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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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Could you write about Jason and his crew trying to summon Demon!Eddie at skull rock on halloween. And they kidnapped the reader because she’s *ahem* a virgin. And Eddie appears but doesn’t appreciate the fact the idiots tried to kill her cause he’s bonded to her. It can be smutty if you want it to but if not that’s okay too

Summoning Part 2

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4195

It's a few weeks later on Halloween and Jason Carver, along with a couple of his basketball friends, kidnaps the reader in order to sacrifice her to a demon, little do they know, she belongs to one.

Warning: 18+ Kidnapping, attempted human sacrifice, blood, knives, talk of murder, death, demon summoning, unprotected sex, PinV sex, rough sex, squirting, orgasm denial. (I think that's everything but idk)

A/N: I might have gotten carried away...

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The walk home from school was quiet and cold, typical for Halloween. The sprinkle of rain that was coming down didn’t help much. With my car in the shop and my parents at work, there wasn’t really another choice.

I was almost home, just a street over when I heard a vehicle pull up slowly beside me. Keeping my head down, I walked a bit faster.

“Hey, wait up!” I heard someone call. Then they yelled my name and afterward was the sound of a door shutting.

Hesitantly, I turned to look at who was following me, only to scrunch my face up in disgust at Jason Carver and his posse of boys in his Jeep Cherokee.

“Yes?” I asked as politely as I could.

Jason gave me a big smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I had a question for you actually but I couldn’t find you at school.”

“Okay?”

“Hey, why don’t you hop into the car, I can drive you home and ask you?” He threw his thumb over his shoulder.

“I’m good, I can walk.”

“Oh come on, it gets you out of this drizzle for a few minutes. Come on.” He was encouraging and if I knew anything, it was to not piss off Jason Carver. So, I sighed and gave in.

“Fine, I guess,” I grumbled as followed him to the car where I slipped into the back seat with one of the other boys. “So what was it you wanted to ask me?”

He grinned at me through the rearview mirror as he put the car in drive. “Are you a virgin?”

The question came out of nowhere, completely throwing me off guard. I could only stammer out incoherently as I looked around the car at the other boys staring at me. They had the same evil little smile which was plastered on Jason's face as he locked the doors and sped down the road.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I heard him chuckle. “Knock her out.”

I barely had time to protest when a cloth was roughly smushed over my nose and mouth. I tried to push the hands away from me, but with every second that passed my limbs became heavier. Nausea build up in my stomach and my vision was becoming blurry. What the hell was happening?

I stopped fighting soon after as a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me. My hands fell limply from the boy who was holding onto me and my head lulled to the side. I could hear them talking around me like I was underwater, everything was muffled before it all went black.

When I came too, I was cold. Colder than I had been walking home in the rain. Groggily, I tried to move, yet I was met with resistance. I could tell my arms were bound behind me and my legs were the same way. Confused, I tried to pry myself out of the binds but to no avail. Calling out for help wasn’t an option either, considering there was something solved in my mouth.

“Think she’s awake now Jason.'' I heard a voice from somewhere around me. I swiveled my head in their direction. Opening my eyes to look for the origin of the voice, I was met with darkness. A blindfold.

I was trapped here, cold, bound, and gagged, what the hell was I going to do?

My body tensed when I felt a hand gently caress up my arm and to the side of my face. Suddenly the blindfold was ripped away and I could now see. We were deep in the woods, and with a glance to the right, I realized it was Skull Rock, surrounded by trees. It was now night, the stars shown through the tree tops, there was a pretty good-sized camp rife burning closer to the covered part of the rock where the three of Jason’s friends stood.

With a quick look down, I knew why I was freezing. I had been stripped of my clothes and sat up against a rock. Water droplets from the rain covered my bare skin and I shivered. Jason stood in front of me, arms crossed and eyes dark.

I tried to say something to him but the gag kept me quiet. Jason just smirked.

“You might be wondering why you are here. Well, that’s simple really. We need a virgin for our sacrifice and you, lucky for us, were ripe for the picking.” His fingers played with the loose hair which was falling into my face, and I flinched away from him.

“See that circle?” He asked, taking my chin between his fingers and forcing me to look to my right between us and where the others were standing. There in the clearing was a stone circle, cleared of all leaves and other debris. “We are going to put you in the center and offer you up so that we can bargain with a demon.”

Tears began to prickle at the corners of my eyes. Shaking my head, I began to plead with him through the gag, desperate noises leaving me. I couldn’t die like this, bleeding out of the forest floor so some jocks could have their Halloween fun.

“Don’t be so dramatic. It isn’t like anyone will miss you, we all know your parents are never around and you have maybe one friend? No one will look for you.” He held my shin tight, forcing me to look up at him. “It’s better this way, isn’t it?”

A tear finally slipped down my cheek. Jason whipped it away and laughed. “Look at this boy’s, she’s crying. The group laughed loudly and I couldn’t help but cry more.

What would they do when the ritual didn’t work? I’m not a virgin and I am far from pure since my encounter with my own demon some weeks ago. Would they be angry? Would they torture me if I am still alive when nothing happens? I trembled at the thought of what was to come.

Jason breathed heavily and looked down at his wristwatch. “It’s almost time boys. Let's get everything ready.”

Fear struck me at those words. Almost time. I was going to die in a hand full of minutes and there was nothing that could be done, no one that could help. I was deep in the woods, utterly alone.

My heart was beating rapidly and my breathing was speeding up as well, causing my chest to rise and fall quickly. Jason reached his hand down and grasped my upper arm, jerking me to my feet.

With my ankles bound with rope and unable to walk, Jason had to lift me into his arms to take me to the stone circle. I tried to push him away with my tied hands, beating away at his chest before he practically tossed me to the ground inside of the circle.

I groaned in pain when I landed on the ground. Shaking the hair out of my face I pushed myself up into a seated position. More tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Watching in horror, the three other boys came walking down to the circle with something held in their hands. Squinting my eyes, I was able to tell what they were. Knives. Long sharp kitchen knives, that glinted in the light of both the full moon and the fire behind them.

They weren't surrounding me yet, so I made an attempt to crawl away but I was soon caught by Jason, who smacked me hard in the face.

“Don’t do that.” He tutted. “If you fight this, you’ll only make it worse.” He dragged me back to the center of the circle. “Now stay put.”

I begged in my head, “Please don't let me die, please save me, someone save me.” It didn’t seem to work.

One by one the four boys took their places around the circle, Knives held by both hands in front of them. Their eyes looked down upon me and my naked body with hunger and something so dark and evil it made me close my eyes and lay back in the dirt.

There was nothing I could do now. I was corrupted, prying would not help me, and God would not help a forsaken demon fucker. No one was around for miles, so I had no choice but to take what was to come.

Making an effort to steady my breathing,, I listened as Jason and the others started to chant. Their voices blended together and echoed out into the forest, beyond the trees, and into the void.

My eyes shot open when I heard the bushes rustling, hoping that it would be someone that could help me, but it was just the wind. Jason was now leaning down, hand stuck out and reaching for my legs.

Grasping them, he took his knife and slit a shallow cut down my left calf. I hissed in pain through the gag. Blood ran down my leg and into the dirt. Jason backed away and kept chanting. My eyes darted around frantically to each boy and their knives, wondering who would be the next to cut me.

Then, instantly, they all fell silent. Jason’s voice resonated through the sudden silence. “Okay.”

That one word was all he said before they all sank to their knees and raised their knives to the sky. It was fixing to happen. I was fixing to be murdered. Frozen in fear and not bearing to watch, I shut my eyes tightly waiting on the pain of being stabbed by four people.

Yet, that pain never came, only a harsh breeze and the feeling of an electric presence. It was familiar, the energy that now surrounded me. I had only felt it one time before when I summoned the demon myself.

Curiously, I opened my eyes, surprised to find the same demon I had summoned standing over me. He looked the exact same. Long dark hair, large imposing wings, and scary horns. I couldn’t keep my eyes away from him as he practically growled at the four boys now splayed out in the dirt, their knives no longer in their grasp.

“You dare to try and sacrifice what is mine?” The demon was dumping as he spoke out.

Jason’s mouth hung open as he tried to speak.

“Answer me!” The demon roared, scaring the group.

They all cowered down into the dirt, groveling at the demon’s feet.

“We-we are s-sorry, we did not know she belonged to you. We just wanted to-to make a deal.” Jason spoke and the others nodded in agreement.

“Ha!” The demon laughed. “A deal you say? I, unfortunately, do not make deals with those who harm what is mine.”

He turned away from Jason and leaned down to look at me. His long fingers stroked the heaving flesh of my chest before making his way down to the rope which bound my hands. With one simple touch, the rope fell away. I let out a muffled gasp of relief as he continued down to my legs and did the same to the rope there.

Now, tears of pure joy were streaming down my face as I rubbed my sore ankles and wrists. Quickly after I was freed, I ungagged myself, opening and closing my aching jaw.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him so that only he could hear. He did not acknowledge me, only placing his hand over my still bleeding leg and healing it instantly. The feeling was weird, like a million tiny electric shocks happening all at once and then gone the next. My hand shot out to smooth over where the wound had been, completely smooth.

The demon stood to his full height again and I stayed seated at his feet, not sure of where to go.

“Now, what to do with you four,” he grinned devilishly and the four cowering boys. “Should I tear you all limb from limb, have some fun, or should I send you straight to the fiery pits of Hell now? Either way, you will not walk away from this spot alive.”

Not knowing if I could handle watching, much less knowing, he torture these boys, I tugged on the hem of the cloth he had tied around his waist. He looked down at me, face relaxing from the pure rage which fille dit upon looking at my captors.

“Please, do not torture them while I am here.” I shook my head at him. He gave a short nod before turning back to the boys.

“Very well, it seems you will be spared your mortal punishment, but do not think you will not endure pain for all eternity in the underworld.”

“No, plea-” The begs of the group were cut short as their bodies were engulfed in flames, their screams taking their place. In just a few seconds all four of the boys were gone, no traces of them left to be found.

In the now eerie silence of the woods, I could still hear the echoes of their screams as they were transported into the fiery depths. I began to shiver against the warm leg of the demon. The rain had just begun again and I was still naked, he was the only warmth I had.

“Come here, little one.” He reaches down for me, taking me up in his arms and walking me to the dry spot under the overhanging bolder of Skull Rock and setting me down. The fire was still going and with a snap of his fingers, the fire became bigger and warmer.

