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"Marvel rivals is just an Overwatch clone!!"
Wow it's almost line a lot of Overwatch characters take inspiration off of Marvel, both in power sets and in character writing. Making it basically impossible for a game like Marvel Rivals to not feel like Overwatch.
Seriously, even though I've only seen this take on Tictok (thank god), it's such a brain dead take that I want to bash my head against a wall. Cause I can garentee you if you take any Overwatch character you will be able to find a Marvel or DC counterpart.
Even if Marvel Rivals did use Overwatch for a reference, its still less of a copy and more of a direct competitor, along with being a full circle moment. One of the things that inspired Overwatch in the first place is now using Overwatch as a reference.
#honestly I'm so excited for this game#both because it looks a good game and for the pressures its going to put on Blizzard#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch lore#overwatch headcanons#analysis#marvel#marvel rivals
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Listening to Zevlor's voice lines all the way through is so interesting....and enlightening. Because this is a proud man whose confidence in himself is shattered, but he's still proud none the less.
Zevlor threatens you if you punch him. Just straight out says, I WILL kill you if you do that again. He punches Aradin if he spews slurs. He asks you to kill khaga, he asks you to kill the goblin leaders. No hesitation on any of that. Just ..hey buddy you wanna do a couple of murders since I am currently incapable of doing those murders. But he also fights if you ask him to, defends his people through everything. And he won't beg you to do any of that yourself if you reject him. If you don't say yes, he respects it and respects your decision...though he does get snippy as hell about it. If you do turn on him, he'll call you a coward, but he will not beg because once again. Zevlor is proud.
Zevlor is also possessive. You can hear it in the way he says MY people. Sure that could just be the way he speaks because they elected him leader, but he was a commander before that. He was a man who spent his life fighting to have that position of power and respect. Plus he almost sells his soul to the absolute to keep them, both the people and the power. As he says....those people are HIS. His to look after, his to care for his to protect. There's gotta be something in there, deep inside of him that clutches at these people like a dragon does their gold. They are his after all. They're all he has left of the life he once lived. He would rather die than give them up to anyone. Even when the absolute pushes into his mind, it offers him power to keep them safe, plays at his devotion to his oath and his people....and his pride which.....as we've established...is not an insignificant part of him.
He is also protective and caring. That obviously comes with the territory of becoming a paladin of helm, a hellrider and taking the oath of devotion. From what he does for his people to what he's done with his life ...well.....nothing more really needs to be said about that. Its his most prevalent trait and his most commendable.
Zevlor also curses a lot. He is very quick to anger, though he tries to keep himself from flying off the handle and can be reeled back in. He still throws punches and threatens lives with very little prodding. Which, once again, harkens back to his pride. Its quite entertaining to hear every other line be a curse or a shout or some growling threat. Sweetheart where? That man is FERAL.
Another thing is that Zevlor definitely respects you if you are a selfless Tav/Durge/Origin. I think he tries so hard to be selfless as well. Sees it as a good trait to have, but he isn't. Not really. Not where he thinks it counts. Its probably what he percieves as a fatal flaw, which I would guess comes from living in holier than thou Elturel where you basically sign your life away to "protect" the city. I personally don't think total selflessness is a fantastic trait to have, but I could see where Zevlor could pick that up as the Ideal trait for a paladin to have.
Throughout the game, you see this man crack under insurmountable pressure. You see the chips in the facade that he puts up but if you look, you can see the good and the bad trapped underneath those chips. It tends to be frustrating that people only see the cracks and not what's underneath of them and I think thats what annoys me the most. He's a fun character. He's a strong, powerful man who has shattered like iron under pressure but at the end of it all he IS a good man and a menace and a half with such an interesting mindset and backstory that I can't help but wonder if anyone who sees the character, sees him at all.
In summation.
I love him, Your Honor. 10/10 would let him go feral and smite my ass for talking back to him.
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Ghostface Sam murdering R’s girlfriend in front of her (and R not even caring as she lets Sam pull her in).
It was how R got revenge on the women who once made fun of her as a girl. Quinn was the final kill. 👀
(For the request post in the tags if you’re feeling it, 💕)
murder on the dancefloor | sam carpenter 🔞
WARNING: ghostface!sam, graphic violence, revenge, premeditated murder, this is just foreplay between reader and ghostface!sam tbh
The redhead was in front of you, face and mascara ruined with her unstoppable tears. Her wrists and legs intricatedly knotted in ropes, chaffing and red as she fought against the tight bounds.
Both roped somewhere in an abandoned house, a loud bonfire party happening in the miles away, but your phone was left and your girlfriend's were smashed by the Ghostface's sturdy black boots. Surrounded with an eerie silence and cold breeze, the unforgiving night is close to the end of this all.
You knew it was no use. There was no help coming in. You looked up in the dim lighting as you silently wailed, unmoving and seemingly has succumbed to the Ghostface's wishes.
"We're going to be alright," Your girlfriend uttered in between her cries for help. "We- we'll be alright, love,"
The flat of the knife was held to your girlfriend's neck. She shivered as it flipped to the knife's spine being pushed - a warning of what was about to come. You sniffled and shook your head.
Ghostface tutted her tongue. "Like Harvey and Rachel? How pathetic you must be. Reassuring (y/n) with your sweet little lies," The voice changer roared the last words with disgust. "I'm sure you have plenty of experience with that."
The redhead courageously looked up to the looming Ghostface. Under the dim light, you see her exhausted and dampened eyelids.
"FUCK you! We've done nothing wrong, we have nothing to contribute to your fuck ass games and dumb movie!" She says through gritted teeth and hoarse voice.
Ghostface tilts their head in wonder.
"Oh, but this isn't about the dumb movies, FUCK those movies." You see Ghostface tighten her grip in the kitchen knife's tang, flipping to its sharp edge. "But you were right about one thing. Your pretty girlfriend right there, hasn't done anything wrong at all."
Your girlfriend was confused by the perpetrator's words. How can she be involved, yet you were absolved?
"What do you mean?"
The heavy swish of the knife soundly makes it way to the air right before the tip of it comes in contact with the redhead's shoulder blade. She shrieks in agony, echoing through the abandoned building. Ghostface doesn't even move their face - even with the mask on, you feel their unwavering gaze over you. she takes another hit on the right side of her shoulder blade, Ghostface makes sure that it was plunged in deep and the blood rushes madly, insides squelching as they twist the knife for good measure.
The concrete crackles under the dense boots as Ghostface saunter their way towards you. Even in her weakest state, your girlfriend pitifully shouts in protest - not wanting you to be harmed.
"You have to witness this, it is the biggest highlight of your night!" Ghostface cheerfully says through the cold and grimly dubbed voice.
"S-shut the fuck up! Don't- don't h-hurt her!"
Her pleads of concern almost melted you. Almost.
Then the perplexed look behind her eyes made you chuckle. You can't stifle it anymore as the joy roared in your lungs. Ghostface joins in your sound of glee, her sharp knife effectively untying you from the brash restraints.
"You've already hurt her, 6 years ago. Poor (y/n/n) didn't have the strength to come to school, all because she feared you and your friends. The humiliation and stress you have put her through..."
"She, she's already forgiven me for that! I-I was under the influence of pressure and fitting in!"
You giggled as you slowly walked, casual and as though in wonder. "So, you were radicalized by these dead friends of yours?"
"I-I'm still confused. (y/n), we talked about this, right love? What's going on?"
Ghostface tilts their head again. They move to grasp your girlfriend's jaw, the edge of the bloodied knife taunting to cut through the skin of her cheek. They laugh mockingly at how the redhead was convinced by her own words. "And yet, you haven't figured it out yet. I'm here to help my girlfriend - (y/n/n) to put an end to the suffering you caused. She was never yours and never will be."
"Welcome to the act three, Quinn." you smirked and Ghostface was undeniably so proud of you.
The aghast look on her face upon realization was priceless. The blood had drained over Quinn's face, close to seeing the light and your reckoning was very unexpected. You were so sweet, an angel, she couldn't believe it...
You had the sweet front view of the Ghostface slitting your girlfriend's throat. It went deep enough for the blood to ooze disturbingly squirt, it didn't help that she soon choked for more cries of help, as the knife wounds to cut the blood vessels that once sustained the redhead's then alive body, completely draining them out.
