#i think the holes are the reason for the bad taste but i dont have dry socket-hopefully
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Improvment check~!
im always curious about how much ive improved when i come across my old art from when i was a teenager still learning-and im still learning as an adult but-yeah, i'd say ive improved in alot of areas, becuase hey look i can draw the other eye now :D
#i really want a burger rn#but im still on a soft food diet for a lil while longer#my stitches came out#thankfully! i dont have dry socket like i thought becuase if i had dry socket-i would be in pain#so im all good#just a bit uncomfortable rn and have a bad taste in my mouth#i think its just covid tongue tho#i can still taste just-i have a constant bad taste in my mouth#i think the holes are the reason for the bad taste but i dont have dry socket-hopefully#anywayyyyys#i wanna cheese burger T_T
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also been thinking abt yunjin 💭💭💭 shes so pretty she probably looks even prettier when giving head T_____T groaning into your pussy bcs u taste sooo good and all this talk about being milked is making me lose my mind a lil !!! cause she would (tell me if this is not a okay subject for you!!!!!!!!!!) LOVE sucking on your pregnancy tiddies and tasting all your breast milk while she strokes her (g!p) thinking abt how she just wants to get you pregnant again and again if you'll keep producing such good milk for her ♡ probably cums on your pussy and eats you out again so you'll be "cleaned up" <333333
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader
warnings: oral + g!p + creampies + breeding + overstimulation + pregnancy + lactation
💌: god nonie i love u to pieces ur brain words fucking wonders this is my fave thing ever aghh im gonna kissyou
“stop squirming, princess.” yunjin’s voice is distant. she’s fucked you with her tongue to the point where it dont even feel like you’re in your body anymore, and it has you convinced your girlfriend’s tongue is a gateway to heaven.
“god, you taste good.” she hums, curling her fingers inside of you, making you lurch forward as a high pitched whine is ripped from you, clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
she pulls her drenched fingers from your hole before aligning her length with your entrance, using the moisture as lube to jerk her stiff cock at a sloppy pace just outside of your cunt, too desperate to maintain a steady one.
“‘m gonna knock you up.” she promises, sliding just the thick head of her dick inside as one of her hands palms your tit, pulling at your sensitive nipple. the pain makes you jolt, pussy trying to suck her in while you grab at her wrist in an attempt to stop the assault on your breasts.
“yunjin — hah — stop..hurts” you whined, already close to cumming. you both know that you don’t want her to stop and not bothering to use your safeword is enough of a reason for her to continue, pushes her dick inside with one thrust, the tightness too much for her to bear. “i know it hurts baby, but you like it, yeah? you’re a nasty little thing that’s why you like when i hurt you n use you like a fucktoy, right baby?”
there was something so sexy about yunjin’s dirty talk. maybe it was because your girlfriend is usually such a sweetheart but the second she’s balls deep in your cunt she can’t help her mean words and even meaner actions.
the pleasure is mindnumbing, making you unable to focus on anything but her dick fucking into you, the thick veins look delicious covered in your cream and you can’t look away, your mouth hanging open as you focus on her cock disappearing inside your stretched pussy.
“look at you, angel” she tells you, “look so pretty f’me bet you’ll look even better carryin’ my kid.” yunjin moans at the thought, pressing deeper inside, her only goal to fuck a baby into you. “can’t wait til your tits fill up with my milk, need to taste it so bad.” her eyes have rolled into the back of her skull now, mindless groans escaping her every now and then.
“give it to me” you were delirious, too fucked out to process the words as they left your mouth. “gimme a baby, yunjin, need it so bad. wanna make you a mommy ‘nd have you milk me,” her thrusts speed up, becoming harsh and uncoordinated. “you’ll help me right, yunie?” you’re such a goddamn tease it makes her want to wipe the faux pout off your lips.
“yeah baby, i’ll help. gonna milk you like a fucking cow ‘nd plug you full of cum like my breeding bitch.” she snarks, her balls slapping your ass with every push of her hips.
whines and mewls are your only response, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence as you approach your orgasm.
your walls clamp around her dick in a vice grip as you cream around her and the sensation is enough to make her blow her load, bucking her hips haphazardly as she empties her balls deep inside.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl” she moans, the praise combined with the thick ropes spilling inside makes you squeal, wrapping your legs around her to keep every drop of cum inside, neither of you wanting to waste her potent seed.
even after filling you up yunjin is insatiable, continues to slowly grind her hips into yours as she kisses you softly.
she won’t be done until she’s shooting blanks or passes out, whichever happens first.
#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot#♡.sweetheart: 🎀#le sserafim#huh yunjin#le sserafim x reader#le sserafim smut#huh yunjin x reader#huh yunjin smut#💌.g!p#💌.oral#💌.creampies#💌.breeding#💌.overstimulation#💌.pregnancy#💌.lactation
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trouble with a capital T (tony montana x reader)
summary: (y/n) has an unexpected admirer.
warnings: angst, smut-bit of a size kink? idk u tell me, violence, drugs, abuse, dubcon, blood, swearing, domestic abuse, fluff and a little stalking ig. also tony montana
words: 8.9k
notes: this is toxic asf pls beware when reading it. also reader here is stupid asf for narrative purposes do not be like that irl im begging you. i rly have a concerning taste in men and if someone ever finds this i dont kno any of you <3 enjoy!