“Thank you.” I sighed into him. He said nothing, only holding me in silence.

It may be because when I first met him, those many weeks ago, we had only had sex and then he disappeared, but right now he seemed kinder than before. I could not wrap my hand around a demon caring for me, coming to my aid, and then comforting me next to a fire.

“Why,” I started then paused to look up at him. “Why did you save me?”

He looked at me, dark, black eyes reflecting our surroundings like a mirror. I tilted my head, encouraging him to talk.

“You are mine.”

“Yours?”

“Since we have been bound from our first meeting.”

“Oh.”

That was the end of our conversation and I started to shiver more. I really wish I had a dozen blankets.

The demon’s wings made a whooshing noise as their flared out before they came to wrap around us, keeping the warmth in. Most people would be hesitant to snuggle close to a demon, but right now, he was so warm and holding me so tightly to him, that I didn’t care.

“Thank you,” I said to him once more, more than grateful that he had come to save me.

“There is no need for thanks, I am simply protecting what is mine.” He stated matter of factly.

I couldn’t help the pang of heat that his words sent through me. A heat that rivaled even that of the fire in front of us. Now I was hyper-aware of him holding me. The touch of our bare skin on each other, how his hands gripped my skin, massaging where they rested on my hips.

It was like I didn’t care that I had almost died like I just needed him and I would be satisfied. A soft, needy whimper left my lips when he shifted my weight in his arms. My body was growing needier by the second.

Keening into his chest, I groaned at how my nipples hardened in the chilly night air. I let out another soft whimper when he moved again, causing my legs to spread, and allowing the air to hit the sudden wetness between my thighs.

Grabbing onto the demon’s arms tightly, I looked into his eyes, pleading. “Please.”

“Hum? What do you want?” He asked as if he could not tell what it was my whole body was aching for.

“You. I need you.” I gasped out, surging upwards to capture him into a kiss.

We had not kissed during our first meeting and I am not sure what compelled me to do it now, but it was a kiss to rival all before it. His lips were surprisingly tender against my own and although his teeth were sharp as needles, I could barely feel them as they nipped at me.

With one hand gripped into the hair at the nape of his neck and the other holding onto one of his horns, I moved my body so that I straddled his legs. Opening my mouth, I let his forked tongue devour my own. The taste of him was confoundingly sweet, like nothing I had ever tasted before. How could this creature, that demon from hell, taste like absolute heaven?

Small moans sounded in my throat as he held me tightly to him, helping to grind my hips into his quick hardening cock.

Pulling his mouth away from mine, I tried to follow yet he stopped me with a hand on my cheek. “Shall I show you who you belong to?” He questioned and I could do nothing but nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock inside of me. “Very well.”

His hand left my cheek and pulled back the cloth which covered him. An involuntary moan came from me as I looked down between our bodies to admire his thickness and length. He was mouth-wateringly perfect, and if I had to admit it, what I dreamed of ever since he ruined me on the living room floor.

Fucking him again had been all I could think about for weeks. Waiting on him to call upon me to continue fulfilling my service to him.

“Shit,” I hissed when the grinding of my hips caused his cock to barely sweep across my clit. It was aching to be touched and so was I.

“Fuck me, please,” I begged him, writhing in his hold.

The demon just grinned as he took his cock in hand and slid its head between my slick folds. I trembled as he pushed into my cunt.

“Nnhg- ah!” I cried out breathlessly, clinging to his shoulders. The stretch of my walls to accommodate him was almost painful, even so, it sent out the most carnal of pleasures through my body.

I was so close to his face that I could clear the short groans he tried to keep quiet as he began to work my body up and down along his cock. They were so sinful sounding, the noises made a wave of arousal gush around him.

Everything about him was titillating. Inviting in the most prurient of ways.

“Faster,” I began to plead with him, moving my hips in his grasp. I needed friction and to feel the head of his cock prodding into the depths of my cunt. “Faster,” I whined again.

He listened, grabbing tightly onto me and beginning to pound his hips up into me the best he could in our seated position. It was like I could feel him all the way in my stomach as he fucked me.

In my pleasure, my head lulled back, exposing the contours of my neck and arching my breasts into his face. He took this as an opportunity to capture the peaked nipple of my left breast in his mouth.

The sensation of his split tongue as it played with my nipple was indescribable. It just felt amazing and had me rolling my hips in time with his thrusts.

As his thrusts became faster and faster it was becoming harder for me to take a deep breath. Moans were flying out of my mouth at a constant rate. Lewd, all-consuming, moans and mewls. To my own ears, I sounded akin to the most debauched and pornographic thing I could imagine.

My cunt gripped his cock tightly. I needed something more than just him furiously jackhammering into me. Quickly, I reached my hand down between us and began to rub tight circles along my clit.

The stimulation of my fingers and his cock stirred up the heat within me and had my toes curling and my muscles tensing. I was so close to the end.

“Not yet.” Came the boom of the demon’s voice through the haze of my desperation.

I shook my head frantically. “No, please, please.” My head shot forward to rest on his broad chest. I needed to cum, I couldn’t wait.

“Not yet.” He commanded again, voice deeper, more authoritative.

Tears of frustration started to pool in my eyes and a clammy sweat broke out over my body. I was trying so hard to hold back. My fingers stopped playing with my clit, only circling it every once in a while. IT was too sensitive to be touched too much or else I would have no choice but to let myself go.

“A-aahh! Please,” I wailed into his chest. My hand which still held his shoulder, clawed at the skin as I refrained from succumbing to my own pleasure.

“No.” He grunted out.

The demon moved his hands, wrapping one arm completely around my waist as he took us from his seat and laid me on the ground. Then, his hands went to my thighs, pushing them up and into my chest.

At this new angle, it was like I could feel every vein in his cock as he pushed into me. Screaming in pure ecstasy, I strained against him. Cunt convulsing and clenching, as if it both wanted to keep him inside of me yet also push him away.

My body was moving of its own accord, squirming and writing in his stronghold. The slap of his skin on my ass and thighs sent a pleasant sting through me which added to the mountain of pleasure that was seconds away from toppling.

His assault on my cunt was faster now that he was aiming down rather than up. The push of his cock into the very deepest parts of me would now be considered a stab.

“Ah- ahhh- ahhh!” I needed something to grasp onto, something to tether me to the earth as I felt like I would fall over the edge at any given moment. The pressure was at a tipping point and it almost felt as if my cunt were going to explode. “Please,” I moan. “I need to cum. Let me cum, please.”

Tears ran down my face as we looked one another in the eye. He did not give into my please ad he forcefully spread my legs and reached his hand down to my folds. He wet his fingers with the abundant slick and began to flit his fingers from side to side over my clit. The new, unforgiving, friction had my back completely arching off the ground.

“Now.” He stated simply, grunting when my body went rigid. The pressure which had accumulated in my lower abdomen was finally released after a long time of being built up and held off.

“Aaahhhh!” A scream ripped from me. I could feel the wetness of my arousal, hear it even, as it gushed out of me in a stream, hitting the demon in the stomach and flowing down both of our bodies. He did not stop driving his hips into mine as I came around him.

My body shook as I cried out in pain, pleasure, and relief. His constant thrusts were becoming less constant and more carnal-minded as he came closer and closer to his own release.

“Yes- ah, yes,” I mumbled, reaching out to him as he began to slow to a stop, his own seed spilling into me, filling me up.

His body dropped on top of me, although, his arms held most of his weight off of me. “You are forever mine little one. Do not forget that.” The growl of his voice sent a shiver through me.

I nodded in response, shining contently, settling tiredly into the forest floor. He leaned his face in closer to mine and capture my lips with his own. If I was not so warn out, I would have jumped in surprise at him initiating the kiss.

It was a deep kiss. One which held a surprising amount of emotion at least for me. I should not be falling for a demon, even if he saved me from certain death. And surely a demon should not be falling in love with me, a human.

When he pulled away I gazed at him through lidded eyes, smiling. “Thank you.” I yawned. He said nothing, he just silently watched me as I slowly drifted off to sleep surrounded by the warmth of him and the fire at our side.

I do not know how I ended up back in my house, fully dressed in my pajamas, and snuggled up in my bed the next morning, but I was unbothered by it. The only thing that was on my mind was when I would see my demon again.

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dsaf-confessions · 4 months

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So like after making that I think Steven's tragedy is overlooked confession I realised it isn't just him but also everyone else . Including Jack & Dave the most popular characters in this fandom

So like Dee. She was a child. I think around 6 years old. Idk but Im sure she wasn't even 10. And she also died in her birthday??. So like imagine being so young going to a pizzeria to celebrate your birthday, and then, you get killed by a pink fuck, in a place you thought was supposed to be fun and harmless children entertainment fun. And then said pink fuck, FORCES your soul in an animatronic. So like you spend decades, trying to save other children so they won't end up like you. Jesus, she tried her hardest to save other children, to help give them their happiest day that was taken away from them at such young ages. But it was a cycle of failure. She couldn't save them. She was still, a child, like them. A child that was forced to mature at such young age. Can only do much. It's so fucking tragic. I love her I rlly wanna hug her.

Peter. People seem to say that he abandoned Dee and Jack. But I don't think he did. He just moved on with his wife. That's kinda what married people do. Just because he wasn't there, doesn't mean he outright abandoned them. If he had. I don't think Jack would had run off to his place for help after his and Dee's death. Or that Henry's line about his family dying just to get away from him, and that he meant more as a phone guy than he did to his family when he was alive. Would had affected him, if he actually tried getting away from them. He feels bad for not being there for them. I don't blame him. He was a working man. He probably COULDN'T be there at Dee's party cause of work. Fazbender's is a shit ass place to work at anyway. He still blames himself. For his family falling apart. For leaving. He spent many years slaved at Freddy's while also having flashbacks/memories when he was alive. Sounds awful. His suicidal outburst in the evil route isn't talked about enough. He wanted to die. If it meant he'd see Caroline again. Oof

Even Jack and Dave's tragedies are overlooked.

