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ham-st4r · 2 months

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𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓹𝓽. 6 - 𝓛. 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

📞Pairing: heeseung + fem reader!

Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, mature jokes, cursing.

Genre: PSO (phone sex operator) heeseung

Number of words: 1,900k

Find your way around!

You called heeseung the next day at that same time, FaceTiming him after he got off work and you were out of school. You both talked and talked for hours, realizing how much you enjoyed just casually chatting with one another after your days had ended, and it soon became a habit.

Calling every other day turned into every day, and months passed by. Heeseung quickly became your best and only friend. Not only did he listen to you attentively and take genuine interest in you, but he also took care of you in a way that no one else had.

He’d guide you to pleasure and instruct you on how to touch yourself in all the right places until you were creaming around your fingers coming undone for him night after night.

At first, you were embarrassed that you were up until the morning up to no good till you found a phone sex website all those months ago, but now, as you talk with heeseung over the phone, you are so glad that you did cause you actually liked him and his company it was rare to meet good people online, but he was your diamond in the rough so to speak.

The only problem was that you couldn’t really take things further. You were miles away from him, and now that you’d be studying abroad, you would be even further away from him.

You didn’t quite know how to tell him, especially cause he was talking about flying to meet you so much recently, and the gesture was so sweet. The fact he would fly just to meet you was unfathomable in itself, but unfortunately, you’d have to turn him down.

“So I was thinking of coming next month if you’re open to that,” he says, looking at you through the phone screen. Your conversations were far more casual now. You both comfortably interacted and talked about anything or nothing at all, sometimes just enjoying one another’s presence or even sharing playlists. Some nights, he’d even set up his phone so you could watch him game. So, needless to say, in the months that have passed, you guys have grown close, and the only logical next step would be meeting up.

“Hee-“ he doesn’t let you finish before he goes into full-blown detail about coming to meet you. Truthfully, he didn’t want to let you speak cause he was afraid of you potentially saying no, so he tried his best to convince you before you gave him a solid answer.

“Look, this is all the money I saved.” he reaches into his drawer, holding up a stack of cash, and your eyes bulge at the amount he made all that from phone sex and a part-time job. “Tickets are cheaper around this time of year, too, so that helps. I’ve already been looking at places to go and sights to see, but I think it’ll be even better if you show me some of your favorite places to visit as well.” he smiles, and your heart fills with warmth from his consideration towards you. “Also,” he raises a sneaky brow, a small pink box coming into the frame. “Got you a little something,” he held out the box in front of the camera, and you gasped. It had to be some type of jewelry. You just hoped he didn’t spend too much; you were happy just spending time talking with him. You didn’t need a gift.

“Hee” you say softly looking over the box. “You didn’t have to meeting. You would be enough of a present.”

“Why thank you,” he says shyly and places the box down. “But I want to. You deserve a present for being my best friend, but maybe I could be your present, and you could unwrap me if you know what I mean,” he winks playfully.

“You’re so stupid,” you say endearingly. “I wish I could hug you right now,” he chuckles softly, wishing for the same exact thing.

“Me too, my angel, so what do you say? How about next month?” He asked, feeling a bit more confident with what your answer would be now that he showed you he was in a position to actually meet you.

You bit your lip, contemplating if you should tell him or not. You were about to cause if you didn’t, that would be unfair to him, but his eyes looked so hopeful that you couldn’t, so you lied. “Yeah next month” you whisper and he grins showing you that beautiful white smile.

“Next month,” he repeated while smiling from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to see you and give you your gift. I know you’ll love it.”

“I’ll love anything you get for me, hee,” you swoon.

“I know, my angel,” he hums. “I’m already thinking about how to spend our night together.”

“Have you now?” You quirk your brow.

“Yes, mam.” he reclined against his bed frame, his biceps on display thanks to his sleeveless shirt, and he looked so rideable at that moment.

“What are we gonna do?” You change the angle of your camera lying on your stomach, and he can see your butt while you kick your feet playfully.

He bites his lip at the sight running a palm over his length. “There’s a little park not far from you, a fancy restaurant that I had to book months in advance, and then I was thinking maybe you’d take me back to your place and show me around, yeah? Specifically, your bed.” his voice drops an octave lower, and it reminds you of the first night you called him. A tingle shoots through your core, your stomach doing the thing as he smiles at you.

“That sounds nice,” you mutter, trying to keep your cool, but you can’t when it’s him.

“That sounds good to you, angel?”

“Yes,” you answer again, a bit more quietly than before, and you feel just as timid as the first time you called him.

“Aww, don’t get all shy on me now. Weren’t you just spread open for me last night, fingers buried deep in your wet pussy while you begged for me to fuck you” he smirks and laughs at your embarrassment as you move out of the frame. “Now say it again, be a good girl,” he encourages, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you say a little louder, but not pleasing enough for him.

“Louder,” he baits you.

“Yes,” your voice shakes, and your face heats up with embarrassment.

“Louder for me, angel, like you were last night,” he groans, his hand pressing on the tent that began to form underneath his pants.

“Yes, heeseung,” you moan, and it sounds so pleasing to his ears.

“Perfect.” You hear his pants unzip, and your eyes widen. “Don’t act surprised. I know you’re wet too, angel” He positions his camera further away so you can see between his legs clearly as he shifts out of his clothing on his lower half freeing his stiff veiny cock. “Fuck” he sighs in relief, running his palm over his cock. “Show me we’ve done this so many times, baby. It’s just me and you,” he whispers.

He’s right. You have done this often, but it didn’t take away any of your shyness while baring yourself to him on camera. The way he spoke to you made you feel like you had all the confidence in the world as you quickly flipped over on the bed, revealing your bottom half to him.

You hear a gasp from his end, and just the sight of between your legs made his eyes roll back in his head. “Now slip those cute little panties to the side and show me what only I get to see,” he grunts, gripping his base and squeezing tightly.

You timidly do as he says, and embarrassingly enough, there’s a thick string of arousal connected to your panties as you push them aside, showing him your tight hole.

“Angel, what are we gonna do with you? If my voice makes you this wet imagine if I was there whispering sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing your clit, and fucking your soaked pussy with this dick” he starts to stroke himself, slowly building up to the pleasure.

You whine helplessly, your hole squeezing so tightly around nothing as you circle your throbbing clit. “Heeseung,” you moan as your other hand busies itself inside your cunt, two dainty fingers filling your little pussy.

“That’s all you’d be able to say is my name after I finish with you,” he laughs breathily, tugging on his long dick until he reaches his tip rubbing his palm in fast circles as precum bubbles on the head. “I’d fuck you so good. The only thing you remember is my dick and my name stuff you so full you can’t even think straight, and the only thing you’ll want when I’m done is for me to do it all over again.”

“Yes, hee” You slip your finger as deep as they can go working fast circles on your overly sensitive clit, and it’s not long before you cum.

“Your pussy looks so good,” he groans. “Bet it’d look even better with my dick shoved deep in it. You’d like that, right angel?”

“Fuck yes, want nothing more than your thick cock filling my insides,” You moan lewdly, losing yourself in bliss as you imagine him doing any and everything to your touch-starved body. “Want to feel your cum inside me? Need you stuffing me full heeseung”

“God, you’re so fucking naughty sometimes” he fondles his balls a little, adding to the already mind-numbing pleasure. “You can have that baby. Every single last inch of my dick belongs to you. Id fill you up for being such a good girl, give you round after round of my warm cum breed your pussy till it’s leaking out of you for days.”

“Yes, need it so bad hee want to feel your cum in me,” you say breathlessly, your walls clenching around your fingers tightly as you came.

Your words made him reach his limit. The idea of filling you with his cum would literally be fulfilling one of his biggest fantasies.

“Fuck I’ll give it to you, ugh,” he whines. “I’m cumming” he announced, rubbing his dick faster until hot white spurts shot out from the tip and coated his tensing stomach.

“Me too” The sight of his face twisted in pleasure, his whiny moans and the amount of cum he spilled for you is what brought you to your second orgasm, rubbing your clit so fast until you were creaming and clenching your digits, wishing it was his cock instead. “Fuck yes,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut while your orgasm takes over your body, your legs shaking with bliss as he rubs himself through his high, watching the way your body reacts to the pleasure.

Your breaths are heavy, and your fingers slip out of your hole, creamy white following after, and the sight makes heeseung’s cock twitch as he bites his lip. “Wish I could lick you clean, angel fuck” he let go of his soft cock, eyes glazed over with arousal and exhaustion.

“In a month from now,” You giggle softly and huff out a tired breath.

“Yeah, in a month from now,” he smirked, and he could hardly wait.

Thank you for reading. Please reblog and leave feedback! - 🐹

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rockdwarftv · 2 months

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So, you wanna play a Pokémon TTRPG

But you don't have the time to manage 1K entries in a book? Well, I'm working on the thing for you! PokéD6.

Now that I've show you my character sheet concept, let me break down some of the things on it. The biggest thing anyone will notice right away is the lack any numbered stats. This system converts existing BSTs (Base Stat Totals) into a 6 point grade. Above, each black diamond (✦) represents one point of that stat's grade. And any pre-existing pokemon can have it's BST quickly converted by simply dividing any given stat's total by 36 and rounding up, to a max of 6! Each grade also has an associated number of dice, which are always equal to the grade itself, and an associated modifier. A stat's modifier is equal to it's grade plus it's IVs. IVs, represented by the hollow diamonds (✧), have also been simplified down into a single dice roll per stat. So, whenever you capture a new pokemon, roll 6d6. Like with stat grades, each diamond represents the IVs value. IVs cap out at 3.

But, you may find yourself asking, what do Stat Dice and Stat Modifiers even do?

Currently, they're for combat! While the attack itself determines how much damage it can do, the pokemon's stats determine if the attack hits, it's minimum damage, how hard they are to hit, and even how much they can reduce the damage! When attacking, say with a Physical Move, the attacking pokemon rolls 1d6 + their ATK Modifiers against the defending pokemon's DEF Modifier + 3. If the attack hits, roll the move's Power and add any bonuses given. Such as Same Type Attack Bonus (STAB) or type effectiveness. The defending pokemon rolls their DEF Dice, subtracting their result from the Power roll.

Power has now been converted into d6s, to find a pre-existing move's Power divide it's power by 25 and round up! With the exception of very high damaging moves, most moves deal 1d6 to 6d6 damage.

So a move like Tackle deals 2d6 damage.

I could go on, but for now I want to leave this here and just see what people think! I've enjoyed working on it and am pretty close to being able to do a simple beta of it. So, have a copy of the pdf and lemme know what you think!

EDIT (4/20/24): Yo what if I just suddenly dropped even more rules in this post? Yea? Yea! So here's how trainers work!

