurricular activities even better. And while serving as a willing hole for anyone that wanted it was wonderful and had its perks, a boy doesn’t live on dick alone, so I continued to do other things to keep me busy. George and I, while working out at the gym, saw a sign up for intramural volleyball. We formed a team from our dorm and competed in that on a weekly basis. That was a lot of fun, and we found out we were pretty good volleyball players. He and I worked well as a set-up and spike duo.

I also kept playing the viola whenever I could. I found a group in town that wanted a viola player on a regular basis. It wasn’t paying anything, but it got me playing with a group instead of solo practice at the music building. We did free concerts around town and even did some busking in the busy part of downtown every once in a while. It was a lot of fun. It was a good group of musicians with a widely varied background. We had a housewife, a lawyer, a grad student, and even a police officer.

The grad student and I hit it off right away. He’s a cello player and has a wicked sense of humor, so we joked around a lot and had a great time when we got together. It was pretty early in our friendship that we came out to each other, so with that out of the way, we could be open and easy in our conversation and not have to worry about the reaction from the other. It was also pretty clear that we had a mutual attraction to one another, but we had, up until this point, not acted on it. The others in the group, and even George, wondered when we would finally get together, but we had so much fun with the sexual tension between us, that we didn’t want to rush it and mess that up.

It all came to a head one night when we were gathering at his place to rehearse. He rented a house in a decent neighborhood, so we didn’t have to worry about neighbors in apartments or other family members disrupting us. I got there a few minutes early, and it was clear he was in a bad mood. He was quiet and kind of huffing around his house, putting stuff out for our rehearsal.

“Ok. What’s bothering you? You’ve grunted more than you’ve said since I got here!”

“Ehh, nothing for you to worry about. I’ll be fine.”

“Bullshit. Tell me your troubles! I can listen really well.”

“Well, you know I’ve been seeing this guy for a while. Grant, right?”

“Yeah. What happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No. But what could you do if he did?”

“Not much, but I have big friends!”

“Ha! Anyway, we, uh, we haven’t had sex yet. He keeps putting up blocks and excuses, not that I’m pressuring him, but what the fuck? I’m not that ugly, am I?”

“Oh wow. Um, well, no, you are not ugly. Promise you that. I thought you’d done the deed ages ago! Why are you so grumpy now?”

“We haven't. He's a freshman at school and not out, but thinks he likes guys. Yada, Yada, Yada. He’s scared to have sex.”

“No wonder you’re so fucking grumpy. You’re backed up! Why don’t you get a Grindr fuck or something?”

“I hate fucking Grindr. It’s such a pain in the ass. Lol!”

“Well, um, I could help relieve the blockage. That is, if you don’t think it isn’t too much of a pain in the ass!”

“Ha! I’ve heard you are pretty good at “relieving” people. But we have friends coming over soon.”

“No problem. I work great under pressure!”

And I grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the bedroom and shut the door. I stepped up to him and pushed him against the closed door, grabbing his shirt and leaning in for a kiss. We made out for a couple of seconds, but I had other things to attend to, so I worked my way down his body, kissing his neck, licking his Adam's apple, grabbing his pecs and squeezing while I kissed down his abs. I lifted the bottom of his shirt and buried my lips in his belly button and blew, giving him a zerbert. He doubled over laughing, which broke the tension.

“Lemme at it! I’ve heard all about it, and I want to see for myself what all the fuss is about!”

I reached up and undid his belt and then the button and zipper on his pants. Then I reached around and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants and underwear and started pulling down. I didn’t stop until they were puddled on the floor. When I let go of his pants, I looked up and saw what all the fuss was about! It was beautiful! About 7 or 8 inches long and smooth as glass, thin with a slight curve down. He had a perfect circumcision scar just under the glans that separated the pink shaft from the wide, purple head. His balls were in a smooth sac that hung loose between his legs and were as big as walnuts. I ran my hands up his legs and cupped his balls in my fingers then continued up and around his dick and over his smooth, shaved skin at the base. I leaned up and kissed the tip then ran my tongue over and around the head before taking it in my mouth. I tongued the head and gathered the precum that was burping out of the end of his dick, savoring the texture and musky flavor.

After swallowing what I had on my tongue, I took him all the way in my mouth until his dick was knocking on my throat. I swallowed a couple of times and let it nestle in my pharynx. I rested there for a couple of seconds then pulled off, catching my breath and watching his steel hard bone bounce to his heartbeat and drip more precum on the ground. I checked my watch and realized we needed to hurry, so I reached up and grabbed him at the base and took him back into my throat with one quick movement. I went up and down as fast as I could, dragging my tongue along the shaft and using my hands with my mouth to rub and stimulate the whole thing at once. He put his hands on my shoulders for support and started to thrust into me, matching my movements to drive as far into my throat as he could. We were frantically moving, his balls slapping my chin each time he would thrust into my mouth. All of a sudden, we heard a knock at the door and one of our friends came into the living room, calling out his name.

“Sasha? Are you here?”

‘I’m heeeree, Cindy. Um, uh, I’ll, uh, be riiiight therre!”

That took him over the edge and he started squirting into my mouth, filling me up with his tasty cum. I swallowed and let him fill me up again, savoring the flavor and texture of his nut.