Dave's backstory is so messed that it actually makes me sick in my stomach. No kidding. (Not saying it's bad or anything) So I'd prefer to not talk too much about it. Hope you understand .But in a nutshell. It's about someone who never had any kind of love growing up desperately trying to get the approval/love of the people he loves. And even considers family. So much that he's willing to take any kind of abuse, fucked up experiments, manipulation and literally killing him. To be with them. Cause he never had any love. He thinks they care for him. And that's enough for him to literally cheat death and posses his own corpse, over, and over, and over again. Just to be with them. That he was willing to murder. For them. Cause they told him he was doing good. Jesus. It's messed up.

Jack's own tragedy, and blackjack's, he lost his parents and was left as an orphan to take care of his sister at an actually young age. I think he was in his 19-20s when that happened. In fact Im sure he wasn't even old enough to drink on the state he lives in. Which I think already explains how messed up his mental health actually was. And then one day he messed up. He left Dee and that led to her death. He tried to find her, to save her. It cost him his own life. He was dead, soulless, people didn't saw him as human. They knew him as the ' scary orange man/guy'. But he made a promise. It's sad, one of the very few times he's actually acknowledged as human. Is the dsaf 3 good ending. Aka where he literally did everything for everyone knowing that in the end he couldn't pass on and get his own happiest day. And blackjack's regret. It was so strong that it gave him the power to go back in time. Just cause his guilt to turn back the clock and save Dee was that strong.

I think people should start seeing dsaf as something more than just "haha funny orange and aubergine guys have sex in Vegas". There are so many other things to it than davesport. For a series that's as much of a shitpost as dsaf. It's actually filled with angst. And so much potential only for the fandom to focus only on one part of it.

Anyway hi.

Can you guys that I like angst by now?

#dayshift at freddy's #dsaf #dsaf confessions #jack kennedy #dave miller #dee kennedy #peter kennedy #steven stevenson

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 2 months

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Actually, on the subject of pilot Vox and how he is more confident and collected.

That weirdly reminded me, I was, at one point, humoring my own 2P stuff with Alastor and Vox. I remember in the AU, I called Alastor Apricot (because his color scheme is orange) and he was a lot more tech savvy than canon Alastor as he has and had the habit of breaking things down because he was curious on how everything worked. His radio tower in the hotel is filled with broken machines and weird organic stuff too, like jars with embalming fluid with weird stuff (eyes, plants, organs, etc) in them and bones and skulls littering his selves. The reason he ended up in hell was because he legit tried to create disturbing human and radio hybrids/cyborgs in the name of science and his radio show, when alive, was like a Sci-Fi horror thing (think the Twilight Zone). He was a lot more bubbly and chaotic, semi forgetful. He is realistic yes, but he does believe in Charlie's dream. Also know he wasn't a cannibal, not for good moral reasons, but because it be a waste of materials.

As for Vox, I remember painting him as more cold and distant. The literal embodiment of lifeless TV. Basically like, the greed behind major studios and tech companies. You know, like the embodiment of how robotic a lot of things have become. He rarely emotes or even expresses emotions, besides maybe a grimace. I think I remember Val and Velvet being very put off by him? I think. I do remember his color scheme was very grey and silver, modern but like in the cold robotic way. I think also maybe he had a human head and the TV head was something he could put on? Idk remember that well as Apricot stood out to me more, but I know for the fact this 2P Vox had like hair (i think). You can tell I barely remember him as I didnt bother giving him an alt name.

I think their dynamic was a smidge different. I think. I vaguely remember Vox being annoyed at Apricot more because he saw him as destructive and childish, while Apricot saw him as more stuck up and assholeish. I think something about their dynamic was about living here the present while remembering the past vs being blindsided by the future and forgetting what you have currently.

Other Details I remember -Apricot is missing limbs, he has a steampunk prosthetic arm and leg. -I actually can't remember if Apricot was an overlord or not, I know he was feared as the Radio Demon still so I think he was? -Apricot is the only one who manages to piss off 2P!Vox -Apricot would build this radio bot things for his shadows to posses and move around with. He could also just turn into a deer and would do so to escape if in danger -2P!Vox's lair was a lot more grey and silver and very clinical lookin compared to canon

And that's really all. Thought I share this weird chaotic idea of a 2P AU and now I shall //goes back to focusing on Radio Guard

-⚔️ anon

Apricot is amazing and I love everything about him, how does your brain come up with so much amazing and creative stuff I'm legitimately in awe

#ask #⚔️ anon #staticradio #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel

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ofallthingsnasty · 3 months

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This is highly unlikely to happen BUT imagine the show Wife Swap (old american reality show from the early 2000s). I never saw a single episode and don’t intend to but the premise is simple (and really weird lmao): two wives from vastly different families swap households for a while. Shenanigans ensue.

Anyways, there is not a chance in hell Crocodile would let his basement wife anywhere near Doflamingo, but imagine some devil fruit fuckery swaps basement wife and the family pet temporarily. Everyone, except for Doflamingo maybe, will be having a really hard time until wife and pet can be located and brought back to their proper places

Oh, anon if only you knew - the German version was a huge part of my tween years, mainly because of one specific meme that came out of it (Frauentausch-Andreas)💀 The thought is so fucking funny, though. Idk what it is about dark content with a crack-treated-seriously twist, but it makes me laugh.

tw. crack treated seriously, noncon (only for Doffy), basement wife is fat + fem, family pet is gn as always

Oh my god, call that basement wife's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. You thought your cartoonishly evil pseudo-husband was bad? Hah, you know absolutely nothing, you stupid little thing. When Doflamingo scrapes you out of the crate instead of his little bipedal dog, he's confused - but he can put two and two together, and quickly at that. Obviously, you're not some assassin (really, what kind of strategy is that? Killing one of his family, making the body disapear and then wait for him to appear? Hilariously bad, honestly), not some spy and you really, really aren't the one who's supposed to sit in that cage. And when you start crying the moment he asks you what the hell you're doing here, he knows this isn't intentional. At all. Another once-over, a look at your weird little outfit, at the clunky stone on your hand and it clicks - he only knows one man with a similar taste in clothing and jewelry. Would you look at that, it's Crocodile's well-kept (and apparently not-so-little) secret. Reality can be stranger than fiction, huh? He's real nice after that epiphany. Too nice. Sits you down with a cup of tea like you're old friends, seats himself across from you, legs perched on the table while he smiles. Chats. Laughs. Acts overly familiar. It's bizarre to witness - but he's trying to glean what exactly you, the little teary-eyed butterball you are, offer Crocodile over him. Really, he's a little hurt: you're drab and soggy and soft in more ways than one, you cower and snivel in front of him like some beaten dog. The only fact that saves you from being mind-numbingly boring is that you're immensely valuable to Crocodile - and it makes ideas pop up in his head. He really likes the way you're stunned into silence when he suddenly uses his powers to immobilize you, right as you're in the middle of talking. And he gets why Crocodile keeps you around when you're bent over the table and he fucks you until you're just a sobbing mess. It's at least a little different from his usual endeavours and he takes his sweet time with you, leaves some evidence for the other man to discover later on. Once the mix-up is solved, Doflamingo hands you back dressed entirely in pink and with a thousand yard stare in your eyes. Will ask Crocodile about you every time he sees him from then on, a shit-eating grin on his face while the other almost loses it.

On the other hand, family pet does pretty well, considering the circumstances. I'd even argue it's the best you've been in years - because someone is treating you like an actual person, for once. Even if they aren't being kind. Crocodile is wary, of course - every single member of Doflamingo's posse is not to be taken lightly - but he also knows you. The fucking bird dragged you into official meetings enough for you to be a familiar face to him. He's furious, seething, beyond angry - but it's not necessarily directed at you. Doflamingo has to be behind all of this, he's sure of it, and you're just the collateral. (Admittedly, weird collateral, as you're the apple of Doflamingo's eye, always kept on his arm, cooed at, just treated like some ghoulish human pet, but who knows how the bird works? He sure as hell doesn't.) He'll probaby try to squeeze some information out of you (and when that doesn't help, he'll just plop you into a seastone cage and try to solve the mystery on his own. Yeah, he almost killed you minutes before - but then again, maybe you're worth something? He can always get rid of you later, maybe you do still have some value... He's feeling a lot of emotions, give him a minute.) Really, it's not that bad. You've been through worse. When everything is cleared up, I think he'd even let you take a bath and feed you a proper meal (on a plate!! A plate! Not a bowl!) before he'll trade you back in for his weirdly apathetic looking wife...

#tw.noncon #honestly crocodile just goes through the stages of grief while you're sitting in a corner. slow blinking at him. bc even if he ends you #- you have learned that your life isn't your own anymore anyway jdkdk poor family pet reader...#/crocodile #/doflamingo #/one piece

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sky-daddy-hates-me · 9 days

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When i was 13. I came home from ComicCon with a replica katana from a tv show. Unrelated to the katana, at the time, i was convinced that there was a ghost in the house. After telling my mom about a bathroom light flickering off, i remember her being like, "hmmph," and then a few weeks(?) Go by, and Mom and dad sat me down and explained what demons could do, how they could possess me and kill all of them, and not know i did it.

They had me sell the katana (my sister out of the house bought it) until i got it back when i was 18.

So the logic is; Demon sticks to random katana at a gaming convention,WAITS for someone to take it home (couldn't it just, idk, choose or possess anyone, rather than the inanimate object) comes home w me. Does things that are easily passed off as "we live in an old house, that used to be a grocery store"

Upon getting it back at 18, bringing it home.

Guess what happened then.

Nothing. Cause it didnt have a fucking demon to begin with LMAO

Now i would love to tell my mom how my Satanic Bible, my tarot cards, etc have all been in the house this whole 3 years now and not one of us has been slaughtered by a possessed family member.

Anyway, i wanted to share that w someone who understands. It took me forever to get over that, "this is bad. Demons are literally going to crawl out of this." feeling u have ingrained in you.

(Cant forget to sit around and think so hard about Jehovahs face too. For good measure. God, I'm thinking SO hard.)

Lmao, I've had tarot cards in my house for years as well, without my parents knowing for the most part, they did find one deck when i was 15 but some strategic crying and telling them i begged for jehovah's forgiveness was enough to convince that i was just holding them for a friend who came and picked them up a few days later (then gave them back to me at school). I used to draw pentagrams and satanic crosses on my meeting notes. When I was 13 I actively tried to summon demons in all 15 mirrors in the house. The amount of shows and films I've watched that my parents were certain would invite demons into the house is insane.