There’s this new guy in town who looks like trouble with a capital “T”. Everyone has seen him in person, except (y/n). However, by the stories and theories she hears, the figure of this man becomes even more macabre. Nobody knows his real name. He’s known only as Scarface, which should be an indicator of his perhaps not-so-scary nature, but (y/n) is a bit of a coward, if she’s being honest.
Still, when the girl thinks of him, she likes to imagine he has his own reasons for doing what people say he does. It is a morally questionable service, certainly illegal—considerably inhumane—, yet something inside of her extends this guy the benefit of the doubt. It’s not an uncommon theme in Florida, anyway, selling drugs and whatnot, so perhaps Scarface isn’t of all bad. He is still surely just a man, right? But when she received Elvira’s messages saying there was a shooting in her neighborhood, and that Scarface was arrested for allegedly taking part in it, (y/n) felt a little overwhelmed about her previous considerations. Even if the guy wasn’t the devil like everyone made him to be, he was a criminal. A violent one at that, putting innocent people’s lives in danger, like her friend’s.
She couldn’t go see Elvie that day, but (y/n) told her she’d drop by as soon as possible. Elvira sent some pictures of her neighbor’s window with bullet holes, six of them. The neighbor was a man who lived alone and listened to loud music all day on Sundays. Why anyone would have ordered his death, they had no idea. But then again, (y/n) didn’t really trust men who’d hit on women even after being told “no” a couple of hundred times. It wouldn’t surprise her at all if he was a rapist, or a pedophile, or both. Anything was possible nowadays. The neighbor managed to escape the sniper’s attack and left through the back, anyway, and Elvira said he entered the backyard of her house to protect himself. She was really lucky that by that time, the police had already arrived at the scene and readily took the shooter into custody.
Scarface, according to Elvie’s description, was a short, rustic-looking man. He was white, but sunburned, with a stylish haircut reminiscent of the ‘80s and a shaven face. His eyes were big and dark, with a prominent nose, and there was a scar on his left eye, which obviously earned him the infamous nickname. He walked around with a worn Hawaiian shirt and a white wifebeater under it, the one everybody says he’s always wearing; from the waist down, he had shabby jeans held up by a leather belt and old-fashioned cowboy boots. The kind they used to wear in the Wild West, probably.
The guy was just an almost cartoonish figure, a villain straight out of some children’s TV show. And still, somehow, he was the terror of this city as of lately. Everyone licked his balls in an attempt to spare their own lives. Uselessly, of course, since he didn’t seem to have any real consideration for anyone or anything, except for money. So, it wasn’t exactly a certainty that he wouldn’t kill any of his so-called “friends” downtown, unless they owned something valuable to him—drugs, for instance.
And him being detained now, for the hundredth time that month, wasn’t really a relief, since he would soon be out. Because no one could ever catch him in the act—he was a professional, after all—, his stay in the precinct’s modest jail was only for a few hours. At most one night. Five hundred, even a thousand dollars in bail—or a bribe, in fact—was enough for the sheriff to release him with a faithful promise he would see Scarface again the following week. And it was no sooner said than done.
Nobody knew where he lived. There were rumors his home was in the neighborhood next to (y/n)’s, but it was never confirmed. It also wouldn’t make any difference to know where his residence was. Again: the guy was a professional. Even the mayor licked the floor he walked. But Scarface also had his enemies, obviously. On her block alone there were four or five men who would kill him in broad daylight with their bare hands, if given the chance. She didn’t know the story very well, but it obviously had something to do with settling scores. It always did.
Scarface, the cowboy-boots and burnt-skin, revolver-stuck-to-spine and walk-of-an-insufferable-bastard Scarface, was the greatest example of how the universe does not give any tips. The divine does not send signs. And when it does, it’s a bullet in the head, right in the middle of your eyebrows. Scarface is the universal clue of at least three people a week, but no one recognizes him as such. They’d rather bow to his feet, fearing for their lives, as if the devil had any sympathy in him in the first place. It was a funny paradox. Furthermore, the universe is also a sneaky son of a bitch. So, of course her brother would get into some trouble and end up in jail. And of course he would ask (y/n) to save his ass as she often did.
She quickly turned around the way she was making to the supermarket and parked in front of the station, luckily only a few blocks away from her destination. The girl entered the room in silence and wrinkled her nose slightly at the strong smell of pee and cigarettes coming from the back, where the small jail was. In the waiting room, there were only two men sitting with their heads down and a guard in front of the hallway that led to the detainees.
(y/n) went to talk to the guard and before disappearing, he told her to wait right there. She took a sit as far away from the two ominous-looking men as possible and pretended to be fiddling with her phone. In fact, she was distressed. Despite Manny being known for his little transgressions, he’d never been arrested before, so she had also never been to a police station up until that point. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her fingers were trembling slightly.