Sam takes off her currently tainted crimson Ghostface mask, revealing her sweaty yet perfect face. Your fingers thread through her hair as she pulls you closer and you brushed your thumb over Sam's bottom lip, going for a much needed liplock.
It was Quinn's view before her dying breath has finally come.
Sam gently took your hand. "I'm so proud of you." She whispers intimately against your skin.
The desire and admiration between you two was palpable. In a normal person's view, it would be nothing else but simply disturbing.
"And I'm thankful for you. We really do make a good pair, Sam."
#requested#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter x fem reader#sam loomis#scream#ghostface sam#wlw#lesbian
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wait…wait… fingering felix or vice cerda while gaming mmm 😋 obv online or with friends or smth 😳 just having to play it off while cumming wowie🫠
-🍄
and Happy New Year my friend<3
happy ny to you 🍄 anon! this is such a great thought… what about having him cockwarm your strap after 🤭
🏷️ sub!felix, pegging, cockwarming
“stay still, baby. you’ll get yourself killed if you keep messing up.”
felix curses into his headset when one of his enemies almost takes him out. it’s a close call; he’s getting sloppier and sloppier, nearly getting sniped by another player.
you’re right. he needs to focus or he’ll lose.
pull yourself together, lix.
he shifts in your lap and whimpers when his next shot misses its target by a landslide.
“lix! what are you doing?! put your head in the game mate!”
chan’s voice rings through the headphones. one earpiece covers felix’s ear and the other is pushed back so he can hear both you and his teammates. he mumbles a shaky apology in the mic and you notice how his voice sounds oddly high-pitched. which means his friends must hear it too. perfect.
“concentrate.” you press a kiss on his nape. his fuzzy hoodie tickles your nose. “you don’t want them to find out what’s really going on, do you?”
felix shakes his head. he’d been the one who’d insisted on this: begged for more than the gentle pressure of your fingers inside his tight hole. and you’d obliged. with only one drawback: he has to finish this round first.
and win.
for the past twenty minutes felix has been sitting in your lap with your strap snugly fitted between his walls. every movement, not matter how small, has the curved head pressing against his sensitive prostate.
it’s torture. felix wants nothing more than to lift his hips and fuck himself on the silicon dildo but all he can do is sit as still as possible and keep his eyes fixed on the screen. he can’t afford any missteps now. not when he’s risking losing more than just this stupid game.
watching your boyfriend struggle to keep himself from mindlessly grinding down onto your lap fills you with amusement. he looks so pretty like this: all flushed and agitated like he might lose his composure soon. his bottom lip is stuck between his teeth to stop himself from revealing his plight to his friends. every muscle in his body screams out in desperation; from his tense shoulders to his leaking cock twitching in your hand. there’s so much precum it dribbles down your fingers. at this point he may be wetter than you are and you’re surprised he’s been able to stay this still. just like him you hope the round doesn’t last much longer. you can’t wait to see the outcome.
“i think you want them to hear you,” you whisper for his ears only. “want your friends to know you can’t wait to get fucked. what if i tell them i’m going to bend you over this desk if you win, hm? fuck your needy hole until you’re begging me to stop because it feels too good?”
felix can’t prevent the sudden moan leaving his lips. fuck, you know him too well. his ears burn at the idea of chan and jisung listening to him getting ruined and reduced to a sniffling mess.
he can’t help but wonder how his friends would react. would they cut off the audio and never bring it up again, too flustered about having overheard something so salacious? or would they enjoy it… their pants tightening as they picture themselves in felix’s position. or (and the next thought is almost enough to make him blow on the spot), in yours.
chan’s fat cock drilling into him while jisung holds felix down until he can feel his best friend’s cum drip down his ass—
shit. he has to stop and fucking focus for once.
felix knows you’re loving every minute of this. it’s evident in the way you chuckle when he fidgets in your lap. you’re thriving off his distress and it only makes his cock ache more. you keep whispering filthy words into his ear, seemingly unconcerned about anyone else who could be hearing them.
would you want them to overhear? fuck, he can’t go there, not now—
felix has no idea how he makes it through the next ten minutes, but as soon as the victory screen pops up he disconnects from the voice channel with only a short, clipped “bye!” to his teammates. his hands are shaking as he tries to catch his breath. he won.
“congratulations, pup,” your voice is sweet like honey and his heart beats impossibly faster when you take off his headphones and grab hold of his stuttering hips. “you deserve your reward.”
#answered#🍄 anon#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids headcanons#skz headcanons#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#stray kids hard hours#skz hard hours#lee felix x reader#felix smut#lee felix smut#sub!idol#sub!skz#dom!reader#sub!stray kids#;skz blurbs
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Now on AO3 here (with slightly better editing)
Tommy spots him off to the side just after they start playing. He gives Evan a nod and gets one back, and he's confused. Because Eddie has told him he doesn't like basketball, and Evan kind of let it slip he only came last time because he wanted to see him.
Oh.
He loses the ball in his distraction, then tries to shake it off. "Get it together Kinard," he whispers to himself.
A few moments later he's got the ball again, perfect shot lined up, and he glances at Evan, almost showing off a little and the little fucker winks at him.
He misses the shot by a mile, his team is a little frustrated but all Tommy can hear is the beat of his own heart thudding in his ears.
This boy is gonna kill him.
He really thought it was just gonna be a little fling. Something fun and new and wild. If he's honest he hasn't even dated That many guys himself, and certainly no one like Evan. Not someone that blushes at every word he says, that treats each kiss like the last breath of air, that looks at him like he's so experienced and put together and...
Someone runs into him and he almost falls over. He hears Evan laugh, and its such a good laugh. He's so very very screwed.
Tommy manages to make it through the game, losing badly, but he finds that he really doesn't care that much today. Not when that blinding smile like sunshine is laser focused on him postgame. Not when he hears a stuttered "h-hey Tommy," from Buck that literally makes him wanna drag that boy into a kiss right here.
But Evan isn't ready for that he doesn't think. Fuck does he want it though.
"Hey Evan. What're you doing here?" He asks as he grabs his things, uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow and arms.
Evan is staring at him, following the towel and he tests an idea, running it down his legs, then rucking up his shirt and doing his abs. Evan honest to God licks his lips and exhales shakily and that makes Tommy nearly pop a boner right there.
He presses in closer, watches as much as hears the intake of breath from Evan. "I... i just wanted to see you..." Evan says and fuck he's blushing. The kid is honest to god blushing and his eyes are darting all over, to Tommy's face, his lips, his body.
"Well that's good. I've been wanting to see you too." His hand comes up of its own accord, about to grab him, but then he remembers where they are and just punches Evan's arm. Well, he was aiming for his arm but he hit his chest. And fuck if that wasn't solid muscle he just hit.
Evan actually moans a bit and slaps a hand over his own mouth, looking around to make sure no one else heard.
But Tommy heard.
"Wanna walk me to my car?" He asks, and Evan nods, following along. Once they get there he goes and opens the back door and tosses his bag in, but then he goes to the passenger aide and opens it.
"I, uh, I drove here," Evan says, uncertain.
Tommy looks at him, eyes trailing up and down his body. "I know. Get in."
Evan complies readily, scrambling into the seat in his haste and fuck if that doesnt make Tommy wanna ravage him right here. Not yet though.
Soon.
Once they're both inside the car the tension is palpable. He looks over, seeing that flush still high in Evan's cheeks. He places a hand on the man's thigh, his thick muscular thigh, and then moves in, swallowing down the gasp Evan lets out as he kisses him.
Its so good. Fuck its too good. At some point his other hand has come up to tangle in Evan's hair, he has curls, how did he not notice the curls before. Hes just about to try going for Evan's neck when he feels a soft pressure against his chest and immediately he shuts himself down, pulls away, panting.
He stares at Evan, trying to see if he pushed too far, he wasnt trying to he just got carried away. Hes about to say that when Evan simply goes "Fuck..."
That makes Tommy laugh. Evan is even redder than before and when he looks down well, the side of his hand is touching something that definitely wasn't there when he first put his hand on Evan's thigh.