I'm also pretty sure there's ghost activity (vases falling off coffee table they were in the middle of, a porcelain doll somehow falling out of my bedroom window when i left it as far away from the window as possible, flickering lights, scratching noises at night) in the house and while I would love to see my parents reaction to that fact, I am not in a position to leave home yet and i would certainly be thrown out.

Apparently a friend of my family had a jacket that belonged to their 'worldly' son, and whenever they tried to get rid of the jacket it would come back. Eventually they tried burning it, but nothing happened to it, it came out of the fire looking almost the exact same. To my parents that's enough proof that demons do posses things. Turns out, leather is extremely hard to set on fire and is a fire retardant material, and their son kept sneaking the jacket back into the house.

For people who claim to not believe in superstitions, Jehovahs witnesses really do love to choose demons over facts every single time.

#jw #ex jw #ex jehovah's witness #jehovah witness #jehovah's witnesses #ex christian #ex cult

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If im honest really (as a fan of enstars since EN first release and have caught up with a few JP events except for like the super recent ones), I found most of the event stories and main story stuff uninteresting or just overall a headache to go through. Most of the time (through both official and fan translated) they would get me shaking my head asking "what the heck is going on??",or the story drags around that it feels both frustrating and just too boring for my brain to be able focus even, and just as I thought its gotta get better they will usually have some lame conclusion monologue going on that either my monkey brain is unintellectual to understand what's going or maybe its the writers are like that idk Im happy to see the pretty cgs though.

I would very much rather have someone summarize the stories to me even if it sacrifice for inaccuracies and biases. Ok here's an example, Antique Legends? The only thing I remember from the story is the fun interactions within Hokuto and his dad, which may be due to my bias with Hokuto but really that was the only truly entertaining part to me.

Speaking of characters I really don't care about character depth at all all I wanna see is them being cute in those little idol stories cause idol stories (yes I mean those short stories that are mostly like one - two chapter long) and scout stories are really what I look forward to the most personally cause they aren't over the top complicated or draggy like event stories and main stories, its not to say they are boring no in fact they are way more entertaining cause they make things that may seem so simple and mundane to something fun and also I love seeing them in wacky events too.

Also yes I did mention being a HokutoP though I would say I'm more of an overall drama clubP with other characters I like such as Aira and Naruchan (love calling her that personally) (and also I love every character in their many uniqueness and to be fair its just the bias demons that posses me). Now what do these guys have to do with this post? well to bring point that I know absolutely nothing about their 'complex sides' other than that they are sweet angels to me and I love seeing them in cute and funny situations, and guess what I still appreciate seeing them and hell I own a Wataru nui (planning to get a hokke one too soon) because even though yaydadad the whole war thing and his 'masks' I personally find him super fun even if I'm aware that he may just be putting on an act (plus I also have a mini white party dress for him that I make him wear whenever I went to anything fancy like my when I went to see my cousin perform on a orchestra concert).

To bring my final point I personally think that enstars best strength or interest for me is the idol / scout stories because even with their cookie cutter like surface layer personalities they manage to even be more memorable and overall fun to read. Oh and stories aside I adore most of the cards although they get bland sometimes and most of the songs are pretty good in my opinion love trickster songs muah. Anyhow thats just how I feel like enjoying the game and to be fair I prefer to enjoy it alone rather than to have a mutual around cause ye I'm that those type people who enjoy being alone and find a lot of people to be a waste of a space personally, well I have a lot in my mind currently as per usual but they most aren't enstars related so for now imma really stop myself here right now though I may come back here for more confessions idk depends on me I guess (I will also be surprised if you read through this entire thing and if you do thank you and may God bless you my good friend).

#ec.sub #enstars #ensemble stars #hokuto hidaka

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stonyponyofficial · 9 months

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i was tagged by @cyber--grrl to list ten songs with food and or beverage in the title. thanks fer the tag :3

ill also rate how yummy each song is for fun! 😋

1. dog food - 100 gecs: mm yummy girlkibble just for me ^w^ also very yummy song. the beginning gives me goosebumps every time, and the ending vocal noise feels very eating kibblecore.... u agree right? umm 8/10

2. Chocolate Matter - Sweet Trip: if there were something out there generically called like "chocolate flavored matter" i think id eat it. also DELICIOUS song lots of variety and good texture here 9/10

3. Cream Soda no Yuutsu - ......... : ill admit im not much of a cream soda fanatic. nothing against it in fact it sounds quite yummy at the moment i just don't really have it ever. similar feelings about the song. good i just haven't listened to it much.. feels like im on a cream soda beach being soaked in the waves 7/10

4. Lean Beef Patty - JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown: mmm yumm yummy yummy scaring the hoes for dinner AGAIN fuck yesss 🥰😻 however just a patty? in a state of being .. maybe cooked? could just be raw meat on a plate. hmmmm. while the song would be near perfect yumminess on my Violet Yumminess Scale the title brings it down a lot... ill say 6/10

5. honeydew blue - 800 Cherries: oooh double fruits on this one :3c melons besides the famous wawermelon aren't really my go-to fruit snack but id have a little if u were having some o_o and like u were making it look really good idk... oh and id have a few of those 800 cherries u have too even tho i said i didn't really like those too... also the song is what i hear when im full from a nice fruit meal. and the triannnggllleeee 😩 chews on it. it is metal. i was gonna give this song an 8 but me not liking honeydew that much should not bring it down this song is a 9/10 yumminess

6. Fresh Meat - Diet Tea Other Cola: yet again we run into the clash between song and title yumminess. fresh meat: the song's yumminess comes from dtoc's slick lyrics and how they mix like backing screams into these songs with little midi beats? i think they're an interesting artist but thats for another time. fresh meat: the food however? would maybe not be as yummy i think. 4/10 bleh!

7. Princess Lunas Glorious Grilled Cheese Sandwiches - Cats Millionaire: i would do unspeakable things to a grilled cheese rn. especially if it was one of princess lunas 😳.... isn't my favorite off fun fun fun but is still yummy in its own right! 7/10

8. Hotel Breakfast - Bladee: listen if there's a whole buffet of shitty breakfast food im there. and if there's a bladee song about it im also there. wait he missed the hotel breakfast bc he slept too late? rookie mistake. 6/10 for missing it lol

9. Stir Fry - Migos: mmmmmm im just making myself hungry now. personally id fuck up some stir fry. chunky ass noodles. little corn. shit. and this Migos song? yummy enough to back it up 8/10

10. Piggy Pie - Insane Clown Posse: hmmmm if we're talking like a pork pot pie from the freezer section yeah sure yummy as hell. however im not sure about these fellas food handling credentials or their ingredients..... song is very crunchy and record scratchy and yummy however so to balance all this. a 7/10 yumminess :3

okay here is where i use my summoning spells.... in case anyone would like to show off their yummy songs as well ^w^ u don't have to rate them that was just for me hehe.... u don't even have to make a post we can just think about yummy songs together instead! ummm okay here i goes @numetalpuppygirl @metroid-fusion @transgirlmononoke @malicious-face @toriel-vapes @a-little-bit-poss SHAZOOO spell of increase ur notification number by one

and as always thanks for w

and as always anyone can lie and say i tagged them if they wanna do yummy song game!

#violet originals #thank u for the tag again! this was fun #ive had similar ideas like this... but like what am i gonna start an ask/tag game #i do it like 'send me a word to search my music for and ill reply with music with that word in the title'#it's very easily manipulated tho like 'u should search for gec :)' right? i think it'd be more fun if it was just generic words #coffee. girl. on. sky. hand. like honestly the more general use the more fun #'this is my favorite song with the number 2 spelled out in the title!' like cmoooon that'd be fun #anyway thank u for enjoying my yummy music 😋#and to anyone who has sent me posts to do i am DOING THRM please im just a very slow going and easily distracted girl heh

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years

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I definitely agree that Leo is the last of the true movie stars, the only other one who was in that category I believe was Will Smith, but he was already on the tail end of it, and we know what ended that completely. Someone like The Rock/Dwayne Johnson, while insanely popular, is too limited in his roles to be considered a true movie star, plus the fact that a lot of his fame came pre-Hollywood. And none of the newer crop of Hollywood It-Boys really have it - they either lack the charisma (Chalamet), or have had too many scandals (Ansel Elgort) to be considered, and the talented ones like Adam Driver don't seem to have any interest.

I doubt we'll ever see huge movie stars in the traditional sense anymore, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but I certainly will miss it.

The thing is that Will Smith wasn't on the tail end--he'd just won an Oscar. I think that he was definitely phasing towards something more retired, but don't count him out. Personally, I totally get why he did what he did, so I'm biased, but I think he'll end up doing a redemption tour moment and hopefully it'll breathe new life into his career. I think Will's Apex career was obviously a good while ago, but who knows? If he's coming back as an Oscar winner with a dark path... It's harder than it would be for a white guy, but not impossible. He's a super talented, super charismatic man who has connections to spare, and frankly.... If Chris Rock has a really bad secret leak in the next year or so, that train could turn hard around. And I don't think it's entirely unlikely that Chris Rock has bad secrets. I don't know that he does--but there's a reason why a lot of people took Will's side on that.

The Rock is also close, but to me anyone who does almost entirely *one* genre or preexisting IP can't really be seen as a movie star. Most of Leo's movies slant serious, but the underlying genres allow him to exhibit a lot of different talents--he can do something more big budget action-y, if in a very Nolan way, with Inception; he can do the jokes, albeit in a very DARK way, with Django and Don't Look Up. The Rock can sell about anything he tries to as of now, but The Rock has never tried to sell certain things.

But yeah, that is the thing. The guys who are really desperate for it like Chalamet *feel* desperate imo, and we can't pretend that Dune succeeded because of him. Adam Driver has the ability and frankly, whatever people say about his looks--women do go crazy for him (she says with Distance and Respect and No Understanding of That Phenomenon At All No Sir), and that's part of it for male talent. But he doesn't have any vague interest in being a star, and honestly??? That's probably why he's as liked as he is. Leo didn't push for it in a desperate way either, but I don't think he's as introverted as Adam is. Like I said, Leo can turn it on when he has to... Adam can be totally chill and a good interviewer, but he clearly has anxiety and does not like schmoozing. He doesn't need to at this point; he's super talented, super professional, and directors and studios love him. But to be a movie star there are things you need to do. Adam Driver will not do them because Adam Driver does not want to. Adam's also past the age of proving where he wants to go. We know where he's going, we know he's going to win an Oscar eventually, we know we shall Never Know Him and that's personally how I like actors to be.