Trainers are divided into four Careers; Field Researcher, League Challenger, Contest Coordinator and Pokemon Breeder! These careers determine starting gear, recommend a set of skills (more on those later!!!), and determine how the player can make money. Field Researchers are basically the intern equivalent of a Professor's Aide! They go out, encounter as many new pokemon as possible, and get paid a weekly salary! They can even earn bonuses for finding odd pokemon, such as ones with unusual movesets~! League Challengers are pokemon trainers like in the games! Beat gyms, get badges, take on the champion. Easy as! They get paid based on the trainers they defeat, which can be picked up at a PokeCenter or just given to them immediately. Contest Coordinators focus on training pokemon for Gen 3 style'd Contests! They make money by winning contests, with each rank paying out higher rewards! And lastly, Pokemon Breeders! Like the name says, they make their money by breeding and raising pokemon at the requests of the Pokemon League or other trainers. The more specific the request, the more money they earn for it!

Trainers also have skills! These work a lot like Stat Grades, but they don't have an associated modifier. When making a trainer, a player picks 6 skills out of 12. Players then have 18 points to distribute however they want into those 6 skills, up to a maximum of 5. The other skills are left at 1. The skills available are: Archeology, Cheering, Climbing, Cooking, Fishing, Foraging, Knowledge, Nursing, Riding, Sneaking, Spotting and Swimming!

I'm currently working on reformatting the doc so enjoy the new tidbits for now! See you again when I've finished the doc!

#indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #ttrpg #pokemon #d6 #d&d #pathfinder #transrights #lgbtqia+#queer #asexual

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xmoonlitxdreamx · 9 months

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Finally finished this longer comic I've been working on! 😵 The theme is Junkrat & Roadhog watching the movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" (?????). Worked hard this, so I hope you enjoy...!

Notes for people who haven't watched this movie:

cover is based on a DVD cover for the movie (which is the one i used to watch)

The title is a quote by Marilyn Monroe's character Lorelei Lee, where she says "I just love finding new places to wear diamonds" after seeing a diamond tiara for the first time

On pages 3~4, they're watching the opening number from the movie, "Two Little Girls from Little Rock"

On page 5, they're talking about the character Francis Beekman (aka "Piggy"), an old rich married man who controls a diamond mine. He's courting Lorelei, while Lorelei is also stringing him along because she wants his wife's diamond tiara (???)

panel 5 on page 5 is a reference to the fact that Lorelei calls her boyfriend "Daddy" in the movie (???)

Page 6 panel 1 - theyre watching a gag where lorelei gets stuck in a cruise window

Page 6 panel 2 - the musical number "When Love Goes Wrong, Nothing Goes Right"

Page 6 panel 3 - the musical number "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend"

page 7: Dorothy Shaw is Jane Russell's character in the movie. Lorelei & Dorothy are kind of a duo of opposites, with Lorelei being a dumb blonde mainly interested in money, and Dorothy being a snarky brunette who falls in love easily.

on page 8, Junkrat is singing his own version of "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best friend"

#art #fan art #ovw #overwatch #junkrat #jamison fawkes #roadhog #mako rutledge #roadrat #gentlemen prefer blondes #comic #finished art #formal comic #new places to wear diamonds

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iriel3000 · 7 months

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Hurry, She Needs You

Summary: Natasha becomes ill from what they think is food poisoning. Tony and Bruce try to care for her until Clint arrives home from a deep cover mission. Part 1 of 6

Whumptober Day 1: Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Natasha whump, light whump, eventual happy ending

“OK, I made my speech. I'm ready to leave." Tony Stark loosened his silk, Ferragamo tie and unbuttoned the top of his white dress shirt.

"Photo op with the Board of Directors and then we can go." His sultry companion tossed her long red hair over her shoulder, surveying the room.

New York’s finest came out for the city’s annual Public Works Charity Auction. Natasha had agreed to accompany Tony while Pepper was at the Clean Energy Conference in Chicago.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up. "Pepper always makes me stay and schmoose."

"Do you want me to act like your wife tonight?" Natasha arched an eyebrow and toyed with her empty rocks glass.

"That's a loaded question, Agent Romanov." He smirked and signaled for another drink.

“If anything,” Tony lowered his voice, “I need you to use your skills on Aldrich Killian. There are whispers he’s experimenting with biologicals and I want to know what he’s up to.”

“Maybe the next party. I’m tasked to only one crazy billionaire tonight.”

"Aren't I the lucky one?” Stark raked his eyes over her elegant figure.

Natasha wore a simple yet sexy little black dress with a diamond necklace, earrings and a plain black band on her right ring finger. He joked that the ring had a hidden needle full of poison inside.

“Aldrich couldn’t handle you in that dress tonight, anyway.” That got a smirk out of her. “Speaking of simps, where’s Barton?”

Her face softened, becoming almost wistful.

“Too far.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stark.” A waiter interrupted and held out a short glass with clear liquid, another sat on a small tray. “Compliments of Mr. Killian.”

Tony looked across the room at Aldrich then turned away from his top competitor and rolled his eyes.

Natasha accepted both, thanked the young man and downed the first drink in one gulp. She held up the second and toasted to Killian in thanks.

“He doesn’t look pleased that I drank his expensive liquor.”

“I'm sure he wanted to see me choke on it.”

“Bitter finish,” she scrunched her nose, “I did you a favor.”

The host of the evening announced a silent auction would begin in ten minutes.

“Romanov, get us out of here.”

“Follow me.” Natasha stood but quickly put a hand to her forehead.

“You okay?” Tony jumped to her side when she swooned and grabbed for the edge of the table.

Tony laced his arm through hers. She giggled.

“Wait. Are you drunk?”

"No.” Natasha yanked her arm free, wobbling a little as she did so.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He’d seen Natasha drink way more than tonight but never slur or stumble.

"Funny. Do you want to leave? Or do you want me to announce that the after party is at your house?” She turned towards the podium.

“No, no.” He stopped her. “No more jokes. Get us out of here.”

On the ride home, Natasha was quiet. Tony kept from commenting on the fine sheen of sweat glistening over her face and neck or how she kept her eyes closed, making little noises with every turn of the car.

He had his own private entrance to his penthouse but offered to ride up with Nat.

“I’m fine.” She clipped and fumbled into the elevator.

Tony hovered until the number to her floor stopped and started back down. The doors opened.

The empty compartment should have made him feel better, but it didn't.

Stark wandered down to his basement lab and poured a scotch, contemplating on how to check on his favorite bodyguard without her knowing he was checking on her.

Hey. he texted. Does William Tell know we went on a date?

Waiting for a reply, Tony flipped on the news and opened his new software system, an advanced A. I. program he’d been working on for the Tower.

Glancing at his phone, he frowned. No response yet. He tried again.

Breakfast in the morning? Happy wants to go over the new security install with you.

His knee bounced impatiently waiting for a response.

At the five minute mark, Tony called for Jarvis.

“Jarvis, security override, Stark616. What is the status of Agent Romanov?”

“Agent Romanov’s heart rate and blood pressure are abnormal. Vitals indicate she is unconscious, sir.”

Tony raced to the elevator.

“Agent Romanov is in Agent Barton’s quarters, the master bathroom.”

Tony would’ve enjoyed that little piece of information any other time, right now, he needed to know Nat was okay.

Rushing through Clint’s apartment, Tony burst into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, Natasha.” She was unconscious on the floor. “Nat, wake up! Jarvis, call Bruce!”

tbc...entire story will be posted below after part 6

Hurry, She Needs You

#whumptober2023 #no. 2 #no. 3 #swooning #how many fingers am I holding up?#the avengers #Clintasha #fic #no warnings for part 1 #hawkeye #black widow #clint barton #clint x natasha #natasha romanov #hurry she needs you #I made it!#whumptober 2023

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shuttershocky · 5 months

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I got mutuals who love FF16 and I did at least have enough fun to play through the entire game so I'm going to try to not be too harsh on it, but I disagree with the statement that its battle system is great. I would wait for the PC version to release and for someone to make an inevitable "Use all Eikons at once" mod, because otherwise the combat becomes very, very stale halfway through. It makes me wish that they just stuck to Final Fantasy style ARPG combat, because when they went for being an action game they refused to commit to it.

I was having fun with it until halfway through the game where its limitations became very apparent: it was branding itself as the first Final Fantasy to become a full action game, but didn't want to leave behind ARPG's entirely and so they limited the number of Eikons you can have equipped so there's still a measure of making a "build" (equipment is literally just stat go up so there's no build choice there lmao)

This is fucking disastrous because Clive's moveset outside of Eikon abilities never expands ever. He has the DMC foundation (as Square Enix famously hired DMC5's combat designer) of having attack-based parries (you have to clash an attack with the enemy's rather than time a block), enemy step, timed dodges, a ground slam, a taunt button, etc, but it's just the foundation, and it never fucking grows.

You have one, ONE attack string for the entire game: Attack, Magic Burst, Attack, Magic Burst, Attack, Magic Burst, Attack, Magic Burst, and this goes for both on the ground and in the air, meaning the longest attack combo you can make on an enemy you can send flying is A, M, A, M, A, M A, M, Torgal attack, Phoenix Shift (which is just Dante's Trick btw) A, M, A, M, Torgal uppercut+ Enemy Step (because you'll fall before you finish this), A, M, ground slam, maybe another Torgal attack.

That's it. For the entire game. You can charge an attack to give yourself super armor to make parries easier or charge a magic attack (not that you can shoot one off midcombo as you need to be tapping magic to do magic bursts), but otherwise you're not exactly going to be seeing infinite creative possibilities.

Meanwhile the Eikon abilities are limited by three issues: They have cooldowns, there's only two ability slots per EIkon (not counting their base ability / Feat) with a max of 3 eikons equipped, and the strong Eikon abilities are much, much, MUCH stronger than the fun Eikon abilities.

You know who are fun Eikons? Titan and Garuda. Titan has the most satisfying base ability in Titanic Block with incredibly meaty feeling counter hits, while Garuda's the only Eikon that realized FF16 wants to be an action game and has abilities that create actual combos like Gouge and Wicked Wheel rather than one and done spellcasts.

But do you know who you actually need to deal with the significantly bloated HP bars in lategame? Odin (base Odin because of Arm of Darkness' incredible damage and clear, but also Dancing Steel) and Shiva (Cold Snap + Diamond Dust). You've got one Eikon slot left to bring for a favorite (but let's be real it's prooobably Phoenix for Phoenix Shift) and two or one slots left for fun (because you WILL have Gigaflare, Lightning Rod, Diamond Dust, Judgment Bolt and/or Dancing Steel).

"But you never play efficient in DMC" yeah because playing for style over efficiency is built into the system. There's a style meter that hypes up how cool you are, strong enemies can get ragdolled around, and most importantly YOU HAVE SO MANY OPTIONS. Dante has more possible avenues of attack than the human mind can comprehend, Clive has his basic moveset, 6 Eikon abilities, and 3 Eikon Feats maximum, and you have to commit the 6 Eikon abilities to a cooldown in order to use them.

Let's say you customize to look stylish and cool, you go Titan - Garuda - Phoenix and then you start with a Raging Fists counter into Phoenix Shift, basic attack string, Wicked Wheel to take it to the air, air attack string, enemy step, Gouge, ground slam, finish with Windup. Congratulations, 4/6 of your equipped abilities are on cooldown to do that one cool-looking combo, you were attacking one enemy the whole time, and you didn't even deal as much damage as Lightning Rod + Level 5 Arm of Darkness clearing all the trash in the fight while dealing way more damage to the boss, and all that's on cooldown is Lightning Rod.