“Are you ok, Sasha?”

“I’m, uh, fine, Cindy. Just a moment.”

I kept him in my mouth and swallowed a couple of times, sending aftershocks up his body. He continued to support himself on my shoulders, but he eventually gathered his strength back and stood up.

“That was unbelievable” he whispered. “I definitely owe you for that.”

“Nah. Just doing what friends do. I hope it unblocked you.”

“I need more friends like you!”

By then I was standing face to face with him, and he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Mmm, Hmm. That tastes pretty good!”, licking his lips.

He straightened his clothes and took a deep breath, then we both went out to greet Cindy. He grabbed a water bottle and took a big swallow just as I greeted Cindy with a big kiss on the cheek. He actually spit out his water!

The rest of our group arrived and we began rehearsal. Sasha was so animated and fired up, it was cute to watch and hard to keep up. Everyone commented on how his mood seemed better. He was the old Sasha, laughing, joking and generally commanding the room. It was a great practice and we all left happy and satisfied, ready for our next performance.

I stuck around after to help clean up and just hang out. He really was more relaxed and happy, and that made me really happy as well. It was such a simple thing to do, but it made a big difference to him.

As I was getting ready to leave, he came up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Thanks for tonight. It really was special, and it helped me a lot. You’re a good friend.” He continued to hold me in his arms.

“You’re welcome. I’m happy to help!”

“Your simple act really improved my mood and made me feel better. I can’t believe how grumpy I was because of my frustrations with him. I do care about him a lot, but man! Dating someone in the closet can be hard.”

I hugged him again, and we just stood there holding each other cheek to cheek, swaying back and forth, enjoying the moment. He slowly lowered his hands to my lower back, then my ass, and held me in his tender grip. We continued to sway back and forth, almost slow dancing to music in our heads, and his grip became a little firmer until he was pulling my body into his, our groins pressed together tightly. I could feel his hard cock against mine, both pointing the same direction and smashing into each other.

I pulled my head away from his and looked at him. His eyes were alight with sparkles as they danced back and forth between my eyes, looking at me intently and with great wonder. I leaned forward and kissed him, our lips tentatively opening to allow each other’s tongue to explore. We soon were kissing and licking each other with passion. I ran my tongue over his teeth, feeling his tongue fight with mine for space. Our lips smashed together as our breath was racing out of our noses. His grip on my butt tightened even more and was pulling me firmly into him. I reached down as we continued to kiss at the open front door of his house and felt his firm ass contracting and flexing as we danced together, then ran my hands up his back under his shirt, feeling his hot, smooth skin that covered his taut muscles.

“Um, Drew. Are you sure about this?” as he pulled away slightly.

“Fuck yes, Sasha. I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

He bent down, grabbed me around the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder then walked back to the bedroom. He threw me down on the bed and stood there, staring at my eyes and breathing heavily. We both frantically began to undress, throwing our clothes away as soon as they left our body until we were both naked before each other - the first time in our friendship. He was really sexy - tall and thin with well defined muscles. He had thin hair between his pecs and sparse hair around his belly button. He shaved his pubes, and was completely bare. He had an intricate tattoo of a rose bush and thorns on his left arm. He had long hair that he kept pulled back in a ponytail, but it was tattered from carrying me to the bed. His face was a model of intensity in whatever he did. Today it was almost hypnotic, his scruffy facial hair framing his angular jaw and pointed nose, underneath his heavy brow and dark, sparkling eyes. He was unbelievably sexy, and I could not believe that we were finally doing this. I had pined for him since we first met, but I got to know him and really valued our friendship. I didn’t want to mess that up with sex.

He walked to the foot of the bed and crawled onto the mattress, coming over me until we were face to face again, our bodies only touching where his dick reached down to mine. He leaned down and we kissed again, and that seemed to break the dam so to speak. We were a jumbled mess of hands and arms and legs, grabbing onto whatever was close and rubbing, scratching and pulling until we were as close together and intertwined as we could possibly get. I brought my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, squeezing him tight into me, as our hard dicks fought for real estate against my groin. I had wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in tight as we continued to kiss, our chests rubbing together. His light hair tickled my chest, and his hard nipples rubbed against mine. He held my head in his hands as we kissed, moving my head and face around to be able to kiss whatever he wanted. He nibbled on my ears, licked my jawline, kissed my neck and Adam's apple, even bit my nose lightly. We just wanted to literally consume each other, the attraction and passion of the past couple of months building up to an undeniable force that neither of us wanted to oppose.

We both had worked to slowly bring my knees up until they were pinned to my chest by his sculpted arms, his biceps bulging against my shins. I felt him moving his body around, trying to get his dick to approach my hole while he held me tight. I reached down and felt for his dick, finding the head slathered in precum as it rubbed along my taint. I put it to my twitching hole and held it there, his precum bubbling out to make entrance easier. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my hole to add to the moisture, then I placed my hands on his firm ass and pulled him into me. He took the que and pressed forward, his wide, round glans fighting against my tight hole for submission. I relaxed and let my hole open slightly, and he pushed in until just the tip was in and my hole clamped around the shaft under his ridge.

“Oh my God, Drew! You’re so hot and tight! It feels fucking amazing!”