Austin Butler is very talented, hot, and will schmooze if necessary, but idk, I think the era of the true movie star has largely passed. But if any of the boys out there are POTENTIAL Leo heirs, it's probably Austin imo. He's even got the Pussy Posse look. But yeah, he's talented, he's looking to get creative, he's hot--I just don't think there's gonna be space for movie stars in the industry. I mean, what needs to happen is like.... the superhero era ending. Because as long as so many movies function heavily as part of a cinematic universe, nobody can carve out that individual niche for themselves. Bring back the midbudget! Bring back the disaster movies! Bring back the weird shit!

#would actually kill for austin to be in an ari aster movie but sssh

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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. Are death gods like a class lower than Olympian gods? Minthe says that Hades can buy all the suits in the world and still stink of death and Apollo refers to Thanatos as Poor Man’s Heremes and also reeks of death. Do they smell bad, or do people just hate them for existing? You’d think they’d be a little more fear controlling death/underworld

2. for the person saying "come on, persephone being a self insert isn't bad" completely misses the point. As a young writer I used to have self inserts until I realized that my favoritism overshadowed the narrative and didn't allow for my characters to experience consequences or be in the wrong. This is how creator's pets get made, and no one likes those because they ruin the story and take away attention from other (more interesting) characters! (1/2)

We are clearly seeing this in LO. Persephone is essentially a perfect little goddess who keeps getting powers, is probably going to be revealed as one of the strongest goddesses, and her issues (sans the two giant ones we know what it is) almost never personally affect her. No one gets angry at her in a meaningful way unless the narrative wants us to demonize them, and when they suddenly "see the light" and go to her side, they're rewarded! THAT'S why persephone as a S.I is bad

3. Ok. I think Daphene and Thanatos are the best ship. I would read this story...also,Thanatos is the grim reaper...how metal would be if he take down LO Apollo and LO Hades? Yes, I'm aware this would be impossible in the.original myths but HEY why not? RS is not caring for the source material

4. RS’s writing is such a mess of contradictions between actuality and intent it’s hilarious: 1) Hades is supposed to be seen as a good guy yet is portrayed as a tyrant who somehow still manages to be a Gary Stu. 2) Persephone is simultaneously overpowered (fertility goddess powers) and powerless (is just a college kid) to the point where she’s viewed as a spoiled rich brat living consequence-free and destitute young woman left with no options but to marry to get out of trouble

3) Artemis is supposed to represent a separatist feminist yet is depicted as foolish, British and out of the loop for humorous effect by the poss poor excuse of a comic which calls itself ‘a feminist feeling’. 4) The lack of time skips coupled with RS’s need to give HxP as many ‘cute’ moments as possible makes the comic’s progress feel slow for the reader when it’s actually progressing at breakneck speed if you go by the character’s timeframe.

5) Wants to treat SA with nuance and sensitivity (RS almost manages to do it at first) but then uses Persephone’s rape as trauma porn, a means for pushing her closer to Hades while reminding the reader of his differences from Apollo and a means of furthering the side plots (Artemis’s descent into depressed confusion, Eros and Psyche’s romance, Hera’s quest to get the mains together).

5. i genuinely do not want to see whatever reason rachel thinks up to have zeus and demeter not like each other because it's either going to be a "shock" incest twist (unlikely) or it's going to be something akin to how she made apollo to persephone and maybe zeus stole her "fertility" and thats why she couldnt have persephone naturally and why demeter isnt a fertility goddess but persephone is. like no writing choice is good in this so i guess brace for the worst from her in this regard.

6. i honestly get sad looking at old LO art because not only is all the charm gone, but the colors also got way worse. hades used to be this subdued, rich dark blue with icy blue hair while persephone was a nice shade of pastel pink with magenta hair, but now theyre all one shade of neon. there used to be choices put into the art but now its just lazy. like hades looks like a blue highlighter, and persephone like her personality is only one nauseatingly bright shade and thats it 😞

7. i feel like if at least the writing in LO was good the art would excusable, you know what i mean? and the same can be said in reverse, but both are just so bad (or was never good to begin with) that it just seems inexcusable? like at least put effort into one, not half assing at best for both.

8. i mean for all we know bc thats how how psyche normally looks the braids are just a nymph disguise that basically pops away once shes human looking again. regardless the whole thing is nasty once you think about it and idk what we expected from a white woman to begin with. she thinks persephone revolving her whole world and being dependent on hades is feminist and making a canon bi god a r//pist is groundbreaking too like ....

9. lets add to the psyche is black-coded discourse: anyone want to mention how nasty it is she was literally sold off to a WHITE MAN for eros to save her from (ignoring the fact he proceeded to lie to her while having a sexual relationship), made her loving parents into abusive assholes, and psyche just happens to be the only character who is illiterate despite being a princess? the whole thing reeks of internalized racism on rachel's part, and her now giving her braids kinda makes it worse, tbh.

-----FP Spoilers-----

10. Is it me? Or in the fast past episode were they showed one of the muses Polymnia (or Polyhymnia) they mixed her with Clio??? Because Zeus calls her "the goddess/muse of history" but Polymnia is acutally the muse of hymns, CLIO is the muse of history, how did they get that wrong? Her name literally means "a lot of hymns"! And why is there a muse in this??? Even she says that she shouldn't be there because she doesn't work in anything similar to law, did Zeus really asked her to make a POEM in a TRAIAL??? For what exactly? Make Persephone look bad?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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im back!! well not totally back, but i have a treat for you ;)

idk if you are comfortable with sex tapes, if youre not you can ignore this

it's about nev with the hot popular person who everybody wants :)

okay so, the reader and neville are dating in secret, but the reader wants neville to tell people that theyre dating, and as neville expected, no one believed him

neville is sad and the reader wants to cheer him up, so, why not have sex with him right? it's the best way to cheer someone up

but the reader wants to spice things up with the idea of recording a sex tape

nev is like "sure! why not?" cause he LOVES that kind of thing

they record the sex tape, they watch it, and they watch it again, and again, and they love it, and they do it again...

a few days later the tape was """""accidentaly""""" leaked

and everyone watch it, and they are SO FUCKING SURPRISED due to the fact that not only neville is dating the hottest person in school, but also cause in the tape, he is fucking them into oblivion, and people never thought about neville being a dom and rough during sex, actualy people didnt even imagined that neville had sex SHDISKDJJS

now sweet neville is happy and can hug and kiss his fit s/o in the hallway with confidence cause now, everybody knows he has a hot s/o and a massive dick

thank u for your atention <3

idk if this has anything to do with exhibition, but if it does, hope you liked it cause i know you have a kink for that

~🌻

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

erkkr 🌻 anon, you remembered one of my kinks? pls that's so cute ily <3 also I didn't know which pronouns you wanted so if you want I can probably go back and change it if these aren't to your liking!

"I know you're upset Nev, but this was your idea in the first place darling." (Y/n) said, straddling the boy as they stroked his cheek. She placed a peck on his lips, pulling away to look into his hazel eyes.

"I-I know but I didn't think that would include me having to watch blokes flirt with you and be able to do nothing about it!" He huffed out, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist. (Y/n) stood up in front of him, a flirty look present on her face.

"Well," she started as she began to unbutton her shirt, dropping then thin white material to reveal her bra, "There is something you can do about it." his face flushed as he motioned her over, pulling her panties down before stuffing them in his back pocket. Gripping her waist with one hand, he used his other to flip up her skirt, revealing her slick covered folds.

"Yeah? What would that be pretty girl, having me mark you up? Leave bites and bruises all over this pretty little body of yours?" The boy ran his thick digits along her messy cunt, chuckling as she whimpered, nodding and urging him to go further. "Use your words, bunny."

"P-please touch me Nev. Want you to mark me and make me yours.." she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head as his thick fingers curved inside of her, letting out a sigh as he began to pump them in and out. The girl climbed into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he began to speed up his pace, tips brushing against the spongy surface of her cervix. Her eyes landed on her phone across the room, still positioned on the tripod from a photoshoot she had of herself earlier. "W-wait, I wanna try something...."

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(Y/n) was completely confused. Ever since she had made her way from her room this morning, eyes followed her every move. That wasn't the uncommon part, no that happened quite a bit. The uncommon part was the unusual whispers that came with them. She felt relieved when her friends approached her, same treatment as they usually gave her.

"Ya know (Y/n), I should've known you'd go for someone like Longbottom. I mean I never saw the appeal but after seeing that little tape of yours, I can see why!" Sasha giggled, nudging her friend along with Sophie on the girl's other side. (Y/n) felt herself grow dizzy.

"T-tape?!" she squeaked, watching as Sophie pulled her phone out, handing it over to the girl. (Y/n) watched herself on the screen with wide eyes.

Tossled hair, puffy lips, and thick mascara tears running down her face, she watched as Neville lifted her up flush against his chest, tightening the grip he had around it. He smirked into the camera, pulling out of her as he rubbed his monster of a cock along her folds, light reflecting off the piercing in the tip. His dick was a sight, long and thick, inches upon inches covered with a mix of their juices.

(Y/n) let out a series of whimpers, crying and whining from the loss of him inside of her, causing him to turn her head to look at him some. He pecked her lips before turning her messy face to look at the camera. He looked down at her, eyes filled with lust and admiration.

"Tell the camera who's you are, pet or daddy's not putting it back in." He stated, continuing to rub and slap his cock along her folds. She whimpered, blabbering something incoherent which caused him to cackle. "Oh come on, puppy, daddy knows you can do better than that."

"Y-yours Nev! Daddy's whore." she cried out, letting out a series of yesses as he slid back into her at full force. "G-good, feels so good! Neville's good girl, all yours." he released his firm grip on her face, patting it gently as he tightened his hand around her throat more, continuing to fuck her as he admired his work in the reflection of the phone screen.

"I-I've seen enough! Here, take it back." she shrieked, handing the phone back to her friend trying to ignore the heat in her cheek and the pooling in her panties (which she was lucky Neville hadn't taken already). "Let's go, I've gotta find him!"

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Neville had been enjoying the attention he had been receiving all day. How could he not? All those poor, jealous, lovesick boys envious of him? Some of the most well known boys in the castle, begging him for even a word of what his baby's cunt feels like. He'd never tell them though, he had so snarkly replied to each one of them with something along the lines of 'you've got a hand, I'm sure you can use your imagination'. However one thing was obvious: he'd never miss the opportunity to brag about it to the boys.