Evan's eyes flick down and he groans. "Wow you, uh, you're," he trails off, but Tommy knows, he's tenting his basketball shorts. Its not embarassing at all though because he doesn't mind Evan knowing how much he does it for him even if they haven't gotten that far yet.
"Yeah, i am. Because of you. Is that okay?" He asks, making sure.
Evan laughs, a nervous but somehow giddy thing. "Its new. But yeah, yeah that's... I didn't even think about like, that being a thing yet."
"Theres a lot of new 'things' to get used to when dating a man Evan."
"Yeah im starting to see that."
He catches his eyes, lettting the moment linger. "And is it okay?"
Evan reaches over and kisses him again, this time softer, more like the first one. "Yeah, it is," he says as he presses their foreheads together. Then he's pulling away. "Now i need to go before i do something very embarassing and very public."
Tommy laughs and pulls him in to another kiss, whispering in his ear "if it wasn't for me wanting to make your first time special I'd have already been blowing you right here." Maybe its too much too soon, but he feels like he has to say it.
Evan stares at him for a moment and Tommy tenses, worried he just fucked that up. Then he laughs. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that but... I have a history of fucking things up when I fall into bed too fast. So as much as its literally killing me," he looks at his own crotch, Tommy thinks he might see a twitch that actually makes his mouth dry, "is it okay if we go slow?"
Tommy nods, sitting back in his seat, no longer crowding the younger man. "We can go as slow as you like. I get it." He looks at Evan again and smiles. "I better go take a shower, I reek." Then, laughing as he adjusts himself a bit, "a very cold shower."
Evan looks uncertain, Tommy raises an eyebrow in question and then the man blurts out "i think you smell great." He blushes even more after that and Tommy smirks.
"Oh yeah? All sweaty and gross?"
Evan seems to pause, like hes struggling with whether to say this or not. "I..."
Tommy gives him a warm, welcoming smile. "Evan dont be embarassed you can say what you wanna say."
Evan looks at him and some of the uncertainty seems to clear. "I always kinda thought it smelled nice. Like sweat and just... that't weird I'm sorry." It almost looks like he might flee and Tommy grabs his hand.
"Hey look at me." Evan does. "First of all, that isn't actually uncommon. A lot of guys are into that." He pauses to let that sink in. "Me included."
Evan looks scandalized, but also a bit turned on. "Really?" He says, his voice a bit strangled.
Tommy just chuckles. "Yeah, really. I think you'll find what guys like with each other might be a little different than what you've thought you were, I'll say 'allowed' to like with women?" He says, not sure hoe to phrase it.
Evan smiles really broadly at that, still shy, but relieved too. He leans in for another kiss and Tommy sinks into it. If Evan inhales a bit deeper before he pulls away well Tommy isn't going to call him on it.
"I better go. I, uh, I'll call you later?" Evan says, his pupils are blown wide and fuck if Tommy doesnt need that shower stat.
"Yeah. I'll be waiting," he says and he doesn't even care if he sounds like a fucking teenager again because this boy has got a hold on him.
Evan takes two tries to open the door because he wont drag his eyes away from Tommy, which is adorable.
"Bye Tommy," Evan says as he gets out and lingers by the door.
"See you later kid," he says, watching Evan turn around and walk off. And if Tommy stares through his rearview mirror for way longer than normal no one has to know.
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Theres a trend I've noticed with the current era of minecraft modding.
It's a sort of... professionalism? We're seeing a lot more mods made by large teams rather than single creators. Theres also a lot more focus - theres a definite trend of larger mods with many distinct features being split up into multiple separate mods for each distinct feature, if that makes sense. That's probably largely driven by curseforge's revenue scheme - I guess it's more profitable to have 5 mods with 1 main feature and a million downloads each, than 1 mod with all 5 features and a million downloads.
I don't know if this corresponds to the latter trend or the former but theres a definite increase in library mods - mod makers are building a lot more infrastructure for their work but each team is building their own library.
And I really don't know how I feel about all this.
This trend of professionalism has lead to an increase in quality but it feels like its come at the cost of creativity - theres an obsession with fitting into the vanilla game, both mechanically and artistically. It feels like modern mods are focused on expanding and fleshing out the vanilla game in a cohesive way, in stark contrast to how earlier mods used vanilla as just a platform to build their own stuff. And I feel like this is a good thing, but I also feel sad for what came before.
And I really think you can trace this change back to minecraft's change in artstyle. Programmer Art is aptly named - the original graphics were quick and dirty textures thrown together so they could get on with making the actual game. And this fostered a lot of creativity in the modding community - a community largely comprised of programmers - who could imitate this artstyle very easily. The new artstyle is great, don't get me wrong, but it pressures modmakers to match it. This means the old generation of simply textured box machines look out of place in the new graphics. When the old graphics were simple it didn't feel wrong to have something wildly different thrown in there - think Thaumcraft's inexplicably 128x128 textures in a 16x16 game, or whatever the fuck was happening with draconic evolution - whereas the obvious thought and care put into the official art makes anything even remotely out of place look wrong.
This is definitely a factor in the increase of larger teams - it's a lot harder for one person to make a whole mod and a whole set of cohesive textures. And when something looks professional theres a pressure to make it function professionally as well - if it's going to fit in with the vanilla game visually it's going to have to fit in mechanically as well.
And again, I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing - indeed, this could all just be a result of the modding community maturing. But I do have some problems with it:
Firstly, I think its notable that previous eras of modding are associated with a specific version - 1.6.4, 1.7.10, 1.12.2. That's not the case now. There seems to be a lot more pressure to update to the latest version, which is combined with a sudden increase in vanilla update frequency. I think this has pretty drastic consequences. When the modding scene stayed still, as it did in 1.7.10 and 1.12.2, theres a lot of time for mods to get used to each other. Think back to 1.7.10 where magic mods were including references and counters to each other. With the much faster development to get every mod updated to the latest version with different mods getting updated at different times theres much less opportunity for intrinsic cross mod compatibility. This is combined with the recent split between fabric and forge, resulting in mods that ironically look very similar but with much less conscious compatibility.
Theres also something off about the art style. Theres a sort of shared style that you see across a lot of popular mods right now. It's not just that they look like vanilla textures - because in large part they look more like each other than they do vanilla. Idk if that makes sense. It's like theres a consistent artstyle for mods that is ever so slightly different from the art style of vanilla.
And this, of course, brings us to the elephant in the room.
They all look like fucking Create.
I said earlier that I thought these changes could all be traced back to the change in vanilla artstyle - and I still think that's true - but when you're tracing it back the line inevitably runs through that one mod.
Create was huge. Back when modding was still getting used to the artstyle changes, Create I think solidified the entire era. It was an aesthetically pleasing, stylistically cohesive, mechanically balanced and technically astounding mod. It was big enough to draw attention from vanilla players who had never played modded before then, bringing them in with expectations formed by it. Which, in turn, created a pressure in the community to replicate this success.
I'm gonna be honest - Create annoys me. I dislike the artstyle. I dislike the obsession with aesthetics and vanilla-like gameplay over functionality. I especially dislike how its found in literally every modpack for recent versions.
But (reluctantly) putting aside my dislike of Create, I begrudgingly admit that all in all, these trends are overall good for modding. As I said earlier, they're a sign of a maturing community. But I'll still miss how mods in earlier eras were much more free to be completely batshit, or pure functionality (rftools and mahou tsukai come to mind as mods that have largely ignored the changes in the community). Every era has it's own feel and if what's new isnt for me, that's fine. Maybe I'm just old and bitter and this is all in my own head - I'm not a modder, I've just been playing this game a long time.
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your tags on crim’s dew packer post…. would you care to elaborate ? 👀
oh i am SO glad you asked!! I was actually going to throw these thoughts into Crim's ask box but I can put em here-
okay so? The packer post? T4T raindrop? Yeah. I have two different trains of thought here so please bear with me because I'm gonna be a little (very) rambly.
@crimsonclergy stop making me think weird things about raindrop :/ /j/j/j
On one hand? I love the idea of Rain feeding into Dew and all his bragging. He loves how flustered Dew gets, how his confidence wavers and he begins to stammer...Rain is obsessed with it, or maybe he's just obsessed with Dew, a little bit of both probably.