Do you know what lategame FF16 combat looks like? You rotate through a selection of one and done spells like you're farming a dungeon in Genshin Impact, optimizing your rotation by lining up the cooldowns of your 3 characters (Eikons in FF16's case) to do as much burst damage in a window as possible. As soon as a boss hits 40% Break bar or less, you cast Lightning Rod, then Diamond Dust (Diamond Dust's first half will both destroy 40% of an enemy's Break Bar while the second half does so many hits you hit the maximum bonus Break damage immediately with just combining with Lightning Rod), then Level 5 Arm of Darkness, Dancing Steel, Rift Slip to cancel the animation after the last hit (one of the few extremely cool unique abilities that aren't just big damage nuke), Level 5 Arm of Darkness again which was recharged by Dancing Steel, Gigaflare, and if the boss is really tanky? Judgment Bolt. Feeling Spicy and want even higher Break damage? Have Bahamut equipped and charge a level 5 Megaflare (dodge attacks while charging so it doesn't take forever to charge) and then unleash that BEFORE Lightning Rod + Diamond Dust.

That's how you make the most of a Break in FF16, because doing a regular honest combo on an enemy you've Broken won't do anything substantial due to the game being balanced around how ridiculously powerful the endgame nuke rotation is. As meaty and fun as Titanic Block is, when you see it do 2% of the enemy's max HP as damage even after how crunchy and satisfying the 3 counter hits are, you get discouraged because now you're weighing the opportunity cost of having Titan equipped vs Odin.

You're not supposed to worry about that in an action game! You play inefficiently because you're toying with the enemy on purpose, and then you annihilate them with your ultra nuking moves as you please. You don't choose what moves you bring to a fight! You have ALL of them! The promise of unlimited creativity, fulfilling mastery, and the game hyping you up as the coollest motherfucker on earth implores you to play with your entire moveset, invites you to experiment. What you optimize is how flashy you can look, not how much damage you can inflict because you made moves a semi-limited resource in a character action game for some reason.

"Well putting a cooldown on moves and limiting how many you have is 16 just trying to preserve the RPG identity of Final Fantasy" Where??? 16 abandoned damn near everything! Jill gave her country, her powers, her body, and all her screentime to Clive and Clive can't even give her a potion?! You don't have job classes, your party exists to be sandbags for you, you can't interact with each other in battle, your only resources are potions to heal and stat buffs for just you, your equipment means nothing and you can't even so much as banter with your party members while traveling around because god forbid you start to look friendly with each other.

Nobody praised FF15's combat but the game threw everything and the kitchen sink at you to make you believe Noctis and his boys were a team, just like how a Final Fantasy party should be. You passed resources between each other, you leveled up together, even when you only controlled Noctis you could give orders to Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto, then the Royal Edition was like "hey wait a minute this is a Final Fantasy game" and let you freely swap control between Noctis and the boys in the middle of combat. It wasn't tight and precise but it worked at making you feel like a party, and Final Fantasy as a series IS about being in a party.

FF16's combat system removed all of that, slapped a Final Fantasy skin on top of a Devil May Cry foundation, and then forgot to be a Devil May Cry game anyway. Are you going to do a cool co-op move with Jill like in FF15? No. Are you even going to talk to each other mid combat as your relationship grows? No. She shuts the fuck up and throws attacks separately from you and won't talk to distract you from being a one-man army.

Are you at least going to be able to juggle a bandit in the air for 40 seconds with an array of moves that will have your hands shaking as the game starts hyping you up? Still no, that's not how we do things here in Final Fantasy. You throw someone up in the air and they're dropping after 10 seconds. We don't do that extended combo stuff here.

Lightning Rod. Will o Wisp. Gigaflare. Fuck you.

#it's funny because God of War 4 ditched just as much about old God of War as FF16 did with Final Fantasy and yet i like one but not the othe #Poor Jill got screwed over for a combat system that wouldn't even commit

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atlantis-archive · 4 months

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Vinny Has a Blast!

Written and lettered by: Michael Stewart Pencils by: Steven Butler Inks by: Jim Amash Colors: John Green Published in: Disney Adventures Collector’s Issue! Atlantis: The Lost Empire Volume 11, Number 6 (pg.80-83). Publisher: Buena Vista Magazines Inc. Publication date: circa July 2001.

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Page 1: Rourke: [To reach Atlantis, we must get the Ulysses through that narrow opening in the rocks up ahead.] [Vinny, you'll have to blast a hole big enough for the ship to pass through.] [Moliere will handle any digging for you.] Vinny: [You want your standard round opening, or maybe something interesting--] [--a diamond... or a figure eight? Perhaps an "A" for Atlantis?] [I've got enough nitro to get creative here...] narrator: [Red alert! The crew of the submarine Ulysses faces the first major obstacle in their quest to find the lost continent of Atlantis!] Mole: [-:Sigh:- I have just escaped the bath and now we go into the ocean?]

Page 2, Panel 1: Rourke: [You're sure there's no other way, Milo?] Panel 2: Milo: [The Shepherd's Journal says we have to go through, Commander Rourke.] Panel 3: Milo: [It also says the seas around Atlantis contain unknown dangers...] Panel 4: narrator: [Minutes later, Vinny and Moliere eagerly strike out into the unknown...] Vinny: [We'll bury two charges--one on each side of the opening.] [Like I always say, two explosions are better than one!] Mole: [I cannot wait to sink my pickax into the unknown delights of this exotic undersea rock!] Panel 5: Vinny: [Remember, the depth of the holes must be very precise!] Mole: [Please! Am I not the famous Moliere?] Panel 6: Vinny: [This explosion will be a true work of art!] Panel 7: Vinny: [Did Michelangelo ever sculpt rock on such a massive scale? No!] Mole: [Something's moving over there...]

Page 3, Panel 1: Mole: [Fish! Big fish!] [Scary fish!] [Vinny!] Panel 2: sfx: THWACK! Panel 3: Vinny: [You got that second hole ready?] Mole: [Sacre bleu!] Panel 4: Mole: [Please--it looks hungry!] Vinny: [Let you're little fishy nibble on this flare.] Panel 5: sfx: FLASH! Panel 6: Mole: [We go now!] Vinny: [If that hole isn't just right, this explosion could be very... messy!] Panel 7: Mole: [Uh... sure. The hole is fine. Let's go!]

Page 4, Panel 1: Vinny: [OK, time for the first big boom! Mole: [Are we fare enough away?] Panel 2: Vinny: [The view is much better up close!] [On the count of three!] [One... ah skip it--boom.] sfx: KA-BOOOOM! Panel 3: Vinny: [Let me guess--you didn't finish digging the hole...] Mole: [Not exactly, no.] Panel 4: Vinny: [My foot is trapped! And your helmet is cracked! Get help from the Ulysses!] Mole: [Yes! I'll go back to the ship!] Panel 5: Vinny: [Might as well finish the job...] sfx: BA-BOOOOM! Vinny: [Ahh! Is there anything more beautiful than a very large explosion?] [No, I think not!] Panel 6: Vinny: [Hey! Look who's back!] [That explains my sudden craving for fish sticks!] narrator: [Turn to page 84 for the exciting conclusion!]

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This post is passed the weekly deadline! That's 1 demerit for me. I'll need to figure out something to do with those to make them effective. This still counts as last week's post so I owe another this week, which I have decided will be the last comic in the Disney Adventures issue.

The story here takes place prior to the battle against the leviathan, seemingly before Milo's presentation on the bridge in the film.

We see that the Ulysses, unsurprisingly, carries diving equipment. However, these are ambient pressure diving suits, good for protection against tearing and cold but useless against the pressure at deeper levels. Humans can't really survive more than 60 meters (196.85 feet) below, which is why Atmospheric Diving Suits were invented! Imagine them in steampunk-esque, underwater robot suits instead!

The "scary fish" (the nayap according to Sweet's Fish Story!) is the first fantastical creature encountered by the expedition. It doesn't seem particularly interesting, though. A weird shark with a feathery tail and long snout?

Vinny's dialogue really shows how much Don Novello brought to the performance. Without his adlibbing and weird energy the character just doesn't hit the same.

#2001 #july 2001 #buena vista magazines inc.#disney adventures #media #comic #atlantis: the lost empire #Helga Katrina Sinclair #lyle tiberius rourke #milo james thatch #vincenzo “vinny” santorini #Gaetan “Mole” Molière #ulysses #nayap #late posts (SHAME)

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The Mentorship, Part 10

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 10 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4069

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

There were a number of questions vollied at them when they showed up at the arena. Kevin grilled Scott, and if Brinkley wasn't mistaken, seemed like he had been up with worry all night. He glared at Brinkley from afar multiple times. She took the hint to avoid him. She still wasn't happy with what he'd pulled, but she was much less upset than before.

She had to assume that Scott had fucked a lot of the frustration right out of her.

She wondered if Kevin could perhaps sniff out what was going on or what had happened last night. Maybe he felt as if she was moving in on Scott and he didn't want to share his best friend.

“BRINK,” Curt snapped his fingers in her face.

She jolted and pulled herself out of her own thoughts.

“What??” She responded, irritated at being interrupted.

“Get your ass moving, we're up next,” he motioned for her to move quicker, “get out of la-la-land,” he snapped at her with his hand towel.

“Geez, alright alright!” She snipped, rubbing the stinging flesh on her thigh before she went back to lacing up her boots. She was relieved when Page agreed to let her interfere more physically. It was only a house show, but it was still important to her.

Page was still the face, but Brinkley heard more cheers than normal as she and Curt entered. They still had plenty of opposing fans to ridicule down the walkway.

“You're about to turn,” Curt said into her ear while they walked to the ring, “I can tell,”

Brinkley wasn't sure what to think. She'd always been the villain, it had been an escape for the idyllic, sheltered existence she'd left behind her. She hadn't expected this response.

“But I don't wanna,” she pouted, playing into her whiny role. Curt cupped her face as they stood by the ring apron.

“You'll be alright, baby girl, just let me handle it,” he assured her with a wink.

She didn't know if his response was kayfabe or real. She'd have to find out after the match. For now she was focused on having to sell a Diamond Cutter finishing move.

She interfered and because of that was “accidentally” given the move. As she lay on the mat, she heard the crowd murmur and then boo Page. Curt suplexed him for the win.

He checked on her to make sure she was really alright, then pulled her out of the ring. She pretended to come-to enough to walk with his assistance.

“You're welcome,” Page said, coming in from the ring.

“For what?” She asked, “I'm the one that made you look good,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I'm the one that put you over,” he looked at her and Curt knowingly.

“But I -” she started, but was shut down by Curt.

“We are going to have to workshop her character,” Curt said, knowing Page was involved with Creative, “She needs to start working matches during house shows.”

Brinkley didn't argue with others around. She knew how disrespectful it would come across to second-guess Curt in front of everyone. She knew things had to be done a certain way. That was a ‘day one’ thing Curt had taught her.

She waited until they were in the car before she spoke up.

“But am I really ready to be a face?” She questioned, definitely not confident in the idea yet.

“I think it's a good time for you to try,” he said with all the confidence.

“Scott,” she whined, hoping he'd side with her.