The guard finally returned and she let out a sigh of relief. He handed her some paperwork to fill and she paid the bail in silence. While she gave him her signature, loud voices and laughter could be heard approaching in the hallway next to the waiting room. The laughter was undeniably masculine, a deep voice reverberating through the walls of the quiet police station. (y/n) held her breath as her eyes landed on brown shoes touching the floor. She didn’t dare look up and quickly finished signing the papers, going back to her chair while the guard went to get Manny.
She stared down at her phone, her heartbeat speeding up again. The disturbing laughter ceased and the girl heard a rattle of keys followed by another clang. A thick accent thanked someone and (y/n) let out her breath, thinking he was leaving at last, but the heavy boots made their way to the water cooler right next to her. She bit her lip and sighed shakily, still not daring to look up. The way he was standing betrayed the lack of care for his spine, as he was unnecessarily leaning too far back. His loud gulps almost made (y/n) roll her eyes, despite her nervousness. He really looked like he came out of a cartoon with such deliberately theatrical behaviour.
The two men sitting away from her got up at the same time and walked out of the station, leaving just Scarface, another guard who was on the computer, and her. But as she had no luck, a voice called that damn guard and he left them both alone in the waiting room. At that point, (y/n) knew the asshole was just messing around with that glass of water he’d been drinking for the past two minutes. And for that reason, she decided to stand up straight and look at him. There was nothing to fear. She had nothing to do with his drug shenanigans.
The girl was only still hesitant of Scarface maybe trying to do something inappropriate, but she didn’t have time to run when he threw the cup in the trash and sat down on the empty chair right next to her. That man’s sly smile and predatory gaze made her shiver from head to toe. “Mornin’”, he states, his deep voice very close to her ear.
(y/n) turned to look at him and kept her expression solemn. “Morning”, she simply replies, and perhaps it comes out too imposing, because Scarface raises his eyebrows and looks at her with some humor.
“A tough one, huh? Just the way I like it.”
She wants to laugh at his words, but only shakes her head. “Are you fucking serious? You wish....”
“I wish what?”, he grabs her face tightly, forcing her to look at him. (y/n) freezes under his touch and can’t hide her panicked expression. He smiles satisfied and moves closer to her. “Your mama never told you not to talk to strangers, huh?”, she tries to pull away from his grip, but he pushes his fingers harder against her cheeks to the point of hurting. “Answer me.”
“You’re not a stranger, Scarface”, she grins and he lets go of her at last. (y/n) takes a deep breath and clears her throat, checking the time and tucking her phone into her front pocket. Thankfully, Manny’s voice is approaching in the hallway and she gets up, giving the guy a scowl. “I know you think you own this town, but remember you’re still just a guy. Get over yourself.”
“Oh, I know”, Scarface mutters, smirking like she’d just told him a great joke. He stands up and tries to touch her again, but (y/n) manages to avoid it. He then pulls her closer by the waist for a split second, as the guard and her brother appear in that instant. The man lets go of her quickly, and before he leaves, he flashes her a wink, “have a good day, baby.”
She watches angrily as Scarface disappears, caressing her aching face. The girl turns around to find Manny with a sorry expression, and she clenches her jaw. “Let’s go”, it’s all she says, walking out of the station without waiting for him.
♡♡♡
A week after that incident, (y/n) never left the house again. Until today, that is; she only went to her brother’s because he was starting to get a little worried about her confinement. She didn’t think of telling him why she was hiding for protection, because the less her family knew about that crazy drug dealer bothering her, the better.
(y/n) walked out of her car fast so she wouldn’t bump into Scarface on the street by any chance. Although it was pretty unlikely to happen, seeing as he didn’t usually hang out in her neighborhood, but she wouldn’t take any risks. No one besides herself knew what went on in the station and she didn’t intend to tell anyone else. The girl didn’t even know if she should have told anyone in the first place. The guy had this city in his hands. If he wanted to find her, it was a snap of his fingers.
But of course, (y/n) couldn’t run away forever. And the day she decided she’d go to Manny’s without any fear, while she was sitting on the sofa, that damned thick accent came from the front door. She widened her eyes and got up quickly, but when the girl reached the kitchen door, her scared expression met the man’s pleased one. He was smiling at something her brother was saying, however, as soon as he saw her, the mirth on his features was borderline sickening. Still, he visibly tried to play it cool because Manny was there.
(y/n) pretended not to care as she made her way to the bathroom and locked herself there, hands shaking violently. She sent millions of desperate messages to Elvira. The voices continued to chatter excitedly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have Scarface at her brother’s place. Like they were buddies.
Suddenly there was silence and someone knocked on the bathroom door slowly, barely audible. Her heart raced and she felt a lump forming in her throat, eyes watering without warning. Another knock. She put her phone away and slowly opened the door, not knowing what else to do or where else to go. The man’s intimidating presence greeted her and a victorious grin hovered on his lips. (y/n) looked into the living room for Manny, but there was no one. He seemed to have left for some reason, and she felt her world fall apart.