He'll kneel in front of him and nuzzle his cheek against the front of Dew's pants, make a show of mouthing him through the fabric. Cooing over how perfect his dick is, oh it's all for me isn't it baby?
Dew starts to lose his pride when stripped down out of his boxers because he isn't able to hide behind it but Rain's enthusiasm doesn't falter. He still instinctually goes to get the strap when Rain begs him to fuck him, but Rain tugs him back to bed when he gets up because no, he wants his cock.
Just slottng their hips together, a mess of slick and heat between their thighs. Dew's t-dick dragging between Rain's folds, occasionally catching against his twitching hole. Rain has this pleased look on his face, a kitten curl to his lips as he goes on and on about how good his cock feels. Dew just gets more and more red, can't even hide his face in his hands, they're occupied holding Rain in place. He still tries to avert his eyes because the look on Rain's face is too much. I'm sure Rain doesn't let him turn away long, guides his face back to look at him. Maybe he makes Dew stare at the place their bodies meet, watch how that big dick fucks him.
BUT on the other hand?
There's so much room for humiliation here.
Dew is so much talk, so arrogant. What if he can't deliver?
Rain's entertained him and his ramblings but he seems to get a little shy when Rain tries to make him back it up. He'll palm him through his pants and seem so excited by the idea of getting his hands on his that big cock...But Dew gets too flustered, always backs off, and Rain finds it funny. It's a game to him and he is winning
But backed against a wall, Dew can't shy away from Rain's excessive touching. The little bit of pressure from his packer pressing into him makes it hard to keep his composure. Rain plays it up, whines into his neck, pulls their bodies flush, tells him all about how bad he needs him until he has Dew in the palm of his hand.
The clothes come off and Rain's expression twists. Confusion and dissapointment as he sits between Dew's spread legs. He strokes his fingers over his fattened clit and frowns when Dew gasps over the light touches.
"You call this big?"
And Dew stammers.
"Oh sweetheart, look at you...So small and sensitive," he almost sounds pitying as he strokes his clit between his thumb and forefinger. "I thought you were gonna use my mouth, make me gag on it, but its so little...I'm not even sure you could fuck me with it."
Dew argues, or tries to. Rain seems bored as he idly plays with him.
"You wanted to fuck me, didn't you baby?"
He flushes darker somehow and nods which makes Rain perk up a little.
Before Dew knows it, Rain's wrangled him into a harness, some ridiculously sized dildo held in place. And Rain sinks down on it with an exaggerated sigh of relief, and moans so pretty when it bottoms out. He takes Dew's hand and holds it aginst his lower belly with a chuckle.
"See? This is what a big dick feels like...You couldn't fill me like this, could you? That's okay, you can still be useful...All you need to do is just lay there for me, and maybe later you can show me how you stroke your pretty little cock." He smiles so sweetly, too much emphasis on the little but something in Dew's stomach tightens, he drips uselessly down his thighs and lets Rain have his fill.
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I'm gonna be honest - along with OMORI pressuring the player into choosing the good ending lest Sunny kills himself, the whole DUET cutscene doesn't strike me as anything but very blatant emotional manipulation either. Every mention of it I saw was followed by fans talking at length about how thoroughly devastated they were left by that moment, but if you look past the Feels and focus on the Reals, what is there to be devastated about, really?
The (supposed) purpose of the cutscene is to show Sunny placating his depression by recalling the good times he had with Mari and his friends... except that is exactly what he's been doing via Basil's photo album throughout the entire game. That's what Memory Lane, which you have to go through right before the final boss, was there for. And just like the aforementioned two, the good times showcased in DUET are glurgy, meaningless fluff. They don't tell you anything new about the characters and they don't show them helping each other through thick and thin as people you could call "real" friends are supposed to. The fact that the cutscene itself looks like a PowerPoint slideshow or something you could theoretically cook up in Windows Movie Maker doesn't help, especially if you remove the music track altogether.
I think one of my "favorite" moments is Sunny and Mari meeting Kel and Hero, which is represented by the latter two literally popping out of thin air
You'd think that as a story with the power of friendship as one of its central themes, the game would show how the characters became friends in the first place and what makes them gel together, but no. This is all you get.
It's the same thing with Aubrey and Basil. The gang meets Aubrey for the first time while she's crying on the sidewalk before the game cuts to her introducing Basil to them. Was them comforting Aubrey over her lost shoe enough for her to befriend them? How exactly did she and Basil meet? I dunno, you tell me! Think about the plot so the writer won't have to!
So emotional. So peak. Two hundred thousand dollars was spent on this.
Speaking of Sunny and Mari, the cutscene's Peakest™ moment is the smash cut from a bright shot of Mari embracing a younger Sunny to a gloomier shot of the older Sunny sitting there all alone and morose, which delivers the message with all the subtlety of a nuclear bomb explosion
she passed on The Emo to him. truely devastating. also why do they both look malnourished. what the hell is this artstyle
Yes, game. I get it. The grass was greener when Mari was alive. That's roughly her gravestone's epitaph. What is the point of this? What am I supposed to cry about?
That brings me to what I believe is the main problem with DUET, and a problem with the game itself as well - the story doesn't put in any real effort to flesh out the characters you're supposed to feel bad for, yet expects you to feel bad for them anyway. Even after playing the entire 25 hours of this game, I don't know anything about Sunny, nor can I recall anything noteworthy about him except from him calling lemons "oragnes". I don't know anything about who Mari really was except that she's treated by the narrative as if she was Jesus in the flesh. They're not characters - they're effectively cardboard cutouts, and I have no idea why the game's imploring me to shed tears over two cardboard cutouts.
The cherry on top is Omori straight-up vanishing after the cutscene ends. One could argue that Sunny's victory was temporary, but that's not indicated - Omori seems to actually vanish once and for all after the game's events, and the main menu even features Sunny himself as opposed to Omori to mark the change. Because we all know that severe depression can be treated by thinking happy thoughts, right? tfw the powerpoint slideshow was so cringe that even the depression decided to peace out
Maybe I wouldn't have been as harsh if the story had Mari kill herself instead of it being a cover-up for manslaughter. Maybe then I'd have been able to see the tragedy. But given the context of the plot twist, all I can see is a coward and a liar soothing his well-earned guilt over committing a serious crime and lying about it in the most laughably melodramatic fashion possible.
#omori#omori game#omori fandom#omori sunny#omori mari#omori kel#omori hero#yeah yeah call me a psychopathic monster. whatever#I know that's the only refrain y'all can employ when anyone points out any problem with your game lmao
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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 23: Wokingham
WOKINGHAMMMMMMMM!
I absolutely love everything about this episode. Literally everything. It's just basically perfect.
It's also, like Vaduz, an episode that would never, ever, EVER have happened in S1. I mean, S1 had a dude literally die on the plane and "it "what to do" was turned into a comedy routine... this is a much more, Idunno, humanist approach, I guess. It's hilarious, but it takes its humor from things other than the actual medical situation itself.
But even beyond that- would S1 Douglas have played along when Carolyn said that he cried when confronted by the bird strike in St Petersburg? Would he have even put a pause on the game? Would he have even shown up? Almost definitely not. The only constant, of course, is Arthur, who would have been equally willing to show up to keep Martin's mother busy in any season you can name. Lovely, lovely Arthur, and what an absolutely perfect scene by the way.
Now, there's the meta way of looking at it where people are like "I appreciated it when JF was writing a darker and more cynical show," which a) I disagree with factually (I think there were always hints of what the show would become from the beginning- I mean, as far back as Abu Dhabi, Douglas helped Martin out with the match) and b) I disagree with as a matter of taste (the heartwarming episodes are GREAT). But I have to hope that the meta people at least concede that the development FROM S1 to S4 in terms of the very different ways that people behave is extremely consistent with the character development. Douglas and Carolyn have both made some strides in the way that they relate to Martin that allow them to go run interference for him, but at the same time Martin has grown to become the kind of person who they mind less running interference for. He's mellowed, he's started to be less hung up on his rank for the most part, he's less obsessed with his self image. S1 Douglas would have never done it- but S1 Martin would have given him little reason to, and we've seen that change pretty organically.