He pushed on, as I tried to relax as much as possible, and his dick traveled its length to finally be buried all the way inside me, his balls resting against my ass and my hole quivering around his long shaft. My balls were smashed between our groins, and he held there for a while. I enjoyed the pressure and pain he brought to my sac and moaned loudly as he pushed harder, trying to get as much of himself inside me as he could. My hole finally calmed down and stopped quivering, but remained tightly clamped around him as he tried to slowly withdraw. I groaned and pawed at his ass to hold him inside a little longer, but his male instincts to fuck took over, and he took everything out then punched back in, going all the way down again and smashing my balls between us once more.

“Fuck Drew. Your ass is amazing. It is gripping and massaging me as I go in and out! It feels soooo good!”

“You too, Sasha. Your dick fills me perfectly and hits all the right spots. Come on, now. Fuck me!

He smirked down at me and leaned in for a kiss, smashing our faces together while he pulled out again. He thrust back in and began a long, slow fuck, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in until he smashed into me and squeezed my balls between us. His long-dicking fuck was just what we needed, and we went at it for ages. We both entered this blissful trance of kissing and heat and sweat, joined at the mouth and my hole. I gripped his torso tightly, holding him against me as we made out, him flexing his back to fuck into me long and deliciously slow. I gripped his dick each time he entered me and held tight until he pulled almost all the way out. His steel-hard cock brushed slowly against my prostate with each thrust, causing precum to continually gush out of my dick and coat our abs as we rubbed together.

He continued to fuck but let go of my legs, and I wrapped them around his body, my knees under his ribs and my feet pushing against his ass, spurring him to fuck harder. He took the hint and upped the intensity, pushing harder and harder until he was slamming into me with each thrust, his balls slapping against my ass and his body trapping mine. The sounds of the bed squeaking, the squishing of my ass each time he entered, and the moans and gasps coming from us when we broke our kiss for a moment were all we heard as we continued to fuck like long-lost lovers. I was consumed with everything he had to offer, and the smells, sights and feelings were wrapping me up like a velvet blanket.

His intensity continued to increase until his body was a blur of thrusts as the heat coming from my hole radiated throughout my body. His moans increased to squeals as he reached the point of orgasm, slamming into me one final time and holding still, his dick spasming and jerking as he dropped his load deep inside my body. Feeling him cum threw me over the edge too, and I sprayed my load out between us, adding to the puddle already spreading out. My orgasm lasted a long time, the shivers and shakes continuing long after the last dribble left my body. He remained inside me and relaxed on my body, my legs falling to the side to cradle him as he rested his head on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while, both of us dozing off for a few moments. He shifted, sending a jolt of pain from my balls through my body, which caused me to tighten up and eject his softening dick from my puffy hole. I clamped down to hold his load inside me, and he apologized for hurting me.

“You didn’t hurt me in a bad way, I promise. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Well, that whole experience felt amazing. You are a wonder. We should use you as our next fundraiser!”

“Ha! I can imagine ‘Take a Ride on the Amazing BottomBoy!’ with me inside a carnival tent!”

“We’d raise millions in a day. I promise!”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m ready to go pro. I still like my amateur status. I hope to compete in the Olympics one day!”

We both started giggling and embraced each other in a long hug and make out session, his floppy, wet dick rubbing against my leg, leaving snail trails of cum all over me. I was a mess, so I eventually extricated myself from the bed and went to take a shower. He decided to join me, so we washed together, sharing the soap and rubbing it over each other to get clean. He gripped my ass and snaked a finger down my crack to my swollen hole, rubbing it lightly and feeling the cum bubble out of it slowly. He had me turn around and bend over, eyeing my leaky hole before leaning in and running his tongue along my crack, lapping up his cum and my juices. He smacked his lips and smiled widely.

“Fucking delicious! I could just eat you all up!”

“Anytime and Anywhere!” and I stood up to make out with him some more.

We finished our shower when the hot water ran out and got dried then dressed. I made it home to find George in bed reading.

“You look great! Had a good rehearsal?”

“You could say that!” I smiled at him and got undressed for bed, the last of Sasha leaking from my ass as I settled in bed under my blankets.

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merryspark · 3 months

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Uh NO, another UP!date!

Oi My Beloved Followers Friends!

I hope this New Year will be awesome amazing for all of You! No more depression from my side, I came with rock-hard facts!! :D

Let me begin with some infos what you gonna be see from me in the upcoming weeks:

- finished asks from my box (for example BeeFormers, Human Barricade, etc.)

- finished old projects, like:

1.) You can meet Mr Flimsy and find out the end of the story;

2.) See the last page of one of my fav comic sheets how Cross doubted OP;

3.) Follow my new skill I learn from tutos bc I am a home-person currently lol - this keychain plushie I am working on is Ezreal from the LoL band Heartsteel. My li'l Sis pushed me to make it, she designed the sheets for me about the keychain, which was only the background element of an official LoL art, so we had to plan everything for ourselves to own this plushie, call it to life cuz the merch does not exist yet:

Talking about plushies, I have my excuse for missing the whole december - not just my home-problems: I worked really hard to make her an Oliver Aiku plushie from her fav anime BlueLock - it was my first job, and I did not find the perfect fabrics in the shops, so as you'll see below, it is not my peak work, but I keep practicing to make BeeFormers plushies in the future. :)

It was not an option to keep ya'll updated, because at daytime while she's at school we talk via Tumblr chat, so I would unmask my secret with any post about it, and would definitely bust my own sorry-ass in a minute. ;D Also, I learned to make embodiery (!!!) - some fatass teardrops escaped from my eye, because I bet my granny laughed her ass off from Heaven: when I was a lazy teenager, I've never planned the learn things from her (though she was an official women's tailor), even She called me into her room, and now She has to see I am learning the same stuff from YT videos... hahaha... How the turntables...

