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flannelepicurean · 4 months

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Fic Excerpt: Holiday Rush

Okay. So. Not that long ago, I started finally doing a Coffee Shop AU in the DBZ space, and it got completely out of hand (like they do) and became a dystopian-humor meditation on corporate customer service work, with light smut. Also, the latter half of it turned into a Christmas/holiday special, because...it got completely out of hand, and by then, it made PERFECT SENSE for Frieza to put them under an insane holiday sales rush challenge with the abolition of the heinous indentured servitude contracts for Raditz and Vegeta as the year-end prize.

I have NOT finished the entire piece in time for this Christmas, because there is A LOT of it, and I hope to have it completed in time for next year.

But SWEET BABY GOKU IN A GODDAMN MANGER, I really, REALLY need y'all to come with me on the journey of "Goku's 'True Meaning of Christmas' Speech, and the Subsequent 'Spirit Bomb of Social Media' Event" moment. AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!😂😂😂

Here go:

Goku grumbles a fierce, “This isn’t right,” and turns off the blender.

Vegeta’s heart stops. The floor tilts. “Goku,” he pleads, “Goku, no...wait...don’t go! DON’T LEAVE US, GOKU!”

Goku marches out from behind the counter, heedless of Vegeta’s anguished wailing, strides to the center lounge, kicks a stack of magazines from a low, circular table in the Chipper Chat & ChillⒸ Zone, and leaps atop it. Waves to Puar at the DJ station, and raises his hands as a triple volley of air horn sound effects blares throughout the shop.

In the stuttering hush that descends, Goku calls out, “WOULD YOU PEOPLE LOOK AT YOURSELVES?!”

“Goddammit,” Raditz whimpers into Vegeta’s hair.

“Chums,” Goku pleads, “this isn’t Chipper! This isn’t Cheerful! This isn’t holiday! Don’t you see what’s happening? Can’t you see what you’re doing?”

A portly gentleman in the crush by the front snaps, “I’m trying to get a fucking coffee!”

Goku flings a double-underline of athletic arms and emphatic palms toward the counter, hits the customer with a heartfelt, “And they’re trying to give it to you! Don’t you understand?” He looks around at the crowd, reminds them, “A lot of you are regulars here! You know these guys! They’re YOUR guys! And you’re their Chums! But you’re not acting very Chums right now, you’re acting like dicks!”

Vegeta slumps forward, rests his forehead in his hands with a massive sigh, and Raditz follows, keening against the top of Vegeta’s head.

Goku explains, “Okay...you may not know this, but these guys are corporate wage slaves—and I mean literally, it is only just barely technically not illegal, but I’m telling you, I’ve seen the paperwork, and it is fucked up. But you know what? They still come in here every day—EVERY DAY—and try to give you a good experience!”

A green-skinned guy swathed in black, with heavy eyeliner and skull-shaped beads stacked up his antennae quips, “What about the pointy one?”

Goku raises an eyebrow. “Vegeta?” Sweeps a puzzled gaze over the crowd. “I mean, he’s always been pretty cool.”

A woman in a festive sweatshirt with blinking lights fires back, “OH, NO HE HAS NOT!”

Vegeta lifts a weary gaze and heaves a deflated “Hey, I’m trying, okay?” over the counter.

Goku points out, “And I’ve seen some really good comments on the customer satisfaction survey cards, so it seems like that’s working out, huh?”

A throaty voice only a little like Bulma’s calls out, “Yo, he didn’t even yell at that dude who just said he was shitty!” from somewhere near her position in the throng.

Heads perk up in the crowd. A ripple of chatter begins anew, with more question marks than exclamation points.

Goku’s fingers flex as though preparing to fly across a whole fleet of blender buttons. His frame begins a subtle bounce on the balls of his feet as he calls out, louder, “And Raditz assistant manages the heck outta this place! If you were in literal corporate bondage, would you spend extra time keepin’ it fun?” He throws a wide shrug at the assembled patrons, inquires, “Who here hasn’t enjoyed at least one wild specialty drink at Chipper Cup?” Aims a finger into the mass of holiday shoppers, rings out, “You! You there! Bro with the phone!”

Vegeta’s voice clamors, “Yeah, please stop filming this, Phone Bro,” just as Goku continues, with twinkling zeal, “Didn’t you show up like a hundred times for the Cotton-Eye Joe?”

“Yeah,” the man answers, with a wry twist of expression that slews the crisp shape of his goatee, “that thing was gross as fuck, dude.”

Goku returns a wilding grin. “But it was funny. Right?”

The man pauses, wide-eyed. Then drops his head and slips his phone into the pocket of his down vest with a contrite, “...Yeah.”

“And you started that viral video challenge because of it!” Goku chimes into the space. Demands, “How many new followers did you get from that?” and immediately steams on, “This is what I’m saying, people! The guys at Chipper Cup don’t just serve it up hot, and chill, and smooth, and whipped, and steamy, and—”

Vegeta snaps, “Goku!”

Goku shouts, “They spread cheer!”

A bouncy co-ed with tinsel worked into her nearly floor-length twists, and a parade of glitter dazzling above her wide, dark eyes squeals, “And that’s the true meaning of Christmas!”

Goku pauses. Considers. Responds, “Well...kinda. But NO!” He whirls toward a new zone of the sales flow floor set, his face a grim citadel. “The true meaning of Christmas is CORPORATE CONSUMERISM. For the people you love!” He pulls his fists against his chest, presses the shoppers with his earnest insistence, “And everybody out here loves those two handsome, hardworking baristas back there... So come on and start corporate consuming so we can save their Christmas!”

The shop erupts in a resonant clamor of cheering.

Goku raises his arms aloft, commands, “Faithful ChumsⒸ of Chipper CupⒸ! Lend us your social media! Reach out deep...far into your networks! Give us your hashtags! Post your selfies! Take pictures of your beverages! Send them to EVERYONE YOU KNOW! Boost our signal, Chums! Raise our Chipper Cheer Championship ChartⒸ levels! Like to charge! REBLOG TO CAST!” Phone cameras strobe and dazzle like fireworks as he bellows, “FILL THIS COFFEE SHOP WITH HOLIDAY SPIRIT!”

“Oh shit,” Vegeta mutters, a sheen of sweat catching crystal chill from the open door.

Raditz grips his shoulders briefly, fires a determined, “We can do this, we got this,” and marches to the counter. Gestures for Bulma, instructs, “Stay close for a sec.” Snags Goku by the front of his apron as he jogs back toward the smoothie station, proclaims, “If we pull this off, you son of a bitch, I have no idea what I’m gonna do, but until then, no more wild cards. You gotta do exactly what I say, got it?”

Goku beams back a snappy, “Yes, sir!”

Raditz sweeps an arm over the full team, “That goes for everybody! We’re about to get the holiday rush of the century up in here, ‘all hands on deck’ doesn’t even begin to cover it! But we’ve all put in too much work, and we’ve come too far, and we’re this close, we’re this close, and we’re not gonna give up! And let’s be real—that was a great speech, Goku, but it’s gonna get ugly in here, and we gotta keep ahead of it.” He shakes his head, lays down a grave, “There’s no backup coming. There’s no clocking out early. We’re not gettin’ out on time, we’re not gettin’ overtime, or holiday pay, or any of that. We’re down to the wire.” He decrees, “This is it. But we’re a team. We can do this.”

Vegeta’s features settle from apprehensive tension to a kind of thoughtful admiration. “You...you really are a hell of an assistant manager, Raditz,” he affirms.

Raditz looks over the gathering throng with grim determination. Squares his shoulders and rumbles, “Not tonight.” He vaults over the counter and stands tall in front of the milling crowd. Declares, “Tonight...I’m gonna manage!”

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skyeblue8 · 9 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐯𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 (𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬)

Whether or not you're all familiar with the Webcomic, Lore Olympus is an award-winning comic created by Rachel Smythe that's essentially about a modern retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth with various other Gods and references in it, and what not. And, assuming you have a critical eye when it comes to writing, it's has become wildly disliked and even hated by a lot of critics and former fans due to the butchering of myths and gods (and a religion), unlikeable characters, poor character design, poorer handling of sensitive topics like SA and racism, and overall the author's inability to listen and take critism that would've helped her improve.