It also helps, obviously, that Douglas and Carolyn know exactly what they're dealing with. Some of it, maybe, is seeing how Martin (and, to be honest, Caitlin!) ended up that way, with Simon to cut him down to size- and, as we've heard, his dad as well back when he was alive. (Incidentally, I meant to mention this in Uskerty but I found the fact that Martin has worn his dad's signet ring since the funeral to be both really sweet and just... gah. Emotional.) I feel like we've also all, at some point, met people who are, if not Simons themselves, have Simonistic qualities, so to speak. Carolyn and Douglas, as people who love to put on performances like this and have a bit of a proprietary feeling about Martin (in an "only we get to tease him" kind of way), presumably did it at least partly for the fun of it!
That said, this episode would not have been what it could have been without Wendy. Prunella Scales is amazing, and it's worth noting that (as JF mentioned in a podcast interview I heard once) she was in the early stages of dementia and, according to JF, was not always with it offstage but was just absolutely astonishing as soon as they started performing. She plays every note so perfectly, and adds a really interesting note of, well, momness (or I guess I should say mumness) that is really easy to identify with and also a VERY striking contrast to Carolyn, both for better and, occasionally, for worse- Carolyn would have never said anything remotely like "maybe Simon knows best" lol.
All in all, just really really good fun, hilarious, well plotted, all the usual... oh, and with another amazing audio humor joke with the doctor asking about the costume party. Just perfect.
Important question though: how on earth in this whole brag-off with Simon did Martin never slip that he's dating the freaking Princess of Liechtenstein?! How?!?! I'm not going to call it a plot hole because that's not how these things work, but I can imagine that he had to REALLY hold himself back from blurting it out.
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hi!!!!!!!!! i am loving the fandom ships sosososososo much!!!!!!!! your hcs are actually the best too and im just so happy ur sharing ur wonderful writing w us:D
no pressure at all too but i would love a fandom ship for the outsiders too:D!! boy or girl is good!
im about 5'4, light brown hair, dark blue eyes, my eyes r like bigg like OwO irl LOL
my hair goes down to the middle of my back, and its like 2a curls i think?
also im white lol so the things that go with that, and i have freckles! and my cheeks are always pink no matter what i do bro (i get accused of blushing at everything BUT ITS JUST MY FACE HFSLDKJKS)
my personality is very talkative, outgoing, blabbermouth esque, and the typical girly i think? like i like doing my makeup and dressing up and stuffs
i think im an optimist too, i dont get angry or upset at people very often
im always really interested in learning about people so i love listening to what they want to talk about!
my hobbies are all the artsy crafty stuff,(writing, reading, painting, drawing, yarn crafts, sewing, decor, music, instrumentsssz) but thats when im not studying:P i spend soooo much time on school and i take it really serious, and im always happy to help my friends w their work too so that may b what keeps me occupied a lot loll
but i also love being outside! that counts as a hobby i think- stuff like just walking, or biking or skating !
Because you’re one of my favorites and a loyal mutual I’m giving you a guy and a girl!!!!
Your outsiders ship: Cherry Valance and Sodapop Curtis!
Explanation: you guys are so pretty together like you’re just such pretty queens. I just wanna say that like Dallas Winston can go cry himself a hole because you have cherry valance cherry valance has you and you guys look so freaking good together just aesthetically pleasing because you guys are both so beautiful. I love the way that you both contrast each other. You with your light brown hair her with her red hair you with your blue eyes and her with her brown eyes. I just think you guys would be beautiful in different ways that really come together for a very neat image you guys are literally the “it”lesbian couple. She thinks you’re natural blush, and freckles are really cute and she has a bit of a natural blush herself so she totally understands whenever people think that you’re blushing at things when you’re actually not you just have a little bit of a pink face. as for your personality I think you would get along really well together because she’s also pretty talkative and bubbly most of the time and I think that U2 would just be really nice popular girls at your school that people look up to and I think she would appreciate your optimism and a lot of situations and truth be told kind of wishes that she did have optimism because she loves your mindset and I honestly think that you would be such a healthy and cute relationship because you guys are so uplifting to each each other she build you up and you build her up. I feel like she’s not very much of an artsy person or a skater, but she absolutely supports all of your hobbies and I feel like she would watch you do art and just ask a ton of questions and if you drew a portrait of her and did anything like that just or made like a keychain for her or something like that I think she keep it forever and just be so proud of it and probably like put it on a bracelet or something and try and keep it with her at all times, I think you’re the type of person that would go to her cheerleading games like just go to the football games to watch her cheer and I think she’d be forever grateful for that and honestly, you guys are just so cute and supportive of each other I 100% ship!!💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Explanation: he really loves your big eyes and you’re curly hair that almost give you kind of a doll like appearance and I also think that he loves how short you are because I don’t know everything about you’re just reminds him of a doll and I think that is what made you kind of stand out to him in the first place besides of course, being drop dead gorgeous honey because that’s what you are!!! But he also gets the natural blush thing a lot, and I think that because of his charming personality, he comes off as flirting when he really just means to be friendly quite a lot so I think the natural blush doesn’t really help that much with that, but I think as for talkativeness, you guys would be a great pair.  I see him as easily socializing and being more of an extrovert so if you’re more of a talkative person, I think you guys would go great together and could definitely have laughs  and good times together just enjoying each other‘s company. He’s also like you an optimist and a people pleaser as well so I think that you guys some time would have a hard time choosing who’s going to have to be the bad cop you know. He also appreciates deeply that you embrace your femininity, and I think out of all the greasers he’s the greaser that embraces his own femininity the most, and I think he just really appreciates anyone else who does that because it’s just aesthetically pleasing let’s be so for real. Since you like asking about other people and what they’re into I think he would absolutely love that because as the middle Curtis sibling, he’s often used to getting ignored or only seen for his looks and when you ask him about himself, it pretty much just melt him because he’s so happy that someone finally cares about him beyond just how he looks or You know being the hot middle Curtis sibling and nothing else. I don’t think he’s very artsy but he absolutely supports you and probably would be a little bit annoying if I’m going to be honest, but he really tries his best to understand it and I also think that he would love doing outdoorsy things with you. You guys would be cute together. 💚
#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders headcanons#the outsiders#cherry valance x reader#cherry valance#sodapop Curtis#sodapop curtis x reader
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Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.
Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.
So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.
I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.
So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.
No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.
Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.
And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.
Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.
He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.
#I love when Jotaro Kujo is a fucking train wreck it’s the best#I have some more seriously fucked up headcannons but this one is one of my favourites#jjba kakyoin#jjba jotaro#jotaro#noriaki kakyoin#jojos bizzare adventure#jojo stardust crusaders
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You know I’m a sucker for Robby-
Do you have any Headcanons for Robby having a crush on chubby!Reader who is shy and has a brother-sister relationship with Miguel (because of course golden retriever boy has to meet Reader first and instantly bond with her and because her best friend and brother figure, poor Robby.🥲)
Reader is super shy and stays by Miguel a lot because he’s nice to her and kind takes her under his wing a lot because he started seeing her as a shy and quiet sister,he’s super protective of her because she doesn’t stick up for herself a lot.
And Robby has a big fat crush on her but he can’t figure out how to get her away from Miguel.
(Kinda takes place when Miguel and Robby are cool with each other, but Robby is to chicken to actually say anything to Miguel about liking Reader because he feels like Miguel would try and “protect” her from him.)
Sensei-Venus💕
(@sensei-venus) (unedited)
My immediate thought went to everyone hanging out, having a good time, just getting to be teenagers for once, and Robby is looking at Reader. He's admiring her, trying to think of something to say to her. She's standing beside Miguel, who's talking to Sam and Hawk about God knows what, and she happens to look over and see Robby kind of staring. Before he can even smile at her, she's turning into Miguel and hugging his arm so she can hide in his hoodie.
Everyone knows she's shy and that her and Miguel are best friends, so it's never read the wrong way. She's just super comfortable with Miguel, enough to use him as a human shield from the rest of the world. He just smiles and puts his arm around her shoulders, letting her hide as she pleases. He'll take a quick look around to make sure no one is going out of their way to bother her, but Robby's already looked down at his phone.