The girl stared back at Scarface and he was now serious, examining her body up and down with no shame. “So you’re family, huh?”, he muses, his terrifying voice making her shiver sharply. She sighed and went to sit back in the couch, accompanied by him, who was leaning against the doorway and still gazed at her without blinking. “When they told me you were Manny’s lil’ sis, I couldn’t believe it, baby! But here you are, I guess that makes him my brother-in-law”, he states, content as a child who solves a puzzle. “He told me you live alone, right? I might pay you a visit someday.”
“Right”, she merely scoffs, attempting her best not to show the shift in her seat hearing his words.
He smiles macabre, moving his index finger from side to side in denial. “You don’t talk to me like that, tigress. Let’s start there”, he looks around, making sure Manny’s still not there, and approaches her. (y/n) instinctively pulls away and he grabs her face just like before, forcing her to glance at him. “You don’t talk to me like that. Got it?” She doesn’t answer and he squeezes her cheeks even more, making her let out a groan of pain. “Got it?”
“Got it”, she spits out, begrudgingly.
(y/n) thinks he’s going to let go, finally, but first he gives her an awkward, aggressive peck on the lips. She instantly shoves him and wipes her mouth to somehow undo that contact. Scarface laughs, “you’re so cute, baby.”
“What are you doing with my...”
Manny arrived as soon as she closed her mouth, readily engaging in another conversation with Scarface while ignoring her presence there. They talk about people and places she knew nothing about, it sounded like a bunch of codes, and she gaped at each sentence they exchanged. How the hell did they know each other? What was that asshole doing with her brother?!
Dinner came and Scarface—his name was never mentioned, for some reason, and she wasn’t about to ask—made a point of sitting next to her, but if Manny noticed their closeness, he didn’t pay any mind. They continued talking through the meal and Manolo chit-chatted (y/n) now and then, forcing her to answer Scarface’s falsely innocent and curious questions about what she was talking about. As if he didn’t already know everything about her life, apparently.
After helping clean the kitchen, (y/n) said goodbye to her brother. Scarface watched them silently from the sofa and she tried to keep her focus on Manny. “I have some stuff to do at home now, gotta go.”
“You going alone? It’s late”, he frowns.
She waves her hand to make light of it. “It’s fine, Manny. It’s a ten minute ride.”
Manolo shakes his head. “Even so, (y/n), you know this neighborhood ain’t safe. I can’t take you home, but Tony can.”
So that’s his name.
Scarface—Tony chimes in, not letting her answer Manny just yet, “c’mon, let’s go. I’ll take you.”
“It is not necessary. I literally drove here!”, the girl huffs, already taking the first step to leave.
Manny stops her before she reaches the door. “No, no. It’s too dangerous here at night, you better go with him. C’mon, you take her, Tony. She’s just a little stubborn.”
(y/n) locks her jaw, but doesn’t say anything.
“I noticed”, Tony mutters tauntingly, giving her an ambiguous look that surely only she saw. The girl took a deep breath and surrendered, waving goodbye to Manny as she walked with Tony to her car. They strolled in silence to the garage and as soon as she opened the door of the vehicle, he pulled out a little plastic bag from his pocket, full of a white powder. He pointed with his chin at it, raising the object. “I just made some business with your brother today, baby, no worries.”
(y/n) stared at him confused, but still didn’t say a word. Manolo was really going down an irreversible path, it seemed, and there was nothing she could do about it. With a heavy heart, she could only get in her car and pray she’d make it home safe that night. Scarface followed her and started driving, shooting her a smile or two over his shoulder. Luckily, it wasn’t long until they parked in front of her building. He turned off the ignition and got out of the car with her, obviously inviting himself in.
Of course.
(y/n)’d been trying for a few seconds to open the stuck gate and Tony notices her suffering, helping her to complete the task. She doesn’t thank him and simply walks into the house, knowing he’s on her tail. His eyes burn into her back, but she tries not to focus on it while starting to unlock the door. She is greeted by her cats rubbing against her heels and she smiles automatically. Forgetting for a brief moment that Scarface is there, the girl takes the smaller one in her arms, hugging and kissing her soft dark fur. When she puts her down, the man is watching her with an amused expression.
Her cheeks tingle and (y/n) makes her way to the kitchen, with Tony still following in silence. She pours herself a glass of water and offers it to him next, which he accepts, still staring at her with the same predatory demeanor. He’s going to try to do something ugly to her, obviously, and she is trying not to think about it, but it’s getting harder and harder. If she screams, no one will hear her. Fortunately or not, she has no neighbor on her floor. She makes a mental list of what objects she can throw at his head to make him pass out like in the movies; a brand new moisturizer that is full; a makeup bag; her favorite pan. If she is quick enough, maybe she can lock him in her room and call the police.
(y/n) snaps out of her thoughts when Tony approaches her behind the counter, while she still holds a glass of water. She is staring at his chest when he calmly takes it from her hands and offers her a smile. She tries to hide her trembling fingers from his vision, but he notices them and takes her palm in his, raising it to her eye level.