“Hey, I'm for it,” he looked back at her somewhat apologetic, “Me and Kev are gonna bring you in with us. I can't complain.”

“What?!” She looked between them both several times, “when was this discussed?”

“Doll, your first day here,” Scott said, remembering back to her shy introduction, “I called dibs on you,”

Brinkley wanted to be upset, but thinking about Scott wanting to have her from day one gave her a smug satisfaction.

“Are you staying with Kev tonight?” She asked, ignoring the awkward feeling of Curt hearing everything.

“Probably…” Scott said, feeling a heavy disappointment.

“Jesus, for fuck's sake,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I'll go to the bar and you two have the room for a few hours. Just don't break any of the furniture.” He warned.

Scott looked back at her with a wicked smirk.

“No promises. Right, Brink?”

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Curt sat at a table, empty whiskey glasses in front of him. He was relieved that Brinkley was interested in Scott. However, she’d become such a part of his everyday, that he wondered what separation would look like. He couldn’t stop thinking about what may be going on in the hotel room he was paying for.

He didn’t know what irritated him more, the fact that he was thinking about that, or Kevin’s indirect line of questioning. He seemed to fare similarly when his right-hand person was M.I.A.

“So, what you’re saying is we’re going to end up with her, but you are still gonna be her trainer?” Kevin asked, pondering the idea. At this point, he was a significant voice on the creative team. If he was on board, it wouldn’t likely be necessary to convince anyone else.

“Yeah, pretty much, she might need to transition to another trainer at some point like we all did, but probably not just yet. Kowalski did a good job with Chyna, but she’d have to take some time off,” Curt mused aloud.

“Then she’d be off TV again for a while. If she’s getting momentum, can’t do that,” Kevin took a swig looking back at the door as if expecting Scott to come waltzing through at any moment, “Maybe I’ll train her,”

Curt laughed.

“Pretty sure you’re just wanting an excuse to throw her around,” though he was amused by the suggestion, he absolutely did not think Kevin and Brinkley could coexist in that way.

“You’re right, I don’t need her brand of headache anyway,” He shrugged off his own suggestion, “Scott could,”

Curt had honestly considered it before. He separated their positions - Curt had trained her first and the physical affection came later. Scott’s interaction with her started that way. He didn’t think there was much of a chance of Scott successfully training her at anything except being his fuck buddy. He did feel a surge of aggression when he wondered if she would call Scott ‘daddy’.

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Brinkley tried to act completely collected as Curt readied and left for the bar. As soon as the door closed, she scrambled off the bed and to the bathroom, dolling herself up just a little. She dug through her bag, frustrated at the lack of sexy, showy options. She didn’t want to lug around an entire wardrobe, but she would need to figure out something better than this, especially if she wanted to make an impression.

A set of quick raps on the door made her forget that problem. She opened it and Scott stood on the other side of it, his arm leaning on the doorway.

“Evening,” His slight smile and downward gaze gave away his intentions immediately. She felt stupid for giggling, but the noise rose out of her unintentionally.

“How nice of you to drop by,” She stepped aside, inviting him in, “Can I get you anything,” She sarcastically offered in her best hostess impression.

“Yeah, your pussy full of my tongue,” He shut the door behind him and quickly yanked his shirt off. He knew they’d have a few hours, but he intended to fill them as much as would her.

Brinkley liked his direct method. It left no guessing about what he wanted. She felt small and helpless as he stalked towards her and she liked it. She backed up until the back of her knees hit the bed, letting gravity sit her on the edge of it. Before she could scoot back any farther, he grabbed ahold of one of her ankles and yanked on the legs of her pants, slipping them from her easily. She bit her lip as he still approached her, crawling across the bed now.

When her back hit the headboard, he closed in on her. His fingers gripped around the lacy hem of her panties and yanked them down, effectively ripping the side seam out. She gasped, the proof of his brute strength made her sex throb.

Her knees were closed, but his hand slid between them, allowing him to crawl between her slowly opening legs. She had a small twinge of uncertainty at someone new in such an intimate space, but the moment his tongue darted across her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot any inhibition that previously existed.

Scott hummed against the sweet taste of her juices that painted his tongue as he licked a trail up and down her slit. He moved slowly, savoring her and listening to the sounds it elicited from her. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted her craving him. He wanted her to be desperate for more.

Brinkley could barely handle leaving her eyes open to see Scott’s head slowly bobbing between her thighs. She could feel his rough stubble against her pussy lips and it felt even better than she’d imagined. As his tongue slowly circled her clit, she felt the tingles building, rolling her hips ever so slightly. His tongue slipped down though, teasing the edge of her aching entrance, building a different kind of tingle. She felt herself drawing close again only for him to switch his focus.

Scott laughed to himself as she squirmed more and more underneath him. She was fun to tease. She didn’t seem to know he was doing so on purpose yet, making her longing whimpers like music to his ears. He suckled her clit now, letting two fingers slip into her needy cunt. She nearly melted into the mattress as he massaged her g-spot and wiggled his tongue across her pulsing clit.

“Scott, god pleeeease,” She looked down at him, her thighs quivering, her body flushed with want.

“Please what?” He looked up at her with a dark stare, his lips damp from her juices, his fingers working deeper inside of her. His feral look nearly made her cum, her sex clenching around his fingers.

“Please let me cum,” She pleaded, enjoying the idea that he was in control of her. He seemed to appreciate her approach.

“Please let you cum, what,” He slowed his fingers, not letting her move quickly against them.

Brinkley was stuck in his gaze, her eyes searching his. She had an idea of what he wanted her to say. After all he had been witness to her calling Curt that very thing. But for some reason, she was unsure.

Scott could see the uncertainty on her face immediately and silently cursed himself for trying to work that wordplay in so early. He assumed that it took a while for Curt and her to develop that level. He began to retract, but she spoke first.

“Please let me cum, sir,” She bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she could.

Scott took the consolation without hesitation. He pumped his fingers quicker, slipping a third in. He pressed the muscled flat of his tongue against her nub and rubbed it roughly in time with his fingers, feeling and tasting her orgasm as she pressed herself more firmly against his face.

Brinkley’s breath stalled as her voice caught in her throat. Her head thunked against the headboard as the pressure in her sex released a burning crescendo of pleasure. She gasped for breath between the quaking tremors, feeling lightheaded by the force of her orgasm.

“Gonna have to call housekeeping for some new sheets,” His gruff voice spoke gently, still letting his fingers stroke her shuddering insides softly.

Brinkley looked down to see a damp spot soaking the blanket below her and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“That’s so hot, baby girl,” He crooned, as if knowing she was unsure, “Never done that before?”

She shook her head, feeling better with Scott’s praise.

“Maybe we’ll make this Curt’s bed,” She joked, her voice still trembling a little.

“Naughty girl, I like the way you think,” Scott lifted himself up, kissing her panting mouth, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue.He remembered her fervent reaction with anything on her neck and let his lips slide there next. She did not disappoint him, arching up against him as he bit and pulled the skin lightly, “Let’s see how wet you can really get it,”

Scott plunged his fingers back in as he resisted really biting her and leaving tell tale marks that would likely draw a lot of attention. She inhaled sharply, not ready for the onslaught of his controlled but fierce ministrations. She felt tingling in her core again as she clamped down on his fingers, crying out wordlessly as she came again.

He slid his soaked fingers from her assaulted cunt and spread the wetness up and down her slit. He looked up at her as he did, that same intense stare making her feel like she was about to be the victim of a very brutal assault.

“Good girl,” He praised and she was sure those words alone might have soaked the bed more. She saw him fumbling with that belt again. She wondered why he even bothered putting it on. His dick was big enough to hold his pants up anyway. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and pulled the tip of her nipple with his teeth, letting it pop back just before she would have asked him to stop. The prickling pain morphed quickly into a smoldering pleasure. He did it again, letting go just as she whimpered, working the hardening bud into an aching peak.

“If I ever hurt you…tell me,” He kissed the valley between her breasts as he made his way to the other, “I only want you to feel good with me,” His rasp inflamed and chilled her at the same time. She couldn’t help but shiver, arching again as he drew the other nipple between his teeth.

“I will,” She nearly hissed just as he let go again. He leered at her with an expectant look as he paused, “I mean….yes, sir,” She said with a sheepish grin.

“That’s better,” His tongue bathed the tip of her tit now, a welcome softness to his earlier enjoyable torture, “Don’t let it happen again,” He growled as he nipped again.

She could hear the belt loose now, hanging from his jeans as his zipper descended. She felt a rush of excitement as he rolled to his back and kicked his jeans to the floor. There was more light now, and more opportunity to really take in the sight of him. To her she couldn’t imagine more of an ideal specimen of masculinity.

She didn't realize she licked her lips as her eyes took in the entirety of him. She crawled over to him, kissing his shoulder down to his chest, nipping at his nipple in a similar, teasing fashion. She smirked as he hissed in return, but still watched her, one hand toying with his hardening member.

She took her time kissing down his torso, her tongue savoring the taste of his skin. She bit his hipbone lightly before she made a trail to his swelling shaft.

“Look how hard you make me,” he built her up more, “so damn hard, baby,”

He held his cock for her, letting her tease the pulsing tip with her lips. He bucked up his hips as soon as she took the tiniest bit of him in, filling her mouth quickly. She took the hint, letting her lips slide farther down on each pass. His cock stretched her lips and made taking him deeper challenging. But she was always up for a challenge.

She used his groans and praises to mark her actions, repeating what garnered the most of both. She looked up at him as she did so, hoping she was sucking his cock well, but also looking good while doing it.

“Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your pretty mouth,” he grumbled, his teeth on edge. His hand slid over the top of her head and encouraged her to move faster and slip him deeper. She resisted choking when his glans would probe her throat, gasping for breath when he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped it against her lips.

“I need that fucking pussy now,” he demanded, his words cracking an invisible whip, “on your knees, girl,”

Brinkley felt her subservient obedience kick in like a natural response as she turned on all fours.

“Yes, sir,”

She watched him over her shoulder, biting her lip as he knelt behind her. She heard him fumbling with something, hearing a paper-like tearing sound.

“Need to be more careful than last time,” he slipped the condom over himself, running his hands over the curve of her taut ass appreciatively, “gonna be hard enough not to just fuck you all the time,” he laid a sharp smack on one cheek. She jumped and whimpered but waited for another.

Scott admired the temporary outline of his handprint, evening up on the other cheek. He ran his tip through her slit and pressed against her entrance. Though she was as wet as could be, he still struggled against the tightening confines of her sex.

He had to wonder if Curt hadn't really fucked her very much. She was shaking as he sank in, her face falling to the bed, keeping her perky ass perched in the air.

He let her acclimate as he sheathed himself fully into her. He ran a hand slowly up her back and back down, calming her reserve. He didn't shame her, that was far too harsh.

He grabbed her hips as he started to move in her, slowly at first but with ever-increasing force.

She yelped into the bed each time he bottomed out, feeling a new pleasure center being struck. She had to keep herself from trying to crawl away. She felt as if she was seeing stars every time he thrusted in her. She felt lightheaded as he smacked her ass again.