These two run each other in circles. Robby wants to talk to her, but her shyness makes it hard for him to know how to approach her. He also never sees her glued to Miguel's side, so he's struggling to grasp at straws. Reader, on the other hand, thinks a guy like Robby can't possibly like her. She's too shy, unlike other girls she knows he's been with. He likes strong girls who can speak for themselves, girls that aren't afraid to stand up and fight when they need to. And she's just not that, so she's convinced herself that she's not his type.
There's two ways this can go and both involve some interference from others:
Option 1 is a good old distraction. I see Hawk either being asked in (reluctantly) by Robby or he sees what's going on and gets so tired of it so fast. Either way, he distracts Miguel long enough for Robby to get a word in with Reader.
Option 2, and my personal favorite, is a classic game of 7 minutes in heaven. This is more Moon's idea than anything but Hawk rigs Reader's spin to land on Robby because God they need to get together already.
Just about everyone sees his eyes on her and knows he has a huge ass crush on her, except herself and Miguel. They're so oblivious to Robby's feelings, Miguel more worried about protecting her from people that want to hurt her or mess with her, so he has some tunnel vision. And she thinks she has no chance, so what's the point in entertaining those thoughts?
Asdfghjkl- honestly, let's go 7 minutes in heaven because yes.
So Hawk rigs Reader's spin to land on Robby, bumping the table just as its slowing to a stop. The whole game Miguel has been apprehensive about Reader playing, but doesn't say anything about it. He just asks her if she's sure she wants to do this and the pressure to even just play the game is enough for her to agree to it, so she spins. And just as it looks like it might land on her trusted best friend, Hawk bumps the table reaching for a drink and it lands on Robby instead.
Miguel is telling Reader she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to but she shakes her head, flustered beyond all Hell, and just scrambles up to the closet to get it over with. Robby is doing everything to hide his big happy grin as he walks into the closet, which is big because it's Moon's house and he place is huge.
He can't help all the thoughts running through his head. Had divine intervention finally done something good for him? (No, Hawk just got tired of seeing his kicked puppy in love shit everywhere he turned and Moon thinks they'll make a great couple if they just got the chance.) This is the girl he's been crushing on for a while. He thinks she's so sweet, so kind, so cute. God, does he think she's adorable. He actually likes whaling her hide in her friend's hoodies even though it doesn't do much, he just wishes she were hiding in his clothes. He wants to be the one she goes to and hides behind, the person she trusts so much to protect her and care for her. He wants to have quiet conversations with her about all the things she likes and about her day; to be the person who makes her smile and laugh; to kiss her and hold her in his strong arms so that she knows she's safe with him.
He has such a huge crush on her, he's about to burst at the seam.
The closet door shuts and it's very quiet and dark. He waits a moment for his eyes to adjust before he reaches out and touches her arm. She jumps and he feels bad, but still smiles. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's... It's okay," she tells him. She takes a pause before saying, "We, uh, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to..."
He steps up to her and leans into her face as if ready to kiss her right then and there. "I wouldn't do anything in here if I didn't want to, regardless of if it's a game or not."
She lets out a small mmhmm, but it has a squeak in it. He can feels the heat radiating off of her face and see the faint outline of her features, her lips pressed into an unsure line.
"Can I kiss you?"
She squeaks again, but let's out a small whisper. "Yeah..."
He gently caresses her cheek and guides her to lean in, his other hand slipping onto her waist. Their lips meet and it's like he's been run over by rainbows and sunshine. Her lips are so soft, so much better than he has ever imagined. Kissing her is like a dream come true and he's thanking his lucky stars no one is around to see or interfere.
He pulls away and her hands are still at her sides, at a loss with what to do with them until he's getting further away. Before he can ask her if that was alright, her hands are on his neck pulling him back in. They kiss again and this time it's hot, it's deep, it's hellfire licking up into the high points of Heaven and they are not backing down. He moans into her mouth as he pulls her close, her hand gripping the fat of her waist and holding her plush body against him. Everything else fades out of existence and the only thing he knows is the warmth of her lips on his and the feeling of her body pressed up to his.
He pins her to the wall gently and she gasps, letting his tongue slip between her lips. She's shy and tentative to play at first, but after some poking and prodding and exploration of her mouth, she understands what to do and their tongues dance and twist. She moans quietly and he enjoys them because only he can hear them.
And the whole 7 minutes they're in their, telling each other how they feel without using words, Hawk let's it slip about Robby's big fat crush.
"I hope they're getting it on in there."
"Dude, that's gross," Miguel says, pulling a face of disgust.
"That's not what I meant," Hawk says, but everyone gives him a look. So he clarifies. "I mean, I hop they're gonna get over this stupid cat and mouse shit."
Everyone else is kind of nodding along in agreement, but Miguel is still confused. "What are you talking about?"
"Dude, do you not know?"
"Know what?"
Everyone kind of just looks at each other, like who's gonna break it to him?
Finally Tory says, "Robby has the biggest crush on her. I can't believe you didn't know that."
Miguel's kind of just left sitting there, mouth falling open in shock. His eyebrows are knit up as jhe mentally reviews every interaction he's seen Robby and Reader have but all there's been are longing glances across rooms and sometimes he caught Reader checking out Robby as he trained. It all dawns on him right before the two are let out of the closet and he has no idea what to do when he sees them holding hands.
#robby keene x chubby reader#robby keene x reader#robby keene#robby keene fluff#robby keene headcanons#shy reader#cute#pure fluff#cobra kai headcanons#cobra kai#cobra kai x reader#cobra kai x chubby reader#cobra kai x plus size reader#chubby reader#plus size reader#gemini sensei#miguel diaz#idiots in love#eli hawk moskowitz
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what you said about maxiel fanfics with endgame lest4ppen, yes, I agree. someone mentioned this before, but maxiel is slowly dying on ao3 while it seems to be thriving more and more on tumblr.
for me it's 50/50 because I don't mind where I'm reading, but here we have more one-shots and pieces of WIPs (which is good because it means authors don't feel the pressure to turn everything into a 50k story, so they can just post their ideas even if it's incomplete), but I personally LOVE longer stories, so I would love to read more and more about every single one of them.
and personally I just don't like lest4ppen at all. I understand the need to tag maxiel because daniel is the bad guy and the "shitty boyfriend" or whatever, but I just don't like seeing those stories 😬
will always preface asks like this by saying people can like what they like and find joy in whatever, i ain't gunna turn my nose up at anyone or anything, lestappen just doesn't make sense to meeee personally, but honestly whatever butters ur bread!!!
as someone who has dabbled here and there in this writing lark, for me there is a distinct difference in ao3 posting and tumblr posting....ao3 to me is formal, ur presenting something perfect, a fully-fledged story, a beginning a middle and an end (not in all cases but i just mean in general). most stuff i read on ao3 is fully-fledged nuanced ideas that the author has obviously spent hours of time crafting and experimenting with.
tumblr fic is inherently fun and blase and easier to throw out there into the ether and forget about really. tumblr fic doesn't need to follow grammatical rules or structure etc etc....it can just be a fun prompt game response or a quick lil fic that you had fun writing and wanna share with ur people?? both have purposes and both are enjoyable to write imo, just depends on what ur feeling and how much u want to expand on said idea??
when it comes to the maxiel of it all....idk how rude or pointed i can get here without getting into shit....so i'll try and word this gently....you have to keep the eco-system alive....i think comments and kudos are GREAT but honestly, if someone reblogs my fic with a fun few tags, i love that more, because in a selfish way, i might get 1 or 2 more readers from that because its going out to an even wider audience?? but its more than that!! engage with ur writers, message them on here and shout at them about their ideas, send them prompts, recommend their fic to ur friends...but i will stand by i think one of the best things you can do, if they make a fun lil post or graphic for their fic...reblog it...ur not only spreading the maxiel gospel, but ur also supporting that writer?? too many times on here i see people's fic graphics flop yet big blogs are leaving them comments on ao3 and look, EACH TO THEIR OWN and also i can sometimes be a bad reblogger dont get me wrong, but LIKE, there are some wildly talented authors on here who just need to be pushed into the limelight a little bit more??? idk if im wording this correctly, but sometimes there are fics that fall through the cracks because no one engages with them, and if ur an author who has put blood sweat and tears into that fic, ur not exactly going to be motivated to post another maxiel fic if u dont think ur going to get engagement from it (again, fic writing isn't necessarily about engagement or response, but let me tell u when i get a fun little comment or someone messages me about a fic i published, it inspires me to write more????)