I am so sorry I was a bit sad in the close past in comments, sometimes things pull me down - like missing friends I left behind the city; friends from abroad I cannot spend enough time with: sometimes it feels I am invisible, and everybody stepped over, and continue their lives, the challenges they meet day by day, and I don't fit in their lives anymore. It is hard to handle problems at home, while I just try to be happy, but others are unsatisfied with their own life, so they try to ruin others'... So nevermind, I just wanted to reach out to all of you, because I Love You SO MUCH, and I am greatful for following me on Tumblr and other sites (which I shall Update as well...), because you look after me, and never get tired to text me, ask me, love my drawings!!!

You're the reason this blog is still good and produces new and quite acceptable pictures! :D 💚🩵💙🖤

Down below you gonna see Oliver plushie step by step, and more is to come ( sadly I have got only two hands, so cannot draw and sew at the same time )!!!

Thank you for reading!

I love you all!!

Note: this was the sample I used:

And I started the embodiery of the eyes (peak of my life by Daph):

To be continued....

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I'M WILL GOING BUCK WILD WITH THIS PLOT LMAO

Ah, ah! I was reading stuff on The Old Guard tag and now all I can think of is

Kassandra as Andy cause she is literally older than Jesus fucking Christ

Altaïr & Ezio as Nick & Joe cause WHY NOT

Arno as Booker cause he's a bloody drama queen

F!Eivor as Noriko cause DRAMA

Desmond as Nile cause they're BAMF and all come together on a AltEziDes with Arno suffering on the background and Kass looking like a proud lesbian mama lol

Bayek would be a good Andy too, and Connor and Shay also give me NickJoe vibes lol

Ooohhh, I’m always game to think about immortality-based plotlines XD

Kassandra as Andy would be spot on, especially if F!Eivor is Noriko/Quynh. Although, instead of a Labyrs, her main weapons would be the pointed tip of a spear and a Viking axe. She’d also be more on the calm chill side and happens to like to tease her fellow immortals. (To make it more interesting, maybe F!Eivor and her also met in the Isle of Skye and their relationship blossomed there as well)

Altaïr and Ezio as Nick and Joe would be a pretty fun pairing as well, especially if we keep Altaïr’s whole ‘distant and kinda arrogant’ personality. Ezio would be the one to remind him if he’s being too rude, sometimes with just a touch, because, even if they’ve been immortals for so long, some habits are hard to let go of. Ezio likes to joke that Altaïr is a work in progress which everyone knows is his way of saying Altaïr is trying. Altaïr, on the other hand, may act aloof most of the time but he’s quite protective of Ezio and there is no one in the world he trusts more than Ezio. Their personalities tend to clash at times and everyone knows that they sometimes spend half a century or so apart because of some dumb fight neither of them wanted to acknowledge responsibility with. It’s just become part of their whole deal that everyone just nods along to. Then Desmond comes in.

Arno as Booker would work. Just replace the death of Booker’s sons with Élise’s death (for more pain, maybe imply that Élise may have been or may have not been pregnant during the time of her death).

But you know who else could work as Booker? Haytham Kenway. Instead of being part of Napoleon’s army, keep his whole deal, including his actions to help the British Empire. But this time, he is the one to kill his own son instead. The American Revolution still played as history had recorded it so Haytham has to live his immortal life with the guilt of killing his son for nothing. He’d also be the most aloof of the Immortals and perhaps even be jealous of how ‘easy’ it is for everyone to move on. (Plus points if he treats Desmond the way he treats his son before and he only realizes it when Desmond tells him to stop treating him like an idiot, only digging in the guilt of how his relationship with his son was).

Eivor as Quynh/Noriko also gives us an excuse to… well, torture Eivor. While her imprisonment would be of a similar fate to Quynh/Noriko, we can include her being subjected to a blood eagle in Odin’s name. If you want to hammer in the angst, make Sigurd the one to do it. Of course, if Eivor and Kassandra met on the Isle of Skye, the events of Eivor’s life would have to be shuffled around to make it more coherent. Her imprisonment could be because of Sigurd or because of the Saxons.

And then there was Desmond. One main difference between Desmond and Nile would be their attachment to people. If we keep Desmond’s strained relationship with his parents, he would actually be more open to being immortal. He would hide his desire for a connection with practiced smiles and his chill personality although he wouldn’t fool Kassandra. It would be his desire for a connection but hiding it from everyone that makes it easy for him to fall for both Altaïr and Ezio. Neither of them planned to fall in love with Desmond, maybe they even started out a relationship with him as more of something fun and uncomplicated (like having the immortal version of an ongoing sexual and emotional threesome) which Desmond was cool with (he didn’t expect to fall for them too) while they’re teaching him the ropes and helping him acclimate with his newfound immortality. It would only be later that they would realize that Desmond is like the missing piece in their life.