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The reason I bring this up at all is because I have the nagging fear that Helluva Boss and, by extension, Hazbin Hotel, are going to be doomed to fall into the same pit of failure as Lore Olympus is, mainly due to a nagging pattern that I've noticed between the two:

The Writers. The two are relatively close in age and, in my opinion, immaturity in writing as evidenced by the various plot inconsistencies, character treatment and development, and poor world-building established in both media. On top of that, however, both have a significantly bad reception to criticism of their work in any way, shape, or form. We've seen this before in how Viv herself states that she's been told that she can't take criticism well since she was 17.

Now, it's one thing to have these claims as a teenager, it's another to have them as a fully grown adult and not learn to mature past this issue by now. The number one issue with ignoring criticism for so long, especially in your very popular work, is that eventually, it's going to show. Sooner or later, many of your fans, regardless of how they felt about your work prior, are gonna notice small flaws that gradually become bigger and more glaring the longer they are ignored.

Time and time again, this issue has arisen in Rachel Smythe's work, both in design:

As well as writing...

Speaking of which, I'm beginning to see a similarity in their writing issues in the fact that, evidently, neither creator had/has any set plan for how their stories are gonna be told. Readers of LO have seen that from the frequent additions of various, random plots with the previously established plots having not been concluded in a meaningful or tactful way, and we see this with Vivzie and Season 2.

Going off this, both Vivzie and Smythe show blatant favoritism towards their main characters or love interests that prevent other characters from having their own development (i.e., Millie), as well as keeps the main couple from having any sort of flaws that the audience would perceive as truly bad, thus removing any nuance to them.

We see this in Persephone and her character:

And we see the same with Stolas and Blitzo, mainly in regards to Stolas' past and situation with Stella, as well as Blitzø's own past as we're made to constantly feel bad for him despite him not being the victim. It's made worse since we've yet to know what he did to every single person he's wronged, but, for that, I'm willing to give the benefit of the doubt until we see more of Season 2.

Lastly, and probably the most glaring thing for me, both Smythe and Vivize take inspiration from real-world religions (RS –> Greek Polytheism; Vivzie –> Christianity/Demonology). These religions are both widespread in their popularity and, thus, are important to millions around the world. Because of this, both should surely have a sense of obligation to not bastardize the stories and characters they referenced in their work and/or should make their likeness relatively similar to their original works so others who know of it are familiar with the characters.

Both creators have failed to do so at some point in time and have gone so far as to push the blame on their audience rather than admit fault and work to improve.

Viv with Beelezbub

And Smythe with Persephone and the other gods/Goddesses:

Worst yet, both use social media as a means of weaponizing their fanbase against those who have a few critiques about each work of media. Now, what I can say for Viv is that the severity of these issues hasn't fully hit her yet, whereas Smythe, despite her awards, is feeling the brunt of her poor writing choices from former fans and readers. While Helluva Boss is more new and doesn't hold as much overwhelming significance to me, I've been with Hazbin Hotel since the beginning before the pilot even aired.

It's because of this that my greatest concern is that if Viv doesn't start seeing through these issues within Helluva Boss and, really, herself, then both shows may be doomed to fail, without Hazbin airing in its entirety. Worse yet, it would be a major blow for fellow indie creators who look up to her as an inspiration, so I really hope she doesn't reach RS's level of infamy in her work. 🙏

*PS: For a better Lore Olympus's viewing experience, I recommend this:

#helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel critique #anti lo #Youtube #anti vivziepop #anti lore olympus

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kingjaffejoffer · 1 year

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I watch NBA league pass religiously and have noticed a disturbing trend- a lot of teams regional announcers are fucking racist and it manifests in wildly inaccurate criticisms of good players. Best example being former Player and elite dumbass Wally Sczerbiak calling Tyrese Haliburton a “wannabe allstar” and basically a fraud. Wally should know a good player when he sees one. So when he says something like that about a guy who is widely accepted as one of the best young players it’s telling. The comment also sounded weirdly personal so there’s that too. Another thing I’m noticing is that the same announcers that make weird inaccurate comments about players also ALL favor Jokic as this year’s MVP. Jokic is unbelievable, and for what it’s worth if he keeps on this trajectory, niggas are going to forget about Dirk as the best European player ever. BUT- MVP is a political award and you have to be on a top 4 team to have a chance at winning it because white Nerd writers with MVP votes said so. Denver is in first in the west but any of the 5 Western conf teams behind them could EASILY turn their lights out in the playoffs because after Jokic, Denver relies too heavily on players that are overrated (Murray, Gordon, Hyland, and especially Porter). Denver certainly isn’t better than Boston or Milwaukee… which brings me to my final point- Giannis and Jayson Tatum are the actual front runners for MVP, but white voters/ regional announcers are just waiting for an excuse to remove them both from the race. Watch how this shit plays out…any and all excuses will be made for Jokic despite Denver’s inevitable collapse and soon to be exposed short comings. I fucking hate how the NBA allows for history to be altered via unrefined, outdated MVP voting. It’s got niggas acting like Steve Nash was a better player than Kobe, Shaq, Olajuwon, Malone, etc.

unrelated and random- Jordan Poole in his final form is gonna be so fucking crazy! He has Dame’s tool bag (range, confidence, ability to finish at the rim)+ more height that keeps Dame from advancing to the next tier of super star. He also has a Kyrie-esque counter package that very, very, very few other players posses. When Klay finally goes to another team or becomes 6th man permanently shit is gonna get really fun.

Messages like these are right up my alley! I watch the NBA every day. I don't have league pass officially but I've been pirating since I was a literal child so it's nothing.

I agree with you about just about everything. I hate how the MVP race has turned into this year-long media event / content machine. There's no fucking reason an "MVP Ladder" should even be the subject of conversation in December. Journalists and media personalities craft narratives for whoever they want to win and spend the year rallying a base. I hate it.

Most local team Homer broadcasts are unlistenable, have you ever heard the Celtics? 🤮🤮🤮

As exciting as Poole is offensively, until he can significantly improve on defense and decisionmaking he will be second fiddle to Klay in crunch time when it matters. Kerr values experience and trust more than anything when it matters. You can see that by the short 8-man playoff rotations.

But yeah Pooles creativity with the ball is amazing. This really is his time to shine right now with Steph out. I'm rooting for him.

Also... Only 4 teams are actually competing for a title this year: Golden State, Boston, Milwaukee, and with luck the 4th slot can be Brooklyn or Philly.

The rest of these teams are completely unserious to me. Especially Phoenix and Memphis.

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waywardstraysau · 1 year

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Stalker

By Mod Nightmare

Part 1

DT acquires two devoted “followers” that fight each other for his approval through the age old pastime of stalking.

He refuses to call them his kids, but they are, in fact, his kids.

…….

The evening air was crisp and fresh, a very nice change from home, no matter which one I referred to. The sun was just beginning to set, and the shadows were already stretching out to swallow up whatever they could reach.

This made traversing the long corridors of the school a much simpler affair. No need to look out to pick and choose what shadow to flit to, I could stay submersed in the comforting darkness and travel wherever I wished, as quickly as I wished, with no need to stop.

Yet, I stopped frequently.

After all, when people thought they were alone, you could learn some pretty juicy information just from observing them, or listening in on hushed conversations over their shoulders, with nobody the wiser about your presence. I knew a lot more about the goings on of the student body than people gave me credit for, but out of respect, most of the things I learned, I kept to myself.

Unless it was something hilarious, like Cunningham getting his scarf caught on a ceiling light playing Spider-Man, then getting stuck in an awkward position for thirty minutes trying to free himself. But hey, when you play stupid games and win the dumbass medal instead of a Darwin Award, somebody’s gonna talk about it.

The genuine laughter I got out of Jack from the story made telling it all the sweeter.

That evening, however, I happened upon a rather interesting find in the form of a bespectacled kid with large glasses and a trench coat, talking about… me, or at least the concepts of alternate timelines I brought with me. The boy was younger than I was, maybe in his early preteens, walking with an even younger girl who didn’t seem to be listening to his infodump, too wrapped up in her gaming system.

Siblings, if I had to guess, otherwise I didn’t think the creepy girl would be seen anywhere near the older boy.

“Seriously, this could change everything we know about the universe as a whole, Gaz! Just, consider it! How many timelines are out there? What produces them?” he blabbed, scribbling in a notebook that was clearly a work in progress, but had some interesting tidbits from what I could read over his shoulder. “I wish I knew about this discovery sooner! If only my request to be put in older kids group hadn’t been denied, I would’ve been one of the first to know!”