“Baby, you have no idea how good this looks,” Scott said, almost horsley, as he looked at her pussy, swallowing his cock with each thrust, “taking it like my good girl,” he felt her spasm around his member and grinned.

Brinkley rolled her eyes back as she came again, shockwaves emanating from her core outward. She had the blanket balled up in her fists, breathing through clenched teeth. She gasped when she felt his hand sliding along her scalp and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

She felt immobilized by his control, absorbing every intense thrust whether she could handle them or not. She barely managed to open her eyes, met with a mirror reflection across the room of herself with Scott behind her, a pleasured, determined look on his face.

She felt odd watching herself being fucked, but had to admit, she looked good being fucked by Scott. Especially the way he was manhandling her.

“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asked with a deep gruffness.

Her response paused, another thing she'd never done, but curiosity flooded her as much as her desire to give him what he wanted. She tried to nod, but was still held captive by his hand on her hair.

“Yes. Yes, sir,” she managed as he thrusted in her quickly.

“Get over here,” he growled, regretfully pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. He stood at the side of the bed as she turned around quickly, still dizzied by the ferocity of his prowess. She lay on her stomach, looking up at him with her mouth open as he quickly stroked his cock.

“Tongue out,” he demanded, holding himself directly over her waiting mouth. As she slipped it out, he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot from the tip, his seed collecting on her tongue and lips.

She sucked his spunk down, swallowing it just in time to receive another generous spurt. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, but didn't let it linger too long before swallowing.

Scott watched with smug gratification at how eagerly she lapped up his cum. And the way she looked at him the entire time he found incredibly hot. He let her suck the last drops from the tip, shuddering as he became hypersensitive to every touch.

She let his cock fall from her mouth and pulled herself up to her knees.

“Was it good?” She asked with a modest concern.

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott stood directly in front of her, out of breath, his forehead dotted with sweat, his body flushed from his sexual exertion, “Look at me, I'm a damn mess,” he let out a raspy laugh, “Good doesn't begin to describe it,”

She looked proud, but insecure that she even had to ask.

“Sorry …I just…I'd never done it that way,” her cheeks burned as she sat back against her heels.

“Don't ever apologize,” his hand caught her chin from looking down, “not when you're that stellar of a fuck,”

She wasn't sure how to take the compliment, but had to grin at his earnest expression.

“Well…” she reached out to him, her hand slowly massaging his balls, “it is still pretty early….”

“Fucking christ, girl,” he groaned, but did not pull away.

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Curt stumbled into the dark room half expecting to still see Scott here defiling Brinkley, but the room was quiet and still. He felt relieved, kicking his shoes off to the side.

“Brinkley?” He called out in the dark with no answer. He could see her in bed, snuggled under the covers asleep. She was alone, not that he’d expected Scott to stay the entire night. Part of him hoped she’d still be awake, wanting to tell him about everything she’d done that night and the selfish part of him had hoped she’d share that she was still somewhat unfulfilled and needed him to finish the job.

Clearly that wasn’t the case.

He sighed, but stripped down to his underwear and flopped into bed.

“What the fuck??” He exclaimed as a cold dampness lay under him. Turning on the light and lifting up the blanket, he could see the wet spot spread to the sheets, “Are you fucking kidding me…” It was obvious to him that she indeed had a pleasurable evening. He turned the light back off and he slipped into Brinkley’s bed instead. He had to appreciate the rib, but he couldn’t help but be a little ticked off at the same time. But she was the one that now had to share her bed; the more he thought about it, he’d hoped she’d share a little more.

She moaned and turned over toward him as he laid down. It was easy to see that she was naked as he’d climbed in, with his buzz, he could definitely use some female company. He slid closer to her, pulling his cock out at the same time.

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, rousing her a little.

“Scott?” She mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, “Oh, Curt…what are you doing?” Still lethargic from sleep, she struggled to come to.

“Daddy needs some help,” He moved her hand up and down his shaft, “If you think you can handle it.”

“I don’t know, Daddy, I’m…I’m kinda sore,” she whined a little in her sleepy voice, “Or I would,” She woke a little more now, moving her hand on her own, “And tired…can we wait until tomorrow? Unless this is all you want…”

Curt felt foolish and irritated, but couldn’t very well blame her for being honest.

“Of course we can,” He sighed, but hummed when she didn’t pull her hand back right away. Even if he didn’t cum, her touch felt nice.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She mewled, snuggling up against his chest. She’d wished Scott could stay so she could sleep against him. It was such a nice way to wake up. But Curt was also an incredibly nice body to curl up against.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #cameos by a lot of wrestlers

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Teasing

Part two

Warning: smut, kissing, teasing, jealousy, p in v, oral, argument, punishment, blood

Word: 3020

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How does it feel when you love someone, but can't be with them? Or that person does not want to be in your company? It's not nice even a little bit when someone punishes us by keeping quiet and avoiding us. There is one way out, you should take matters into your own hands....

Roberta lay on the bed, covered with a blanket... she was no longer crying... it seemed to her that she no longer had a single tear in her. She felt lonely, pushed away... but she also felt indifference... toward James.

For almost a week he had not appeared, not even for a moment. Maybe he was watching her while she slept... she wasn't sure about that either. All she had in her mind was that she was not seeing him. It was as if James had forgotten about her. And he claimed he loved her and she was precious to him... important. He was a ghost, appearing when he felt like it and disappearing when he felt like it. All this time Roberta stayed in his suite. Occasionally she went out for a short walk in the hotel corridors. She hoped to run into her love. She wanted to see her beloved walking with a cigarette in his hand. It was a beautiful sight. His posture, his gait... he attracted her with it. Sexy, well-built, well-groomed... for Roberta, he was the ideal man....

Time passed very slowly, it's always like that when you wait, you feel that the wait is endless....

- Roberta, dear, I have dinner for you and the promised wine, from Italy - Lizzie entered the room without knocking.

- Ohh that's great! - Roberta excitedly straightened up in her chair.

- I have interesting information - Lizzie put dinner on the table.

- Okay, pour me some wine and quickly tell me about it - Roberta sat down at the table and started eating.

- James and some of his friends are having dinner at a restaurant at 6pm tonight! They will play poker, smoke cigars... you know men's games - Lizzie laughed.

- What should I do with this information? - Roberta shrugged her shoulders.

- What do you mean? Put on your best dress and do a show!

- A show? Should I dance to them or sing to them? Don't be ridiculous! - she rolled her eyes.

- I don't mean that. Dress nice and sexy. Sit at the bar and spread the charm! Irritate James! Let him get pissed off! Show him what he loses when he avoids you! Make him jealous!

- Are you serious? What if he gets really angry with me and kills me? - Roberta looked at Lizzie terrified and took a big sip of wine.

- He won't kill you, you have nothing to worry about. He said he'll do it when you cheat on him again... Now you'll only tease him and look at him sexily.

- Hmm... I'm starting to like the idea. I'll do it! - she quickly finished her dinner and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

- You have 3 hours! You can do it! - Lizzie picked up the dishes and left the room.

Roberta washed herself, put her hair beautifully in a bun, and did her makeup. She put on an emerald dress with an exposed back and a large neckline. She put on a diamond necklace and earrings. On her hands she pulled long gloves the color of the dress. On her feet she put high black stilettos. She sprayed herself with perfume.

- I look insane! If James doesn't appreciate it either, I don't know what to do anymore - she looked at her reflection in the mirror and turned around a few times.

It was 6:20 pm... perfect... perfect to show up casually at a restaurant and order a glass of wine.

Roberta stepped out into the hallway and headed toward the elevators. Fortunately, she did not have to wait long for one of them to arrive. She stepped inside and pressed the number of the floor where the restaurant was located. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall again. She smiled to herself.

- It will be fine - she whispered to herself.

The elevator came to a stop. Roberta walked with a slow step and moved her hips sexily. She saw a table in the center of the restaurant, where James was sitting, with his friends next to him. He was turned away and did not notice her. Instead, several of his colleagues immediately took notice of her. She didn't even look at them. She moved on passing their table. This time James looked at her, but Roberta did not turn around. She sat down at an adjacent table, facing him.

He measured her with his eyes from top to bottom. He smoked a cigar and did not take his eyes off her. Suddenly he turned his attention away from her and focused on the deck of cards held in his hand. He selected a few and placed them on the table. He looked at her again. Roberta nodded to him. He did not reciprocate the movement. He focused on the game again. But the expression on his face changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before. Now he was tense and found it hard to focus.

The waiter approached and she ordered a glass of wine.

- "My charm seems to be working" - she thought and she smiled.

James glanced at her from time to time. Roberta did not pretend to be interested. She took out a mirror and lipstick from her purse and touched up her makeup. The waiter brought orders of wine. She took a few sips and got up from her table. She walked over to the table where James was sitting. One chair was vacant, perfectly opposite her beloved.

- Good evening gentlemen, may I join you? I love to play poker! - she sat down excitedly.

- Of course! - said the man sitting to her right.

James squinted and both of his eyebrows went up dangerously. He inhaled heavily on his cigar and blew the smoke straight in her direction. Roberta licked her lips and began to remove one of her gloves. She caught it with her teeth and pulled. She didn't take her eyes off James, and he didn't take his eyes off her. She took off the other glove in the same way. All the men present at the table were focused only on her.

- Can I ask for the cards? - With this question she made everyone wake up from her spell.

She got the cards and began to look through and arrange them. While doing so, she licked her lips slowly and purred. Slightly parted red lips acted on James like a red colour on a bull. He began to move nervously in his chair and sipped his drink.

- Get started - James said.

- I'm starting - Roberta laid down one card.

- Good, I’m raising the stakes - James took another drag on his cigar and put some bills on the table.

Suddenly he felt a touch on his calf. With a wrinkled brow, he looked at Roberta, but said nothing.

- I also raise the stake - Roberta put down a few bills.

Other men also did so.

James felt the touch of her shoe higher and higher. Suddenly she took her foot away and put the card on the table again as if nothing had happened. She bit her lower lip and sighed. She looked at James. His face expressed anger. He was angry, but not yet furious.

- "And very well, get angry” - she thought and took a sip of wine. She licked a stray drop from the rim of the glass. She licked her lips and murmured.

- "What are you doing?" - he said without a sound, moving only his lips. He was angry and confused. This is what she meant.

She showed him her tongue and shrugged her shoulders. Unfazed, she added a card and selected another.

James looked at her with a raised eyebrow waiting for what happened next.

- I wonder... I wonder if there is a chance for you to take a little walk with me around the hotel? - James looked at Roberta with a slight smile while holding a cigar between his teeth.

Roberta squinted and didn't answer right away.

James felt the touch on his leg again. He felt it higher and higher. Roberta's foot stopped at the bulge in his pants. He closed his eyes.

- Gentlemen, I think for today we will end the game and continue it another time. We have an eternity to do this - saying this, he did not look at any of the men... he only looked at her.

The men obediently got up from the table and left the restaurant leaving them alone.

- Roberta, dearest, you are very rude and do not show me proper respect. You should not behave so licentiously in the company of other men. You should be like this only in my company. Do you understand what I am saying to you?

- James, dearest, of course I understand. Only if you require me to obey you and be devoted to you, you should behave towards me in the same way. It should work both ways - Roberta pressed James' cock with her foot. He drew in air loudly.