Other possible ideas:

Ratonhnhaké:ton and Shay giving off Nick and Joe vibes? Color me intrigued. This one also has the additional emotional baggage of Shay being employed by Haytham who Ratonhnhaké:ton killed so, like… they say their relationship is ‘complicated’ and that would be an understatement.

If Arno is Booker, he would have had a relationship with Jacob Frye. Maybe his relationship with Jacob is what helps him move on from the pain of Élise’s death but Jacob isn’t an immortal soooo… (holy wow, Arno has, like, the short end of the stick in this one if he’s an immortal. Haytham doesn’t count, he deserves to feel the guilt)

Bayek would definitely be a good Andy as well. If you go for Bayek instead, Quynh/Noriko would have to be Aya. Although, if you just want Bayek to be included in the plot, he could be Lykon instead? Another possible Lykon is Alexios/Deimos as well and that would definitely be some angst for Kassandra.

Of course, Merrick would be Vidic, hahaha. Maybe Copley could be Layla or even Lucy?

Why are they immortals? Why do we need to explain that? Let’s keep it a mystery but make vague points of how it might be connected with some kind of Isu research to achieve eternal life.

#do assassins and templars still exist in this one #sure but they’re more in line with their historical counterparts than ac lore counterpart #ask and answer #kasseiv #is that their couple tag #idk #no usual tags because #altdes #ezides #altezi #altdesezi

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ascendanceseriesveteran · 10 months

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Short Jarogen Fanfic 🌹

Tickling - in the least creepy way that can sound 💀

Pretty dissapointed. I'm lacking my usual motivation so I don't really like how it turned out.

Beware potentially grammar and spelling mistakes. I neglected to proof-read

Tried Roden's perspective for the first time... maybe that's why it ended up like this lol

Background: he tickled her first. This is just payback

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Neither screams nor begging for mercy were a good sign. I had fought in enough battles to know it. I had also fought in enough battles to know who the screams belonged to... Jaron.

My legs carried me of their own accord as I raced through the halls of his living quarters. Feeling the emptiness in my body fill with dread, and my mouth water in anticipation of vomit. Surely I wouldn't keel over and wretch out of fear of failing my duties, my King, my friend, before at least avenging him.

I pulled my sword free on the move, bursting through the doors enough to rattle their hinges and snap the wooden lock in two.

In an instant the screaming ceased. Replaced by the haunting noise of his laboured breath.

"Roden? What do you want?" Imogen was standing over a body that was jammed as far as possible into the wall.

I didn't know why she was so calm, and... irritated?

Practically leaping to their side, I finally caught sight of Jaron. Skin red from strain, but not from blood. Sweaty and dishevelled. Eyes widening with unprecedented levels of fear.

I reached out to pull him to his feet, but Imogen's hand stopped mine. "Don't you dare even think about interfering with my experiment."

I resheathed my sword, albiet hesitantly, "Will you at least tell me what the hell is going on? I could have killed you."

The joy on Imogen's face was strangely unsettling, "I'll show you instead."

She began reaching over, at which Jaron cowered further into the corner, turning the side of his body that Imogen was targeting into the wall. Failing, despite his extensive training, to anticipate the second attack from the other side. Imogen jammed her fingers into his flank and he burst.

Like a dam, the laughter was explosive. Easily mistaken for screams as the begging returned twofold. When he covered his sides with his arms, Imogen simply moved to his neck. It was an endless, deadly loop.

She stopped and turned to me, victorious. "So, what do you think?"

"I think that is a form of torture."

"Oh, don't be such a downer."

She kissed his head and for the first time it didn't magically turn him into a happy, pliable mess. He remained ridged and guarded.

Imogen crossed her arms, "Maybe I did go too far."

My own barely-constrained laughter began to fill the room. Rather manically. But in my defence, I did just have the scare of my life. "This is great," I chuckled. "No, this is fantastic. No... this is ground-breaking."

"This isn't and excuse for you to practice your vocabulary," Jaron finally said something. With the bitterness of someone who wasn't rescued in time in time.

"Sorry, honey. I got a bit carried away."

"That's the most insincere apology I think I've ever heard," I said, earning a glare from them both. "I can't tell you how relieved I am you're not being assassinated or something."

"That would be the preferable alternative," Jaron snapped as Tobias, Mott and Amarinda all entered the room, panting with exertion.

"Is everything ok? Sounded like someone was dying."