“What would that have accomplished? Last time I checked, you didn’t even know that a witch even attended this school until, like, today,” the creepy girl, Gaz?, hissed, rather coldly, and I found myself wrinkling my nose in sheer distain. The utter hostility in her tone did not improve my impression of her. “Then you scared him off with your questions, so I DOUBT any other version of him would give you the time of day”

“… at least you listened to me this time,” the boy responded, looking visibly beaten down as he put his pencil into his book, tucking it in his little trench coat, “And, as always, you’re probably right, the rush job on my interrogation probably squandered any chances I had of performing my own investigation”

“Thank the stars for that, you become insufferable when you fixate on the paranormal,” the girl scoffed, turning off into another corridor, still wrapped up in her game.

The boy did not follow. If “Gaz” noticed, she didn’t seem to care, walking out of sight without any further commentary.

The hallway fell silent after a few moments, the sounds of the girl’s game having faded into nothing. The boy simply sighed and scuffed his boot against the ground, looking downtrodden, if not crushed by the other’s words.

“Geez, that girl has issues,” I hummed casually, startling the shit out of the kid as I stepped into the corridor proper, ruffling his rather oddly styled hair, “Should’ve sought me out first, kid, I would’ve gladly answered some questions if I had time.”

The boy stared up at me wide eyed when I withdrew my hand, taking in my appearance.

“You- you’re-“

“The alternate timeline Hunter you were just talking about, yes,” I hummed, drawing a circle in the air. The boy flinched as his notebook flew out of his pocket and hovered in front of me, snapping open so I could leaf through it a bit. “You’ve got some nice notes here, better than any so-called “professional” I’ve run across. Well, except Ford, but that guy has like thirty years of experience on you.”

“Ford let you see his notes?!” the boy asked excitedly, ignoring my compliment and making no move to get his journal back.

“Well, no, I tend to read over his shoulder a lot when I can,” I hummed, raising my eyebrow at a sketch of what looked to be a rather gory vivisection of a small green figure, who was screaming in pain. I chose to ignore it as I turned over to the next page, where there was a diagram of a little blue robot in some kind of green animal costume, which I turned around to show the younger boy. “What’s this supposed to be? I haven’t seen anything like it here”

“…. Do you want a short explanation or do you have time for a long story?” the kid asked, tilting his head. I chuckled, letting him take the book back before I sat down against the wall next to him.

“I got nowhere to be”

…………

Zim had a follower.

The invader was unsure when it had started, but recently, an oddly colored earth beast had started tailing him. It didn’t matter where he decided to go, if he felt he was being watched, he simply had to turn around, and there it was.

Staring.

It had become so unnerving, he’d started threatening the beast with whatever weaponry he had on hand.

Yet it seemed unfazed. Disinterested. As if the might of Irken military grade weaponry was no threat to it.

Not even when it was actively being shot at. The creature would just seem to vanish, only to show up later and resume its staring.

Zim could swear it looked amused in those instances.

As if he was being toyed with.

Played for a fool.

At this point, the invader was becoming truly unnerved. Especially since the creature had started infiltrating buildings, showing up in different rooms around Skool, just out of reach for any curious or fascinated children who might wish to touch it, calling it “cute” and “fluffy”.

Disgusting.

The situation came to a head when Zim walked into his underground base to find the creature had broken in and was now sitting on his computers dashboard.

“HOW?!” the Irken screeched, spreading his palms out towards the creature that continued to stare him down, unfazed by his yelling. Disturbed, and a bit freaked out by the set of magenta eyes gleaming in the dim light, the Irken whirled around and screamed to the ceiling. “COMPUTER! How did that beast get in here!? Who gave it access!?”

“Access was not granted, the creature showed up approximately two earth hours ago with no discernible point of entry,” Zim’s occasionally snarky AI replied, which did not alleviate the his discomfort in the slightest, “It proceeded to wander around the base in your absence, and any measures taken to remove or incinerate the intruder proved futile”

Zim swore in his most natural language, whirling back around and stomping over to the dashboard, slamming his hands down on the flat surface and meeting the creatures gaze head on.

“I bet you play me as a fool in your simple little mind, don’t you?” he hissed, baring his teeth at the stoic creature, “Computer, run a deep scan on this thing, I want to know about everything you find”

The invader held eye contact while the scan processed, not even daring to blink, knowing that if he did, the little menace would take the opportunity to disappear on him again before he could get answers. The beast did not speak, but he knew it had to be hiding something, as no earth creature aside from the Dib came close to breaking into his base, yet the little monster had managed to do what no other could.

“Scan Complete. Species Designation: Unknown. Appears to not be of biological origin,” the AI finally spoke up, and with the announcement, the creature diverted its gaze away from the Irken, appearing almost… startled.

The invader took the opportunity to attempt to grab at the creature, to be rid of it for good, but just as his claws made contact with its fur, it jumped back with an angry hiss, clawing at his hands and managing to nick the skin. The Irken hissed and withdrew from his attempt to grab the beast, cradling his bleeding hand.

“Filthy animal” he growled, ordering a limb on his PAK to hand him a weapon, but before he could draw it out, the now infuriated beast snarled and vanished, its final cry echoing around the cavernous lair.

Zim was finally alone, a relief he didn’t know he needed. With a deep sigh, he let himself relax for the first time in days, sinking into the chair that came up behind him.

“Sir, there is one other thing,” his AI spoke up, shattering the silence, much to Zim’s annoyance.

“I swear by the Tallest-“

“There were traces of DNA from multiple humans in the creature’s fur, four have brought back hits from Earths various medical and criminal databases,” the computer continued, unperturbed by his masters annoyance, and Zim sat up with interest as the files were pulled up on screen, “Qi Xiaotion, an underage Chinese citizen who went missing fourteen years ago, pronounced dead twelve years ago. Jackson Spicer, underage dual citizen of both China and America, went missing six months ago, has a criminal record involving multiple counts of vandalism. Luz Noceda, underage American Citizen, no further information, and finally-“

…………..

Dib was having a rather good time as of late.

The young paranormal investigator never really had anyone in his life who actually wanted him to talk about his interests, not counting the school therapist, Sasha. Usually, everyone just wanted him to be quiet, finding his mere presence a nuisance, even if they never actually voiced that.

So when the shadow-y Hunter popped up that one day a few weeks before, interested in him and his research journal, he’d ended up spending hours telling stories of his hometown. From his fights with Zim, the alien hellbent on conquering earth despite his increasingly obvious incompetence, to the sad tale of chickenfoot, the man trapped in a mascot costume for decades. It went on so long, the sun had gone down, yet the older boy hadn’t seemed to mind.

Since then, Hunter would show up almost daily to talk with him, sometimes disguised as another student or an animal. Whether it be the paranormal or just how Dib’s day was going, he was always friendly and willing to listen. Hunter even asked his own questions about Dib’s life and research entries if he didn’t feel like he had anything interesting to say. If that didn’t produce any meaningful conversation, he’d turn into a small animal and demand Dib set up an obstacle course for him in the pillow fort room to run, as a kind of game

That day was one of those occasions, the teenager had taken the form of a particularly fluffy cat, the same shades of purple that his hair was, with a little flame-like pattern at the end of its tail. Hunter had built himself up a rather impressive tower of pillows using nothing but his paws, playing a game of trying to trick Dib into giving away what could be expected from the course from upon his perch. Dib, in turn, had to answer every question posed to him, without giving away anything about what his construction would entail.

In DT’s opinion, it was a genius way to teach others how to keep their information to themselves in an interrogative scenario. He’d played a similar game with his own King, before…

Nope.

Still a raw wound of loss there. He wasn’t dumb enough to prod at something so fresh.

“You know, I think you’re the only guy who’s actually listened to me when I talked about Zim being an alien,” Deb mentioned, bringing the teen witch back to reality. He flicked an ear as the young boy kept talking, sounding a little defeated. “People just thought I was crazy-“

“Are you shi- kidding me!?” Hunter interrupted, jumping up with a hiss and causing Dib to knock over part of the course in surprise. The witch had never shown such raw emotion, it really caught the young investigator off guard as he turned to stare at the cat, who was fluffed up with an angry tail twitch. “¿Tenían la cabeza en el culo?! I saw ONE picture and even I could tell that kid wasn’t REMOTELY human!”

“Well, I’ve always suspected-“

Dib did not get to finish whatever he was about to say.

In an instant, a flurry of green had busted through a wall, grabbing Dib by the collar of his shirt as it rose up on spindly metal legs, snarling with the fury of the scorned.

