#i originally wanted to make him mean but I couldnt
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Porcelain Steve - Part 7
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((TW for this part; period typical slurs and internalized homophobia. Read the tags before clicking readmore if you want the details))
Steve has been a porcelain doll for seven weeks when disaster strikes.
"What is that," Jeff says, because even though the words are in an order which would suggest that it's a question, the tone of voice Jeff uses decidedly is not questioning.
"What is whaaa-AH! Nothing! It's nothing!" Eddie, who was torso deep into his closet throwing things around to find his backup amp cord, turns to look at what Jeff was talking about, and is now launching himself across his room to stand between Jeff and Porcelain Steve. Porcelain Steve, who Eddie had lain on his bed, propped slightly on a pillow, headphones carefully perched on his little head, hooked to a cassette player currently playing the first hour of last week's Top 40 countdown that Eddie had taped for him (all three hours of it, leaving out the chatter of the radio show host. He'd had to use two tapes to get it all).
"Nothing sure looks a lot like a doll in headphones, Munson," Jeff has an amazing poker face but Eddie's certain he can see a bit of judgement underneath the carefully blank expression Jeff is wearing.
"I don't know what you're talking abo- hey! Hey, no, no, don't!" Eddie tries to bodily block Jeff when he moves forward and the two end up wrestling, a match that Eddie almost wins, if not for the hazard that is his messy room. He gets Jeff walked almost to the door before he steps wrong on something, ankle rolling and sending him down sideways. He clutches at Jeff but can't make purchase and Jeff, the bastard, does fuck-all to try and catch him. Instead, Jeff leaps out of arm's length, then lunges onto the bed as Eddie collapses to his floor.
Eddie frantically tries to stand and, in his haste, ends up with his feet tangled in a pile of dirty laundry and that sends him crashing down again, this time forward onto his hands and knees, so he gives up on standing and crawls the few short feet to the bed, finally looking up to see that the damage has been done.
Jeff has picked up Steve, holding him inches from his own face, eyes squinted in suspicion. Eddie is frozen, horrified and afraid, and can't bring himself to do anything as Jeff examines Steve closely, turning him around, poking his torso, flipping him upside down to examine his shoes more thoroughly. It's only when Jeff reached for the shirt, pinching the hem of it between two fingers that Eddie kicks back into action.
He lunges up, one knee on the bed, leaning over to grab Steve and yank him from Jeff's grip. His first instinct is to throw Steve over his shoulder, out of sight out of mind mentality, but as soon as he does, he realizes his mistake and twists, lunging to catch Steve in midair. He does manage to catch Steve, but it sends him bouncing off his dresser and almost back to the floor before he manager to regain his balance, where he proceeds to cradle Steve to his chest, which is heaving from the adrenaline, wrestling match, and subsequent dive after Steve.
Jeff is giving him a concerned look but something else piques his interest; Jeff reaches over and picks up the headphones, holding them up to one ear. His face goes through every emotion a human could possibly experience in less than fifteen seconds as he listens to whatever track was at the forty-ish minute mark on the Top 40 countdown.
Slowly, Jeff lowers the headphones, letting them drop to the bed before he gives Eddie a new, more judgmental, yet infinitely more concerned, look. "Eddie. What. The fuck."
Honestly, he's not sure there's anything he can say in response.
"Why- I don't... are you okay, man?" Jeff sounds both scared for Eddie, and scared of him, at the same time.
"I'm fine," Eddie manages to squeak out.
"Eddie," Jeff says seriously, "this is not fine. This is- this is insane behavior. You know that, right?"
"I've no idea what you mean," Eddie doesn't even know what he's defending himself from but his default response to anything is to defend himself. He grips Steve tightly around the torso with one hand and then moves both his hands to be behind his back so Jeff will stop staring at Steve.
"I mean this fuckin' insane shrine you have dedicated to Steve fucking Harrington. How did you even get a doll that looks like him. Did you- did you make that?"
Fuck. Holy fuck. What can he say to defend himself here? Is there a single way for him to come out of this not sounding deranged? If he agrees, let's Jeff's drawn conclusion be the truth, then that's all but confirmation to Steve about his big fat crush, so when Steve's back to being Steve he'll never look at Eddie again. Jeff might think he needs mental help, but he'll be here for Eddie. If he tries to deny the accusation, then he'll need an explanation. He'll have to tell Jeff something that make him seem less like a creepy stalker, but what? He can't tell the truth, not without letting everyone know he's going to tell Jeff. There's a whole other secret he'd have to let out to even have a chance of Jeff believing him.
Jeff must take his silence for acceptance or guilt, because he's speaking again. "I.... man, this is not healthy. Please tell me you aren't, like, hoarding a lock of his hair or his clothes or something."
Involuntarily, damningly, his eyes dart to the closet, where several of Steve's sweaters hang from when he'd borrowed them and never returned them. And it's not like Steve doesn't have several of Eddie's own articles of clothing, like his battle vest and a few shirts. But Jeff doesn't know they easily, willingly, swap clothes, so his eyes go wide and dart towards the closet, as if he can pick out which pieces belong to Steve on sight.
Actually, he probably can.
"This really isn't what it looks like," Eddie says because he has to say something. Being silent is too incriminating.
"I don't think you're aware of what this looks like," Jeff says, wiggling himself off of Eddie's bed to stand at the foot of it. "Of all the boys in Hawkins.... I knew you liked Steve but this is.... creepy. That doll looks so much like him that I recognized it. Does Steve know you're in love with him, or is this like a way to process your crush without having to-"
"Jeff!" Eddie yells, mortified. He can feel his whole face heat up, knows he must be bright red. Because Jeff just said, out loud and for Steve to hear, the thing that Eddie very much hasn't even said out loud to himself, even if he knows how he feels deep down.
Jeff must know he's overstepped some invisible boundary he wasn't even aware of because his face immediately shows regret. He takes a step forward and Eddie takes a step back.
Immediately, Jeff stops his forward momentum. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm sorry."
When Eddie answers, his voice sounds like he's been eating gravel, "Just, can you go wait in the living room? I'll be right out, and we can talk, or whatever, but can you just..."
A nod, and then Jeff is gone, closing the door behind him.
With shaking hands, Eddie brings Steve back to the front of him. Looks down at him. He's not even aware he's crying until he watches his tears mark Steve's tiny polo. He can't keep holding Steve. Can't keep looking at him. Not when- not when his best friend just outed him in the worst way possible. And Eddie can't even be upset or hurt about it because Jeff didn't know. He's teased Eddie about his crushes before, and in the safety of his own room, there was no reason for Jeff to have to watch what he was saying.
Even knowing that Steve is okay with Robin, loves her anyway, without the ability to confirm that Steve doesn't hate him right now, Eddie's going to freak out. But he can't. Jeff is waiting in the living room, and the band is waiting back at Gareth's. This was just- they were supposed to just grab the amp cable and get back, a fifteen-minute job at most, and now.
Now Eddie is staring down at Steve, willing himself to not have a panic attack.
"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have heard it like that, it s-should have come from me. It should- you-I'm sorry," Eddie gently underhand throws Steve onto the center of the bed. He lands face up and Eddie sinks to the floor because he can't stand anymore, and he can't really breath.
Steve knows Eddie's a fucking faggot now, and that he wants Steve, and there's no way he'll get to keep the friendship they had before this. There's no universe in which Steve isn't creeped out by this information. There has never been an instance where a straight boy found out about his crush on them and didn't abandon him. Not always cruelly, he'll admit. He's had friends that learned and just... slid from his life with no words and no fuss. Eddie just never spoke to them again because they never came back around, but they also never outed him.
That's what will happen with him and Steve. He'll quit inviting Eddie around, or calling when he's bored, and eventually it will get to the point that Eddie only sees him at BBQ's that Joyce drags him to.
Fuck. FUCK!
He's not sure how long he's on the floor but eventually, he finds the will to get back up and resume digging through his closet to find the amp cord. It doesn't take long, he was ridiculously close to finding it earlier, it seems.
Before leaving his room, he picks back up the cassette player and headphones. Silence comes from them, so he pops the tape out before flipping it to the B side and popping it back in. He puts the headphones around Steve's head again and presses play, doing his best to not actually look at Steve. He'll just have another breakdown if he does.
He trudges out of his room, closing the door behind himself before taking the short walk to the living room, where Jeff waiting on the couch, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled under his chin, eyes faraway as he stares towards the wall in front of him.
"Hey," Eddie says, to get his attention.
"Hey," Jeff says, sitting up straight and turning towards Eddie. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did, I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing? I'm the fucking psycho here," he sighs, leaning sideways against the kitchen counter, arms folded across his chest, hand clutching at the amp cord just for something to ground him.
"Forget that, whatever I did, or said, or whatever, you were- when you yelled my name. You looked terrified. Of me," Jeff almost whispers the last sentence, and if not for the stark silence in the trailer, Eddie wouldn't have heard.
"Not of you, Jeff," Eddie whispers back, but his voice doesn't stay quiet because 'quiet' isn't a thing Eddie does easily or often. "Of... of myself, and these- of how I feel- I'm a goddamned faggot and now that Ste- when Steve finds out I'll lose him! Like I've lost every fucking person who ever even suspected I was a fuckin' queer!"
Silence stretches between them, enough to make Eddie fidget, dropping his crossed arms to twist the amp cord about anxiously with both his hands.
"Look, man, I don't know what's, like, the appropriate thing to say so I'm just going for the honest thing. You got me. You'll never lose me. And all those other assholes that you think you lost? You're wrong. They lost you. And if Steve Harrington is gonna be another one of those, then you aren't losing him. 'Cause he was never really in your corner to begin with."