"I just, I'm in shock! You're fucking (L/n)?!" Ron exclaimed, standing up from the ratty couch as he ran his fingers through his hair. Neville chuckled, smirking some as he examined his friends' jealous expressions.

"Well I'm not just fucking her, she's my bird." he shrugged, as if it wasn't the most shocking thing they'd heard in a while.

"Yeah, yeah that's nice. Not to be rude but," Harry cleared his throat as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have sex? Was she your first time?"

"(Y/n)? God no. I was hers however." he turned his attention back to his phone screen, which everyone's eyes was currently on. Since most, if not all the castle had seen it, what was the problem with watching it with the boys?

"I'm not surprised Neville has sex, he's my boy!" Seamus exclaimed, patting the boy in question's back way too hard. "I'm more so surprised that he's a beast of a man, like look at that!"

Neville spit in the girl's mouth, hooking his fingers on the inside of her mouth. He used his leverage on it to hold her up, stretching her mouth back as he continued to pound her. (Y/n) let out multiple screams and moans, tears continuing to poor down her face.

"God she's so pretty like that." Neville sighed, leaning back as he looked at the ceiling. However, something caught his attention out the corner of his eye. He smiled as a familiar set of beautiful (s/c) legs made their way over to him. Seamus quickly turned off the screen, all of them freezing up as the girl and her posse stopped in front of them.

"Wow, I-"

"You're, you're..."

"I-I..."

"Hi petal, you alright?" He asked, hovering above the girl as he stroked her cheek. She nodded some before pouting.

"Yeah, I would be better if half the school hadn't seen my tits before the time I even woke up! How'd you manage to leak it anyways?" she whispered, hiding her face in his chest to avoid the horny gazes of his friends.

"To be fair, I thought I hit your name not all contacts!" he lied, causing her to look up. She looked at his ears before gasping looking back up at him again as she punched his shoulder.

"Neville Longbottom, you leaked it on purpose?! Don't even lie again, your ears always get red when you lie!" she huffed out, turning away from him. "I wouldn't have had a problem with releasing it if you had just asked. I will admit though, it is kinda nice not having to hide and sneak around anymore."

"I'm still not over the fact that he has a piercing.....and thigh tattoo!" Dean finally spoke up, catching everyone's attention. It grew silent for a bit before they all began to laugh.

"Well there's a lot you don't know about me."

"I think it's better that way after this. I don't know how much more Neville I wanna get to know."

TAGSLIST: @princesslaiahg @elemental-of-magic @pink-hufflepuff @nevillelongbottomlover @ezra-my-beloved @vayeya11 @beewitchedlou @redpanda-poetry @nevillelongbottomsgirlfriend @De4d-s0up

#brattysblurbs:neville #🌻anon

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niles-rainbow-room · 3 years

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Freemod Context! (Long!!)

This is Gordon Freemod! He’s my own little AU Gordon, and I love him!

I made him based around the way I play Garry’s Mod

Cause, in Gmod, my player model is Gordon, and I literally cannot change it because whenever I go to change my model he just

He looks at me. He judges me. He’s just refusing to let me change it.

Here’s just. A bunch of things about Freemod that aren’t related.

Btw, this whole thing is me going-

*projects rapidly*

These were all taken from various moments of me info dumping to my discord friends about him, so, that’s why there’s so many that are barely related.

To get some characterization down, Freemod can go from Excited Sweet Voice at Everything to This Man is in God Mode and He is Staring You Down as You Attack Him

They’re also

very scared of Gman

It’s not even funny

ANYWAYS something else about Freemod, he likes starting all out fights between people, but he’s very polite too so like

Someone says hi to him and he gives this big ol smile, next thing you know, he’s spawning headcrabs that could wipe out an army

He also has no idea what to do with bodies like sometimes he just Sweet Voice cocoons them, and other times he just beats them rapidly if it was a combine or something

Another thing! He doesn’t like making eye contact 100% of the time! If he gets too excited as well, he’ll despawn whatever was making him excited until he calms down.

He’s also really fast when it comes to no-clipping.

He’ll shoot up into the air and fling himself from place to place, just absolutely soaring and loving that feeling of flying through the air

He definitely makes Catboy Calhoun jokes but like

He’s also really nervous around Calhoun sometimes like he’s constantly checking in on them after making them fight a ton of headcrabs.

He doesn’t really like using the majority of the guns. He just typically uses the quieter/less frantic weapons like the magnum or the crossbow.

He’s like

Magnetically drawn to mirrors. He likes watching himself do the Sweet Voice and will do it for hours when he’s in the right mood if someone doesn’t stop him

He’s very giggly and smiley when it comes to hearing other characters talk. But he also can be very mean and cutting to the people he doesn’t like. Especially combine.

Freemod really likes Houndeyes.

*Really* likes them.

He spawned in a group of 8 and just watched them for a while, and then he spawns a MP Combine. It proceeds to stun stick every one of them. And they all die in one hit. They don’t even fight back.

What Freemod does next is basically the equivalent of “die a very painful death” and just beats the shit out of them while alive and dead.

They have to erase everything because they can’t stand the sight of the bodies of Houndeyes.

Hi! Sorry to take you out of the immersion of reading my brain goo, or the annoyed scrolling of “Oh my god will she just shut up already” but!

Another thing I decided to do with him, I gave him a little plot. A hint of his own character rather than just being me but an AU Gordon.

So here that is!

I feel like the only true way to contain Freemod and keep him from destroying the world is by keeping him in gm_construct

He likes it there sure, but like

If someone let him into Black Mesa let’s just say that the Resonance Cascade would’ve been way sooner and way more intense.

All he really does is fly around in there. Just. That’s it.

It’s his own personal Bug Bucket.

I don’t even think he realizes he’s trapped to be fair?

Another thing with Freemod, I’m not exactly sure how he’d react to... say, the HLVRAI characters showing up in gm_construct one day, idk Benrey takes the gang on a trip to there out of nowhere and they find Freemod just vibing by himself, flying through the air on a capture point from TF2. I don’t know if he’d:

A: Summon a bunch of things to attack the HLVRAI crew for the fun of it

B: Immediately try to befriend all of them desperately

C: Possess a creature and disregard them

D: All of the above

Cause with all this “He’s trapped/alone” sorta thing, I don’t know if I’m making him into a villain or am I just making him very touch starved and sad?

Cause like, earlier I did say that if he was let out of gm_construct, the resonance cascade would’ve been sooner and more intense

Basically what I was thinking is that he doesn’t really limit how crazy his thoughts experiments can be that often, so like, he spawns a bunch of things all at once to see what would happen.

But he’s not like that all the time, like I said, he’s also very polite, he’s just got a thin coating of God Mode on and he’s very lonely.

I was trying to figure out the thing with Freemod’s voice actually. I’m trying to think what they’d be like on the Gordon Scale.™️

I’d say he’s able to speak, but he doesn’t do it often. Because typically he’s only around NPCs and they can’t respond to him the way he wants, so why actually talk to them?

But he definitely talks to enemies as sort of a “I am the last thing you’ll ever hear” kind of thing.

But if he were to meet a different Gordon or someone with sentience he can talk to, he’d speak. Totally.

He talks to some of the alien/animal NPCs, cause like!!! Come on!!! That Houndeye over there needs to know that he’s a good boy!!!

So, maybe when Freemod is upset or something, he spawns the biggest thing he can possibly think of and posses it, and goes on an absolute rampage until he’s better

So I can just imagine.

Freemod, not feeling great and tense:

Feetman: Mod, hey. Don’t do it...

Freemod: *spawns and possesses a Gene Worm, and roars*

Feetman: FREEMOD NO GET OUT OF THE GIANT MONSTER-

Or like. He just possesses something and just. Flies away.

He just has moments where he’s too out of his head and he needs to just escape.

Something he’s been doing recently is possessing a Stukabat and flying up on top of a roof of a really high building and just. Viewing everything.

This man is SAD please hug him :((

Ooh, another thing,

He doesn’t like that dark room at all. In gm_construct? He will not go in there for more than a minute. That place scares him so much. Not even the fact that it’s dark, he just hates that he can’t see anything and while he knows he’s alone in the world he’s in, and he controls what can exist there or not, but, he just refuses to go there, even with a flashlight.

Aaaaaand that’s all the content I’ve made for them so far! Now that y’all know the context for him, I’ll post the comic of him meeting the HLVRAI characters, as well as some other drawings!

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justindrewblaza · 2 years

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Displaced emotions. My salad mix of emotions