“Not so tough now, huh?”, he mocks, making (y/n) bite her own tongue so she doesn’t give him a sharp answer and gets punched because of it. He kisses her fingertips softly, catching her off guard. Tony notices her confused expression and grins again, lowering his face to bring it closer to hers. “What, you think I was gonna keep scaring you off? I’m not that bad, baby.”
“If you say so.” She mutters reflexively, regretting it right away when his dangerous orbs fall on her. She sighs and looks away. “Sorry.”
He nods approvingly. “Good girl.”
There is an old gouache paintbrush she could use to pierce through his neck in case it gets bad. The glass pitcher is over the sink. (y/n) looks at the table and there’s a fork and a spoon. The big knife is in the drawer—
Tony lets go of her hand and walks to her room. She listens to the sound of his wooden soles echoing against the tile floor a little astonished, before following him. She opens the door, which creaks imposingly through the empty, closed house, and her heart skips a beat when she hears the mattress shift, indicating he has settled into her bed.
(y/n) is in front of her window to open it, but before she can do it, his arms wrap around her from behind and pull her away from it. She widens her eyes and tries to pull away, however, the grip tightens. She starts to shake more aggressively and an agonized scream leaves her mouth, causing his hand to slam against it, muffling the sound. She looks desperately at Tony and he’s signaling her to be quiet. Panic takes over her body and she gives up trying to get out of his grip. He seems happy with this decision and removes his palm from her lips, laying her body down on the bed and straddling her, legs wrapping around her waist as his knees sink into the mattress.
Her eyes water and she closes them tightly, waiting for the inevitable. (y/n) remains like this for a few seconds, but nothing happens. She thinks maybe Tony has given up on what he wanted to do, however, when she opens her eyes again, his face is hovering over hers. His brown eyes are scrutinizing the girl minutely, there’s not a single vestige of that villainous smile that lives on his lips. She returns his gaze and they stare at each other in silence. His elbows are propped up against the mattress and his hands are still gripping her arms, holding them in place, but with no force.
(y/n) wants to ask him what he’s doing, but the thought leaves her mind as soon as he takes a gun out of his pants. She screams in desperation, “help! Help! Someone help me!”
“Shhh. Hey, calm down!”, Tony puts his hand over her mouth yet again, holding her down so she’ll stop her kicking. She watches, still horrified, as he places the gun on the chair beside her bed. “I’m not killing you, baby, calm down”, there’s a smirk on his features that makes her stomach turn. “Yet”, he adds, taking his palm away from her trembling lips. (y/n) tries to get up, but he pushes her back down. “I ain’t killing you, but I’m gonna do other things.”
“No, no, please...”
She can’t finish her pleas as his full lips crash onto hers, now in a kiss deeper and less brusque than the peck from earlier. The girl tries to resist at first, but soon her body speaks louder and she ends up giving in to the contact. She lets out an involuntary groan as his rough fingers lift the hem of her shirt, almost like an animal in heat. Damn hormones, she thinks in the back of her mind, not really caring for that much when his fingertips send shivers through her skin.
Tony pulls apart so he can remove her garment, smirking at her bra-covered breasts. She blushes terribly. “You’re so cute, baby.”
He kisses her again and (y/n) reciprocates vehemently this time, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. His lips trace down her neck and she faintly laughs at the little tickle there, making him lift his face to look at her intently. There’s something different in his eyes, almost adoration, but she can’t finish the thought as he unbuttons her pants and unceremoniously pulls them down, leaving the girl in her underwear.
Tony drops to his knees on the bed and shrugs off his iconic floral shirt and wifebeater. (y/n) can’t help but smile seeing his near-athletic pecs and gets on her knees too, silently volunteering to strip him out of his own pants. He watches closely as she unzips his jeans and unbuttons them, sliding them down his toned thighs. Tony finishes getting rid of the piece and goes back to kissing her neck urgently, leaving more aggressive caresses in place. A chill travels her spine when his member bumps into her stomach and she squeezes his arm reflexively, catching his attention.
“You good?”, he asks, sounding so worried he seems to be another man completely different from the Scarface criminal who’s been with her until now.
She simply nods and lets out another moan as his lips descend to the gap between her breasts, leaving sinuous kisses all the way down. He licks at the sweat accumulated there and kisses her again; a salty, icy kiss. A hand finds her face and trails her cheek lightly, while his tongue invades her mouth shamelessly. His touch is so gentle it looks absolutely nothing like the man who bruised her face twice with his brute strength. Tony gropes down her back and unbuckles her bra, making the girl shiver as he grips her nipple. Soon, he pays attention to them with his mouth and she bites her lip so as not to make too much noise. Still nibbling at the sensitive skin on her breasts, his deft hands slide down her panties and her face heats up violently.
He slips two fingers into her without blinking an eye. (y/n) arches her back and blurts out a high-pitched groan, which had him chuckling, turning her on even more as his thick voice vibrated against her nipple. When his tongue meets her clit, the feeling is indescribably divine. She’s now a carefree mess of moans and ragged breathing. Tony’s hands grip her hips strongly, holding back her unconscious thrusts.