maxiel is definitely alive and kicking, i follow some stunningly good maxiel authors, but at the same time, its about pushing forward those smaller writers as well and not thinking ur too cool for them???????????????
and so with that, this flufftober, kinktober, spooktober or whatever tober u are a part of, reblog the fic, talk about the fic and enjoy the fic
#if u can understand what i am trying to say here then well done cause i dont think i even do#mean thats a lie i do know what im trying to say but i know a lot of people would hate me if i said what i actually wanted to say :))#anon#asks
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lister bird solo album
IT IS VERY REAL TO ME LETS TALK ABOUT THIS !!! pls be aware im not the best with my music terms, im what you may call a poser or whatever.
during their hiatus when lister is struggling with everything thats happened to him, both in his childhood and with the band. he's given the typical advice from his therapist to write stuff down. at first he thinks it's dumb, but he gets himself a nice leather journal and starts writing anything that comes to mind. long winded rants about things he feels are unfair, talks of shows he's watched, comics he's read, games he's played, and also the odd few pages of lyrics he's written. he starts to really enjoy song writing, and with time he starts to hyper-fixate on his writing and begins composing different melodies along with it.
both rowan and jimmy here him working on it late at night sometimes. rowan is the one who starts telling him he has the skill to turn his work into an album, even if it's just for him and no one else.
drums are still his favourite, always will be, but he sharpens his guitar skills too. its good distraction for him when he needs something to do, as it's something new and not automatic for him. he really has to focus on what he's doing, which takes him away from his own thoughts for a while.
singing is the opposite, he sings when he needs to let himself feel everything in the moment; process it, let himself cry a bit. unlike the arks music, the words are harder to sing along to because it's all written from his own experience. with the lyrics he's written for the band, as much as he's in love with jimmy's voice, hearing the words that are supposed to represent himself from someone else's voice feels wrong, so everything he's written there has been more of a concept. these words are actually his own. it's probably the most accurate representation of his thought process. as he signs, the tone of his voice fluctuates a lot. he goes from softly spoken whispers to harsh words spilling through a clenched jaw.
he produces the entire thing himself. lyrics, voice, guitar, percussion. it's all his own work and he's rightfully proud of himself. and he should be because it sounds beautiful, even with the little imperfections throughout it. he still struggles with everything he's written about, it's not as if it magically fixed him. but it helped him lots, he really feels like he's doing good for himself. in a musical sense, i feel like it would sound like a mix of fires fading into black (holden laurence) and your city gave me asthma (wilbur soot). laurence makes me think of how he'd play, it's quite soft, makes me feel warm. but wilbur makes be think of how his voice might sound, you can really hear the raw emotion in each line. (like that one loosing face demo.) thematically, it would have an overall theme of the loneliness he has felt for years, emotionally isolated from everyone around him. the songs explore different parts of what he's struggled with. unrequited love, uncomfortable conversations, his addiction, pressure put onto him by everyone, his childhood, his assault, the river.
he doesn't publicise it for a long while, not sure if he wants so people to know about this part of him. when he does, he doesn't announce it anywhere, but the fans find it soon enough. a new youtube channel under his name with just one, 27 minuet long video, with a sweet note in the video description, little words of motivation for who ever cared enough to read it. people freak the fuck out, but he just lets them, for a while, it's funny to watch. first the freak out because 'omfg content theres content guys' the 'omg is he leaving the ark what the hell !!!!' but the feedback is overwhelmingly positive. what he doesn't expect though, it people wishing him well and hoping he's okay, as well as people going through similar things saying how comforting it is for someone they look up too let them know their not alone. its the first time he feels a slight connection to the strangers that form his fanbase, in a way, it makes him feel less alone too.
jimmy listens to it himself for the first time, he'd never asked much about it as he knew it was personal. it's the first time he cries over music in a long time. lister sings of things he'd never spoken of to either himself or rowan, while he had a vague idea of some of them, he never knew how much these things really do effect him. after staring at his ceiling for a while to recover, jimmy finds himself in listers room, hugging him tightly. he tells him that hes proud of him, not just for the album, but just for facing everything and still being with them.
#jimmy sleeps in listers room that night#maybe they kiss#youll never know#iwbft#lister bird#jimmy kaga ricci#rowan omondi#i was born for this#osemanverse#alice oseman
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Hello! I heard you're taking care of a small little fluff ball so don't feel pressured to taking this in!
I was wondering if you could please do prompt 6 or 29 for Ace?
Thank you! I'm grateful for whatever you write! Have a good day and take care, also say hello to the flluff ball for me!
This is such an old message, oops. Louie is okay! we adopted him brothers but they did not get on and they had a little fight. He is still okay but next payday we need to find him little brothers because the others were his age and they just didn't click.
I will give him a big kiss and a hello from you though <3
In the future I need to have two chars to choose from but I am a sucker for Ace so.
Ace x GN Reader
SFW
Modern AU
Prompt: going to a fair and playing games and going on the Ferris wheel
Word Count: 962
The fair was in town and Ace wanted to go, he gave you this whole speech about how he and his brothers used to go every year but now they’d moved out of town with their respective partners. You were going to suggest going anyway but you still liked to see how passionate Ace got about things and let him barter with you about the trip.
“Yeah sure, we can go tonight?” You suggested and smiled when his face lit up, the grin that appeared on his handsome freckled face when he jumped up on the couch and pulled you into a hug, your face squished against his chest as he assured you it’ll be fun.
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The music was loud but not unbearable, the night sky was the perfect backdrop to all the glittering bright lights of the fair. Smells of cotton candy and hot dogs filled the air as you walked past the food trucks. Ace held your hand and led you around the fairground, telling you that it never changed, it was like this every year.
Chilly Autumn air nipped at your nose and you could see your breath as you responded to him each time he asked you something, how he wanted your input, trying to keep his own brimming excitement at bay.
You were impressed Ace was able to keep himself under control, you were sure he would have rushed off in every direction. You both got a hot drink from one of the vendors, wanting something to warm your hands as you walked around, admiring all the stalls, games and rides set up.
Hearing happy screams as you heard the roar of a small coaster behind you, seeing Ace’s attention follow the cart on the tracks, watching the way it twisted and turned with a gleam in his eyes, knowing that would be on his list tonight.
“Hey, look at those plushies, they're really cute.” You said and pointed to a fair game, all the toys lined up around the walls as you walked closer, a big table with a large pool in the centre, bobbing along the water were bright yellow rubber ducks of varying sizes with metal hooks peeking out the top.
“Want me to try to get you one?” He asked and peered at the rules, something about each duck having a coloured dot on its bottom correlating to the prizes stacked up.
“That’s sweet but I think I can handle a game of luck.” You said with a wink and put your money on the side for the game owner.
You were both given a rod with a little metal hoop at the end, designed for grasping at the hooks on the ducks. You looked at each duck’s smiling face and wondered if the ones with smaller hooks would have better prizes, you watched as Ace just went for it, going for the biggest duck and the biggest hook. Going for the easy option.
Lifting your chosen duck you saw the owner pick your duck off the end of the pole grabbing Ace’s as he did so. You waited, feeling giddy about the prize as the man nodded and pulled off a tiny rubber duck keychain and passed it to Ace.
Ace seemed to deflate at the small prize but shrugged it off, quickly attaching it to the wallet chain that dangled from his jeans, looking pleased with himself nonetheless. You watched as the man grabbed the plush you were eying up and handed it to you.
“Hey, well-done babe!” Ace grinned and put his arm around your shoulders as you held the plushie tight to your chest with the biggest smile on your face, already coming up with an array of silly names for the cuddly toy.
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Some fairground food later you and Ace found a few more games, he was pretty good at the coconut game, hurling cricket balls at them and knocking the coconuts from their posts. Winning you another toy which was nice, you felt loved when he handed you the toy, something romantic about being won a prize at the fair.