#sorry if you need therapy after this atrocity #but i said id do it and I did #the ascendance series #king jaron #the ascendance trilogy #the captive kingdom #the false prince #the runaway king #the shadow throne #jarogen #jaron #jaron artolius eckbert iii

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hee hoo UNO REVERSE: 3, 27, and 30 for the ao3 wrapped ask game?! ✨

uwah got uno reversed! ty for the ask!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

WOW SO i was going to say "significance because i fell down the stairs while writing it, had to take a break to recover from a minor head injury, came back to its weeks (months?) later, and somehow still finished it despite being Real Bad at continuing things i take a break from so am very proud of myself for that" HOWEVER i looked and realized i finished it in 2022?? so i guess that's out for this year's wrapped and woag time sure does fly lol

i feel like the next obvious answer is pride, my ichisama tokyo ghoul fusion, but i don't want to pick it just because it's long. i did enjoy writing it and am more or less happy(ish) with how it came out, though i think a lot of my pride in it (no pun intended) does come from the fact that it was longer than what i usually manage to finish

ANYWAY... i actually think i'm going to go with stay gold! my one and only revenger fic lol

i wrote it in a fit of disappointment over the show's actual ending, but wound up actually really liking it... i think? (still feels difficult to say this about my own writing but i am! practicing!! the self-esteem thing!!!)

there are a bunch of details i managed to include that just make me happy (like the... name thing which i will probably make a separate post about in a minute here because OHMYGOD i want to talk about it again SO BAD and this is as good an excuse as any)

so yeah tl;dr i'm still very happy with stay gold :3

27. What do you listen to while writing?

tragically in recent years i have become the type that needs silence to write, i am just Bad at concentrating with music on even though i would love to listen to something when i write orz

so the answer is currently i listen to nothing while writing, but since that is a very uninteresting answer, i will say that in the past i did listen to godspeed you! black emperor quite a lot for background noise during writing sessions!

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

IT'S GOTTA BE [REDACTED] AU BUT I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT YET FOR FEAR OF SCARING IT AWAY LOL the biggest surprise part is how like... 15k of it came spilling out in, what, like 3 days or so?

alas i have stalled on it since then, but i still am very attached to the idea of it i think... so hopefully i will be able to get it done at some point! it is going to be one of those strange niche aus that appeals probably only to me BUT i'm surprisingly in love with the idea and hope to get going on it again soon

(becoming the deer mutual for love tapped was also a wonderful surprise!)

#asks #ao3 wrapped #sorry this was SO rambly ahaha #i am! surprised!! how much affection i still felt for stay gold while scrolling through my fics of the year #i may even muster up the courage to reread it today lol!

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Guess what. More replies~

artfulhero-m asked:

Ryu I don't know how else to explain this but your condoms headcanons read as so chaotic to me, and the chaos was beautiful lmao. Like the way my brain, while reading the headcanons, conjured up images of everyone in chaos clearly understanding that it's just a safe sex practice but either ends up trying to be safe but breaking the rubbers anyway or not wearing them AT ALL was hilarious to me. And by the end of all the chaos, Malleus is just in the background, calmly, watching the chaos unfold as he thinks "ah how fascinating" despite having no clue wtf these rubber cock confiners meant to prevent disease and pregnancy even look like (i.e., he doesn't get it lol).

THANK YOU SO MUUUCH at this point I’m just clowning everyone in every single headcanon post lol but these guys are cursed enough to deserve such treatment. I am super happy you enjoyed that silly post, and oh my god your imagination!! The fact that you pictured all of these idiots while reading it lol

“Rubber cock confiners” sounds like the most amazing way to describe a condom, and honestly, at least Malleus has an excuse – he is a fae prince who lived in isolation… But the rest of the guys…

You know I want all of them to draw a condom now, just to make sure that they know what they’re talking about. Malleus surely doesn’t lol

Anonymous asked:

Just wanted to send an ask saying I appreciate seeing how much you've grown over the years! I started following you awhile back when you were still into Hetalia/posted it, and stayed for the TWST content. Thanks for continuing to post your art and may it continue to thrive ♡

Ahh thank you so much, Anon! This is so incredibly sweet of you, I am very happy and grateful to hear that. Thank you for your support, and I’ll do my best to keep improving! <3

With Hetalia it’s funny though, because we’ve been having a lot of random outbursts of it over the years, the last one being a year ago (and then there was one in 2016…and even earlier than that…), so I can’t even say for sure for how long you’ve been here. But I’m super to happy to hear about it nonetheless!! <3 The last year was definitely very fruitful when it comes to changes to my art lol and it’s great it’s noticeable…

Anonymous asked:

I just wanted to tell you that my friend group jokes about the “Jack will rail him” post all the time and think it’s the funniest shit ever. It has become such a core part of our humor that whenever Jack or Deuce is mention we have to bring up the railing that will take place. Please caption more art this way. It’s hilarious.

HAHA THANK YOU, ANON, I’M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT. I love our captions a lot, because it’s Katsu who comes up with them; and I usually have no idea what they’re going to be until the post is... posted. So the “Jack will rail him” thing got me laughing too, I’m happy you and your friend also loved it lol

Katsu tries to be careful and not to overdo it, just so the caption doesn’t take too much attention from the drawing itself, but honestly it’s 100% worth it in my opinion.

I am so happy that the railing that will definitely take place has became an inside joke of sorts!

Anonymous asked:

I want to sexualize Ortho but I'm too busy and have no time 😞

I feel you, Anon… :( This is the biggest problem in our lives.

It’s okay, Ortho is a patient guy, he can wait… until he gets capricious lol

hipsterteller asked:

I though Idia is top

Idia is a character from a sfw game, so he doesn't have any fixed position.

In my art, he's always a bottom.