“I KNEW YOU HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT BEAST!” Zim shrieked, having somehow broken into the school without anyone catching him, shaking the bespectacled boy like a ragdoll, “Your little pet has been harassing me for WEEKS, you insufferable WORM!”

“What are you- I don’t have a pet!” Dib shouted back, squirming as a gun came out of the PAK, aimed directly at the center of his forehead.

“YOU LIE!” the Irken screeched, charging his weapon up to fire-

Then was promptly choke slammed into the opposing wall, forcing the invader to drop Dib before his skull slammed against the plaster, leaving a sizable dent that left him out cold.

The invader fell limply to the floor as Hunter released his head, staring at his unmoving form with distain.

“How did he even find me?” Dib finally spoke up after a few moments, unnervingly quiet.

“I broke into his base,” Hunter admitted, lightly kicking at the limp body to check for consciousness, “Little shit probably put a tracker on me or something before I left”

“Why were you-“

“I was trying to make him think he was losing his mind, or have others think he was crazy,” Hunter admitted, grabbing the invader by the PAK and lifting him up in the air, his whole body still limp, “A kind of mental torture, I was pretty pissed when you told me about the “Organ Harvest” incident at your school, figured he deserved some consequences for it”

“Why didn’t you just kill him, then?” Dib questioned, tilting his head as Hunter slung the invader over his shoulder, stepping over some pillows that had been strewn about, heading for the door. “Hunter?”

The young witch had stopped at the door, quiet for a few moments, before turning his head to speak to Dib again.

“… You have a lot to learn about the world, Dib. Be glad you’ve been able to see everything in black and white for this long,” he finally replied, magenta eyes downcast and… almost sad. “Tell Stanford that Zim broke in, I’ll be in Jack’s lab.”

With that, Hunter vanished, leaving the young investigator in solitary quiet.

#wayward strays au #wayward strays #the owl house #toh hunter #hunter toh #wayward tides #dib membrane #zim iz #DT the teen dad lmao

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inconsistentcharacterizationcomp · 11 months

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Actually, you know what? Gonna include the developers statement from The Final Hours of Portal 2 as well:

“Given the late edition of the paint mechanic and the ongoing challenges with the plot, Portal 2 wasn’t going to be ready for release in November as planned. On June 9, Valve put out a press statement from Aperture Science to announce the “release date restructuring process.” 2011 was the new target, hopefully early in the year.”

“Valve is also known for best-of-breed storytelling. But as the summer of 2010 began, the writing team on Portal 2 was still behind the eight ball. More than 60 test chambers had been designed by the cabals, but most were missing the dialogue necessary to tie settings and story together. “Critical path is a bad place to be, and the entire team was staring at Erik (Wolpaw) waiting for him to come through with the story.” Remembers Newell. Then he jokes “It was very entertaining for the rest of us.”

“Wolpaw, who had successfully completed a series of three surgeries that dramatically improved his health, was feeling the pressure. In team meetings, he’d slide down in his chair and pull his t-shirt up and over the top of his nose, breathing through the fabric. You could tell he wanted to disappear. But he couldn’t. Significant dialogue needed to be written, and sometimes, what was there just wasn’t good enough.”

“Flow was lacking when it came to the plot. On every Valve project there comes a time for Overwatch, the “übercabal,” to move in. Comprised of the most senior Valve employees, Overwatch plays through the game and answers one question: Is it going to hit the quality bar fans expect from Valve? The Overwatch review started in late August 2010 and the feedback was generally positive. Some gameplay tweaks needed to be made, including the removal of the pneumatic diversity vents, giant tubes that weren’t working well in test chambers. The feedback on the story, however, was much more direct: The continuity wasn’t quite there. The pacing needed to be tweaked and the ending had yet to be written. “Make the game one complete thought” was the official feedback to the writers. As GLaDOS might put it, the story was still receiving an unsatisfactory mark on its official testing record. To the outside world, Portal 2 was winning awards at gaming conventions and seemed destined to be another megahit. But inside Valve, the stress was mounting. Portal 2 was only months from being released and it still needed an ending.”

— The Final Hours of Portal 2

#propaganda #wheatley propaganda

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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and the winner is... ~ eminem

word count: 1784

request?: yes!

“hey, love your writing sm ❤️ I really like the concept where the reader is a young actress with Eminem, so can I request one where they go to Marshall’s award show for the first time publicly, they try to keep it low key but the reader presents an award and when Em wins they share a warm moment on stage and the media loses it? thanks in advance”

description: in which they say they’re going to be lowkey for their first public appearance as a couple, and then he wins the award she’s presenting

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It was hard to keep my hands off of Marshall as we walked down the red carpet. It was our first public outing as a couple, but Marshall wasn’t very into PDA so we had decided to keep it somewhat lowkey. It seemed like a good idea in theory, until Marshall did the unthinkable and showed up dressed in a suit. How am I supposed to not jump his bones when he looks damn fine in a suit?

Every time I so much as glanced at him the paparazzi would go crazy. So many flashing lights that eventually I was seeing spots. It was hard to keep smiling when I couldn’t even see ahead of me.

Marshall put an arm around my waist - which of course led to more flashing lights - and walked me off the red carpet into the venue. The minute I walked through the doors into the dimly lit room, it really was like I couldn’t see. I had to take a minute to let my eyes adjust to the sudden light change.

“Weird how quickly I go from basically a nobody on a red carpet to a hot commodity just because I have attractive arm candy,” I joked.

A half smile tugged at Marshall’s lips. “You were never a nobody. Not to me anyways.”

“Awe, that’s so sweet it’s kind of gross,” I teased.

This earned me an actual laugh as Marshall pulled me in for a kiss. Without any prying eyes around, we felt free to actually be a couple.

We engaged with some others in the industry, including those Marshall considered to be close friends of his. I felt out of place at this music award show as an actress who was still trying to become more than just a side character in the movies she starred in. I was grateful to have Marshall there to help me through it.

When we took our seats as the show was starting, Marshall reached over to take my hand. “Are you okay?”

I shrugged. “Nervous I think. Which I shouldn’t be because it’s just me announcing an award, but it’s my first time on an award show stage for any reason, and it’s a pretty big award.”

“And it’s one I’m nominated for.”

I looked over at Marshall with wide eyes. “What?!”

“You didn’t know?”

I shook my head. Now I felt so much more nervous. What if I pulled a Steve Harvey and said the wrong name because I wanted Marshall to win? Or what if he actually did win but everyone thought I said he did because we were dating? I tried to focus on the stage ahead of me but my heart was beating so fast that my vision was starting to get blurry. I felt warm, like I was sweating, which made me worry that my makeup was starting to run. I was going to look disgusting with my makeup running on live television.

Sensing my new found nervousness, Marshall gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, look at me.” I glanced over to meet his gaze. “It’s going to be okay. You’ve rehearsed this speech so much that you can say it without the teleprompter. It’s not going to be any different just because I’m nominated. If I win, you give me the award and I do a speech. If I don’t win, you give the award to whoever does and they make a speech. It’s not a big deal, (Y/N), don’t worry too much about it.”

I wished I could’ve just let my fear rush from my body, but it was still there. Before I could say anything else, the lights went down and the show officially started.

I tried to just sit and enjoy the show but it was hard when I had my upcoming presenter role looming over me. Of course, it was one of the last awards of the show, so I had to sit there and let my nerves build as the suspense for the winner of the award grew as well.

Every now and then Marshall would give my hand another squeeze and I would calm down for that split second. Having him by my side helped a lot, but every time I remembered that he might be the recipient of the award I became nervous again.

Finally, it was my time to take the stage. They passed me the envelope with the name of the winner and motioned for me to take the stage. I plastered a smile on my face as my name was called and I walked onto the stage. I hoped the cameras couldn’t pick up my shaking, and I really hoped my shaking wouldn’t make my voice sound as bad as I feared it would.

“This award can only go to the best of the best,” I started, glancing at the prompter in front of me to make sure I was saying the words correctly. “The person who worked the hardest and had the best payoff with their release. The competition this year is fierce, and it was hard to narrow it down to just these five artists, as there have been so many amazing works of art released this past year. It has been an even harder choice to pick who of them all is the best, although I might be bias in saying I’ve already chosen my favorite.”

The audience chuckled at my improved addition to the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen, here are your nominees.”

I watched the video that played of the nominated artists. My heart skipped a beat when Marshall came up, a few clips from the music videos he had filmed playing in a short montage. He had worked so hard on his latest album, every part of me hoped that he would be the winner I was announcing.

As the video came to an end, I turned back to face the audience (and the cameras) to announce the winner.