If this were anyone else, with the exception of his uncle, he would be able to hold it together better. But it's Jeff. His best friend. Who never believed Eddie committed unspeakable horrors over Spring Break last year. Who didn't question the strange, new friends he suddenly had afterwards; who accepted as the only explanation a softly spoken 'they saved me' and that was enough. Who had said 'ok, cool' in response to Eddie telling him he was gay, years ago now, and continued trying to find out if Eddie had a secret relationship, switching girlfriend for boyfriend like it wasn't a big deal (Eddie did not have a secret relationship; his good mood that week was the result of snooping for his birthday present and finding the guitar hidden under his uncle bed).
It's Jeff. So, Eddie does the most metal, manly thing he can and bursts into tears, blindly reaching for Jeff and pulling him off the couch so he can bear hug him and sob into his shirt.
"There, there, you big baby," Jeff rubs his back soothingly, "let it out. Then pull your sorry ass together, because Gareth and Brian are going to think we died in a car crash on the way here if we take much longer."
"Ah, fuck," Eddie manager to say around the sniffling he's trying to get control of, "you're right."
"You good, though?"
"Uh, I will be."
Jeff nods and steps back. "How about this. We go to practice, and then you can come to my place tonight and we can like, hangout and talk. If that's what you want."
He's already nodding as he says, "yeah. That would be good. I- uh, I have something to do after practice, but yeah, after that I'll come over."
Eddie tosses the amp cable to Jeff after they climb into the van and head off.
Halfway there, Jeff says, "you know Gareth and Brian are in your corner, too. If you ever feel like telling them one day."
"One day," Eddie agrees, "but today has already been... a lot."
Practice goes well, with some ribbing for their tardiness allowed. If Gareth and Brian notice Eddie's been crying recently, they keep it to themselves. Which is good, because Eddie cannot handle one more thing today.
A promise to meet up with Jeff later and Eddie's back home.
Back to where he left Steve, who will be laying in silence on his bed because it's been well over two hours since he and Jeff left, and the tape only held an hours' worth of music on each side. Back to the nightmare of not knowing if Steve hates him now, or if Eddie's, and this is the most likely scenario, being a bit overdramatic.
His uncle is home, so he greets him, asks after his day, gets told dinner is Fend For Yourself Night (which just means leftovers or a TV dinner), and gets asked about Steve. Because of course he does.
"You sure he went on a vacation willingly with those parents of his, and he ain't actually kidnapped and trapped somewhere?"
That's a little bit too true. If only Wayne knew. "Well, no. I'm not sure. All I know is what he said when he left."
Wayne gives him a look. One Eddie is used to seeing, that says 'I know more than you think but I'm waiting for you to tell me' and Eddie's a little afraid of what Wayne thinks he knows. So, instead of prying that box open, Eddie just says he's tired and goes to his room.
Steve is exactly where Eddie left him.
Suddenly, without reason or logic, Eddie is angry. He's so pissed at Steve for being gone for this long. For having transformed in the first place. For not being able to assure him they'll still be friends, regardless of Eddie's stupid crush.
He snatches Steve off the bed, hand clamping around one of Steve's arms and his torso so he can hold him up with one hand. Steve's face, permanently stuck into a blank expression, looks back. Even knowing that Steve sees and hears through this thing, Eddie's so angry at the doll. If Steve hadn't been turned into this stupid thing, if Eddie wasn't so helplessly in love with him, this wouldn't have happened. Eddie could have taken his own time telling Steve, instead of hearing his deepest secret spilled easily from Jeff's lips. Instead of this not knowing what Steve is thinking, or how he feels. Is he recoiling in disgust at the fact Eddie's making him look at his face? Or is Eddie being awarded the same kindness as Robin, a quiet acceptance that won't change their friendship?
Eddie doesn't know that answer and he hates it.
He's so angry with himself because he should know better. He's forcing his own insecurities onto Steve, about acceptance and caring, when nothing Steve's done since they've become friends is prove that he'll always be Eddie's friend and not even the apocalypse could change that.
"I'm going to hang out with Jeff, so you're gonna be alone a bit longer. Or maybe I should drop you off at Robin's when I go," Eddie goes to toss Steve back on the bed when something pinches his palm. It's a startling sharp pain, quick to fade, but it's surprising enough for Eddie to let go.
Eddie watches, horrified, as he falls to the floor. He twists in the air, landing with a dull thump and cracking sound on his left arm before falling onto his back.
"Shit. Shit! Fuck, Steve, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Eddie is crouched, already in the process of reaching for Steve when he freezes.
There is a crack on Steve's left arm, a line that starts above his elbow on the inside of his arm and runs down and across his arm to his hand, where Steve's pinky finger is gone. Looking slightly to the side, Eddie can see the small porcelain piece that Steve is missing laying on the ground next to him. Eddie's own hand is hovering in the air above Steve, shaking.
This can't be- how did- Eddie wracks his brain. Was the crack there already? Did Eddie cause the crack when he bounced off his dresser earlier? When did it happen? Does that fucking matter when it's Eddie who broke a piece off him? If Steve didn't hate him before, he's got to now. Eddie doesn't have time to panic about this, he's got to- El. El can talk to Steve. Find out if he's okay. What if breaking him-
Eddie launches himself up and to his dresser, grabbing at the Walkie up there. He pulls the antenna up, clicks it on and tries not to actually shout as he says, "Code Red! Code fucking Red!" He lets off the talk button, counts to seven in his head, enough time, he reasons, for someone to respond before he repeats the process. "Code Red!! Code Red!"
He repeats this process for three minutes with no response. Where the fuck is everyone!? How is he supposed to- Oh! The phone!
He tears down the hall and to the phone. He must look a right state, because Wayne looks very concerned and is halfway to standing up when Eddie gets to the phone beside him. He yanks the phone up and dials the number for the Byers-Hopper household, holding up a shaking finger to Wayne, a silent plea to give him a moment.
It rings and rings and rings before the answering machine kicks in. Eddie presses down on the disconnect button before dialing the Wheelers' number next.
"Hello?"
"Mike! Code Red! Where the fuck is everyone and why aren't they answering!?"
"What?"
"Code Red! Where's Nancy. Put Nancy on."
"Dude, slow down, what's-"
"I broke St-it. I broke it and someone needs to get El here now. Code Red does not mean ask questions, Mike! It means Code. Fucking. Red."
"Shit, shit, right! I'll get Nancy and we'll get everyone- just- we'll be there soon."
Eddie slams the phone down and has to meet his uncle's eye now.
"Eddie. What is goin' on?"
Eddie inhales a breath and can feel his lower lip quivering. "It's- can we talk about it later? I promise I'm not the one hurt, or in trouble, or- it's not me, ok. I just-"
"Yer shakin' like a leaf boy. What's got you so spooked?"
Eddie just shakes his head and flees back to his room, slamming the door shut between him and his uncle. He can't bring himself to cross the room to Steve. He slides himself down the door to sit on the floor, pulling his knees up to hug.
"I'm so sorry, Steve. I'm sorry."
#steddie#my fic#porcelain steve#TW: Eddie calls himself a faggot and he means it in a bad way#did I make a playlist on spotify w/ Top 40 songs for June 21-27 1987 so id know how many tapes eddie had to use to record it?#yes. its 2 tapes fyi‚ using side A and B of one. a total of 2h54m. in my defense it was a writers block activity.#couldnt figure out what to have jeff say to comfort eddie that was in character and era-appropriate so... playlist it was!#if i were titling these parts this would be Eddie's No Good‚ Very Bad‚ Terrible‚ Horrible Day#I mean... he's had worse days (Spring Break '86) but this is up there for him#also back to back updates!? who am i??? but don't expect another one too soon#i started this one as part 6 originally but decided i wanted a more lighthearted piece first#so i wrote like 2/3 of this before writing what i posted for part 6 so finishing this was quick
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ive been trying for 30 mins to write a post about why the Web's plan is still confusing, but I think I should face the truth and admit to myself that it's not that it makes no sense, it's just... so convoluted
#they needed jon to kill jonah cause it seems like only he could call him down#and they couldnt go through with the original plan because.... tbh still not sure on that one. at least not with the reasoning annabelle#gives. assuming that how everything works out now is how they intended it to#which it must be because if jon was ever ever going to consider 'letting anyone else feel that guilt' he sure as hell wasn't now that he#got introduced to the plan while a giant spider dangled his boyfriend above a pit. not conducive to jon cooperation#so originally spidermartin would have driven him to burn the archives and kill jonah. but theyre bond is too strong now so even if martin#would be spiders Jon wouldnt do the plan. .... huh#i just dont get that leap#why does their bond being stronger make jon less willing to burn it all down. so to say#would he want to keep his promise to martin and not become the pupil? but he did! he does! he does even when martin ISNT spiders! aaah#one thing that could make everything more elegant is if Annabelle wasnt telling the whole truth. she says they need to kill 'the pupil'#jon has been described as 'the pupil' as early as s2. and why would the Fears follow his voice on the tapes#and not just stick with his voice in jon the person?#solution; not only does the pupil have to die and the archives burn down at the same time#but jon has to be the pupil when it happens#... except that ALSO doesnt work because according to Jon Annabelle wasnt lying when she said that this would allow them both to 'survive'!#so unless we read the transcript in very bad faith and assume that she was talking about the hypothetical scenario of íf the fears leave;#then youll live; (but for them to leave youll have to die) this solution is out as well#but it would mean theyd need martin unspidered because hed be the only person able to kill jon when hes the pupil because 'it feels right'#(throwback to 178)#tma#tma meta#joos yaps#delete later#a mag a day#tma s5#one nearly incoherent ramble later.....#if anyone has a good Watsonian solution to tie everything up neatly plz link me to a post
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I don't. Love the ending of the Dr who episode.