He lifted his face again before she came, his chin visibly wet. “Got protection, baby?”
“No”, she lets out an incredulous laugh. “I never did that, I didn’t have to...”
“Right”, he says thoughtfully, as if just connecting the dots now. Tony fumbles in his pockets and doesn’t seem to find what he’s looking for, so he looks back at her. “I got nothing on me either.”
“What now?”
They exchange a silent look and he shrugs, getting back on top of her body. “Now I’m pulling out y qué sea lo que Dios quiera.”
(y/n) is going to protest, but Tony takes off his boxers and invades her without warning, causing her to groan in pain. He soon notices her expression and stands statue over the girl, waiting for her to recover. Tears form in her eyes once again and he leaves light kisses on her cheek, trying to calm her down. She smiles softly at the delicate and unexpected gesture. Soon she’s ready and he starts to move, gradually increasing the pace.
The solemn creak of the bed is the only sound besides their gasping breaths and moans she can’t contain. Every now and then his golden chain hits her chin, however it doesn’t hurt, it’s but a little friction. His big hands are squeezing her breasts as he speeds up the movements little by little. (y/n) looks to the side and sees the revolver on the pink chair, the contrast of that scene making her want to laugh. She returns her attention to Tony and he’s got his eyes closed, mouth open, leaving wet kisses all over her cleavage. He’s dripping with sweat, just like her.
He takes her lips again and only then does she return to the moment, losing herself in her own pleasure and letting the orgasm overtake her without precedent. Next up is Tony, who comes with a husky moan and one last kiss. He lets his body slide off hers, pulling out his cock while his cum paints them both. (y/n) kisses his face after the effect of orgasm and he returns the caress, pulling her into a fairly tight hug. She smiles at the contact and lets him hold her there for a few minutes. They’re silent the entire time, until he pulls the sheet from under the pillow to cover them. Tony and her exchange indecipherable, sinuous looks, and that’s when her penny drops. She just had sex with a criminal.
Jesus.
“This shouldn’t have happened”, she say abruptly, sitting up.
Tony also sits down and shrugs. “But it did. So what?”
“So it won’t happen again!”, (y/n) exclaims in annoyance, not caring that this man has a gun and isn’t afraid to use it at all. “You need to go.”
“Already? You just wanna use me and throw me away, huh? Now that’s cold, baby”, she rolls her eyes at his mockery and stares at the wall as he stands beside the bed, his stuff swaying back and forth. “Hey”, he calls, but she doesn’t answer. He then touches her chin and gives her a lingering, incredibly soft peck. She sighs as Tony pulls away and there’s a gentle smile on his face as he puts on his clothes. “You’re cute, (y/n).”
“Thanks”, she timidly blurts out, not really knowing what to say. The girl looks for her underwear and tenses up as she watches him handle his revolver, placing it on his back again.
He notices this. “I ain’t hurting you with that gun, you know? You can relax.”
“Even if you don’t use it against me, it’s still a weapon”, she mutters seriously, turning her back to him so he can buckle her bra.
He does the task and hugs her from behind, kissing her locks. “You don’t have to be afraid of anything with me, baby, not even a weapon.”
She turns to face him, hugging his waist lightly. Tony gets serious all of a sudden and lets out a long breath as he finally releases her. He checks his pocket and fixes his messy hair in the small mirror on top of the dresser. Before leaving, they exchange one last look. None of them says a word. (y/n) watches him disappear behind the gate and looks around the empty house, returning to her room and closing the door. She stares at the completely messed up bed and the sheet painted by drops of blood and sperm, which they shared for a few seconds, now on the floor. Ha.
Trouble with a capital “T”.
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Two weeks after the incident, (y/n) didn’t go to her brother’s house anymore. But Elvira, being such a pain in her ass sometimes, had practically bullied her into going out tonight. She was anxious, it’d been a while since she went out to have fun like this. Her fear of bumping into Tony—Scarface wasn’t exactly as strong as before, for obvious reasons, but she’d still rather not take her chances in finding him again. No matter how good his dick game was, he was a dangerous individual. Better to stay away.
So, for the record; she fucked a hitman and was most likely falling in love with him, maybe even reciprocally, just after he got violent with her several times. Elvie obviously didn’t know about it yet, but what would she do when that time inevitably came? Because (y/n) was going to tell her, no doubt. She couldn’t keep it all to herself forever, hiding it from everyone like it was some sort of crime. Elvira would probably call her crazy and even threaten to lock her up in an asylum, wanting to choke Tony if it was as much as hinted he laid his hand on her. And she wasn’t even wrong for that!
But what about her family? God, if her father knew... He’d go after Tony’s blood. He would simply never look her in the face again, especially since their relationship was already fragile enough because of Manolo. And what of her reputation? All of Miami would talk about this. She’d be the new bitch on the block for sure. No one would respect her, she’d become a joke. Not that she cared about what those people think of her, but it would be nice to stay anonymous. It was safe, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
With a heavy sigh, (y/n) finished getting ready and stared at her reflection, smiling faintly. Perhaps it was best to let those corrosive thoughts for tomorrow’s hangover. She grabbed her bag and locked her apartment, walking down the deserted street. As the club was close to her house, there was no reason for anyone to come and get her, so she’d go alone with no worries. It wasn’t like anyone was going to do anything to her on her quiet neighborhood, anyway, much less on the weekend. Plus, criminals in this town had a schedule and they liked to stick to it. At least the ones who grew up there.