Emotions is something that is second nature, it is a part of everyone. its such a fascinating thing that we posses, but it is also very detrimental if not controlled or understood properly so proceed with caution and become self aware if you have not already. But emotions are complicated and complex, that's what I question about it and try to understand it and apply that to myself. What is it? why do we become angry, frustrated, jealous, and envious. why do we become sad or happy? I always used to answer that question with ‘Idk we just do its a part of us’. As the years pass as well as experiences I think I have a grasp of what emotions are to me and how complex it can be. it was something I was always afraid of showing but did anyways. just thinking all these years that crying or being sad was gay, pathetic, or weird. its hard. Emotion is a complex psychological state that involves three distinct components: a subjective experience, a physiological response, and a behavioral or expressive response. We call this ‘feelings’ and it is what makes us human. The way we react to situations. growing up I had trouble with this and I still struggle at times but I move forward with confidence, perseverance, and understanding. It was very hard for me to understand my emotions and how to deal with certain emotions accordingly and appropriately in cooperation with life and people. I could not control it at all. I just felt like a shit that you were trying to hold in so bad because you wanted to shit at the comfort of your home. it sucks and you want to hold it in because if you shat that shit would be embarrassing but.... you couldn't hold it so you shit your pants and it is what it is. but I mean shit happens, literally. Just like my emotions i was so scared to show it but for some reason I could not hold it in. Growing up I was not taught how to voice my feelings or how to deal with being angry or sad. I did not know where to turn to so when I saw my friends i just let my emotions out. It was good to tell my friends how I am feeling but at the same time I was not aware of the fact that I also projected my emotions onto them. That was something that took me years to realize and have a better understanding on how to control it. when I became upset i would treat my friends the way I was feeling. when in was sad I would distance and disassociate myself. It was not fun. My friends thought I hated them, used them, and just simply did not want to be their friend anymore. but that was not the case. i had no concept of displaced emotions and being self aware. My friends did not do a thing to me to deserve my anger or distance. It is not right. Just because I am going through it does not mean the whole world has to and that was a tough pill to swallow. During such times I felt unheard and misunderstood. I felt I was judged differently and led to believe I was less of a person. But then again, your friends are there for you most definitely, but they are not going to solve my problems and the fact that I can not understand why I do these things. I have to take the time to gather myself and sit myself down and figure it out. ‘why do not understand this’ ‘why do I project onto people’ ‘ why do I not have complete control over this’ It took some time and challenges to answers those questions for myself. I did not understand my emotions because I did not take the time to dissect it and learn about it. I projected onto people because I felt unheard and misunderstood. I wanted the spoiled way out and grab any attention and sympathetic I could get. I don't have control over these emotions because I did not figure out ways to deal with these responses or get any help at all. i was prideful and cocky to myself and ended up cheating myself. By doing that I became over ambitious to the point where I became careless. I developed depression and became so confused and unmotivated to solve these problems myself to the point I wanted to kill myself. I lead myself down the wrong rabbit hole a ditch, a really long dark ditch that always got the best of me. It was a tough battle balancing myself, friends, relationships, and life. I was not aware that I was making my life difficult and unbearable. It was hard to believe that I let myself go through that but I did. It almost costed me a relationship and friendships. through recent experiences I come to realize that I could make my life easier and that's okay. It was okay for me to not care because as beautiful as the world and life is, in the end nobody gives a crap. that's the beauty of it though if you think about it. If you fuck up or are fucked up why sit and sulk? Learn to understand it and fix it. push twice as far as you were pushed back by this emotion or situation. Friends will always be there for you and they would love to see their friend happy and successful. beating the odds, getting through the toughest days with a smile and just laughing and loving life. When you choose to be aware of the fact that you deserve a better life everything will look and be twice as better as reaching for the comfort and security of being sad and staying at home and crying or being frustrated and punching walls. it is a tough thing to do but what helped me get better at become more self aware of my emptions is that you got to think to yourself that things will get better. I wouldn't want me friends to be stressing out and becoming sad because of my displaced emotions. friends will have such a harder time being in your life in that way, they become twice a beneficial and fun when you change your outlook on everything. Change the way you carry yourself. Care about how your emptions are effecting you and the world around you. Life is too short to be holding grudges or sulking and depressing on the what ifs and just go out there and do it. It took some time for me to get the hang of it but I feel I am dealing with my emotions and reactions a lot better than I was years ago. How to react and how long I should hold onto certain situations. I'm also choosing on what needs to be said to friends and what can I handle on my own first. It is a big stepping stone for me and I am honestly very very proud of the progress I have made and I just want everyone to know if my dumbass can do it and get through it you can too, so stop the self hate you sexy mfs

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costellos · 4 years

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HI i LOVE ur "____ realizing they fell in love" series thing AND idk if you've done stardust crusaders but if you haven't i'd love to request that pretty pls luv u Aaa c:

I haven’t done the Crusaders yet!! today is your lucky day. 🥰 ty for supporting this series and I hope you enjoy this one!

BUCCI GANG | LA SQUADRA

tw: general violence, stabbing

❥ ┋ ❝ stardust crusaders realizing that they’re in love!

joseph joestar.

Joseph falls in love with you after you put yourself in danger.

the first thing you need to know about Joseph Joestar is that there’s always something up his sleeve. the second, that he prizes his family above all else. only one of those applied when you sacrificed yourself for his sake.

it happens during a stand battle. Hermit Purple is more of a defensive stand, with its ability to disarm and capture enemies. your stand works best offensively. as such, you make quite the pair when you encounter two of DIO’s subordinates in India.

but while Joseph was distracted, using Hermit Purple to wrap one of the goons in its violet vines, the other came barreling behind Joseph. he sees a glint in the henchwoman’s eyes, a look that tells him that she’s ready to kill. he knows you see it too. and that’s why he’s crying at you to get away.

it only took a moment. yet in that moment did you save Joseph, push the henchwoman back, and find a kukri in your side. it’s the one time that Joseph didn’t have anything up his sleeve, and one of many that he could feel his heart drop.

you didn’t have to defend him. he had already lived his life, and at that point, he had accepted he could die at any moment. he knew exactly what he was getting into when it came to DIO. and he was starting to wish that he hadn’t gotten you involved, too.

he knocks both of the goons out, leaving them in the alley. you’re not quite sure what happens next. all you can feel is Joseph holding you in his arms, frantically looking for help in the streets of Kolkata. he’s screaming. crying maybe? you lose consciousness soon after.

Joseph would visit you in your hospital room once you came to. he makes quite the scene, pushing doctors aside and slamming your door open. at first glance you think that he's mad, with his gritted teeth and clasped fists. he stops for a moment, studying your face. and it’s here that you realize he isn’t mad — no, his face quickly melts to concern, his lip quivering as he wraps you into a tight hug. ↳ “come here.” his voice is shaky. he sounds breathless, as if he ran here as soon as he got word that you woke up. “what the hell were you thinking? don’t go throwing yourself at anyone for my sake! you talk to me in battle, okay?” alright, maybe he’s a little mad. he’s trying to say his words as gently as he can, though. “we need you, [Name].” and it’s true: the team does need you. but he of all people needs you most. he’s already losing one child. he can’t bear the thought of losing another.

muhammad avdol.

Avdol falls in love with you when he sees how patient you are.

he's a mentor above all else. Avdol’s career depends on guiding others to their destinies, leading them to something that he cannot posses. he’s never particularly minded. like all things, he just thinks that is his own destiny. he knows that fate can’t be changed.

it’s part of the reason why Avdol’s given up on Iggy. the dog is hopeless, fighting for his own wants and needs. he doesn’t care about the team or DIO or why he’s in Egypt. hence, aside from giving him coffee gum when Avdol needs him, the fortune teller leaves him alone.

then he sees you interacting with Iggy. “it’s hopeless,” Avdol tells you. but you look up at him and shake your head, asking him to just give you some time. Iggy will come around, you promise.

Avdol chuckles. “if you say so.”

despite his doubts, he keeps a close eye on you. you keep at it. you’re trying to get the dog’s trust, offering pets and belly rubs during moments of peace. Iggy seems disinterested.

in time, Avdol watches as you realize that Iggy hates being treated like a dog. you share your food with him and talk with him, even if he can’t understand what you have to say. one day, while driving through Egypt, Avdol peers into the rear view mirror and sees you asleep with Iggy on your lap.

the Boston terrier follows you everywhere now. he trots beside you and barks at whoever gets too close to you (much to Polnareff’s chagrin). Avdol can’t help but find this amusing.

well he’d be damned. you really did it. Avdol always thought of him as a good judge of character, and you proved him wrong. not that he minds; Iggy’s cooperation will make this mission much less difficult. it’s just that your unyielding patience and dedication is... well. it’s quite nice with all the other interesting characters on this trip.

Avdol approaches you while you’re reading in the hotel lobby. as always, Iggy is at your feet. he’s fast asleep, thankfully. the fortune teller tries to be quiet so as not to wake him. ↳ “I apologize.” he takes the armchair across from yours, resting his cheek on his fist, an amused smile on his lips. “you’re a lot more patient than I gave you credit for.” maybe Avdol had unknowingly guided you to Iggy. maybe it was fate that Iggy would be brought here, only to be loved by you. “I admire that of you. though I suppose there’s a lot I admire about you, hm?” fate can’t be changed. he knew that. but maybe it was fate that like Iggy, Avdol was brought here to be with you.

jotaro kujo.

Jotaro falls in love with you after you call him out.

he hates showing his true colors. that kind of vulnerability is something that he’s never gotten accustomed to, nor does he think that he ever will. it’s part of the reason why he dislikes displaying more emotion than what’s necessary. a slight twinge of his lip or brow can show enough of what he’s thinking. any more than that is a waste of energy. they get the gist, he tells himself.

you proved him wrong when you lost a game of checkers. it’s a humid day in Cairo and during a rare moment of peace, you and Jotaro opt to play a friendly game of checkers with some locals. though the word “friendly” is subjective. if either of you won, 2500 Egyptian pounds would be yours.

it’s your turn. the game is a close call. although it can be over within the next two turns, you can’t tell what your opponent’s next move would be. thankfully, Jotaro is standing behind him, giving you cues for your next move.

...yet because you misunderstand his cue, you watch as you promptly lose any pieces that you had left. your opponent takes your pieces and the 2500 Egyptian pounds with it.

“what the hell was that?” Jotaro is angry. you are too. after losing the game, you collected your things and began to head back to the hotel, with Jotaro at your heels. “I was nodding my head! that was your cue to move left.”

you stop in your tracks. “that wasn’t you nodding! you just moved your head down! how was I supposed to know?”

he clicks his tongue in response. a beat, and then finally, “you’re really damn annoying, you know that?”

“yeah, and you’re an asshole.”

Jotaro’s been called many things. sweetie, honey, the hottest guy at school, but asshole? that’s a first. while he won’t admit it, the name stings. it sounds foreign coming from you. he didn’t think he had upset you that much.

he lets the day pass, partly for you, mostly for him. he needs to gather his thoughts. it’s the first time anyone had called him out for his behavior. moreover, Jotaro hates the fact that you may know him better than he does himself. what else do you know about him? did you know that you could upset him this much? ...when did you start to occupy this much space in his head?

so at sundown the next day, you get a knock on your hotel room from Jotaro Kujo himself. you try to close it, but he sticks his foot between the door and the frame before you can. ↳ “look, I’m sorry, alright?” he’s refusing to look at you. “I just... really wanted to win. I pushed that on you. and...” he sighs. "I’m sorry.” he’s apologizing through gritted teeth, yet apologizing nonetheless. it’s the right thing to do and he doesn’t want to lose a friend to his pride. especially one who calls him out on his bullshit. despite everything, you just smile and unfold your arms, telling him that you forgive him. and for a brief moment, he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. although Jotaro Kujo hates being vulnerable, he would hate losing you more.

noriaki kakyoin.