#it felt like a lot of favoritism for david and othering for ncuti#like it felt really unneccessary to me that theres just two doctors now#and couldnt do it the normal way#and then he took the duplicate tardis instead of the original#idk#it seemed#a little disrespectful to the new guy i think?#maybe other ppl dont feel that way idk#like it sets a precident for racist nerds to be like hes not even really the doctor is he#similar energy to zendayas mj being named michelle jones#like#its her and you made her black#but also needed a caveat for it#i think it wouldve been fine if like#david had to remerge with him later#byt he had a chance to say goodbye#it just feels like the move to make sure david can come back again if he wants to#but also the ending would lose meaning if he did#i loved the episode#and i loved the two doctors getting to talk to each other but thats happened before without#making him technically a new guy
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MATCHING NECKLACES
★ Various JJK ch’s x gn!reader ( Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Maki, Toge )
★ IN WHICH ! You get your lover matching necklaces.
★ WARNINGS ?? SFW, NON PROOFREAD, other than that none. use of feminine term ( getting called pretty )
★ AUTHORS NOTE : had math hw but decided to procrastinate and do this >_< !!
★ WORD COUNT / CHARACTER COUNT : 939 words, 5076 characters.
GOJO felt stunned as he felt a hand on the back of his neck, but he realized that it was just you. You were putting on the matching necklace, one half of a heart on him, and the other on you. It was so mesmerising, so pretty.
But he still didnt know what you were doing, he didnt even bother looking down because he didnt feel like something was tugging on his neck to collarbone area.
“[name] You scared me to death. What are you doing????” you were quick to lift up the necklace on his collarbone area, showing it to him.
“Isnt just so pretty?” You said with a wide, warm grin. “Its so..pretty!!” — “But not as pretty as you,” he teased, but he meant all the words. You couldnt help but feel flustered.
“Look, its matching!” You diverted back to the original topic and connected the necklaces, forming a whole heart.
Although he seemed like the type of person who’d take it for granted and probably lose it, he’d actually treasure it and cherish it with his whole heart.
He loves it when you do small but thoughtful stuff. He loves you with every atom of his.
YUJI who practically melted by your thoughtful gift. A matching necklace? He loves it, he loves you, he loves everything you give him. He loves ANYTHING that is matching with you.
Matching keychain? Hed love it, display it and show off to his friends that you both have matching keychains. Matching mugs? Hed use it everyday. Matching outfits? Hed take care of the clothes like his life depends on it. Matching last names? Hed love it even more.
He immediately embraced you as soon as you put the necklace on him, “Thank you thank you thank you!! Im gonna keep this forever!! Love you so much [name]!!” he joyfully said.
“I love you tooo!!” you replied with the same energy.
“Youre so cute” He muttered. “Huh? Could you say that again?” you asked, genuinely not hearing him this time “I said you look like fruits-!” He horribly lied but smiled sincerely.
MEGUMI, whom you knew wasnt good at showing affection, pulled you in and kissed your forehead as he saw the necklace “Thank you..” He quietly muttered but smiled lovingly.
It was rare for him to do that because he was extremely timid, and you usually had to be the one embracing him first. So you could tell, this moment was really special to him.
“You dont know how much this means to me.. I promise I wont break it or lose it,” he continued smiling as he pulled you even closer, embracing you with his arms.
“Mm, you better not! But anyways, I love you. I hope you like it” You grinned affectionately, “I love you too, [name] Infact, I love you to the moon and back..” He mumbled, his face was flushed as he said that.
You quickly kissed him on the cheek as you heard what he had said. “So cute” You thought to yourself. “So cute.”
Since it was a matching necklace, one was black, one was white. Behind the white one was his initial, behind the black one was your initial.
He wore the black one, you wore the white one. It was magnetic, it could fit with each other and become one whole just so perfectly. You both were the perfect pair.
MAKI, your amazing, hot but tough GIRLFRIEND would immediately soften up as she realizes that you had bought her matching necklaces.
At first, it seemed like she wasnt even 25% touched by it. But you could tell by her expression that she actually felt really loved and appreciated right now.
A warm tint of scarlet spread across her cheeks, “[N-Name].. You really didn't have to get me thi—”
“Nuh uh, ofcourse I had to! Youre special to me, and I want to make sure you know that. I love you.” you cut her off, she didnt even get a chance to finish. “I..I atleast hope you like this, Maki”
The silence was loud, you stared at Maki’s face which was obviously flushed. “You dont have to hope. Ill like anything, and I mean anything you give me. Even if its a stupid unused shoe, id like it. Okay? Id love it!” she remarked with a shy smile.
“Im glad then..Im so glad.”
“Inumaki, look!!” you said cheerfully as you held up the matching necklaces. “I got us matching necklaces” you continued to smile.
You knew he couldn't speak because of his curse, but you never stopped loving him. His eyes told you everything, you could practically see hearts in his eyes whenever he saw you.
You could tell by his eyes that he loved the idea of matching necklaces. You bought those lego heart necklaces, it was pink.
He didnt mind at all that it was pink, he actually thought it was pretty and cute. He hugged you warmly and snuggled on your neck. After a few minutes, he pulls away and you help him put on the necklace.
“They look so pretty right now..I mean theyre always pretty..but even prettier up close,” he thought and smiled to himself.
#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚gwens4vr#jjk megumi#jjk drabbles#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#gojo x reader#gojo satoru#jjk gojo#toge inumaki#toge x reader#maki zenin#maki zenin x reader#jujutsu megumi#megumi x reader#megumi fushiguro#yuji itadori#yuji itadori x reader#yuji jjk#yuji fluff#gojo fluff#maki fluff#toge fluff
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hey! They already asked you but I don't know if you forgot hehe, what are the mbti of Clora and Sebastian? 😸
OK, I FINALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!! took me a hot minute to figure out sebs, but after reading all the pages and comparing, i do think entp fits him the best.
also i saw this picture on pinterest about a relationship between isfj and entp and its so true, esp the "do not listen to each other's advice, still get each other out of trouble" LMFAO. also the 'protecting isfj at all costs' 🥺🥺🥺im soft. (ALSO DONT COME AT ME I KNOW I SPELLED KNOWLEDGEABLE WRONG IM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT😭)
OKAY!! and its been a while so i'll be using this ask to reply to a buncha others🙏🙏
my fanfic does follow the plot of the game, but with sebastian added to every sidequest/story mission. and then from around the third (niamh's) trial, it starts to branch more into (mostly all) original stuff!^^
yes actually LMAO, clora's lawley-slap wasn't even planned. but as i was writing it i started to get so offended on her behalf i was like GIRL, SLAP THIS BITCH🤬 so she did😇😇 id say its normal, yeah! even tho i stick to my outlines, a lot of what happens just kinda happens without my prior planning as i begin to write bahaha, especially dialogue scenes.
aw, im glad u like my blog so much and that it can help u even in the smallest of ways 😭thank u!!💖💖
BAHAHA AWW TYY IM GLAD U LIKE IT SO MUCH!! i saw u re-reading it recently on wattpad and ur comments always have me dying. also im just gonna address your other ask here in this one, but as u know seb has now met mr.clemons, and you 10000% nailed the dynamic between seb and clora's dad LMFAOO, they will absolutely bond over disagreeing with how careless she is and wanting to protect her/stressing over her LOOL. ty again for all ur messages, i love seeing how much u love my art/fic😭💖
OMG u are so right i need to draw this
also god idk....following the sebinis example, i guess they'd be...sebora?? reminds me of sephora LMAO. ive also had someone call them "alliteration shipping" which i think is so cute BAHAHA. HONESTLY PPL CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, i aint picky.
oh god its been too long since ive read the books (tho i do really wanna re-read them esp in the winter) but my fav movie is half blood prince, just because i love all the ron/hermione moments and the highschool drama BAHAHA. what do u mean harry potter isnt a romcom???
ok and last but DEFS not least
THE UNHINGED ENERGY OF THIS ASK CRACKED ME UP SO MUCH WHEN U SENT IT BAHAHAH, couldnt even fit the whole thing in my screenshot. IM GLAD U LIKED/HATED THE CHAP, and also your pfp just makes everything you say funnier, i love it LMAOOO. ty🙏🙏
#ask#ALSO SEB AND CLORA BEING DEFENDER AND DEBATOR IS AN ALLITERATION it was meant to be......#i go from drawing filthy smut to a wholesome mbti pic of the two of them awww#the duality of man
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Okay tumblr lets talk theories again.
(my brain rot + knowledge of religion has me all up in Hazbin Hotel right now.)
Today I want to talk Biology! Mostly because I made the poor choice of going to Twitter's chaggie tag and looking at the comments...
So can we discuss Why do so many people keep trying to apply HUMAN biology to the Half-Demon Nephillim daughter of an Arch-Angel?!
Okay I'll start at the begining and work my way to the reasons why if Charlie really wants a kid with Vaggie both of them being assigned female at creation probably isn't going to matter.
Let's start with Lucifer!
So as far as has been shown in the show Lucifer is an original Archangel even down to his lovely 6 red wings. This makes him one of the most powerful beings in heaven.
(If we go by bible text he was actually a favorite until his dreams of free will led him astray and depending on the text he merely has to admit he was wrong and ask for forgiveness to return)
Now looking at everything after this fall he has never lost his Angelic Abilities. His default powers are still angelic gold.
We do see he also has a Full Demon form when he is pissed. Interestingly enough his crown also doubles as a halo in this form. Also note for later just how much Charlie resembles him in both forms.