- Something seems to me that you allow yourself too much - he said with his eyes closed.

- Dearest, don't you think that punishing me and leaving me in tears on the bed is something positive? Punishing me with silence and absence is something positive? - she pressed her foot harder.

James pushed her foot off his crotch and stood up. He circled the table with a slow step and approached Roberta. He pushed her and her chair away from the table, grabbed a handful of her hair and tilted her head back.

- Answer me one question. Why are you so disobedient and all the time I have to punish you for your inappropriate behavior? - James clenched his fist tighter in her hair.

- James it hurts, please stop. You really don't have to hurt me like this - Roberta tried to free herself from his grasp.

- I don't know why you have a problem answering my questions - he let go of her hair, grabbing her arm lifting her out of her chair.

- James... I thought you loved me.... - tears began to flow into her eyes.

- Of course I love you. If it were not so at this moment you would have been long dead. Know my mercy - he let go of her arm - And politely please answer my question - he stared at her while lighting a cigarette.

Roberta reached into her purse for a pack of tissues and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

- How much longer do I have to wait? - sighed James.

- I don't understand why you are so unkind.

- Unkind? That's a good question. But I would call it something else. I'm frustrated and tense.

- Why?

- Because I am in love and thirsty for sex - James inhaled heavily on his cigarette.

- Thirsty? Why then have you avoided me for so long? - Roberta raised an eyebrow in surprise.

- I will answer your question if you also answer mine. My patience is running out.

Roberta walked up to the bar and asked the waiter to add wine for her. James followed her and sat down on one of the bar stools. He asked for a whiskey with ice.

- So? - He asked impatiently.

- Sometimes I feel really lonely. I sacrificed my time and life to you. I gave up everything. I hoped that you would be by my side all the time like in the beginning. James I really wish you would be with me all the time. I don't want to be alone. Then I do stupid things that you don't accept - she took a sip of wine and looked at James with sad eyes.

James stared at her and wondered what he should answer.

- Dearest - he grabbed her hand and kissed it - You are the most precious to me of everything I own. You are my property and I do not hide it. But as I have repeated before, I deserve respect and obedience from you. If you do not obey this you will be punished - he kissed her gently on the lips.

- You can go now - said James to the waiter - Lock the door behind you when you leave - he returned to kissing Roberta's sweet lips.

He pulled her tightly to him and kissed her lips deeply. He heard moans and loud breathing. She trembled in his arms. Her cheeks were wet with tears. He didn't understand why his love was still crying. He decided that he wanted to hear screams, not cries.

He picked Roberta up and seated her on the bar top. He moved the material of her dress slowly up her thighs. Stroking her and looking deeply into her eyes. She bit her lips looking down at him. She wanted to lean in to kiss him, but James stopped her by placing his finger on her lips. Roberta took it in her mouth and started sucking and licking it . He closed his eyes and drew in the air loudly.

- Dearest, you are amazing - he murmured gazing at her with delight.

- I know dearest. I desire you James - she whispered.

- What are your desires? - He asked grabbing her panties and slowly took them off, throwing behind him.

- Kiss me... - she pointed to the junction of her thighs - oh here - she bit her lip.

- As you wish dearest.

James leaned down began to kiss her thighs. He moved higher and higher towards a wet and hot paradise. He opened her legs and murmured.

- What a beautiful view - he touched his fingers to her pink sweet lips.

- James... kiss me....

He parted her pink lips and inhaled the sweet scent. He closed his eyes. He placed several kisses, began to lick and suck.

- Yes... oh yes! More! - her thighs trembled with pleasure and longing for his touch.

- Oh dearest, you taste amazing - he put his finger inside her, which had previously been in her mouth.

- More!

James added another finger. He began to move them. His movements were fast and rhythmic. He wanted to hear her scream. He inserted his fingers as deep as he could. He hit that delightful spot perfectly.

- James!

- Yes Dearest! Yes!

- I'm close, don't stop it!

Movements of his fingers were fast. He kissed her pussy and sucked. He felt her walls tighten on his fingers. She was close.

- Come for me!

- Oh my God!

- That’s right, I am your God!

- James! James!

Roberta almost fell off the bar top, fortunately James held her down.

- That was great, but I'm not done with you yet - he began to unbutton his pants.

- Oh you have no idea how much I want you inside me right now. Fuck me James, hard!

- I think you missed my cock - he entered her hard without warning.

- James!

- I love the way you scream my name - he kissed her sloppy and started to move fast.

He pulled her tightly to him and put his hands under her buttocks. He picked her up and headed toward the tables. He placed her on the table and began to fuck her hard. He entered deeply and hard. He did not slow down the movements. The table moved across the floor with every thrust of his hips. Roberta's whole body trembled, her back arched. She held tightly to the edge of the table to keep from falling. They were breathing hard, struggling to catch their breath. James leaned over and started kissing her, biting her lips. They felt the taste of blood. This turned them on even more.

- Dearest! I am close! Very close! - He moved away from her mouth and began to massage her pleasure button with his thumb!

- James!

They reached climax while simultaneously screaming their names. James moved in still for a moment before suddenly collapsing on top of Roberta with a deep sigh. He closed his eyes.

- Can you promise me something? - He asked listening to the rapid beating of her heart and taking in the sweet smell of her perfume.

- For you, everything - she stroked his hair and kissed his forehead.

- Be good, I don't want to argue with you. Although I can't hide the fact that punishing you gives me incredible pleasure - Roberta slapped him on the back with her hand. He laughed.

- We don't have to argue at all so that you can fuck me the way you like.

- Really? - James lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes.

- Really. I also get pleasure from it. It's a little painful, but you can get used to it.

- Oh Dearest you are my revelation! - James placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

He got up and went to get his pants.

- Are you leaving me again? - Roberta said sadly.

- Yes, but only for a while. Go back now to my suite. I'll be there soon and we'll have fun again.

- Do you promise?

He walked up to her and kissed her.

- Yes, Dearest Roberta - he walked away toward the door leaving her alone in the restaurant.

🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶🖤🩶

Part one

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Now that I've played at least one game in every Pokemon region, it is of course time for a ranking. Though note that the criteria is less based on how "good" I think the games are objectively and more on, like, vibes and such and if I have good memories of playing.

10. Sinnoh - This was the only gen I skipped when it came out because I didn't have a ds and didn't know how to emulate one, and when I finally did get one, Black & White were already out and Gen 4 was old news. But a while ago I did play Brilliant Diamond and really didn't have a good time at all. At that point everything felt extremely by-the-numbers and dated and I can't think of anything that this game offered that I didn't already get from the other titles. Some of the Gen 4 Pokemon are nice but it also has so many legendaries, which I really don't like as a concept (I mean I don't like it when the game tells me which Pokemon I'm supposed to find special and interesting). Also not a fan of the art style in the remake and I find Barry incredibly annoying.

Almost all of the BDSP customisation options were S-tier and Cynthia made for a great boss, but that's about it.

9. Kanto - I was there for the first anime episode so I have a lot of nostalgia for the early days for the franchise, even though I didn't get to play the original GB games. And when I did get Yellow on an emulator I already had Gold, which already covered Kanto so why bother? By now I've played Let's Go Eevee though and didn't really enjoy myself. The Kanto story is so nothing, and the motion controls just kill the whole thing for me. Also Trace is the worst rival character.

Most of my apathy towards Kanto is its overuse though, like the franchise has done interesting things beyond the original 151 but always when there's new forms or a major character hails from a different continent or whatever, its always Kanto and I've grown sick of it.

8. Galar - There are some characters I really like, but otherwise the Galar games felt pretty hollow. There's a lot of cool looking locations but there isn't any substance to them and you can't do anything in them, and the open area was a great concept but you can't do anything in it either. The giant forms don't do a lot for me either since I tend to prefer small and cute Pokemon so making them bigger and more ""badass"" usually doesn't work for me.

Out of all the Switch titles I like the Galar art direction best (as in how the characters look) at least.

7. Alola - I remember there being a lot of talk how the Alola games supposedly shook up the formula because they didn't have gyms, but, like, they totally had gyms, they were just outdoors and had a different name. My main memories of playing Moon are about being constantly interrupted by handholding and the unbearable Rotom Dex, and even with the setting being something completely different from usual, I barely remember anything about it. The customisation was surprisingly boring too and I couldn't care less for Z-moves or Ultra Beasts. Lillie is super cute though and Team Skull was a lot of fun and regional forms are an excellent idea, even if it was wasted on Kanto only in this generation.

6. Hoenn - I had Sapphire on an emulator and later a Alpha Sapphire, and I must say I didn't manage to finish either (I think I didn't even make it out of Mauville in that run), which is why I debated if I should put the Alola games higher just because I made it almost to the end there. But in the end I think Gen 3 did a lot more for the franchise, the berries, contests, secret bases, abilities and double battles are great. I don't have a lot of motivation to go back and finish Alpha Sapphire, all the surfing really doesn't sound inspiring, "too much water" isn't just a meme! Though maybe I should try at least.

5. Kalos - Now we get to the games where my feelings are a lot more positive. I remember being super stoked for the 3d graphics, and somehow for the fact that your character could sit down on a bench (???). The customisation is also great and roller skating was a fun way to get around. The story was pretty weak though and I really don't like the bland rival friend group. I dunno man, the more I think about it, the harder it is to think about things that actually matter to the gameplay experience that I really like, but regardless I have pretty good memories of Y.

4. Unova - White was my first game on an actual console (and not an emulator) so that alone makes it special to me. It's hard to come up with anything specific about the gameplay this time around either, but I remember having a good time, the world was fun to explore, N was a great rival and the story was good too. And the Big City of the region was amazing (and so was Kalos' for that matter) and the changing seasons made for beautiful graphics.

3. Paldea - The graphics were ugly and the performance was a mess, but I like nonlinear open world games okay? And honestly even that didn't work properly since the gym levels didn't scale and I unintentionally did the easiest gym fourth so I was stupidly overleveled, and the world wasn't that interesting to explore either. But I still had a decently good time and also the game had been patched by the time I got around to playing it so I didn't encounter that many bugs.

Also points for making the friendly rival and box art legendary into something I actually liked for once, the school stuff was fun (would've liked even more), the Arven story line is one of my favourite Pokemon stories, and the Area Zero part was great. And overall the game managed to make the overused "beat 8 gyms and deal with the evil team and local legendary" plot feel somewhat fresh.

2. Johto - The Kanto nostalgia pandering doesn't work on me, but Johto sure does. Gold was my first Pokemon game and I have so many good memories playing it, especially the nighttime Goldenrod city with the 8-bit music is my jam. I would also say that for its time it has been the best improvement on what came before, and of course it's the only time we get two games (or maybe 1,5) for the price of one instead of the other way around with the inclusion of Kanto. Then there is HGSS which contains still the best implementation of follower Pokemon. The story and characters will improve from here and the old gameplay jank doesn't really motivate me to revisit the games but they will always have a special place in my heart.