“And the award goes to...”

I tried not to let my slight fear show as I fumbled with the envelope for a moment. I started to worry that I wouldn’t even be able to open it and completely embarrass myself on live TV. I tried not to sigh with relief when the seal perfectly popped open and I was able to pull the card out. The smile on my face had to have given away the winner before the words were even out of my mouth.

“Eminem!”

The crowd cheered and stood from their seats. A camera found Marshall, who was standing from his seat and hugging Paul and Denaun before making his way to the stage. I couldn’t help but smile proudly at him as I extended the award I was holding - his award - to him.

I was taken by surprise when he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. It was brief since he had an award to accept, but it was enough to make my head spin, the way his kisses usually did.

When he pulled away I was still so stunned that I almost forgot to give him his award. I could see him trying to hold back a laugh as he took it from my hands and turned to the microphone.

“Thank you,” he said to the still cheering audience. For a minute I forgot there was anyone else in the room, and realizing so many people had watched that kiss made my cheeks heat up. “I’d like to thank my manager, Paul, who for some reason still backs me with everything I do and produce even when it pushes the boundaries a little too much. I also want to thank the good Doctor, who has been supporting me since day one and who has always believed in me and gave me this platform to make music and to push the boundaries that Paul has to deal with. My daughters, my biggest inspirations. And of course, I’d like to thank the beautiful lady who presented this award to me tonight. I may not show it publicly but I am my happiest when I’m with you and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

I blinked away the tears forming in my eyes as I clapped along with the audience. The music started playing as Marshall offered me his arm to walk me off the stage. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine as we walked down the stairs and backstage, away from the cameras and the thousands of people watching us, both in person and on TV.

We were greeted backstage by other presenters and winners who were still mingling and celebrating their wins. Marshall was congratulated and a few of the other presenters told me how well I did with my presentation. I was proud of myself for getting through it, but I was more proud that I didn’t go completely airheaded after Marshall kissed me.

When we finally got away from the large amount of people, Marshall pulled me in for another kiss.

“So much for keeping it lowkey, huh?” I teased when I pulled away.

“I was caught up in the moment,” he said with a shrug, but I wasn’t completely convinced.

“That speech was uncharacteristically sweet,” I said. “For your public persona anyways. I figured you’d keep it short and sweet and maybe get the show into a little bit of trouble with an unplanned curse word.”

He chuckled. “Well normally that would be how things go. But I meant what I said during my speech: you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. When you said my name I just couldn’t help but feel this unfamiliar surge of happiness and excitement at winning. You know I don’t care about these types of award shows, but the fact that you presented this award to me made me care for just a second. I know I’ll be the talking point for the next few days because of this, but right now I don’t care all that much.”

Tears were welling in my eyes again as I pulled him back to me. “Shut up, you’re gonna ruin my makeup.”

His laugh filled my ears as he pulled me for another kiss. The happiness he said he felt coursed through my veins too. I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else in a moment like this.

When he pulled away he put his arm around me again and started to walk towards the door. “Let’s get out of here. I think I wanna celebrate my win with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

I smiled brightly at him. “I like the sound of that.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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dr4kenlvr · 3 years

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MY BABY'S AN ID♡L !! (3)

pairings: mikey sano, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi, ran haitani x fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: Hellooo ♡ just saw ur post of idol girl crush reader and omg I'm in love 💖 and since u also said that I'm free to rq the other boys,here I am. So same request (heyyyy would be hella cool if u could do some hcs for tokyo revengers boys with a idol s/o who is a rapper on a girlcrush group <3 xoxox), but this time for Mikey, Chifuyu, and Mitsuya 💕💕 add anyone else if u wanna, take care uwu

a/n: v happy you loved them! it's a very fun request to do, so thanks for sending one in again! muahah you know i had to add my baby ran muahahah <3 enjoy! + not proof read ily

part 1 / part 2 /

MIKEY:

is,, sorta nonchalent about it?

"oh? you're in a worldwide famous girl group? woah."

but! that doesn't mean he's not totally impressed at how cool you are, what!!!!

he gets really hyped listening to your group's more upbeat songs- like he'll be jumping around and shit screaming out poorly pronounced lyrics LMAO

when your verses come on though, he doesn't even try to rap along because he knows he's gonna butcher it all

he's already had you and draken laugh at him, he doesn't need more

(imagine him and his pout <3)

"you're too fast! sounds like peh-yan!"

THE LOOK YOU GIVE HIM AFTER HELPPP

he loves watching you perform, he feels entranced every time

you just look so gorgeous up there, hair all done, skin all glowing and your outfit- ugh, he just thinks you're so wonderful

and he's really happy that you're happy- he couldn't ask for more

he buys all your albums btw, and squeals if he pulls your photocard

"KEN LOOK! IT'S Y/N!"

"yes mikey, you've already shown me."

when you're feeling tired or bummed out he'll offer you his entire bed to rest so that you'll be comfortable

he's giving up his bed for you- that's true love right there

but sometimes he'll cave in and cuddle with you on the small mattress because damn has he missed you

CHIFUYU:

you already KNOW this mf listens to kpop religiously !!!!

and he is head over heels for you

he was worried when you first started going out, because of the strict rules on dating in the kpop industry (which is so ass btw)

you told him you had spoken to your company, and that you were willing to go through the troubles if it meant you'd be with him

yeah, chifuyu was sold

he loves you so much, let me just say that

and he is so encouraging and enthusiatic about your career, it's really sweet

he's always there to give you feedback, praise, a person to laugh with, a shoulder to cry on, he is there for you

streams all your music, on youtube, on spotify, anything to improve your efforts of winning an award

and honestly? he loves your group's music- it's so diverse and there's a perfect song for every mood

he gets so hyped when he hears your raps

he's shaking his head aggresively left to right while holding up a rock sign and it's the most hilarious thing you've ever seen

"OH YEAH!!!!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!"

he's on cloud 9 when he listens to your music basically

MITSUYA:

is almost always on you with compliments, and he's so so attentive even you can't keep up with it

"y/n! you did amazing tonight, you must be tired though,"

"luna loved your outfit last night, she keeps telling me i should try to recreate it."

"baby have you taken a break yet? that interviewer was so insistent with the questions."

you're so taken aback by how much he pays attention, and it warms your heart so much

you know how much of an already-busy man he is, with school, his hobbies, his sisters, and the gang, you didn't want to add to his load of things to take care of

"what do you mean? isn't this just me being supportive of you?"

you cried, because he's so sweet

every time you see each other again, he can't help but give you a sweet kiss on the lips- you're both so hard working and he's so proud of you

mitsuya loves your group's songs- esp. the more slow calm tracks, they're all added to his downtime playlist

every now and then he'll feel a more upbeat song, and loves to hear your rap flow through his headphones

he'll unconsciously tap his foot or beat his head to your rhythm, completely captivated in your voice

RAN:

ohohho this cheeky fucker

he found himself 10x more attracted to you after finding out you were an idol

is so fucking smug to be your boyfriend because he knows just how many people on the internet are practically in love with you too

posts lowkey couple photos of the two of you with the caption "all mine" and giggles at the fact that your face can't be seen unlike his

(this is self indulgent but- photos where his hand is on your waist or stomach- <333 or like you're laying on his chest and he's stroking your back while you fall asleep on him)

(HOLLERING BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM NANA X RAN CANON OK BYE)

ran might be prideful but he's careful too!! doesn't want to get you into any trouble, why would he?

likes to listen to your music while on late night rides through roppongi- even better if you're with him ;)

got into a fight once with your songs in the background LMAOO- he's literally beating people up with his baton while you're rapping in his airpod

deadass stops to sway and jam before getting back to it!

it's concerning really, how many times he texts you: "babe i killed someone to your verse"

"HUH."

anyways, i love him, i love this concept, i want to be sexy couple with ran haitani the end <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @faetarou @kazuhoya (send an ask or dm to be added!)

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kpophubb · 2 years

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hello!! can i ask who do u think in enhypen is mtl to date an idol s/o?