This suggest that at root biology Lucifer is still an archangel with demon traits. This combination is most likely what makes him the strongest being in hell by a long shot. The only reason others even have power is purely because he doesnt care enough to flex his power and has no desire to actually rule.
Now on to Lilith!
What do we know about Lilith?
Well we know she was a created human not born.
She was Adam's equal
And she left and got with Lucifer before the fall.
So here is the deal... I dont think Lilith can be classified as a sinner. She didnt die to end up in hell and in fact she fell before hell was really a thing. she helped create it after all. (Plus you know Charlie exsists)
So what IS Lilith? I think Lilith as one of a few Actual Demons. And if we have to classify her she'd be closer to a Sin. I actually think of Lilith as the Sin of Pride in Hazbin Hotel not Lucifer. We are even told that She created pentagram city and developed hell while lucifer kept to his workshop in depression.
Now let's talk about this scene for a second. Lilith fell from heaven/earth Alive and possibly even immortal since human kind was immortal before Eve took the apple.
Lilith gains power from her fall into hell. She develops demon like attributes and seems to have musical based magic. She also seems to retain or get immortality. So what does this fall mean? It means that Lilith was NOT HUMAN by the time Charlie was born.
So what does this mean for Charlie?
Well for one Charlie is NOT just some Hellborn. She is by Definition a Nephilim but she is not half-human. She would most likely be considered a Half-Demon, Half-Angel Nephilim.
This would explain her expansive (if never used) power base. The official power ranking has her tied with Lilith with only Lucifer being more powerful. Which makes complete sense. She is the Heir to the entire thing after all. (I actually think this is why Alastor couldnt make a deal for her soul and settled for a favor instead)
She also inheirited Angelic powers from her father. As seen by the fact that her default magic is gold. Which means she has angel blood in her veins. Lets be honest i wouldnt be surprised if she ended up bleeding gold in the future.
In fact she seems to have inherited most of her abilities from dear old dad.
Im pretty sure that just by shear ability and magic if Charlie wanted a kid she could probably create/magic one into exsistance no matter who her partner was.
But lets review Vaggie just for fun! Because I have thoughts
What do we actually know about Vaggie?
Well we know she is an angel. I say is because I dont think Lute or Adam actually have the power to cast an angel out of heaven AND she gets her wings back. This would mean she is not actually a sinner she would be closer to a fallen angel like lucifer.
We know she speaks Spanish and seems to be of Hispanic nature. BUT! Do we know if she was ever really human?!
We know Adam claims to have named her Vaggie. This could suggest three things
1) exorcist take on a new name when they join. But if this was true why wouldnt she leave this name behind and return to her human name once in hell? It would have kept her secret better and you'd figure she would want to leave behind the negative feelings that would come with her exorcist name.
2) Adam in his self-centered ways misheard her real name (maybe something like Aggie from Agatha or Maggie) and thought she said Vaggie or actively chose to misinterpret her name and she never cared to correct him. BUT Once more why would she not just return to her real name once with Charlie in hell?
Or 3) And this one is the real kicker. Vaggie is a Heaven-born Angel.
If the answer is 3 than it would imply that she was never human which brings her closer to lucifers biology.
Some other interesting things to consider about this last theory. Lute and Vaggie resemble each other a great deal. In fact, all the exorcist seem to have a similar body type. (I mean you could argue its the uniform but even without the uniform the resembalance between lute and vaggie is uncanny) and if I remember correctly at one point the exterminators are refered to as sister? I mean this could mean sisters-in-arms BUT What if ALL exorcist were heaven-born?
If they were never human this could explain both their ability and their desire to slay sinners. Much like Sera they wouldn't have any sympathy for the dammed because they wouldn't have any possible family that could end up down there. They would also have Very little connection to or concern for former humans. After all like Adam said they had their chance and they screwed up.
So in the end what does this all mean?
Well I actually already kind of said it
1) Fandom really needs to stop applying human biology to Charlie. She is a half demon half archangel Nephilim with incredible magic.
If charlie wants a kid she can probably magic one up no matter the obsticles please stop asking artist and writers how it is possible for her and vaggie to have a kid/get pregnant if they are both women - the answer is Charlie Magic.
2) all 4 of the above have the potential to be way stronger than they have been shown in the show.
And
3) Charlie is a potential BadAss and is just too nice to go full tactical nuke - this will be covered in my next ted talk.
#hazbin hotel theory#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#lucifer morningstar#lilith morningstar#vaggie#chaggie
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imagine if jing yuan eventually got jealous of mimi getting more attention than him
honestly ! THIS IS SO CUTE HELP HEHEHE
i couldnt help but wonder if this could be part of a one shot if someone wants to read it…i mean, i could make a spin off series of one shots and scenarios that stray off the main line story, using the current Vidyadhara reader !
In this scenario, we will be following the current timeline of the story, but i can put a little extra that strays from the original as a treat ! (so dont go telling Blade i made scenarios behind his back hehe !
REMINDER ! THIS IS BASED ON MY FANFICTION SERIES, DRAGON'S CRADLE !
TW : SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE THEMES !
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Though Yanqing was quite the rambunctious kid, during the night when he was left to his own devices, there was nothing else but him, and his papers, the moon, the sound of crickets, and more papers. Yeah…not to mention more papers of endless trivial reports spilled here and there on and under the small table in his room which he would read whenever he couldn't sleep.
Why ? To get sleepy by looking at something completely disinteresting.
Jing Yuan really couldn't help it. Almost everywhere his eyes landed, he would be reminded of his long lost companions. Though people say that wounds heal with time, how can 500 years not be sufficient enough to patch up all the pain he endured…?
Looking at his weapon he had stored in his room, he was reminded of Yingxing. Looking at Yanqing training, he was reminded of his own days with Jingliu. Looking at the Starskiffs in the sky, he was reminded of Baiheng who loved the galaxy, and once a member of the Nameless. Looking at the Alchemy Commission and the Scalegorge Waterscape, he was reminded of Dan Feng.
And at night when he was alone, looking up at the moon, he was reminded of Dan Jia.
But for the following days that (Y/n) resided in his abode for the time being, he felt like that void was slowly being patched up, like he wasn't the only one suffering in all this mess. Sure, he did want her to remember her past, but if it only will bring her suffering…
He would rather see her smile as she leaned against the wooden guardrail, gazing up at the moon. Like she was now, as they stood in silence, the only sound between them being the water splashing and the rushing in the manmade river in his personal gardens.
Jing Yuan relished in the sight of her smiling so peacefully, so carefree, like Dan Jia once did. He was about to call out to her when…
Sounds of heavy feet pressing against the dirt and pushing down the grass blades entered their ears, the sound of purring being the sole trait to the one that had interrupted them.
"Ah, Mimi !" (Y/n) called out, pushing herself off of the railings as she skipped off to the feline. She smiled brightly, a smile that she seldom showed any being, save for the large cat.
She ran her slender fingers through Mimi's mane, chuckling as she rubbed her face against Mimi's. Jing Yuan smiled and sighed, crossing over his arms, leaning against the wood, as he watched his companion put a smile on his dear friend's face.
Jing Yuan knew (Y/n) just needed a little love to give and receive without fear. He didn't regretted introducing Mimi to (Y/n), and he never would.
He takes it back. Oh how he wished he could take it back and say it again, this time with a grain of salt.
Another day he returns, another day full of useless complaints and meaningless reports. And another day of looking at (Y/n) and spending time with her as she ventured through the archives…and another day of…
"Mimi~!! Did you miss me~?" (Y/n) would coo out each time they returned from the Seat of Divine Foresight, after Jing Yuan had finished his work.
(Y/n) would let the feline approach her, as she bent down to embrace and kiss the snow lion. Jing Yuan would smile at her affectionate gesture to his companion…that is with an irk mark on his forehead.
Not to mention the snickering from Yanqing in the side.
"Looks like Lady (Y/n) here cares more for a lion than you, General." the young boy would tease.
"As long as she's happy, Yanqing. Have you not seen how much she smiles nowadays ? Perhaps I should treat Mimi to a little more…rewarding dinner soon." Jing Yuan would say, but he was obviously feeling different on the inside.
Yanqing would whistle, putting his hands behind his head as he looked at one of the seven arbitral generals in amusement. He raised one eyebrow, not even sparing a glance to the general to know what he was thinking. "Jealous, General ?"
"Me ? Jealous ? How amusing, Yanqing." Jing Yuan said with a deep chuckle. He raised a large hand and placed it on the boy's head, ruffling his blonde locks. "I wonder where did you get that idea, hm ?"
He wasn't jealous. Just the sound of it was ridiculous.
He couldn't be jealous. Right ?
Right....?
Wrong.
After Yanqing made that little comment about jealousy, Jing Yuan couldn't help but notice the little things that (Y/n) did around him.
He noticed that the dragon lady really wouldn't pay attention much to him. She would be in her own bubble at times. But whenever it was about Mimi, he had never see someone turn their head any faster than (Y/n) did.
(Y/n) was a quiet person for most of the part, barely talking much or showing too much expression, but she was always so happy to see the lion. She would run her hands through the feline's white mane, placing soft butterfly kisses all over, and praising the lion before hanging out with Mimi.
The worse part of it is that Mimi seems to understand the extra attention (Y/n) was giving her, and Jing Yuan's despair of not receiving any at all. Jing Yuan swears he could see that sly gleam in the lion's eyes. And he bet that if she could smirk, she definitely would be smirking at his despair.
He swears that the lion herself was plotting against him, rubbing her head against (Y/n)'s leg whenever she was home, walking around with a book in her hands. (Y/n) would look over, and pet the lion, that would lean into her hand, and purr loudly, making (Y/n) smile.