Kakyoin falls in love with you while eating breakfast together.

he’s never had any real friends. any attempts to share facts about himself, whether about his stand or his interests, would be met with scorn. it wasn’t until he had breakfast with you — one tiny moment in a trip filled with wacky happenings — that led him to believe that maybe the world wasn’t so lonely.

it’s 7 AM. normally at this time Mr. Joestar and Avdol are off running errands or planning something privately. Kakyoin turns beside him to find Jotaro and Polnareff fast asleep. he wonders where you’d be at this hour, yet when he enters the dining room, he quickly finds the answer to his question.

"good morning,” he says, taking the seat from across you. his voice is gentle though far more awake than you’d expect for seven in the morning. you greet him as enthusiastically as you can muster, flashing a toothy grin. but upon realizing that you were still chewing your food, you quickly turn away and wave your hand, apologizing for the scene. Kakyoin laughs in return.

the conversation itself is rather tame. you ask about his life, what Japan is like, if he misses his parents. Kakyoin answers all of this truthfully, because... well. no one else has ever taken the time to ask. it feels odd to be interviewed. though not uncomfortable.

and you take genuine interest in what he has to say, too. you ask follow up questions and give real, emotional responses. while you sympathize with him, you don’t pretend to know what he’s gone through.

you didn’t have to engage with him. sure, you’re the only ones awake right now, but he didn’t expect you to be so real with him. Polnareff never takes anything Kakyoin says seriously. Jotaro doesn’t even pretend to care. Mr. Joestar and Avdol have their own things to worry about. it feels... nice to be considered.

needless to say, Kakyoin feels his heart sink when the others wake up. is that too selfish? should he be disappointed in himself for wanting to spend more time with you?

yet even with them there, with Polnareff hogging the conversation and Jotaro being his usual cool self, you try to keep Kakyoin involved. you refuse to let him fade in the background.

he stops you as everyone starts to clean up and go on with their days. ↳ “we should do this more often.” he’s trying to keep it casual. “ah, if you’re up this early again, I mean. I really enjoyed our conversation. it’s a lot more productive when Polnareff’s not awake.” now it’s your turn to laugh in response. you agree, saying that you enjoyed your time with him, too. at this, Kakyoin could feel his cheeks start to burn. right here, right at this moment with you, did Noriaki Kakyoin feel that he wasn’t so alone.

jean pierre polnareff.

Polnareff falls in love with you when he hears you humming to yourself.

although he would never admit it, he’s lost. what he’s looking for he’s not quite sure. vengeance? honor? it’s something he’s constantly asking himself. behind those dumb jokes and loud laughs is someone who just wants to find himself.

to be honest, he’s always fancied you. it was pretty obvious from the start. the way he looked at you, how his hands were always at your hip, guiding you away from the others. he just thought it was another crush until he heard you humming to yourself.

it’s such a simple happenstance. he didn’t mean to walk in on you. yet there you are, standing on the roof of their hotel, hanging everyone’s laundry to dry. you look so at peace here, with your eyelids low and your fingers at work with one of Polnareff’s shirts. you’re handling it so gently despite it not being your own laundry.

it’s in that moment that he realizes what he wants to do. Sherry’s murderer is dead. she can finally be at peace. Avdol has been found, affirming that he didn’t die for Polnareff’s sake. and here you are, humming a song that he doesn’t know but appearing so content.

while he may not know who he is, he does know that he wants to make you that happy everyday.

Polnareff takes this as his cue to approach you. you bend down to reach into your laundry basket, and when you come back up, the Frenchman is there. he’s not pulling any dumb moves, though. he’s much quieter here.

he follows your lead, reaching into the basket for one of his pants, then comes back up to hang them. you return his actions with a smile, a wordless indication of thanks, and continue to work. that song you were humming returns once more, and Polnareff swears that he can feel his heartbeat pounding in his fingertips.

you and Polnareff continue to work like this until the laundry basket is empty. it’s the first time he doesn’t say anything for 10 minutes, at least that you’ve noticed. what you don’t notice that he’s trying to avoid staring, sneaking quick glances as you focus on the task at hand.

when all is said and done, you stretch your arms far above your head, cuing a satisfying pop from your back. you thank Polnareff for helping you and begin heading back to your room. however, he’s quick to stop you. ↳ “hey, wait!” yikes. did that sound too much? “err- let me know if you need any help. I’m always here for you, [Name].” he sounds defeated in that last sentence. he can tell. he wonders if you can, too. but when you grin and tuck your hair behind your ear, telling him that you’d keep him in your thoughts, Polnareff can’t help but feel his heart swell. did he make you happy here?

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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OKAY SO-

can i get a platonic matchup pleaSeEeE?

okay, so- lets talk about myself sdsnfnenxnf

My name is Jei, I use she/they pronouns, I am 5’11” and I ABSOLUTELY AM THE AWKWARD TALL KIND OF PERSON (I wish I wasn’t tho-). I have short curly hair, (RANDOM THOUGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS, DO YOU EVEN NEED TO KNOW HOW I LOOK FOR A P L A T O N I C MATCHUP? weeeeelll i am already here so, lets just keep going ig) I am like b i g IDK BAHSHAHSHABS

As you can see I am a bit uH chaotic (it is a daily thing but iDK TODAY I AM JUST OVER THE TOP) I am an ambivert, I am an INFP, Aries sun, Cancer moon and Sagittarius rising sbdsndns

I uHhhHh- I am very awkward in first meetings but if we have something in common I’ll ramble about our common interest which almost always leads to me talking about other stuff.

I am a Marvel fan if that’s uUuuh- important? I LOVE UM GOOD OMENS BAHSHAHZHA, i dOnt even know what i am talking about anymore but lets keep going BABDBAHZHA

I have a B I G variety of music taste, from 40s big band songs to uhhhHh lets just say ppcocaine(???

I get distracted w a y too easily, I tend to get lost on time

I LOVE TO DRAW AND TO WRITE (but i never have time to finish so me is very m a d >:))

My best subject is english, english teachers always love me for some effing reason :D

My favorite colors are orange, green, coffee? (COFFEE IS A COLOR? I FORGOT OMFG) OH SHOOT WAIT I HAD TO SEARCH IT UP, IT IS CALLED BROWN BAHAAHHAHAHA I AM SO STUPID, beigeEs and blaCk >:)

yeah, i like dark academia buT in a like chaotic rebel way if it is possible???????

AM I MAKING ANY SENSE NOW???? i am sleep deprived so i don’t really knoW

I tend to see the good in people (yes that includes bad people too, sadly), I have troubles speaking for myself in situations where people are troubling me,,,

What elseeee????

I am lazy sometimes, I’ll admit it 😌☝🏽 and it gets on my nerves:D (i am working on it tho)

All my time is sucked by school, I am an overachiever and adbanxnajxjs i cry cuz school u know? <3

And I think that’s it?????

THANK YOUUU, HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT

@burntbayleaf IM SORRY BUT WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS

Also yes my Aries sister 😩

Platonic Matchup

Nishinoya Yuu

How Y’all Met

Aight

So you rolled up into school with a FIRE marvel t-shirt

And nishinoya being a marvel fan himself took IMMEDIATE notice

So what did he do

Approach you of course 🙄✋

However...

It was quite awkward at first 🥲

He really just went up to you and was like

“Oh you like marvel? What’s your favorite movie, or do you prefer the comics?, OH Have how ever seen...”

And he just went on and on and on

But when he realized he was rambling he apologized and asked you the first question again

Now it was your turn to ramble on and on about your interests

But honestly noya just rolled with it

Rooooooollliiiinnnng Thunnndaaaa

After you both were done with your rambling

He invited you over to his house for a #MarvelMarathon

And who tf were you to say no

So you pulled up to his house and started the marathon

In the middle of said marathons noya’s phone started to ring

And what was his ringtone?

Ppcocains PJ

And what did you do when you heard this?

Sang along ofc

And noya was just in shock

But after overcoming his shock he started singing with you

Yeah...he missed that call

But who gives af! Y’all are having a concert rn!

The day bled into night and he offered for you to stay the night

Not wanting to walk home in the dark you agreed

And oml the night was just filled with movies, mini concerts, and junk food 👀

Ever since that night you and him have been attached at the hip

What You Have In Common

Well obviously you both like Marvel

And ppcocain

But you both have a chaotic energy that mashes well with each other

You both have small attention spans/ get distracted very easily 😀

Istg conversations with you two are all over the place

One minute it’s this subject then two seconds later it’s a different subject

Fun fact: you made him watch good omens with you and now he’s obsessed

He says he has a deep emotional connection with Crowley ❤️

Favorite Things To Do Together

Good lord

Honestly if he could just recreate your first sleepover

Life would be perfect

Because THATS his favorite thing to do with you

Just bonding over common interests

Whether that be with music, movies, hobbies

Whatever

No matter what you two do it’s always a party

OTHER THAN BEING CRAZY THO

He actually really likes to have drawing competitions with you

Even though he always loses 🥲

You’ve offered to not make it a competition

But he says that’s what make it fun :)

Random Hc

Oh your his personal tutor

100%

He needs help with school

Screw the teachers

Screw the tutors

There is only ✨you✨

He has also volunteered you as a tutor for the team :D

without your knowledge....

You two have weekly movie nights

But lately he’s just been binging good omens with you

Speaking of Good Omens 👀

That is YOUR show

Like if one of you even watch ONE episode without the other

All hell breaks lose

Ok off topic Hc but people think your the equivalent of asahi 🥲

Astrology

Independent Aries and collaborative Libra form a funny sort of friendship.

Aries tries convincing Libra to take chances, shake off criticism, and be more direct.

Libra constantly tells Aries to slow down, smell the flowers, and be more appreciative.

It's an odd couple type of relationship that can work extremely well.

Aries can learn the fine art of diplomacy from Libra, while Libra may become more assertive thanks to Aries.

While the Aries and the Libra are opposing each other from an astrological point of view, they can still become friends very fast.

The Aries admires how the Libra is graceful, stylish and funny, while the other way around, the latter truly likes how determined to take part in new adventures and always courageous their friend is.

Of course, the friendship between these two will sometimes be challenging because the Aries can get hurt seeing the Libra is flighty, while the latter may not like the way the former is pushy.

However, these two can easily make up and neither of them likes to hold a grudge.

Aesthetic

Chaotic ⚡️👹💥

Songs-

PJ - Ppcocain

Tokyo Drift - Teriyaki Boyz

Won’t Bite - Doja cat

My Axe - Insane Clown Posse

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