❥Enhypen Hyung Line Headcanon

{ MTL- 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝 𝕤/𝕠 }

☯︎︎sᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ:~

I feel like sunghoon is the most likely to date an idol s/o. Because he’s very introverted and has a hard time communicating his feelings, it’d be so much nicer for him to date someone of the same occupation. Someone who’d understand exactly how he feels belonging to the same industry, the hassle, the stress to deal with and even the happiness from doing a concert or after doing promotional work. It will make communication so much easier for him, and they will be more compatible with eachother. He’s also that boyfriend who’d love to attend award shows with his s/o, occasionally glancing at her and smiling from across the room without anyone noticing. Will love to go congratulate her backstage and create fan accs too haha to hype her up!! I can also see him admiring being the “power couple” with his s/o and being all giddy when fans ship them together and compliment them!! >.<

☯︎︎ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ:~

Heeseung is someone who will enjoy dating an idol s/o too. He gives me the low-key fanboy material vibe. Like, liking a female idol a lot and watching her YouTube videos and tiktoks, BUT NEVER showing it or talking about it with anyone else. To him, understanding in a relationship is also very important and being the oldest who always looks out for his members, he’d want someone to look out for him the same way. And it’s all the more better if it’s from someone, who’s standing in his shoes. That way, his s/o will be able to provide more comfort to him and give him great advices! He would be very mischievous and try to hint fans about their interactions and be all giggly reading lovely comments from fans who are speculating their relationship! He’d be his s/o’s personal hype man and even give her tips and provide her consolation whenever she needs it. He’s very dependable and an ace in this sector so he’d love to aid his s/o improve and achieve. At the end of the day, I believe it won’t really matter even if heeseung doesn’t date an idol s/o, he’d be happy with anyone who can understand him, take care of him, treat him right and respect and love him endlessly!<3

☯︎︎ᴊᴀᴋᴇ:~

Honestly it doesn’t even matter to Jake whether his s/o is an idol or a non idol. He’s the person who gives the least care when it comes to stuffs like this. He’s strongly someone who will evaluate his crush based on her personality and her ability to love him. He craves to be loved and cared for a lot, so anybody who’d be able to do that for him freely will win his heart in a second. If she’s an idol, that’s cool too for him because he’d be able to spend more time with her admist their busy schedules at award shows and be able to see her a lot more frequently. Likewise, If she’s not an idol that works for him too bc he’d be able to exit his exhausting idol life and come home to her and embrace his usual, romantic teen life. Minus the drama, the responsibility, the scandal of being exposed and risking eachother’s career. Jake would be the most happy with a someone who’s gonna be supportive and mature, treat his dreams like they’re her own, and tend to his needs even before he says it out loud. He’d love to do the most mundane yet romantic things with her like lying down together and laughing about the silliest things, smiling at eachother while his fav song plays in the background or taking a walk holding hands in the empty streets at midnight.

☯︎︎ᴊᴀʏ:~

Jay, seems like the one who’d be down to date a non idol s/o. He’d love it if his someone is from a different occupation, coming from the fact that he’s quite knowledgeable and has a lot of interest in various different topics. Someone cool and confident, who is very passionate about her career, hardworking, mature and loves him and respects him a lot. Maybe a fashion designer major? Or a law major? Hahah anything would do. He’d love to learn about her life and what she’s upto and be fascinated when she tells him about what she’s planning for her future or what she did at her college/school/uni. Whenever he’s with her, he can take a break from feeling like an idol, someone who’s supposed to maintain a proper image and is restricted from doing/ showing/ telling a lot of things. Simplicity is his thing, he loves to keep it chill, simple,classy and ofc very loving! She just gets 1000 plus points if she’s an engene and loves the boys and him, bc being acknowledged and supported by the girl who he loves the most just means the whole dang world to him!!

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actualbird · 2 years

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UR HANDWRITING IS SO GOOD!! It definitely gives me kiki vibes. Ur little dooble of peanut(? I think idk it might just be a random bird) and urself is super cute! Im now thinking about each nxx boy’s artstyle… -✨ anon

hi Sparkle!!! haha thank u, im glad u think my doodles (and yea that was me attempting to draw peanut borb kjkjBJKSF) r cute!!! and NOW IM THINKING ABOUT NXX BOYS' ARTSTYLES NOW TOO AND WHEN I GET THINKING I MUST....EXPAND

nxx boys' artstyles (aka all the boys draw a dog)

wc: 624

marius: his art is beautiful ugh

okay so marius we can get out of the way fuckin immediately. hes an artist and painter and studied in florence, this dude DEFFO draws so good and skillfully.

canon hasnt really told us (yet) details as to what his Exact Style is but his painting alterego Z has been described as an impressionist painter who has an exquisite sense of color and mood. ive seen a tiny smidge of marius' anniversary card where hes sketching and he does seem to go for a quite realistic style.

so i think if he were to sketch a dog, he'd go for something like this. realistic with the impressionism's focus on light and shadows (source)

vyn: you can easily tell it's a dog

i had a hard time with bc thus far i havent seen any mention of him doing visual arts yet (i have not yet played his card stories, IM SORRY VYN, I KNOW, IVE BEEN NEGLECTING U). but based on his vibes, i think he'd be pretty good!! like it's not gonna win him awards but he can easily pick out the most important features of what hes drawing

him drawing a dog would look like this. simple but easily recognizeable (source)

artem: HAHAHAHAHA

artem is where things start getting hilarious. several stories have mentioned him being VERY BAD AT ALL KINDS OF ART. buuuut in SR Fixated On You he facepaints a really cute pumpkin on mc's face!!! mc herself says it's adorable!!! what on earth happened here, i thought you were shit at art, artie?

well [spoilers for that card] at the end of the story it is revealed that he practiced drawing that pumpkin OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. he had a STACK OF SKETCHES and with each sketch he had noted down his improvements and he used references and i genuinely want to fucking cry, artem is so earnest and he wants to do things right but //holds his face gently. JUST DRAW A SHITTY PUMPKIN, IT'S OKAY, EVERYBODY WILL LOVE IT!!!!

but yeah, if artem had to draw a dog he'd ask for a reference image before starting.

and his first try would look like this (source) (you can hear celestine's laughter all the way from nosta) (i mean it still looks like a dog!!!!)

luke: it's a four legged mammal?? of some kind???

i dont have SR How I Remember You (and im in pain about it) but my friend was kind enough to stream the story for me and my girlfriend!! in that card story [spoilers for that card] luke and mc play pictionary and mc says that "Luke isn't very good at drawing. A classmate had once mistaken a horse he drew for a pig in art class..."

which. luke pearce how did u fuck up THAT BADLY??? LMAO??? it's very cute tho bc mc says that since she's seen so many of luke's doodles (he always draws on the holiday cards he sends her, i am going to burst into TEARS) she can easily tell what hes drawing.

but for non-mc people. uh. well. if luke fucked up a horse to be a pig, i can assume that at the very least, he gets the number of limbs correct. and everything else just gets so vague that it could be anything that shares the general shape of what hes drawing

so heres luke's drawing of a "dog" (source: my hand)

during nxx investigation team pictionary

marius: it's a cat

vyn: yes, it is definitely a cat

artem: it's a cat that's...wagging its tail?

luke: GUYS CMON. IT'S A DOG...

mc: a german shepherd, right?

luke: YEAH, EXACTLY!!!

marius, vyn, and artem internally: how...did she FIGURE THAT OUT???

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #vyn richter #artem wing #luke pearce

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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hi!! can i request a platonic yandere erasermic with a student reader??

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

Thanks for requesting! I love yandere Erasermic so much 😤😤 👊

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

The BEST platonic yandere couple to have!

You're a student at UA, part of class 1A. You're Aizawa's favourite student. You're just so polite and so sweet. Always so eager to learn and try out new things. And even the class would notice his special treatment of you. "You forgot to do your homework? Hmm, alright you can submit it to me tomorrow. Denki you forgot to bring your homework? Go run 5 laps right now."

Hizashi would often hear about you from his husband. You sounded like a good kid. But he really became interested you when you came looking for Aizawa in the staff room, but you found him instead. Hizashi started talking to you, really just rambling about the most random things. He was expecting you to just leave and go look for Aizawa, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started talking to him too, easily carrying the conversation. Your eyes would light up when you were talking to him. And since then, you would always give him your complete, undivided attention whenever you guys spoke, no matter what the topic was. You'd sometimes be rambling, and then suddenly forget what you were talking about. It was just so cute!

Gradually, these two would become obsessed with their favourite student. They'd also become very protective of you. When it was time to choose an internship, Aizawa rejected all offers from different agencies on your behalf, lying to you that you didn't get any offers. And then you'd become so sad, near tears and then Aizawa would offer to train you himself, that he sees potential in you. Of course you'd accept, you'd get to train with Eraserhead, a rare opportunity!