She would always be kissing and hugging the lion in front of him with a sweet smile on her lips. Those lips...that were never void with that waxy shine of her balm, those pink muscles pulling to reveal her pearly whites.
And it was beginning to get on his nerves.
Currently they were in his bedroom, since (Y/n) still had nightmares from time to time. His bedroom was literally her room now, where she would sleep. She even had her little mattress on the floor he had prepared for her.
(Y/n) was leaning against Mimi, the feline purring loudly, resting her head on her paws as her eyes were shut as the two sat on the matted floor of his room. (Y/n) had a book in her hand, reading something she was given to entertain herself. Jing Yuan too was on the floor with them, a few feet away, by his small floor table, reading away at some scrolls.
"Hey, (Y/n)..." Jing Yuan would call out, only to be interrupted by loud yawn from Mimi. (Y/n) chuckled and ran her slender fingers through Mimi's mane, scratching her gently which the lion loved.
"You're so cute, Mimi. The cutest in the estate. My absolute favorite." (Y/n) would praise, as she pampered the animal.
And after hearing that too many times, he had grown irritated of hearing that. He didn't want (Y/n) to be telling that to her. He wanted it for HIM. And it was so TEMPTING, with the way she would softly giggle and smile.
He bit his lip, watching (Y/n) talk to Mimi softly, like the lion was some baby. But he loved the view before him, smiling softly.
(Y/n) sat on the ground, with Mimi close to the window. Though she was basked with the warm glow of the golden light in the room, the moonlight bathed her best. The way the pure light would bounce off her (s/c) skin, her cheeks, accentuating the shape of her nose and the slant of her eyes, the shadows of her hair on her face, her beautiful silk robes that shone under the light.
Moonlight really suited her best, with the way it casted the most beautiful shadows under the purest lighting. She just looked so graceful, with the way her hair fell, the shine in her precious (e/c) eyes, the shape of her horns on her head, the gleam on her lovely plump lips accompanied with her soft voice that was lulling him to sleep.
He wondered what it was like to be in Mimi's place, to be smothered in kisses...
"Princess..." Jing Yuan would call out again, only to be hushed by (Y/n) who was still baby-talking to Mimi.
He felt so annoyed. He had never been irked up to this point. Was a lion being prioritized over him now ?! She couldn't be serious, right ?!
He felt something deep inside him burning. Anger. Not really. He couldn't be angry at (Y/n) who was pampering Mimi. And he wasn't angry that Mimi was getting affection. Was he upset ? No.
Was this the jealousy Yanqing was talking about ?
Whatever it was, Jing Yuan had enough. If he was jealous, so be it. He was going to confront this matter head on. So he moved, putting down the scroll in his hands. And with a swift moment, got up and approached (Y/n).
Jing Yuan planted his right hand firmly on the ground next to (Y/n), his knee firmly on the ground next to her thigh. His left foot landed on her other side, as he pulled the book out of (Y/n)'s hands, leaning forward as he trapped her between his muscular figure and Mimi's sleeping figure.
"Jing Yuan--" "Pay attention to me too, (Y/n)."
"H-huh...?" (Y/n) gasped, lips slightly parted, quite confused as her cheeks began to heat up from the close confrontation. (E/c) eyes met hungry and impatient honey gold eyes, as it seems Jing Yuan had enough of this behavior of (Y/n)'s.
"I said pay attention to me, (Y/n). I've had enough of you babying Mimi but you don't listen to a word I say." he sternly said, almost glaring at her from behind his messy white bangs. He snapped her book shut after taking note of the page she was on earlier, setting it aside carefully.
"Jing..." "Yuan. Call me Yuan." Jing Yuan insisted, wanting her to use his first name instead of his last. They were close enough for her to do that, right ?
"Go on, say it." he said, his possessive side taking over him. He waited, waited for her to say his name with those pretty lips of hers.
"Y-Yuan..." (Y/n) said shyly, not used to his sudden dominance. Her cheeks were burning red, even under the dim lighting, her eyes cast down as she cutely said his name.
Oh God...
"Again." he commanded, using his large hand to hold her chin tenderly, tilting her head up so that her eyes would meet his.
The sound of her calling him by his first name was making him feel things...
"Yuan..." she shyly said, again, her eyes meeting his own. Her pink lips moved to say his name, the way they pursed and parted...
He couldn't handle himself anymore.
Jing Yuan closed his eyes smashed his lips against (Y/n)'s own, feeling his lips molding against her soft own. His heart was beating in his ears, as his instincts kicked in, wanting more and more from her.
Her lips were so sweet...so soft. It was even better than what he had ever imagined them to be.
They pulled back for a moment, to catch their breath. Their eyes were still in contact, swirling with emotions full of need and want. (Y/n)'s cheeks were flushed as was his own, their chests close to touching as they heaved, rising and falling rapidly to take in oxygen they lost.
But he was still breathless.
She...was so breathtaking...
Mimi sensed the heat between the two individuals as she woke up and moved. As (Y/n) was about to fall, Jing Yuan caught her with his hand, and slowly laid her down onto the matted floor. He looked at the lion, and as Mimi laid down, to sleep again, he swore he could see her wink at him.
He took that as a sign as he looked back at (Y/n).
"Y-Yuan...?" (Y/n) called out and he felt something inside him snap.
Her hair was disheveled in an enticing way, her eyes quite shocked and...needy, her lips were separated and the way her robe was falling off her shoulder...
(Y/n)'s slender hands went around his neck, as her face got closer to his. Oh...how he wanted this moment to happen...and it was finally taking its course...
Her lips were so close to his. So he shut his eyes to relish in the feeling of pleasure...the distance was less than a single millimeter before their lips would meet again when she whispered,
"Wake up."
Jing Yuan's eyes opened in a flash, as his chest heaved. He sat up, trying to understand his surroundings, when he noticed he was on the bed. He must've fallen asleep after he took a bath, overthinking about Yanqing saying he was jealous earlier when they returned.
He sighed as he laid back down on the bed, putting his forearm over his eyes. It was just a dream. But it was so...real.
Her lips...felt so soft.
Wait, speaking of lips, where was (Y/n) ?
He quickly sat up, eyes scouring around before he saw the woman he was seeking for on the floor, the lion curled up to keep her comfortable. Jing Yuan sighed as he got up from the bed, picking up the sleeping dragon lady in his arms.
(Y/n) stirred in her sleep, (e/c) eyes opening to look at him in a daze. "Jing...?" she sleepily called out.
Jing Yuan smiled as he placed her on the bed, putting a pillow between them as a simple barrier. "You look uncomfortable on the floor, princess. Here, sleep here for the night, okay ?"
"Mhm..." she sleepily nodded. Jing Yuan chuckled as he laid on the bed next to her, reaching a hand over to stroke her hair.
(Y/n) took his hand, clasped softly between her smaller own. Then she closed her eyes, bringing his hand close to her face as she began to doze of again.
Jing Yuan's eyes widened a little, before he smiled, his heart melting at the sight of the pretty woman before him. Sure that she was asleep, he placed a soft kiss on her temple, satisfied with just that after getting quite the scare from his dream.
"Sweet dreams, my princess..."
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr jing yuan x you#jing yuan x reader#jing yuan x you#dragon's cradle#Erin's requests
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"i dont know why but i like it." | euronymous part 2 of "playing a dangerous game."
diet mountain dew - lana del rey
summary: pleasure torture with euronymous
p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.
sub!female!reader x dom!euronymous
contents: bdsm, degradation, praise, pain-kink, spanking, wax play, edging, overstimulation, squirting
so after ditching the party, you and euronymous were hand in hand, running down the street. he had told you that you were heading back to his place, but you didnt think he'd live in an apartment like a normal person would.
he opened the door to his room, letting you go in first. after he walked in, he locked the door behind him. and for some reason, it sent a shiver down your spine.
you stood still, holding your hands in front of you. you really hadnt thought about how this would go. you didnt know what people like him did when they had guests over, but you knew that it was gonna be a bumpy ride.
he started approaching you slowly, the sound of his black boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing thoughout the room. you started backing up a little as he approached you like a predator hunting its prey.
he got you back into the wall, exactly where he wanted you. he put a hand to your neck, keeping a firm but comfortable grip. "ive never seen a girl quite as pretty as you... but you'd be a lot prettier if you were tied up, tears running down your face as i used you for my own pleasure, dont you think?" you froze a little as you heard this.
"w-w... what... what do you mean..?" you stammered, immediately wishing you didnt ask when you saw the toxic smile creep up on his face. "im glad you asked, doll." and with that, he dragged you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
he pushed you onto his bed as he grabbed his lighter and lit a few candles around the room. you looked up to see what he was doing. he walked over to you, standing right over you. he pulled you up so you were face to face with him. his eyes roamed down your body.
"such a nice dress. i'd be a shame if something happened to it, wouldnt it?" he grinned as the tore the chest area of the dress, exposing your tits and pierced nipples. you gasped as he did this, completely shocked. you didnt think things would escalate this quickly.
he chuckled softly as he saw the piercings. "huh, so youre a naughty little girl, hm? who wouldve guessed." he said as he tore off the rest of the dress, throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side. you were left only in your little black thong.
he bit his lip a little as he sized you up. "on the bed, now." you obeyed him. you'd be lying if you said you werent excited to see how things would go tonight. "face down, ass up." he searched his drawer for a few things.
your face was in the pillow as you heard him rummaging through his things. after a moment, he came to you. "look up." he was standing beside you. you turned your head to see what he wanted you to see, and your eyes widened.
he had some rope, a ball gag, and a vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other. "you seen any of these things before, doll?" he asked. you nodded your head, even though this was all new to you.