Anonymous asked:

I found out there's a 32 year old in the server that joined before I did I think I'm good

(related to some previous asks)

Oh good to know! :) I’m glad to hear that

#replies

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ohanny · 1 year

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i finally got to sit down and enjoy so here is cutie pie 2 you episode 3 reaction/recap mess :'D

ok i just typed it into youtube search bar and i saw the 3/4 thumbnail of nuer and syn and am screaming already so that's great

zee's hands are large and i am not sure what i should do with this information

kuea exactly how big of a dumb dumb do you feel like right now?welcome to being an adult, where you can have both marriage and a career wow

i am so glad lian is so chill like yes king, communicate, explain to this dumb dumb we are out of high school (also i am glad this is like a 4 episode arc because you know if this was a full 12 episode season this drama would have been milked for hours)

zee's jawline makes me feel things and stuff

kuea is an adorable baby though, practicing his stage presence

lian and yi ahahahaha

WHEN ARE WE GETTING TAEKWONDO MASTER KON DIAO PLS

bitches do love a good montage. i am bitches.

will these two ever get any cooking done on these counters

oh they are actually planning a barbie dream wedding together. this is such character development. but nooo, is kon diao out of a job now? YOU DID GREAT SWEETIE

lian is working double time being both a dad and a daddy, someone give this man a raise

kuea: i am saving myself for marriage

lian: while i respect your decision, i will make it very difficult

that is going to be one cold shower

whoever swoops max's hair like that also needs a raise

diao: we are so early we're lucky the employees got here first

yi: lian commented on me being late once so now i have the neurotic need to add all potential events from a mechanical breakdown to car sex into the estimated travel time

diao: why are u like this?

diao: i'm just a babyyyy

yi: when did i ever scold you

diao: *whips out a receipt so long you'd think we're watching one of those extreme coupon-ing shows*

wayyyy to change a subject yi

to be fair, if he said my name in the "nong diao" tone i would marry his scolding (hot) ass and red flag trust myself to change this man for the better over time

still holding onto a hope of a grey's anatomy wedding switcheroo :')

diao lowkey pissed about the most unromantic proposal ever

i am not looking at poppy's thighs i swear

when has foei ever been okay lol

the way i thought kuea was wearing taylor swift "blank space" merch for a second there hahahaha

lmfao these two literally have zero clue about what is going on in their own wedding

lian: yi will be here soon

yi: has been there for 5 hours at this point

diao you smol boba ball alskdlaaslkdfj

syn has a cute pout and bangs that tickle his eyeballs and i will literally physically fight anyone who says one bad word against him. i don't care he's fictional. he is my precious.

literally everyone at this wedding:

foei knows he done fucked up and oh my god, diao officially pulls the best disgusted faces in this show. mention mustard yellow and he looks like you killed his dog.

OH MY GOD DID THEY REALLY JUST PUT NUER AND SYN AT A KID'S TABLE IN THE BACKGROUND?! THE INJUSTICE!

look at these boys actually participating in planning their own wedding the day before

lian: fix this or you are fired

kuea: babe <3

foei: i love how my financial security is a joke to you all

NUER AND FLOWERS pls it is a crime this couple gets no attention because obviously they be coupling better than anyone

WHY IS DIAO AIR SWIMMING OUT OF THE SHOT WHAT IS GOING ON AHAHAHA

nuer and syn making up excuses to ditch their friends as if they would notice if they suddenly disappeared at this point ◔_◔

i love how yi is just like that's it, i don't want to be sober anymore

OOOH so they didn't just wanna fuck this is a bachelor party, yes yes, i get it now :D

kuea surprised his best friends showed up at his wedding like did you actually invite anyone?!?! how?!?!?!

nuer: i am healed

syn: and i am honest lalalalalala

are you even besties (derogatory) if you don't do synchronized wine sipping at an abandoned pool on the eve of a wedding and express your emotions in the most businesslike manner ever?

again, i do not have eyes and thus am incapable of noticing max's thighs

EVEN THEIR TOES ARE ANGLED IN A PERFECT MIRROR IMAGE

lian: i am the happiest man on the planet right now

yi: lol let me try and change that

THEY FLUFFED MAX AND GAVE HIM STUBBLE :)))))

oh yi you need therapy

not nuer and syn and their evening prayers and a pillow wall because of course there is only one bed and no blankets because why would there be

me: you know he can't just kiss it better every time

diao: shhh

ooooh, early season one confident gay nuer making a bold comeback

biting my first, screaming, crying.... you have no idea how excited i am about tutor and yim having their own series

YIM LOOK AT YOU *jumps out the window*

damn nuer, you and your... lessons ˙ᵕ˙

so when is their show dropping anygays? asking for a friend.

STOP INTERRUPTING THEM FOR COMEDIC EFFECT YOU COWARDS

ooooooh just casually stargazing here, by the ocean, on a blanket nailed down with lit candles as one does, like a sexy fire hazard

yes, lian is making this waiting for our wedding thing very hard

also zee is like a schrödinger's twink or something because give that man a polo and he looks like a stiff wind could knock him over but have him take his shirt off and suddenly it is laundry day helloooooooo

how on earth can all these people unbutton shirts one handed like what is this skill and on which level of gay do i unlock it???

lian: can i play with you instead?

kuea: hiaaa

gravity: oops ◔w◔

as someone who has done it on a beach let me tell you no amount of blanket will protect you from sand. anakin skywalker hated it for fucking REASON so for once i am going to say keep those pants on, it is not worth it

yes. you do not want a chafed raw booty crack for your actual wedding night.

okay i said you can have a marriage and a career but if i had zee promising to make me the happiest person in the world i would straight up forget cosmic-exo hahahahaha

oh. my. god. they will be in the rain. wet.