You both went on a few rides together, the waltzers, the bumper cars which he was a little shit with, always chasing you, but it was still a lot of fun and your cheeks hurt from how much you were grinning.
“Hey, this place closes soon, what you wanna go on?” Ace asked, your hand in his as you clutched your stuffed toys under your arm.
“Ah, that?” You pointed to the large Ferris wheel with the assortment of coloured lights covering it. You wondered what the fairground would look like from here, getting to see all the rides and bright colours.
“Alright then, let's do it!”
The ride was a little shaky as each cup got to a certain position and paused, letting someone else on but as the wheel rose to the top you got to see everything. You took a breath, you’d been right, this was nice and you felt Ace shuffle closer to you, his arms around you as he nuzzled his nose against the side of your head.
“This has been loads of fun, thanks for coming with me, I thought I was going to have to miss it..” He admitted and let out a sigh.
“I’m having a great time and I’m glad we came out, you know you can share all these things with me as well as your brothers, right?” He nodded and leaned closer, kissing your cheek, once, twice, before you turned around and pressed your lips to his.
“Yeah I know, thank you.” He said, voice soft and genuine as he leaned his head against yours, admiring the view and enjoying a wonderful date night with you.
#ace d portgas#one piece x reader#one piece reader insert#one piece x you#sfw#gender neutral reader#portgas d ace#portgas d. ace#portgas ace x reader#portgas d ace x reader#ace x y/n#ace x you#ace x reader#op ace x reader#op ace x you#op ace x yn
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Thinking about the fact other people like the thought of tmasc!Enmu because I saw your reply to that one anon …
I can just imagine reader being close with Enmu, who’s still in the process of transitioning (even though he’s a demon). Enmu is probably suuuuper hypersexual, because of his testosterone yk, and the reader is fairly horny themselves.
HOWEVER!! The difference between the reader and Enmu is this:
Enmu is a fucking creep. He likes to stalk to reader, watching them touch themselves while he’s hiding in a closet, or on the balcony, thighs pressed together in a failed attempt to hide his arousal, but it becomes too much, and so he’s sitting there— watching the reader with a hand down his pants.
He’s playing with his clit and shallowly pushing his fingers inside, curling them in which it makes the poor boy’s knees buckle, almost collapsing. Enmu is so close to being caught, and the idea of it is just sending shockwaves through his body.
Enmu cums, of course, with two fingers shoved down his throat as a makeshift gag, with his knee buckling and his thighs quivering. Now, you ain’t hear this from me, but legend has it that Enmu is a squirter.
So, with his own messy squirt drenching his underwear which, unsurprisingly, he had stolen from the reader, and a thud from his knees as he dropped to them, he gets caught by the reader; hand still in his pants, rubbing himself to the point of overstimulation that just hurt so good.
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BUHHHH SORRY IF THIS WAS SLOPPY IT WAS QUICK ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING ZHDJXKSKD
Eats this ask this is so good
Cw transmasc Enmu, dubcon, non consensual voyeurism, just what it says in the ask, oral (reader receiving), both Enmu and reader have vaginas. Modern day but he's still a demon. Think Enmu Tamio in kimetsu academy but he's still a demon, sunlight doesn't hurt demons here I guess idk...
Enmu's pussy is so pretty. Soft, hairy, and almost always slick. This man is perpetually horny, always a lil wet.
He got inside your home fairly easy like always, going for your underwear and laying in your bed as he rubs against his hand through his slacks. Fabric to his nose, he's moaning and whining at the lingering scent and the scent if you in your bedsheets. He's done this for a while, so he immediately picks up the sound of a door closing somewhere else in the house.
He scrambles off your bed and looks frantically around your room for somewhere to hide. He wrenches open your closet door as quickly yet quietly as he can, pushing things this way and that and pressing his back to the wall. He left the doors cracked, allowing him a sliver of view into your room. He's glad he did, because you're inside your room moments later. A sigh leaves your lips and Enmu shudders. His lips are pulled in a smile, oh what he wouldn't give to spy on you in your most intimate moments. But he'll gladly settle for watching you lay in bed on your phone.
You laugh at videos, text your friends he assumes, play a game, then pause. You look to be thinking, then you adjust your position. Laying on your side, you type something in, scroll, and audio starts to play. You cycle through things until you find one that you like. It's quiet, but Enmu's ears pick it up.
There's moaning, coming from your phone. You shift again, sliding your bottoms down a bit and...and touching yourself. He feels like he can't breathe, feeling his own hand move between his legs as you tease yourself. He undoes his zipper and button and delves his hand between his legs shamelessly. He can't see exactly what you're doing but it doesn't matter. He's watching you masturbate, this is quite possibly as close to heaven as he'll get as a demon.
He's soaked as he pushes a finger into his pussy, pumping in and out just the way he likes it, putting pressure on that spot that makes him shiver. It feels so good to watch you, to imagine its his fingers pleasing you, or his tongue, or his pussy. You begin to whine, and by now Enmu has a second finger inside himself. You shuffle, laying on your back and hastily kicking off your bottoms. Enmu nearly chokes when you lay on you stomach and prop your ass up on your knees. You turn up the volume, moans and whines and pleas louder now.
You start to moan as your finger yourself, panting as you wiggle your hips impatiently, wanting to cum desperately. Enmu can't help but push a third finger in as your pace increases, and now so does his. He can feel moans bubbling up in his chest, and struggles to keep them in. And then...you cry out.
Your body stiffens, back arching, legs lifting off the bed below the knee, toes curling. Enmu fingers himself at an instense pace and it's too much for him, he cums, pussy gushing against hand and soaking the fabric of his pants. He can't keep himself upright, falling to his knees with a thud so loud you jolt upright. You're getting off the bed and coming closer but he doesn't care, torturing his clit with harsh rubs as he teases himself through his orgasm.
The doors open harshly and you glare down at him. He looks up at you with flushed cheeks and a trembling smile as he pants. From the floor, he has a perfect view of your pussy. The hair is slick, your lips are plush, and there's wetness dripping down your thighs. He doesn't think as he crawls forward clumsily, staring up your legs. Your glare vanishes, Instead a look of worry graces your features. You step back as he continues advancing and soon you slip on your discarded bottoms and fall on your ass.
You don't have time to dwell on the pain as Enmu's hands part your legs hastily. His lips kiss and suck your thighs, moaning as he tastes your juices on your skin. You weakly push at his head, trying to get him to stop, but you soon change your mind when you feel his breath on your cunt. Your fingers grasp his hair and you spread your legs, and that's all the invitation he needs to press his mouth to you. You hiccup a gasp as his tongue glides thick greedy strokes up your lips. He's moaning and whining and pushing his face into the fat of your pussy. His licks are so aggressive he parts your lips, licking against your hole. Your chest shakes as you try to breathe, but the way he wags his head and moves his tongue on your clit makes it so hard to breathe.
He sucks your lips into his mouth, swallowing both his drool and your arousal. You pull him closer, and though he can't move any closer, he certainly tries. His tongue plunges inside you, pistoning as fast as it can into your hole before returning to your clit. He sucks hard and lolls his tongue out to press harshly at it as he takes a deep breathe. Your thighs squeeze his head and he moans, very loudly. Your hips writhe and try to pull away but his hands grip your thighs tight as you cum, fluid gushing from within you onto his tongue and face.
You taste like sin, the sweetest sin imaginable, and he drinks you down enthusiastically. There's so much that it soakes his cheeks, his chin, and drips down his neck as he sits up, wetting his shirt collar. His eyes are hazy with lust as you both breathe heavily. You lunge forward and kiss him, pulling weakly at his lapels and lifting yourself on shaking legs against the bed you'd just been leaning on. Enmu pushes you down on the soft covers and messily strokes your tongue with his as he shivers when your arms wrap around his neck.
Your knee lifts between his legs, bumping his crotch and he whimpers. He doesn't take even a moment before grinding his pussy against your thigh, the seam of his pants against his pussy welcome stimulation as he chases another orgasm.
#cream slayer#cream afab#cream filled#enmu smut#demon slayer Enmu smut#Enmu x reader#enmu x y/n#enmu x you#I hope this is good I haven't publically written transmasc or the sort yet 👉👈#cream writes
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