Already approaching the place, she saw Elvira with some of her friends waiting for her in the line. They greeted each other and entered the club, going for a table next to the bar. (y/n) immediately asked for a strong drink to try and calm down her nerves, feeling rather unfit for that environment after such a long time away from it. At the first glass, she felt lighter and smiling, pulling Elvie to the dance floor.
They’re dancing and laughing like idiots when a tall man approaches them. He is moving to the song and calmly smoking a cigarette while he watches the girls, eyes glued to (y/n)’s form in specific. She doesn’t hear a word Elvira is saying over the music as she stares back at the guy, so distracted she accidentally knocks over a waiter’s tray behind her, making a huge mess. (y/n) apologizes quickly and starts clumsily picking things up on the floor, while the mysterious guy crouches down and helps her with it. She smiles shyly and they finish fixing everything in place.
She thanks him softly and turns to go back to her table, but he grabs her arm gently. “In a hurry?”, he questions playfully, an amused smile on his full lips.
She blushes. “Oh, no, I was just…”
He shakes his head. “You’re a little shy, I can see that. Let’s put an end to this shyness now, come with me!”, he walks off, dragging her to the bar. “So, what’s your name?”, he asks, signaling for the bartender to bring them two beers.
“(y/n).”
“Frank, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Their drinks arrive and they make a toast, while she takes a big swig. Frank smiles and pulls her by the waist, taking her by surprise. “Lost your shyness yet?”
“I...”
He attacks her lips before she can finish, leaving a wet, beer-tasting kiss on her mouth. (y/n) has to make a tremendous effort not to drop the beer from her hand, making way for his tongue to explore every corner of her mouth. Frank separates them just to take another sip of his drink and starts kissing her neck. Elvira’s eyes from afar give her a surprised and mischievous look. She flashes her a smug smile, but as soon as she does, her friend’s expression completely shuts down and now it’s one of sheer panic. (y/n) frowns and turns to look at where she’s staring so terrified.
She’s greeted by Tony’s aggressive hands pulling her away from Frank in a sudden movement. He drags her out of the man’s arms, keeping her behind his body. Tony then hits him with his fist. (y/n) widens her eyes with the amount of punches Tony is throwing at Frank and tries to get him off the guy, but he pushes her away. She looks around and people surround them, watching the fight in silence and astonishment, however no one moves a finger to help break it up. Of course. It’s Scarface.
No one would dare stop him.
Frank managed to leave a blow on Tony’s stomach, but he couldn’t dodge another punch to the jaw and fell to the ground, looking dizzy. When she thought Tony would back down and leave it at that, he went over to Frank’s body on the floor and striking him wildly again. She was desperate for help to separate them, but nobody did anything. (y/n) tried to pull Tony away from him and he pushed her once more, only this time she didn’t give up so easily. She grabbed his arm with all the strength of a slightly intoxicated person and made him look at her. The fury in his eyes slowly seemed to soften and he dropped Frank’s semi-conscious body.
Once on his feet, Tony looks around him, menacingly showing his gun tucked into his pants. Everyone scatters like startled ants immediately, without him having to say a word. When they’re alone, he glances at Frank one more time and looks back at (y/n). His anger seems to have returned.
“I wish I done that to you”, he begins, his thick voice making her shiver. She takes a step back, but he grabs her by the neck and pulls her close again. “Lucky for you, I’m doing good lately, baby. So I’m generous, you know? But you both should be fucking dead now.” (y/n)’s hands start to shake and her eyes water instantly at his words, fear taking over her entire body. She tries to free herself from his grip, but he won’t let her. He continues, “you are mine. Ain’t no one touching you but me from now on. Got it?”
“Yes”, she chokes, tears falling down her face uncontrollably.
Tony, however, doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for her deplorable state. Finally his hand lets go of her neck and she takes a deep breath, sobs leaving her throat aggressively. (y/n) gets as far away as possible and before she knows it, she’s running away. He doesn’t come after her, which she mentally thanks. She felt so scared and angry at that moment that she couldn’t think of anything but running, running for her life.
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(y/n) got home and locked the door thoroughly. She isolated in her room and cried herself to sleep. It was dawn when she managed to close her eyes and rest for a few hours, only to be woken up by a loud noise outside the next day. There were loud bangs on the door, nearly knocking it over. Her breath hitched and she made sure to lock the bedroom door. Maybe she could just pretend nobody was home.
Another banging thud, now it sounded like someone jumping on the floor. Then there was yet another furious knocking, this time on the front door. Her stomach turned. A bang on the window echoed in her ears and (y/n) began to cry profusely, sobbing in terror. A crash startled her and her eyes widened seeing the wooden blinds breaking in front of her.