... WAIT A FUCKING SECOND.

WEREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO SEE PERTH IN THIS?

DID I HALLUCINATE THE TEASER AT THE END OF THE LAST EPISODE?

SHOW PERTH YOU COWARDS!

#cutie pie the series #cutie pie 2 you #episode reaction recap whatever #tutor and yim are coming for my throat #i do love the sweet taste of proper communication

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arionwind · 8 months

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re: BG3 alignment stuff

Alignments always seemed a bit weird to me because it always felt limiting. I preferred systems with reputation instead where it builds as you go, good or bad. Same with something like faction reputations. It was also a good reminder of who hated me or not when coming back to things after a while. lol

Oh my friend. Congratulations and also I am sorry, because this ask has unlocked not one, but two long infodumps from me! Feel free to just skip by the one on reputation systems and/or alignments, but also thank you so much for giving me an excuse to talk about both of them at once, this is an excellent gift!

=On Reputation Systems=

So I have mixed feelings about most reputation systems in most games these days. Generally speaking, for me, if a reputation starts at 0 and only goes up (or back down to 0), it doesn't do much for me. Especially when it is for an individual or a plot-relevant group/organization, it always feels to me like lazily offloading narrative character development to a player for the sake of "making choices matter" or just to boast they have such a system.

Even a lot of systems that have "negative" reps either don't really seem to have substantive consequences for going negative, or make the consequences things that probably should just be the natural narrative result of following that narrative path. Which isn't to say that happens in every game with a system like that, but I find that the majority really don't need reputation systems any more than they need alignment ones.

There are, however, two games (for which spoilers follow) that I consider the goldest of gold standards for reputation systems and that I wish other games would take cues from and implement: Tyranny and Alpha Protocol. Again, spoilers will be following, mostly minor and early ones for Tyranny, but fairly major ones for Alpha Protocol.

So in Tyranny, they have two different sets of two reputations, depending on whether it is with one of your companions or not. For your companions, their opinion is measured in Loyalty and Fear, while organizations and individuals of power/influence are measured in Favor and Wrath. Importantly though, you can build both "sides" of reputation at the same time, and get different benefits - narrative and mechanical - from each.

For example, on the companion side, your very first companion is Verse. She's a skirmisher who can swap between twin melee weapons and archery pretty freely, and getting Loyalty or Fear to a certain break point will unlock special team attacks with her. If she is sufficiently Loyal and trusts you to do your part, you get an AoE bow attack where she steps into your hands and you launch her into the air to fire a volley down. But if she Fears you enough to take whatever orders you give, you can hurl fire magic at her, which she will catch on her swords for a long-lasting melee damage buff.

Likewise, certain actions can build both sides at the same time. My favourite example of this is with Lantry, the scholarly spy/librarian/healer companion, who pretty much as soon as you get him, will take time to teach you the Life Magic rune (if you want to learn it). And he cautions you to take a while to practice it before trying to do actual spellwork with it, because the slightest mistake could spell disaster. But if you have the right character background (War Mage, in my case) you can confidently and immediately fire off a flawless Life spell as soon as he finishes his instruction, ignoring his warning. And doing so makes him Fear you, as he is pretty sure your hubris will backfire one day, but he also gains Loyalty, as he is glad to be working with such an exceptionally skilled and experienced mage.

Alpha Protocol goes a different direction, giving you a -10 through +10 opinion score with pretty much every character (and I think organization, it's been a while) that you meet. Just a single axis, but it is explicit from the start and borne out in gameplay that bad reputation is not necessarily a bad thing for your character. (Seriously, as soon as you meet your boss for the first time, he basically says outright "You are a spy. You have specific goals to accomplish and none of them include being liked by everyone. If pissing someone off is the best way to accomplish your goals, do it.")

On the simple levels of basic perks, they have some neat ideas for passive things you get in either direction. My favourite example is the agency tech expert: if he likes you, he massages requisitions and gives you more room or uses of consumable tech for your missions. If he doesn't, you get all the buggiest shit-tech . . . which still works, but zaps your character often enough to grant electricity resistance.

But then, on the major narrative end, you can also get pretty huge differences in outcomes based on reputation. The Italy area's final boss is a very coldly professional head of a PMC. By default, when you fight him at the end of that region's arc, he fights just long enough to delay you from saving everyone, then has a scripted retreat. But if - and only if - you've managed to get him all the way to -10 opinion by then, the scripted retreat scene starts, he looks at his watch, and he decides fuck it, there's still enough time for him to put an unprofessional shit like you down. And then you can kill him, changing how the final level will play out pretty notably.

Basically, if a game is gonna have any rep or alignment system, I want it to do more than numerically increment progress towards what could just as easily be natural narrative progression down a specific path.

Also, this has gotten fuck-you levels of long already, so I'm gonna just. Publish this half, then will reblog it with the talk on Alignment stuff in a day or two? xD

#essay #original ari #answered asks #snowsisterskiss

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