When you'd be training with Aizawa, he'd go easy on you, but he'd still give you great tips on how to improve yourself and control your quirk. You still haven't been able to beat him once though. Since you'd be around Aizawa a lot, you'd also meet his partner, Hizashi, often. And since you would accompany Aizawa on his late night patrols, you'd have dinner (made by Hizashi, who's more than happy to cook for you) with them at their place a lot, and it always ended up with them offering you stay the night, and you sometimes did.

Their obsession love would continue to grow the more you spent time with them. And then one night, the couple would be discussing about expanding their family, and then they both knew it, right then and there. Its you. You'd be the perfect addition to their family, the perfect child! You're so kind, soft spoken. Outgoing yet shy and reserved when meeting new people. But you're just so naive, too innocent for your own good. And they've both seen the ugliness of the world, the worst in the people. They cannot afford to just stand by idly and risk you getting tainted by this filth.

It was decided that night that you had to become a part of their family. They'll make your parents disappear, they have both the money and the skills to do it. Maybe they'll say that your family was taken or killed by some villians, or better yet, they were caught doing something illegal. But don't worry, you can stay with them for as long as you want. When you try to refuse, that you can stay with a relative, they'll tell you that it's for your own safety. They don't want the villians to complete their unfinished business. Plus, they are more than capable of taking care you, and since you didn't want to risk another family member's life, you agreed.

You'll be having the best time of your life. They'll spoil the hell out of you, Hizashi especially. Aizawa does too, but he's just more protective of you.

Hizashi is a great cook! He'd learn to make your favourite dish too. And if you like something from a restaurant, he'll take it as a challenge and try to replicate the dish, or make a better one! At school, all 3 of you would sometimes have lunch together, you always bringing Aizawa's lunchbox along too, since he often forgets it. If you try to cook a dish for them, they'll treat it like its a Michelin star dish!

Aizawa would be the more protective one, always the harder one to convince to let you go out with your friends, especially at night. Hizashi would always convince him in the end, they're gonna follow you anyways so why stop you? Aizawa's a bit possessive too. He doesn't like it when you talk about other pro heroes, you're his little girl, you should be looking upto him. He won't say anything about it though.

Hizashi would love to just talk to you; you guys would often gossip. Oh and you always go to him for any fashion advice. Since he also has long hair that he styles up a lot, he can do your hair too! Just show him a picture of what you want, and he'll style hair exactly like it. Aizawa likes to do your hair too sometimes, but he only knows how to put it in a simple braid.

They're will be a lot fun activities for you to do with them. You can be having karaoke nights with Hizashi, Aizawa watching you guys with just pure adoration in hie eyes. You can play video games with Aizawa, which he is scary good at, especially at Among us. Family game nights are a must!

If you have any other hobbies or passions, you'll have 2 dads, cheering for you. They'll get you the best supplies available. If you win an award, any award, no matter how small, they'll tell you how proud they are and put your achievements either on the fridge or somewhere where everyone can see it.

Of the two, Aizawa would be the to quickly pick up on your mood. He knows when you're lying, when you're sad, or when you've just had a bad day at school. Hizashi would notice too, but it would be Aizawa who would know if you needed some space or if you needed to talk it out; they've always it clear to you that the latter option is always open.

Once they find out whats the reason you're feeling so down, they'll comfort you. You guys would often cuddle on the sofa as a funny movie played on the TV. Once you've gone to bed, they go and eliminate the cause of distress. Oh did you fail a test? Its okay, they'll tutor you personally. Oh did your favourite character die? Cry it out sweetie and let's go buy some of the character's merchandise . Oh did someone confess their feelings to you and you don't know what to do? Don't worry, he's taken care of.

Dating isn't an option. They'll be quick to reject him/her, listing reasons to you exactly why they're not good for you. Of course, nobody deserves their baby. But if you do go against their wishes, and still get an s/o in secret, they'll find about it. If they're thinking about how to separate you guys, and you walk in all heartbroken because your s/o broke up with you, with no persuasion from the couple; on the inside they'll be both glad and mad. Hizashi will be comforting you, cooing sweet nothings in your ear, while Aizawa would be standing with a "I warned you" look on his face at first but then he sees your red, teary face, your lips wobbling, your eyes full of pools of tears, and immediately his stern exterior would melt and he'll gather you in his arms and let you cry into his chest, while his mind will go to "MURDER". You're their sweet girl, their precious little baby. How dare someone play with your feelings like that. Your ex better sleep with one eye open.

If you do somehow find about what really happened to your parents, and you try to run away from them, not only will they have you back in their arms within the hour, they'll take you somewhere countryside. Its always been noisy in the city anyway. They'll try to explain to you, that they really just did all of this to protect you and that it should show how much they love you and care about you. No physical punishment will ever meet you. No, they can't bear the thought of hurting you! They'll use manipulation to control you, and they are master manipulators. They do so much for you, aren't they enough?

Just be happy they still allow you to roam around the countryside, and not had you locked up in your room. School would be off the table for a while, as will any connection to your friends. Its about time they all had a family vacation anyway.

I'd let Erasermic adopt me in a heartbeat, ngl. 👊 Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! Requests are OPEN. :)

#yandere erasermic #yandere eraserhead #yandere present mic #yandere erasermic x reader #platonic yandere #erasermic x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha headcanons #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere present mic x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi #aizawa x reader #platonic erasermic

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parkersroses · 3 years

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sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine.

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle.

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information.

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket.

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times.

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit.

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings.

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap.

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions.

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up.

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away.

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation.

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul.

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?”

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing.

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly.

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower.

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

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Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her.

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour.

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N.

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her.

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day.

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture. “You okay, H?” she asks.

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently.

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight.

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #parkersroses writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #dad!harry styles #husband!harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles oneshot

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literaphobe · 3 years

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The MCC 11 was the most obvious of it all, the entire time was spent talking about how they wouldn't win because Karl is bad and Dream can't carry a team buy as soon as he won it switched to their team being op and the obvious winners. Though some of that's happened recently as people are now retroactively making Sapnap S-tier during MCC 11 to say Dream has never won without an S-tier which not only diminishes Dream but also erases all the work Sapnaps done to improve.

-Tazz

LOL yeah….. its just like how everyone and their mom was ranking red rabbits mcc15 6-8th in their team predictions but some people predicting mcc16 team placements r refusing to admit they’re underestimating/overestimating some teams, in fact people like antfrost r calling people out n saying red rabbits is Way overrated (people are predicting them 1-3rd so consistently) and like ngl ik so many ‘predictors’ don’t have actual stats to back up many of their predictions

sorry i went off topic there but so stupid that people would underestimate dream then go back on their word n just claim dream team is ‘way too op’ in general and that their team was gonna win no matter what instead of giving dream credit for coming FIRST INDIVIDUALLY despite LITERALLY MISSING A GAME like come ON now

also so so random but wtf my post on reddit calling people out for being biased against dream has so many awards???? why is everyone n their mom giving me awards???? this is so crazy not even my post that dream replied to had half as many awards plus the upvote/downvote ratio on my post is CRAZY like it has 300+ upvotes rn but the number keeps going up and down w high frequency so ik some pressed haters r trying their best to downvote my post but it still doesn’t work bc more people r still upvoting it

#ask #wouldn’t be surprised if the actual number of upvotes is 500 or more #dreamwastaken #mcyt

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serpentinesarang · 3 years

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fifth time’s the charm

pairing: johnny (seo johnny) x fem reader

genre: smut, dom!johnny, sub!reader, very detailed

word count: 1841

content warnings: light bdsm, edging/forced pleasure, praise, lots of dialogue and buildup, very mild cum-eating, swearing, unprotected sex

korean key:

⦿ none because johnny boy is lord of english

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Johnny towers over you with crossed arms, proud of his rigging. He just finished tying you down to one of the taller barstools turned outward, and he was even thoughtful enough to award you a comfy seat cushion. This was going to be a long session, unbeknownst to you.

Your wrists are bound with a ziptie behind the stool’s back and your ankles to the top of its legs, but most importantly, he’d positioned your ass at the very edge of the seat for optimal access.

You look up at him with innocent doe eyes, a little nervous because he sprang this on you out of nowhere and is refusing to say anything.

He smirks, assessing your nude body, erect nipples, and tantalizing core—all under his control. “What are you thinking?”

You hesitate, scared to say the wrong thing. “I’ve been a bad girl?”

Johnny shakes his head. “No, you’ve been good, kitten. So I’m gonna take care of you today.”