1. Hisui - There really isn't any contest here, the gameplay is simply so much better in LGA than in any of the others. Catching and battling Pokemon is so streamlined, the HM equivalents are useful and make exploring more enjoyable rather than being glorified keys, and the story is different for once. And I said I like nonlinear open world games but this is fine as well, when you get a huge area to explore at once, even when they're unlocked in an order. Like what I have an issue with is if you can't take three steps without running into an unskippable NPC scene or some arbitrary roadblock.

I do have issues though, the Pokemon box and Pokedex menu fiddling is atrocious and a way bigger issue here than in any of the other games since there's a lot more incentive to catch and use different Pokemon, I don't really like the art direction, and the customisation options suck and I had to use 90% of the default look for the whole game. But regardless I would really like it if the franchise went into this direction in the future.

#pokemon #ramble ramble #just in time before the Presents in an hour #game talk

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hellsite-yano · 3 months

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porky did you finish that list of minecraft splash texts and if so may we see it?

Sure, keep in mind the Better Than Adventure mod uses a different colour formatting code than vanilla though. It's also a bit more difficult to edit splash text in vanilla from what I can gather. Anyway:

§5>it's wet Pynk! >ISHYGDDT GALO SENGEN! Pretty smooth flying, Fox! :kanabento: Sad! ingredience Everybody pose! :JUST: Oh, absolutely! Hallownest approved! Soda! Nope! §0The air crackles with freedom. Master Spark! An extant form of life! Yesh §dNyuuu! Also try The Witness! hampter.jpg The city and the city! Qud approved! Also try Mummy Sandbox! What U Need! Drink it and forget it all! which I invented! §fAll black everything The hero appears! Touch grass! Ut UNDERSTAND! Gapacho approved! Interior Semiotics! It's yours, my friend! The silo doors are open! Who are you quoting? Smoke coal evree day! §5>not having an avocado tree MODS = GODS Women! Wrong number! A super fighting robot from the year 2010! Even the mods have mods! Is shine! Cassis bleep! It's media -_- Also try Manifold Garden! Labyrinth Fight! Grow up, this is Minecraft! Welcome, Mr. Guest. His name is Gedächtnis! With these hands we will destroy! WAKE ME UP Fighting in the dojo! §eLalal Jack in! PUNK TACTICS! Close enough! I buy sausage! You ARE the support, son! A frozen cephalopod! Milk inside a bucket of milk inside a bucket of milk §0Hit +50! SB-129 mariositting.txt Clean! The democratic club! went shop Also try The Witch's House! Vanilla+! :3 TRUE! DOOR STUCK! Dubious castle safety gigue! Sexo! The numbers, Mason! Don't be so wide about it! MACHINE HEEEEEEEEAAAAAD! Victorius! The grink is here! k/l/l/i/n/g/s/t/a/l/k/i/n/g! GAS GAS GAS! Wimdy! A vision of happiness! Got any grapes? Message over! I MAED A GAM3 W1TH Z0MB1ES 1N IT!!!1 wort wort wort Many such cases! I'm Kilroy! Just walk out! Detach the rear vehicle! SET ME UP! Wrong turn, tin daddy! Woomy! Gensokyo approved! Soup's on, baby! Fly away now! Literally who? Greetings from Germany! Papa Carlo! Superliminal! BAN THIS SICK FILTH King! Ari! Also try SOMA! SOME FOLKS ARE BORN 8 meters! This is most disturbing! Wheey! [Current thing]! Jerry! Welcome back, /v/! >:3 How does he do it? The Paper! 47 diamonds in my diamond account! The hero appears!!! Fly over! SICK RECOVERY The big bow-wow! Guest no. 431! GOODLUCK! CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO! Built from pieces of SR71! §eDe§5su! EEEEASY! Hedgehog stew! Unusual! :yey: Uranium Fever! Chinken nunget! There's friendship in the redstone! Axeil Edition! Beach City approved! §aourple! The Golden Path lies §4everywhere! Don't look at the silver lights The Electro Gypsy! Menacing! Cope! The hero appears!! OH GOD MAH DRILLS! eeeeeh? Also try Outer Wilds! Edith Piaf said it better Where's Reznov? INGERLAAAAAND! Also try Gorogoa! Orgasmic! Pure pare-do! §6It's lightish red! Also try Rain World! Hard Fast §kFaggot §rMaps! Hole approved! HUZZAH! Lost and farting! Selamat pagi! Deploy all units! CHARGE!!! Minute like a pixie! Most certainly! freaks dni! The ride never ends! Lucoa! Not what it says. The bits! The bits! The bits! :african_pensive: §mMother is watching §eH§1e§4l§5v§de§3t§bi§ac§2a §2S§6t§aa§6n§6d§1a§3r§2d Morioh approved! Comforble! Cocky little freaks! Also try Fallow! :pensive: Brillo whales soon! Scratch Perverts! Re-do! MEMORIES BROKEN! 300k starting! Also try sunny-place! tak tak tak ziip! NOW THE WHEELS ARE SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL! Roast beef and cornbread! No sappy lines allowed! With these hands we will rebuild! Also try The Beginner's Guide! Chefs kiss? Get the cool shoeshine! Happens often! Blood crystal obtained! MAKE IT BUN DEM! :hinableh: Also try Northern Journey! Welcome to Quindecim :) ARE YOU WATCHING HEAVEN? Daten City Approved! AS I LIVE! hina hina Nashi! Hack your 3DS! 4 = 2 > 5 > 7 > 3 > 1 > 6 > 8 Butcher is king! und cola! Lost at sea 1803 Bam-ba-lam! §3Aria approved! Seems legit! Easy Breezy! The World Revolving! Air 'em out! I live here? Splendid! Sing your sins! Surprisingly malleable! Comedy gold! §6Anglerfish Dance! Message to de west! Also try Dujanah! dubs Also try Iconoclasts! §aPudgy-Porky!?

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Wine Red

Summary: Cleo and Elijah have their first meeting

I stood across the bar, rinsing the glasses when she walked in. There are so many lounge singers that come in every night but she caught my attention as soon as she walked in. She was so beautiful, she had me in a trance before I even knew her name. I was fucking taken when I heard her sing, though. Her voice was so gorgeous: she was talented, her voice enraptured me. Her voice was like fucking gold, like a drug I needed more of.

“Her name’s Cleo. She’s good, isn’t she? I think this could be new business venture for the bar.” My boss said.

God, even her name was pretty. I barely focused on working, the only thing I wanted to pay attention to was her. She was gorgeous the way diamonds are. She finished her set and my heart fucking fluttered, when she started walking over to the bar.

I don’t know who the bartender is, but God, he looks so good. I saw the way his dreads where pulled back into a bun, the way he smiled so charismatically at all of the other customers. I wanted him to see me perform. I never felt so encaptured by someone before, I don’t even know his name but here I am, and I can’t stop thinking about him. I noticed when I was singing he looked at me. His attention was fully on me, I don’t even think he’s fucking paying attention to the bar anymore. His eyes are so pretty and piercing. It was like I was under a spell. I needed to talk to him.

I walked over to the bar and ordered, I needed the drink for confidence.

“You sounded so good out there. How long have you been singing for?” He said, pouring the vodka into the glass. His voice was so deep but gentle. I had butterflies in my stomach. It was like I was having a crush for the first time.

“About 6 years now. I’ve been doing lounge singing since I graduated high school.”

“From the way you sounded, I would’ve thought you’ve been singing your whole life.”

His name’s Elijah and he’s so charismatic. We talked for what felt ever about everything. We talked about our favorite bands, he told me he’s a Gemini which means we’re twin flames. I told him I just moved here and told me all the best places. I can tell he’s very intelligent by the way he talks. I’m so hooked on him. He’s laughing at all of my jokes, he’s giving me his fall attention. I’m so hooked on him.

“My shift’s almost over but I love talking to you, Cleo. We should talk more over dinner sometime.” He said, writing his number on a piece of paper.

“I’d like that, but do you give your number to all of the lounge singers?” I giggled. I think I sounded so stupid but he seemed amused.

“Just the pretty ones.”

@blowflygrls @sadlonelyyogurt @vommitgirl

#ceanna's writing #cleo davies #elijah matthews #clelijah #ceanna's ocs #cece's ocs

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mightymizora · 6 months

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Tagged by the wonderful @rowanisawriter in this very cool game:

rules: pick up to 10 characters and share one of your favorite lines of dialogue you have ever written for them!

Tagging @thievinghippo @senseandaccountability @leiflitter @commander-krios @persephoning and anybody else who wants to play! It's a good meme!

Going to try and stick to in-game characters, too many lines for my gals.

The Iron Bull, Dragon Age from a fictober prompt

“The things you add, that’s the easy part.” he replied. “The part that’s hard? What you’ve lost to get there. And that’s not always physical. Losing my eye hurt way less than realising that some idiot was willing to take it over something so stupid.”

2. Sten, Dragon Age, Asit tal-eb, the way things are meant to be

“The rain here is… particular.” He knelt beside her, pulling her into his side with a sweep that almost knocked her off her feet. “In Seheron, the rains can be strong enough to sweep you away. It can rain for days. When the night comes and the sun disappears, the cold can get into the bones of any solider, no matter how accomplished he may be.” She could feel the strength of his body against hers, and the warmth of it spreading along her entirety. He looked down on her, his eyes catching the first rays of dawn that hit them from the horizon. “And you, Kadan, are a small and untested thing.”

3. Raleigh Samson, Dragon Age, again a fictober prompt

“That didn’t stop you before,” came the gruff answer as Samson struggled to sit upright. “You were a wet boy with a head full of demons and thought nothing of letting them ravage your command, your charges. So maybe asking yourself if you are is the best thing you’ve done in your poxy command, did you think of that?”

4. Merrill, Dragon Age, An Educational Experience (which I will always regret not finishing!

“Of course, I could be talking about the old Arishok or the new Arishok, or any of the other Arishok’s too I suppose, but I only know the big horny- I mean, the one with all the- and the other one, without the horns. Those are the two I know. I’m not really very well read on Qunari. If there’s even records. I don’t know, I’ve never looked Are there? But I meant the old one, anyway. Not that new one. Who travelled with Mahariel, is that right? The hero of Ferelden, I mean. To me, he’ll always be Mahariel. I can’t imagine him having the patience to be friends with a Qunari. No offense. I mean… He was always very quick to temper, always very passionate, not like… Oh dear, I’ve put my foot in it now. I’m sure you’re very nice. You seem quite nice, Serah The Iron Bull-"

5. Gale Dekarios, BG3, Breath and Rosewater

“You have treated me with nothing but care, with compassion,” he says as he pushes himself up further, his breath heavier just from that small effort. “You have borne things from me that no others would. You have entertained my silly ideas, you have indulged me in a number of ways and shared with me wonderful gifts. You have been an extraordinary surprise to me.”

6. Enver Gortash, BG3, Control

“Let me drape the curve of your hip in the finest silk,” he says, squeezing the flesh of her in a golden hand, the Netherstone tantalisingly in reach. “Let me adorn these blooded fingers with diamonds, with rubies.”

7. Halsin, BG3, The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter

“I no more seek to replace the memory of your husband than you seek to forget him,” Halsin says, pulling away and taking her hand in his. “He lives in you, and I love the presence of him in you. There is no need from me, aside from to be in your company, for as long as you would like it. Even if it is just for this morning.”