"good. then this will be a breeze." he climbed onto the bed and got behind you, unravelling the rope. he grabbed your arms and put them behind your back. he wrapped the rope around your wrists, tying it with a tight knot.
it felt a little strange to be restricted like this, but you didnt complain. he lifted up your head and put the ball gag on you, stopping you from making any noises. he grinned as he saw you like this. "perfect. now youre all ready for me."
you couldnt ask what he meant, but you quickly got the idea when he moved your thong to the side. he sighed as he saw you little pussy, just there waiting for him. his mind filled with fantasies of how he was going to destroy you tonight.
you felt the cold air of the room hit your pussy, making your breath hitch slightly. euronymous spat on it before massaging it in with his thumb. you whimpered quietly at the feeling of his touch.
you saw as euronymous picked up the paddle from the corner of your eye. before you could process this, he landed a hard slap right on your ass, making you scream out in pain. well, it would have been a scream if the gag wasnt there to suppress every sound that you made.
euronymous smiled as he saw the red mark stain your ass. he spanked you again, making you whimper even louder. your pussy started to ache for attention. with every spank, you found yourself enjoying this treatment more and more.
"such a good fucking whore for me..." euronymous whispered as he ceased the abuse on your ass, which was completely red by now. "now, if your a good little slut for me, you get a reward. but if you're naughty, then you get punished. understood?" you didnt know what he meant by punishment, so you didnt respond.
he picked up one of the lit candles and tipped it, pouring the hot melted wax all over your ass. you cried out as tears pricked at your eyes. that was what he meant by punishment. "i said, understood?" you nodded quickly, not wanting to get punished again.
he smiled before picking up the vibrator. you heard as he switched it on, becoming desperate for touch. you lifted your hips in the air a little more. he chuckled softly before pressing the vibrator against your aching clit.
you let out a loud, muffled moan, your cunt already leaking from this simple action. "you like that, hm?" he said softly. you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.
he liked how this was starting out. he turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you scream out. your hips started rolling against the toy, your liquids making the perfect lubricant for the vibrator.
euronymous started to move the vibrator up and down your slit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you started to tremble as you felt your orgasm nearing. he sensed this and turned it up even more.
you put your head into the bedsheets as your back arched into the toy. you were so close to reaching the perfect orgasm. just a few more seconds, and you'd be in heaven. but euronymous wasnt about to let that happen so easily.
your pussy started to throb as the vibrations took over your body. your hole clenched as it made way for your leg shaking orgasm. your moans came through the gag as your stomach started to knot. you bucked your hips against the toy as your orgasm was a second away from flooding through you.
but this was enough to tick him off, making him pull away the toy, earning you a hard and painful spank. you whimpered out in pain and disappointment from not being able to cum.
"what did i say about being a naughty girl?" he asked as he poured more candle wax onto you. tears streamed out of your eyes and fell down your face at the feeling of this excruciating pain.
"fucking whore. getting needy, hm? you want me to let you cum?" you nodded as tears fell down your face. he hit your ass with the paddle once more, making you whimper. "you'll only cum when i fucking say so."
he ran his index finger over your dripping wet cunt, going painfully slowly. you tried your very best to keep your composure. he saw how hard you were trying to keep him pleased, so he let you have your way and stuck two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace.
you started moaning through the gag, your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. he slammed his fingers into you at a brutally fast rate, making your insides tremble. your back arched more and more as your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, you cumming all over his fingers.
he chuckled darkly. "little slut couldnt resist cumming all over my fingers. but im not done with you yet." he had no intention of stopping. he continued to finger you, despite your moans turning into cries and attempted pleas.
the louder you got, the more he wanted to drain every last drop of cum out of you. he picked up the vibrator, turning it on to the maximum setting before pressing it against your clit as he continued to finger you.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool coming out from the sides of your mouth. you could feel your entire body heating up as you felt an unfamiliar sensation growing in your core.
you didnt know what was happening, you were unable to think at all from the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, along with the vibrator making your body twitch.
this feeling in your core grew into something inhumane. your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you squirted all over his fingers and the toy. it was like a fountain coming out of you, it not stopping for a few moments.
euronymous laughed as you released your liquids all over him. "yeah... just like that, whore. such a good girl for me..." he'd say as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned off the vibrator.
you were still a shaky mess, trying to catch your breath as you were relapsing from that unearthly feeling. your pussy was still pumping as if his fingers were still inside of you.
euronymous untied the rope around your wrists and removed the gag from your mouth. he pulled you up so that he could take a good look at your face. your mascara was completely ruined, falling in black streams down your cheeks. your lipstick was smudged, and your hair was a mess.
he smiled as you were still catching your breath. "there. now youre absolutely perfect." he said before taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss.
author's note: first two-parter ive ever done, and I'm kind of liking it idk. i hope you all liked this one!
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ok but what if instead of being a bobots they were a kitty cats 🤯
ok so um. yeah. basically tfp warrior cats au of an au (im changing events too here fuck canon; as well as some characterizations). i'll designing the other characters too and maybe give bits of the story im giving it. giggles. Also i haven't read warriors in years i only got to half of the second arc lmao
but anyways this is still on early construction but what i have is that there was this massive as shit colony of cats living in a huge ass territory and idk there was something like the inequality in canon (i haven't read the Aligned books so im making this up on the fly) and yadda yadda war happens tons of cats leave even more die and the territories get ravaged, probably there was a wildfire that was the final nail on the coffin for the old territories (cybertron). The main story would take place in a run down abandoned city where resources are very scarce (which would be earth, also humans sorta disappear here lol) where the brightsparks (autobots) are hiding from the shatterclaws (decepticons) while looking for ways to restore the old territories as well as a stronger connection with Goldenspark (primus) and instead of tech maybe its like,,, starclan magic or something lmao. the humans are mini rats here and are in danger from the shatterclaws just like, killing them or something idk (also also the humans here are NOT up to scale they'd be a bit smaller compared to the drawings here). so some quick stuff:
-shriekingsky is starscream (i wouldve kept the original name but it wouldve ended up being Starstar) who's the traitorous deputy of the shatteredclaws
-shatteredstar is megatron. no one likes him. he made a pact with the devil (unicron for whom i have yet to come up with a name) in an attempt to use the dead souls in the dark forest as pawns for his faction or something and also to get the nine lives (but evil and fucked up)
-crimsonstrike is knockout. medic of the shatteredclaws and while being on their side isn't particularly loyal to shatteredstar. he and shriekingsky were the equivalent of highschool mean girls as apprentices bc i thought that would be funny
-brokenstone is breakdown. originally part of the brightsparks, but something something happened that made him not really trust them anymore, that plus probably crimsonstrike accidentally helping him out caused him to switch sides
-owlglare is ratchet. goofy ass eyebrows. really REALLY wants to restore the old territories, which causes some slight conflict with the others who also want to protect the city (bc of the mice as well as other rogue cats i dont know yet)
-sparkstar is optimus. god damn i struggled so bad with his design. you know him.
-bumblepaw is bumblebee i couldnt bring myself to change his name. he's a baby sparkstar found in the trash. like in canon he wants to get his warrior name back home so hes keeping the apprentice one for now
-the rats the humans. most of the population dont know about the cats and if they did they'd probably panic a whole lot. these had me looking up rat color morphs
#transformers#tfp#maccadam#catformers#starscream#megatron#knockout#breakdown#optimus prime#ratchet#bumblebee#jack darby#june darby#miko nakadai#raf esquivel#agent fowler#GAW DAMN. sorry for being cringe it will happen again etc etc
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TWD crushing on (an Oblivious) Reader
YOOO WE KINDA DUMB
upset there isnt alot of twd x male reader fics that arent smut but anyways
my very select few men💀💀 i might do a part 2 i just wanted to post
THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI
Daryl Dixon
Our man Mr. Daryl Hiding His Emotions Dixon 🫶🫶
Its fine you didn't notice at first
He seems like he kinda hates you from how quiet he is. Quite the opposite
Being quite in love with someone who isnt a woman is kinda just like. Not processed in his mind??
He didn't know how to feel at first
But eventually he confessed to Carol about how he feels (she suspected something but anyways)
To be honest he had a plan to ask you out
But was extremely extremely hesitant
"They prolly don' even like guys" He'd say
I think both of yall are oblivious
It was a group effort to get yall together
Like all these long ass runs, leaving gifts saying it was from the other
You probably had to be the one to confess ngl
Glenn Rhee
Glenn aint too obvious. Thats what he tells himself atleast
Hes very obviously crushing on you. The only one who cant see it is you
He'd pull harmless pranks, compliment you, help you around, usually adding on a lil wink for lil extra
Yet you still didn't get it. You just thought he was being a goody good friend
Especially since its a bit hard to find any queer folk that like you around here IN FUCKING VIRGINIA/GEORGIA
"You look nice today, Y/n." *Shitty Glenn wink* "Oh thanks man!"
Your obviousness is apart of what Glenn absolutely loved about you though
It gives him time to really think out his lil confession
Which took a while but he had it down! Flowers!!
Who doesnt like flowers??
Well Glenn originally planned to give you flowers. That was until Eugene let it slip that he likes you one time💀💀
You ended up interrupting Glenn like mid confession just because you knew
Simon
Negan teases him for his obviousness
Simon would yell it to the top of his lungs if he must (he probably has to)
Always gives you any ice cream or first shot of a drink
He also always has his arm around you or is LITERALLY FLIRTING WITH YOU
You couldnt tell tho. he looked gay and homophobic to be honest.
So you just didnt say anything
Simon, running out of ideas, asked Negan for any ideas
Since its, Negan what do you expect? Something cute and romantic?? No
SHOW OFF YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS OF COURSE‼️
So with this in mind Simon approached your room with some drinks and did what he does best!