Your brows raise in pleasant surprise, and you don’t dare say anything for fear of spoiling your reward.

“Can you last, baby?” he asks as he leans in a little.

You nod eagerly, already feeling your arousal beginning to build.

“That’s my girl,” he says before kissing you tenderly on the lips. He pads to the dining room and brings one of the smaller dining chairs, placing it directly in front of you on the barstool. He sits and smiles contentedly at his eye-level view of your pussy.

“You can talk, baby. I wanna hear you,” Johnny says in an encouraging tone.

“Okay, Johnny,” you reply sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet girl,” he answers with a tiny smile, fishing from his sweatpants pocket a Shibari wand vibrator.

You suck in a sharp breath as the dots immediately connect. Johnny scoots his chair forward to align his face mere inches from your pelvis, glancing up at you with a sinfully cute expression. Then he flattens his tongue and licks you from perineum to pubic bone and back down.

You sigh at the contact, keeping your eyes trained on your man as he focuses on your entrance with soft upward licks, the vibrator still in his hand hanging at his side.

A moment passes before he pulls back, turns the vibrator on to the lowest setting, and presses it to your throbbing clit. Instinctually, you emit a small groan at the heightened sensation, to which Johnny grins before diving back in to kiss your moist entrance.

Johnny knows how sensitive you are to this vibrator, and because of your wild reactions to it, he almost expressly uses this one because no other toy brings you greater pleasure than this lil’ Amazon wonder.

After about 30 seconds of hole-kissing, you feel the beginning of an orgasm forming, and you’re definitely soaked now. Johnny starts swirling the vibrator in circles on your clit and with more pressure as he switches to tongue-fucking you, and with the new sensations, you’re pushed even faster to your orgasm.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you moan in an unusually high, light voice, your thighs now trembling at the amazing combo of his stiff tongue and hard wand circles.

And as soon as the words leave your open mouth, Johnny retracts his tongue and slides the vibrator down to your entrance, holding it still.

“It’s too early, baby,” he coos before licking your delicious fluid off his lips.

You quietly groan and throw your head back, but you know you can’t really be sad, as you’d already figured out this was an edging game. “I know, I know.”

In response, Johnny turns the wand upside down so he’s able to lean in and latch his soft lips to your red, hardened clit. You feel him click the vibration intensity to the next level against your hole as he tenderly sucks your clit, periodically kissing it.

Your breathing has sped up, and your orgasm comes screetching back to you with the deeper vibration, and as much as you try, you can’t control your hips hitching up off the seat cushion. So Johnny turns off the wand and reverts back to small clit kisses, barely enough pressure to register on your skin.

With a second orgasm killed, you whimper at the lost pleasure. “Johnny, please,” you beg softly.

But he pulls back completely and meets your hungry eyes. “Baby wants more?”

“Please just fuck me,” you continue, shooting him puppy-dog eyes.

Cocking his head, Johnny mashes his lips into a thin line as if considering your words. “Okay. Only because my sweet girl has been so good to me.” And with that, he stands up and removes his bottom layers to reveal his massive boner standing up at a beautiful angle.

“You want this in you?” he asks with his hands against your breasts.

“Please, baby,” you murmur, eyeing him with a desperate expression.

“Well not yet,” he replies before pulling away and ever so lightly pressing his dick against your slit. “Not yet, sweet girl.”

With his hands clasped behind his back, Johnny uses his hips to slowly grind his pink tip up and down your wet pussy, purposely letting it juuuust miss your clit.

“You feel so good, Johnny,” you declare in a breathy voice.

He smirks at you as he stops teasing and instead inserts his tip. “Baby wants my whole dick?”

“Yes,” you reply in an accidentally bratty tone, immediately looking away at the floor.

“Mm, I’ll let that one slide, kitten. But no more freebies,” he says as he brings the wand to your clit, not turned on yet. “Look at me.”

You obey, pursing your lips.

“Good girls don’t get snappy,” he says in a scarily calm tone, keeping his expectant eyes on yours as if waiting for acknowledgment.

“I won’t do it again,” you shake your head. “I want more.”

Taking in your puppy-dog look again, he nods and clicks the wand onto level one intensity against your clit. “I wanna give you more, baby; but you have to be patient.”

You nod furiously with a small moan, your clit coming back to life with the wonderful vibration. To make it worse for you, Johnny purposely thrusts in and out about an inch at a time, only allowing you his tip.

“Still feel good?”

“Of course, baby,” you answer as your thighs begin trembling again.

The wand goes into level two intensity, but Johnny stops thrusting, holding his soaked tip inside your entrance.

“Fffffffuhhhh...” you sigh, closing your eyes at the pleasure.

“That’s my girl,” Johnny gushes in a velvety voice. Pleased with your improved behavior, he slips in halfway and holds still while pressing the wand with small but tight flicks on your clit.

“Awwwhhhh,” you moan, the feeling of being more filled coaxing more orgasm buildup.

“Good girls get what they want,” he says quietly, almost to himself, before he clicks the vibrator back to level one and slides all the way into your aching warmth.

“Oh God, Johnny,” you groan, gazing at him desperately, begging for motion. Your thighs are trembling again, so he stops the flicking pattern and just holds the wand against you, still remaining fully sheathed.

“Yes, sweet girl?” he murmurs, finally feeling his own arousal taking hold of him.

“Fuck me,” you whisper roughly.

“Mmmm,” he moans lowly as he juts his body even further into yours, his tip hitting your cervix now. “Not yet, baby.”

Then he pulls out and clicks the wand back onto level two. You exhale heavily through your nose, fighting your growing irritation. Third orgasm killed.

Johnny braces a warm palm on your thigh, tracing circles on your clit now, causing you to uncontrollably moan in a high pitch.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl,” Johnny praises you, sliding two fingers into you and straight fucking you. You’re absolutely drenched with arousal, like he’d dumped a cup of lube on you.

“UH-uggghhh,” you groan, mouth ajar and head angled backward again. “So good, Johnny.”

“I know,” he replies, his smirk transcending through his voice. He clicks the vibrator down to level one again but counters it by curling his fingers to feel for your G-spot. Once he does, he pushes the wand deep against your throbbing clit, and you moan another high-pitch fuck.

“So good for me, baby,” he says, stopping his finger thrusting and instead hitting your G-spot relentlessly with his fingertips.

But it’s game-over when you clench hard on his fingers.

So he rapidly withdraws his fingers and pulls the wand forward so it’s just barely touching your clit. You open your eyes to see him sucking his fingers with hooded eyes.

“Johnnyyyyy,” you whisper, trying incredibly hard not to sound bratty. “Pleeease.”

He sighs in response, removing his fingers with a satisfying popping sound and sliding his dick halfway in again. “That’s all you get.”

Fourth orgasm killed. Time to bring out the heavy artillery to win him over now.

“Oh please, baby. Your fingers felt so good,” you bore your big eyes into his as he presses hard circles on your clit.

“I thought you wanted my dick?”

Scared that you just fucked up, you gasp. “No! I mean, yes, I do want that big dick. I’m begging you, Johnny.”

Mimicking you without realizing it, he throws his head back rather dramatically with a sigh before looking back at you.

“Fine. Fuck it. My dick hurts anyway,” he says, his tone veering into that of agitation. He turns off the wand and throws it carelessly onto the breakfast bar beside you, then, as violently as he can, he pounds into you with his hands gripping your ribs on both sides.

“You better cum on me,” he thunders, leaning down against you and keeping his face inches from yours, his cheeks jiggling along with the sheer force he’s using on you.

You’re too deep into O-town to react to his words, but your body does all the talking: your hips convulse against Johnny’s abs pressed against you; your walls clench on him at random intervals and speeds; and your eyes roll back. After four denied climaxes, this is it.

“Goddamn, baby,” he booms, his own pleasure evident in his voice and fingers digging even deeper into your flesh. You make a mental note to check for bruises tomorrow.

And then Johnny releases, wrapping his arms around you almost painfully and hugging you to him with his face buried in your neck, greedily rolling his hips into your sore cervix.

“OHhhhhh shit, kitten.”

Your orgasm has finally subsided, and you’re breathing like you just ran a full marathon, kissing the top of his head as he rides out his intense pleasure.

“Thank you, Johnny,” you murmur into his hair. “Thank you so much.”

At last, his hips come to a halt, but he doesn’t move anything else, holding your bound body against his. He pulls his head off your neck and smashes his lips into yours without any hesitation.

“You’re so fucking welcome, sweet girl,” he whispers.

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