8. Jaheira, BG3 The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter

“I am here, Halsin. As I promised I would be. Am I to mount some kind of grand seduction now? Play the coquette?”

9. Sceleritas Fel, BG3, Even if Love

Why yes, Master. He understands that the Black Hand can be cut from the flesh by the instrument of murder! He is right to [apologise]. It was excellently done.

10. And finally, Ketheric Thorm, Bg3, Blood and Bone, Bone and Blood

“If that is what you think care is, child, then I pity you,” he says, as his arms wrap around her one last time.

#thank you!#writing tag #also HOW do I have no Blackwall #so much of my writing is him but it's all really internal lmao #some of it has literally no dialogue #listen I really like qunari #that’s also what I am learning

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solitaire-sol · 7 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Big thanks to @mycupofrum and @lovelymasks for tagging me!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29, though all but one are 500-word microfics so it's not that impressive.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

17,377... which is pretty on-par, given the above.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment, I'm only actively writing and posting Harry Potter fics, though I've written more widely in the past, for many and varied fandoms. Most of it went unpublished, though.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

All but one are oneshot microfics, and all are Prongfoot, of course. None of them have done big numbers, but I cherish every little heart!

this universe of you and me (we'll make ourselves inevitable) [45]

10. Diamond [41]

21. Deprive [25]

22. Lineage [22]

10. Hope [22]

5. Do you respond to comments?

Every comment! I might take a while, depending on how things are going for me, but I don't get a lot so the ones I have are extra-precious. As a commenter, I love it when the author responds so I know I'm not annoying them with my comment, so that's a factor, too.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Um... I guess the second bonus epilogue to 05. North? Since it leads into the canon path for Sirius, which is, as we know, not his best possible timeline.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'm going to go with 16. Cultivate, because it's just kid!Prongsfoot and strongly-implied mutual crushes and nothing bad happens to them after this, okay?? we can pretend, dammit

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, though that's probably due to audience size + wordcount, so not much room to offend or people to be offended. Silver linings!

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! But none that I've published. It's good enough for me, but I don't know if anyone else would like it, and then: Self doubt! Preemptive cringe! And I don't post it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not in a "characters from Thing A meet characters from Thing B" way, but I've done some yet-to-be-published microfics that take HP characters (mostly James and Sirius, obviously) and put them in other settings, like Madoka Magica or Pacific Rim. So... Yes, I guess?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge! Honestly, I think I'd be kind of flattered that anyone would consider my writing worth stealing.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge! Although, like the above, it'd be very flattering if it ever happened.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not unless prose-style roleplaying counts as fanfiction! I'd be interested in trying it, but I have no idea how it would go.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

James/Sirius, Sirius/James, Prongsfoot, Bambibelle, by any other name, they're my overall favorite ship with 99.9% certainty.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

... Anything that's more than a oneshot, yes. It's so much easier to imagine the perfect fic and watch it play out like a mind-movie rather than hauling it out of my brainpan like a deep-sea fisherman wrestling a trophy marlin onto dry land, all typed and edited and posted despite second/third/more thoughts.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like descriptions and scene-setting and lore/worldbuilding, and I've been told that I'm pretty decent at this, so I'd say those? The fact that I've written a lot of microfics without any dialogue whatsoever probably says a lot.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue! Especially in HP, because the intricacies of British English and years of seeing British/Commonwealth opinions on Americans failing to write British characters (in fanfiction, specifically) has me too anxious to try. I have so many modern Prongsfoot ideas that I can't bring myself to attempt due to this, leaving them to rot like fallen leaves in the orchard of my imagination. More generally, I'm terrible at longfics or anything that requires extended effort because the number of spoons I have is variable but usually rounds up to "too few." Then I feel bad because I haven't been writing, etc etc, which is why I've only published microfics.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I don't have any problem with it if it fits; I got really into Poe in middle school and he loves throwing in random non-English quotes without translating it, so I can't begrudge anyone who does it now. I only speak/write in English so that's the language my fics are in.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon. It was based on my first-ever playthrough of Pokemon Blue, but with the "Red" MC replaced by a pseudo-self-insert who spent most of the fic disguised as a boy/her own deceased twin brother whose soul was somehow inside of her for... some reason. (Note: I don't have a twin brother.) I wouldn't learn what fanfiction was for at least a few more years, but I'm pretty sure that was my first.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I once did a novelization of an obscure JRPG that rewrote huge chunks of the game, improved characterization, closed plot holes and fixed the terrible English translation, as well as expanding the world and lore. It had an actual physical folder dedicated to all my notes and I had plans for an even bigger sequel. Sadly, I only posted the first chapter before my computer died and I lost everything on it (back up your work, kids!), and I subsequently lost most of my notes in a move. I'm not sure if this is a subconscious contributor to why I've only written short-form things since then, but I have fond if wistful feelings about it anyway-- Like my fanfic lost Lenore.

#tag game #writing #fanfiction #fics by sol #well this isn't an actual fic but it's about my fics #prongsfoot #bambibelle

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Poker Face

Summary: Sans kills some time in a casino playing BlackJack, then finds a better game to play. (Kustard Mafiafell AU for day 7 of Kustard month: games.)

Warnings: a bit of making out and implied sex, but nothing too spicy

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45759070

Or below the cut:

Sans reached out and carefully tilted the edge of the card, barely moving it up enough to peek at the number and suit at the top of it. He carefully put the card down again, keeping a neutral expression. The dealer had finished giving everyone else their cards, and he carefully studied the expressions of everyone in front of him. Being a Judge came with perks sometimes, though it did make these games a bit more boring.

Admittedly, Sans didn’t usually play BlackJack. He preferred other card games where it was more difficult to count the cards, or there were more possible hands. The seat had been free tonight though, and Sans had at least an hour to kill.

At least he started off with one of the riskier hands; a King and a 7. Surely not enough to win unless the dealer busted, but high enough that taking on more cards would be a risk. When the dealer picked up the deck and looked at Sans, he glanced at the pile of chips sitting to his right, then at the small stack he had bet on this round.

Eh, it wasn’t much to lose. Plus, if he had guessed right, it would be pretty impressive.

“Hit.”

The dealer silently flipped up another card: the 3 of diamonds. Now that was a strong hand. He did the mental math, but the chance of getting an ace was too small, even if one wasn’t visible on the table. Better to hold back, and make the dealer sweat.

“Stand.”

The dealer nodded and turned to the next person, who had been pretty nervous about their hand. They took a hit and busted immediately, with two face cards and a 4. The next player had a king facing up, and didn’t take any cards. The third took two cards, and the fourth took one. Only the one who had stayed looked confident in their hand, though.

It was finally the dealer’s turn. The dealer only had a 3 showing, so he obviously took a hit. He turned up a 6. His face was pretty impassable, but Sans noted a minor twitch. He probably had eighteen or nineteen; if he had 20, he would be confident and ready to rake in the cash.

The dealer took a hit, and turned up a 5. Busted, just like he had planned. The player who had stayed also had 20, so he hadn’t single-handedly broken the dealer, but he had probably helped.

As Sans collected his chips, he heard heavy footsteps behind him. A familiar crackle of magic filled the air, but he just kept calmly gathering up his chips and stacking them. The person in the cage had seemed confused when he had asked for a full chip holder when he had only taken out two stacks of ten-dollar tokens, but it was almost totally full now.

A large, clawed hand rested on Sans’ shoulder, and a familiar gruff voice spoke. “Hey buddy, what’ve you got there?”

“Ah, nothing much. Just my chips,” Sans said, the corners of his mouth inevitably twitching up into a grin.”

“Why don’t we take those and go have a talk in the back?”

Everyone else sitting at the table watched the monster behind him with undisguised fear, and Sans felt him straighten his shoulders more. The guy really towered over him; even when Sans stood up, his shoulder barely reached the monster’s stomach. He gave the table one last wave, then took his winnings and carried them into the back. The hand stayed on his shoulder the whole time, but the large phalanges weren’t digging into him too roughly, so Sans left it alone.

He was marched through a side door, down a staff hallway, and finally, into a small office. He stumbled as he was pushed inside, nearly dropping his chips.

“Hey, what was that for?” He asked, turning to the taller monster, who was locking the door.

Red glared back at him, his eyelids glowing brightly in the dim fluorescent light. He had ditched his suit jacket somewhere, but the rest of his clothing was perfectly in place, highlighting just how big and tall he was. The black and red suit might be cliche, but Sans had to admit, it looked great. He glanced down at his own attire, then smiled at Red. In his defence, his black shirt with orange flames blended right in with the tourists, who were the majority of the casino’s customers.

“You know damn well what it’s for.” Red grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring down at Sans. “You know, if this keeps up, management is going to ban you. Then you’re going to have to wait for me at the bus stop.”

Sans doubted that Red would really make him wait outside for him, but he didn’t want to say that out loud. Red might be kind to him, but he was also one of the most stubborn monster Sans had ever met, and he would absolutely do it out of spite.

He lifted the chips and shook them playfully. “It’s not my fault your games aren’t rigged enough to make me lose. Get better dealers.”

Red sighed, rolling his eyelights. “You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?”

Sans snorted. “You don’t even have an ass.”

Instead of continuing their banter, Red grabbed him and picked him up by his ribcage. His fingers pressed firmly against Sans’ ribs, pushing his silky shirt into the crevices. “I guess I’m going to have to keep you out of trouble myself.”

The holder fell to the floor, and chips scattered everywhere with a beautiful plastic rattling noise. He barely had time to place his hands on top of Red’s before their teeth were pressed together. His eye sockets widened, but he didn’t struggle for too long. Even if this was sudden, he wouldn’t pass up the chance to make out with his bonefriend.

Everything about Red was bigger, including his tongue. It had been awkward at first, but now Sans’ soul only thrummed in excitement as he felt it push between his teeth into his mouth. Red was in a dominant mood tonight, barely letting him respond to the kiss as he squeezed Sans’ ribcage. Sans wrapped his legs around Red’s waist, trying his best to hold on tight. His shirt was pretty thin, and he shivered as those strong, rough phalanges dragged back and forth over his ribs, rubbing the sensitive line running down the front of them.

Finally, Red broke the kiss. He tried to lean in again, but Red just tilted his head up to stay out of the way.

“I think it’s time you learned your lesson.” Red said, shifting to hold him one-handed. His free hand went to Sans’ lower spine, teasingly tracing over the sensitive vertebrae with a claw that was far too gentle.

“Here?” Sans asked, not necessarily unwilling, just surprised.

For all his vices, Red usually insisted on keeping this particular pleasure separate from his business. Though Sans knew not all of the back rooms in this place had cameras, Red had insisted that he needed to stay focused and alert at work. No problemo, that was why he had started visiting the tables in the first place, so he could distract himself while waiting for his bonefriend to finish cracking skulls, or whatever he did to manage security for all their shady dealings.

Red just chuckled, Sans felt the familiar pull of a shortcut. It seemed like their dinner plans had changed, and he didn’t mind one bit. He knew this game better than blackjack, and no matter what position he was in, he would always win.

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