Sexual jokes about his dick and such seeing if you'd take the bait
You didn't you just got a bit flustered and laughed along
Until yknow he actually just went with the impulse and kissed you
FINALLY YOU GET THAT HES LIKE IN LOVE WITH YOU
Owen (Wolf)
The king of being either really obvious or the complete opposite
Depending on your guy's situation then heres the various ways itll go down
Owens a prisoner in Alexandria? He'll tell you nearly everything about him. Along with the fact if he gets out of there hes taking you with him!
How romantic!!
If youre apart of the Wolves then you have for sure caught his eye!
He'd do anything for you and I mean anything! Well as long as he's yknow still in control of the situation.
You cant ignore him either. He'll make as much noise as possible for you to go back to talking to him.
Owen will try to stalk you to see what you like
Or try to get that info out of you through a weird interrogation
You dont notice though. If anything youre a bit weirded out that this kinda crazy cult guy is like asking you your favorite color but anyways
Eventually in the middle of one of these investigations hes just gonna kiss you (probably quite roughly too)
"I like you. So youre mine now." "I- Ok sure??"
#simon twd x reader#twd x male reader#twd x reader#daryl dixon x male reader#daryl dixon x reader#wolf twd#owen twd#glenn rhee x male reader#glenn rhee x reader#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead x male reader
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OKAY HELLO you're so right on sub leaning Leon x do leaning switch girl pls elaborate my head will explode
hey!! i’m totally cool with writing it for this ask bc i mentioned it in the original post but for anyone thinking of sending in a req please note that i don’t like writing sub!reader! also i’m sorry everyone i try to write asks in the order they’re sent in but I COULDNT HELP MYSELF I WAS SO EXCITED!
no pronouns mentioned, pegging mentioned so afab reader ig, praise and degradation, switch!reader, mean dom!reader, sub!leon, soft soft soft dom!leon
leon doesn’t really put the label on himself. honestly? he doesn’t really think about it most of the time. he usually assumes that people want him to take the leading role, so he does. he likes it enough for it to be enjoyable.
when he meets you, someone so clear about what they like and what they want, he feels more comfortable. he likes it when you initiate, when you lead, even when you’re not being dominant. he likes being kissed, being touched, being adored.
you tell him what you are. a dominant-leaning switch. you like being in control most of the time, but not all of it. it’s just about the kind of mood you’re in. he thinks that makes sense.
he considers what he is. slightly more submissive, he assumes, maybe even mostly. sure, there’s the part of him that’s the caregiver and protector that makes him just a little bit more willing to acknowledge the other side, but most of the time, his care and attentiveness tend to make him more of a service sub than anything else. he wants to please, wants to give you everything you want, he wants to provide that for you.
you are more dominant most of the time, leading and initiating and controlling, pushing him against the walls of your bedroom or pressing down on his shoulders to put him on his knees. he just complies so easily, it would be impossible to resist.
“who do you belong to? who owns this pretty cock?” you ask him.
“you do. it’s… uhm, it’s yours… it’s your pretty cock to do whatever you want with…”
he really likes to be talked down to, he realizes, likes it when you call him dumb and stupid and naive, likes it when you say someone could take advantage of how nice he is, how you could take advantage of it. he likes how your mean words cut into his dignity. pretty slut. stupid whore. pathetic little thing.
he likes being yours, being taken, he discovers he likes being pegged too. he doesn’t expect it because he’s a guy and he’s conditioned to believe anything going up his ass is wrong, but you coax him into it, using your obvious power over him to persuade him into trying it at least once. he came so hard from being fucked that he could have sworn he saw stars.
he likes being yours, yours to love and adore, yours to fuck and degrade and be nothing but cruel to.
and yet, when you’re having a particularly bad day, which leon can tell you are because he can see the exhaustion in your eyes and shoulders, he steps up. your body tells the whole story of what happened, but he asks anyway.
“do you need anything from me?” he asks, and you look up at him, softer and more gentle than usual, almost more vulnerable, “hey, sweetheart, look at me. don’t tell me if you don’t wanna, but i can’t help you unless you let me. do you promise you’ll let me?”
you nod, leaning back against the bed as leon crawls in with you, lips pressing against your cheek in a soft, sweet kiss as his hands wander, touching whatever parts of you they can find.
leon notices your stress, the ache so heavily present in your bones, so he murmurs pretty little words into your ear, leaving kisses in their absence, “baby, baby, you’re okay. do you want me to touch you? would that help?”
“yeah…” you groan, leaning into him, hiding your face in a sense of shame that leon can’t quite understand yet.
“okay, got it. easy, sweetheart, i got you. i’m just gonna make you feel better, okay? just be good and let me help you feel better.”
you can’t respond, too lost in the moment to even try to, but you lean into him, not trying to hide yourself anymore. his words are so sweet, so gentle, and it’s hard to compose yourself and get yourself together when he’s right here, offering himself to you as help for your problem.
“that’s it, that’s my girl… you’re doing perfectly, always so good. you work so hard, baby, you do so much for me and everyone around you,” he mumbles, lips kissing against your jaw and neck and hands all over you. he can’t get enough.
“you make me feel so loved and so special, let me do that for you. let me take care of you,” you truly do take such good care of him. leon can’t help but want to pay back all the times you’ve comforted him during a nightmare or whatnot. all the times you’ve kissed away his tears when he cries.
“can you be good for me? i just wanna help you, baby. let me help you relax,” he mumbles again, his hands moving lower and lower until he’s touching you with a dexterity he’s never quite had before. “a couple orgasms should get rid of my baby’s stress, hm?”
his voice doesn’t sound like it usually does. it’s lower, calmer, softer. he’s gentle, so much more than you are. he couldn’t even imagine saying the things to you that you say to him, but yet he loved every second of being on the receiving end of them. it’s ironic. odd. he can’t quite explain it.
but he likes being gentle with you, being sweet and soft and maybe a little bit teasing, but not too much. he gives you everything you ask for, too enamored with you to say no.
“leon,” you murmur to him during your mandatory after sex cuddles, head still a little foggy, and he immediately perks up, like a puppy who’s owner called its name.
“hm? what’s up?”
“don’t let this get to your head…” you say to him, clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline. in some ways, he is, “i’m… still in charge.”
he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “of course you are, baby.”
#sub leon kennedy#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon s. kennedy#leon kennedy smut#sub leon kennedy smut#resident evil#leon kennedy resident evil#resident evil smut#reader insert#smut#sub!leon#re2r leon#re2 smut#re2#re2r#re4#re4 leon#re4 remake#re4 smut#resident evil 4
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BEHOLD. JACK DESIGNS APLENTY TO MATCH WITH THESE SAMMY DESIGNS. I had so much fun designing and drawing these guys, as I wanted to make Jacks that specifically complimented their Sammys. LONG WINDED DESIGN NOTES UNDER THE CUT
Pair 1:
i knew that i wanted to make at least one absurdly tall Jack and he was a perfect candidate
matching music tie and bowtie!!!
i love height difference sam and jacks and jack deserves to be the taller one sometimes
this Jack is probably Dominican. gotta get that latino rep in here lets gooo 💪😎 (lighthearted)
their shirts are the same shade of white which you'll see again in the third pair
iirc i wanted to give tribute to TIOL so I made this Jack orange, though I kept it leaning yellow to better compliment Sammy's blond tips
i think this Jack is the prettiest
Pair 2:
i originally wasn't planning on giving Jack dyed hair but I thought it would be cute for both of them to have it dyed since this Sammy has bleached hair like his VA. I tried to keep it subtle since he already had so much color on him that I didn't want it to look overcrowded
I love red/pink Jacks but instead of a sweater vest I gave him a normal vest since I feel like I don't see that a lot on Jacks?
i tried to lean into more mischievous vibes with him because I think more Jacks deserve to be pranksters, as a treat
he also looks chill to counterbalance a pretty high strung looking Sammy
this Jack is very very loosely inspired by someone I know irl. not really appearance wise, just through vibes
i don't think these two are dating but they are inseparable as per usual
Pair 3:
the glasses on Jack were a last minute addition because i KEEP ON FORGETTING TO GIVE CHARACTERS GLASSES
the green sweater and hat match his Sammy's green eyes (not pictured here). i like to think he does this on purpose
they both have gray hair because i think its so pretty
i think this Jack is probably the cutest
this pair is comprised primarily of soft shapes
Jack's hair is actually inspired by someone i used to know!
Misc. Notes:
i need to give more characters glasses
i forgot facial hair existed oops
i didn't set out on designing them with the intention of making the first pair both Black and the second pair both Asian, but I do think it adds something to how they operate as a pair. you gotta stick together, y'know?
in the initial sketching process i wasn't planning on drawing Sammy along with the Jacks but i realized very quickly i couldnt design them without their Sam there. they are a set! do not separate!!
this does mean that there's a scrapped Jack design sitting in that file...alone....Sammyless.... very sad. I gotta get that man a Sammy
#victors art#jack fain#sammy lawrence#sammy x jack#batim coffeecake#bendy and the ink machine#batim#batdr#THE LAST IMAGE DESCRIPTION KEPT ON MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARING DESPITE SAVING IT. LETS HOPE IT WORKS NOW
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Ragatha, Jax, and Kinger when the reader takes their clothing
this was originally going to be the full cast but then i realized that zooble and gangle dont really have.. clothes..
and also i already did pomni and caine in a similar post so uhuhuh!!
yeah
RAGATHA:
she walks in on you wearing her bow.. she had been looking for her; but if you want it shes more than happy letting you keep it! she has more than enough ribbon to replace it! i dont think she would mind at all, in fact i can easily see her encouraging it as long as its nothing too weird. hair accessories, jackets, dresses and shoes are free game in her eyes! i think this might even prompt her to get her hands on more stuff so you guys both have a wider wardrobe.. if youre doing it because you miss her, though, i dont think she would mind it either. she finds it endearing.. she makes a mental note to clear out her schedule for you
JAX:
you probably snatch a spare pair of overalls (which.. he might not have since the clothing is attached to the body in the circus but shhh we can bend the canon for this post). you really think hes not going to make fun of you when he catches you? i mean sure hes not going to berate you or be too mean, but hes going to keep referencing it every now and then. deep down he does find it a little cute, though. like cute in a "aww theyre a wet cat". probably teases you/jokes about whether or not you can pull the clothing off.. might lightly call you a weirdo if you admit you did it because you missed him. its mean, yeah, but jax isnt the most. emotionally aware or mature
KINGER:
you take one of his robes, you just couldnt help yourself. it was just so warm and soft... and i dont think kinger would mind you borrowing it, either. i mean hed rather you be toasted and comfortable if youre cold! might offer you to wear the one hes already got on before realizing the fact it would leave him bare/j
probably busts out his other robes, that might have different colors or patterns.. lets you pick one you like.. unlike the others i dont think it would be him walking in on you or you missing him. how could you miss him if hes almost always hovering around you? i think he would just straight up offer to let you borrow his clothes if you ask. you guys are about to have the most comfortable cuddle session ill tell you that
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#ragatha x reader#ragatha x you#ragatha imagine#jax x reader#jax x you#jax imagine#kinger x reader#kinger x you#kinger imagine
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BEST YGO GIRL: ROUND 5, ALL GROUPS
Group C Finals!
please use this as an opportunity to say why you like a character, not why you don't.
Propaganda under the cut!
Anzu Mazaki
the original It Girl, very underrated
anzu masaki is stubborn. she’s all about friendship and she believes in you soooo much. she’s the type to give you a lecture while picking you up because she’ll never leave you stranded but you should take better care of yourself. she has dreams of being a dancer and takes that risk in moving to whole different COUNTRY to follow her dreams. vote for anzu!!!
This is ANZU. Yugioh's most dedicated friendship philosopher!!! The one who knew the power of friendship before anyone else did!! Always backing up her guy friends even when (especially when) they're up their own asses about card games!! Not the mom friend bc she's reckless and nuts in her own special way!! The girl Yami confided in when he couldn't even confide in Yuugi... who sees through everyone's bullshit into their true feelings.... who said "learning how to love yourself is a game we play our whole lives"..... She is THEE GIRL. Literally iconic. Foundational to the whole damn text!! She didn't haul ass after a bunch of goofy card game geeks supporting them through 343 chapters and suffer through endless early 2000s Anzu-bashing fic to NOT win this tournament!!
Isis Ishtar
gorgeous, very caring sister, strong duelist, and the only woman to ever make Seto Kaiba squirm
anyways. not only as mentioned above is she the first woman to make kaiba squirm, but she was by all means going to beat him if not for the millennium rod's millennium interference. yami marik admits that she's a strong duelist with a strategy that's been working for literal years-- and given that she's not like, a professional duelist, thats pretty impressive
she also recently got some really cool meta bumps and let me point out that an "ishizu deck" now includes obelisk the tormentor-- which we knew she had prior to giving it to kaiba, but i think it only solidifies my opinion that she very much could wield an Egyptian God Card, an exclusive little club for top tier duelists
as a character she presents herself with an amazing amount of poise and grace, shes compassionate and kind and stays with mai and serenity even though she only just met them. shes struggling through living the past 5 years of her life drowning in guilt for her family's tragedy just because she wanted to make her little brother happy and shadi is a fucking liar. shes foretold her own death and marches towards it grimly but with so much love in her heart. and even then shes 20 years old and holds an important position in the egyptian government that typically requires a doctorate degree AND has been dealing with mariks off-and-on bullshit entirely by her lonesome. she also likes to flex her fortunetelling a little which is awesome i think she should do that more that scene where she tells the guy exactly how the stele is being transported was so everything
speaking of shes got such an attitude. "is it your destiny to waste my time?" iconic. never seen before will never be seen again. watch the duel between her va and joeys its so fucking funny
shes excult. shes doesnt flinch in the face of god nor death. seto kaiba and yami marik respect her. shes so sad and so sweet and battle city couldnt have happened without her.
also her parallels with kaiba are what motivate kaiba to give yugi the card he needed to beat marik.
kaiba, in duelist kingdom, was ready to jump off a ledge if yugi didnt let him through to face pegasus while trying to save mokuba out of sheer desperation to save his little brother. he KNOWS what that dedication feels like and the iron kind of will you need to have to make that kind of gamble. isis is being so fucking legit with what shes saying and he respects that and her judgement enough to change his mind and not only watch the duel, but give yugi a card that eventually helps him win, even if he has no real confidence in the odds. but theres a CHANCE, which is the same thing he taught her when he beat her in a duel. the layers its her faith that moves him to act. which is so crazy
anyway vote isis shes my best friend forever and a real rep for all the 20 year olds who honest to god did not sign up for this bullshit
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HI WELCOME TO PARKHUMANS
I'm KAZ (he/him) and i'm an artist cartoonist etc etc you know the drill.
ever since i was a kid i had a massive special interest in theme park history and for whatever reason that's been really present in my life as of late. so i created parkhumans, which as you could probably gather is a project where i humanize a ton of rides, attractions, hotels and the like out of a passion for them and their history. i tend to include a lot of anthro elements in my designs too, so the term 'human' is pretty nebulous. more elaboration on what these are will come later down here
ive actually had this project going for a while, i just havent posted much about it here because i just couldnt find the time to. woopssss
some other things i feel are important to know
i dont just exclusively humanize disney parks/attractions. my theme park special interest is very general and encompasses multiple parks not just those
i hate disney as a company and i am sure to make that explicitly clear. when i praise their theme parks, none of that praise is directed towards disney as an enterprise, it's towards the people who are behind the engineering and art of the resorts. again it bears repeating that i am very vocal about the fact that i Do Not support disney as a company. im extremely critical of them. im just a big proponent of preserving the hard work that goes into these resorts and i think that work deserves to be highlighted, and im glad i can convey the history behind these attractions with my art
do not conflate the parkhumans project with c0untryhumans or anything of the same vein. they are not remotely comparable. c0untryhumans is pretty inherently bigoted just as a concept. i don't like the prospect of being conflated with that as with the parkhumans project is something i create with as much tact in mind. i purposefully go out of my way to avoid depicting things that are offensive or in poor taste in this project.
tangentially related to that last point, there are certain attractions i refuse to make designs for. generally this includes rides that have had tragedies occur directly on them that are inseparable from their histories (such as america sings), rides that have origins in inherently bigoted sources (this is why i wont ever do splash mountain) or have bigoted things within them, and, this one is more of a case by case basis, but i tend to stray away from heavily ip-focused attractions. what i mean by this is that you won't see me making characters based off star wars or marvel rides. this is more out of a personal place, as i simply just dont enjoy doing it. i feel like certain companies have gotten too comfortable just relying on their ips and its something im very loud about being disappointed in. i prefer to focus my time on the attractions i like, not ones that are just popular. of course that last one has a ton of exemptions so you cant expect me to 100% uphold it, but just keep in mind that i dont really pay mind to the attractions i feel are kind of corporate and shoehorned in. if you want more elaboration on my stance on this, here's a twt thread i made regarding it
normally i dont take requests for designs unless i ask for them myself. again, i like to do my own thing most of the time
i dont consider this to be a big collaborative thing, but that doesnt mean i wont let people make their own spins on this idea. i have my own vision in mind for this thing but im totally open to the idea of people making their own fanchars and stuff!
& some other things
here is a big doc i made explaining what parkhumans are in case you're wondering about the specifics of how they operate
also heres the toyhouse page
that should be it 👍 ok cya
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! BIG MWIII SPOILERS ! - My thoughts on the game
Soap's death just broke me honestly. Yeah the game was rushed, the plot was rushed whatever, I really wouldnt care about any of that if Soap was alive. But well he's not so
Again I could just ignore how rushed the campaign felt, because I don't care about it that much, but the fact that Soap's death felt so meaningless. I really thought that COD would AT LEAST give us some classic dramatic goodbyes and all that, but no. Yes maybe it was realistic, but did I like it? No.
Og!Soap's death in the original mw3 2011 felt way more emotional, with him saying goodbye to Price, the big reveal and all that. But here he just got shot, and right after that we went back into game mode and started shooting some bad guys. Like Soap was some secondary character
Honestly I don't really understand their decision to kill him off. I don't agree with this theory that they did it to "punish" ghostsoap shippers or something, because let's be honest, they couldnt care less about that. I mean this whole game was made in such a rush BECAUSE Activision saw how many new fans came from MWII and wanted to get some money out of it. And also there were many ghostsoap scenes in this campaign that I honestly would enjoy if not for the fact that all I can think about is Soap's death scene and how it ruins everything for me.
I think the reason why they decided to kill Soap was because they knew that many fans mostly care about ghostsoap, so they could either kill Ghost, their mascot and iconic character. Or beloved character Soap. And they went with the second option, because getting rid of Ghost would make them lose money. My biggest problem was THE WAY they killed him off. Again it was so rushed and idk
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm still mad and all that
#cod mw3#MWIII#mw3#call of duty#modern warfare#modern warfare 3#modern warfare III#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap#cod soap#cod ghost#ghoap#mactavley#mw3 spoilers#MWIII SPOILERS
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