She unlocked the bedroom door in a second and ran behind her apartment, opening the kitchen door as it lead to emergency stairs. Footsteps approached once she managed to get out and run across someone’s yard. She looked for somewhere low enough for her to reach so she could climb, finding a little doghouse in the corner. There wasn’t anybody or anything around, thankfully. However, as soon as she started to take off, big arms grabbed her waist from behind, pulling down her body violently.
She kicked as hard as she could, but Tony wouldn’t let go. He towed her back into her house and locked the kitchen door, dragging her by the arm back to her room. He threw the girl on the bed without any delicacy and looked at her from where he was standing. She continued to cry copiously, all her strength quickly draining away. (y/n) crouched close to the headboard and watched him sit on the far side, studying her in silence.
“Crying ain’t doing you no good, baby.” She turns her face to the wall and he walks in her direction, crawling until he’s next to her. He whispers in her ear, “you can’t win for losing.”
“Shut up!”, she pushes him away, taking Tony by surprise. He looks at her with raised eyebrows, but he doesn’t look annoyed.
He looks pleased.
“C’mon, now”, Tony approaches again, grabbing her chin to make her eyes stay on his. “Now, now you look like the fucking girl I met in that station. Badass baby”, (y/n) tries to pull away, but he doesn’t let her and gives her a forced peck. His stubble scratches her face and she grimaces, dodging and breaking the contact. This seems to irritate him deeply, because in the next second, his palm meets the soft skin of her cheek and the sensation burns. Tony pointed in her direction, warning, “don’t you ever do that again.”
“I do whatever the hell I want”, she spits out, not caring about the consequences at this point.
He gets hold of her neck, glaring. “No. You do what I want, you bitch.”
(y/n) smirks, mockingly. “You think you’re offending me? How cute.”
Tony then slaps her again, this time much harder, and she laughs out loud at his fragile ego. She pulls herself together and faces him again, pretending not to be shaken. Tears have dried under her eyes and she only cracks a half smile, taking in his scowling features. “You men are such a joke, so easy to figure out.”
“Careful, baby”, he says in a warning tone, making her chuckle once more.
“Who do I have to be careful with, you?”, she asks smugly, smacking the hand he lifted to squeeze her neck again. Tony is surprised, although he’s trying really hard not to show it. “You...”, she continues, lightly touching the collar of his shirt. “Who would never hurt me with a gun?”, (y/n) mimics his thick voice. He seems to get annoyed at that and takes her hand away from where it was, which makes her smile victoriously.
Okay, so it’s not so bad having a criminal with a crush on her.
“Shut up”, he orders.
She simply shrugs and brings her face closer to his. Tony places a gentle kiss on her lips and excitement burns inside her as his palm goes straight to her ass, squeezing it. “Hold up, cowboy”, (y/n) mutters, although not really caring about his impatience. “Wanna explain to me what was that about last night?”
“Told you, you’re mine.” He reiterates casually, trying to pull her onto his lap and kiss her, but she doesn’t allow it. Tony frowns again, speaking with a heavy accent, “what is it now?”
“You almost killed the guy”, (y/n) points out. She didn’t want to make him feel remorseful or anything, she knew he just wouldn’t; it was all on her curiosity about the sick psychology in his head. She touches the collar of his shirt again and looks into his eyes, the most sincere she’s been so far, and practically begs, “what do you want from me, Tony?”
Something very similar to confusion runs through his brown orbs, but it’s only for a millisecond, as he looks at her sternly right after. His hands remain promptly by each side of his body, and it makes her a little bit relieved he’s respecting her wishes. It’s a start.
Of what exactly, (y/n)?
“I want you, baby”, he says. His voice doesn’t betray any kind of vulnerability, though his gaze conveys less solemnity than his words. She watches him in silence until her eyes inevitably water. Tony frowns and touches her face quickly, holding her like she was the most delicate thing in the world. “What is it?”
How can he not see? How does he have the courage to even ask what happened? Or are his actions merely impulsive and completely thoughtless, is that it? Does he not know that he was just hurting, hitting her? Does he not know that he was just insulting (y/n) and treating her like a goddamn worthless object? Because the same hands that slapped her cheek minutes ago are now hugging her and stroking her back, as if in an attempt to ease her loud sobs.
She hears his voice in her ear, soothing, kissing her neck lightly. Maybe it’s all a dream, a hallucination in her head as she’s unconscious with this man doing God-knows-what to her. But it is not. His touch is as real as it was the last time, his pleasure intertwining with hers in a magnificent, if improvised, dance. And it’s as real as the first time their lips met, in a sheer display of power and dominance on his part, but which now reminded her only of a caress exchanged between two lovers. A comfort.
“(y/n)...”, his deep voice calls again, however her eyes are glazed over the shattered window in front of her. He lifts her face to look at him and there’s a kind of desperation in his expression, even if it’s held back by pride greater than his own ego, if that’s possible. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.” She hears herself speak, sort of in reflex, since it was true. She knew deep down he didn’t mean to hurt her. Maybe at first, yes, but then... Following that afternoon, a new chapter of this crazy story began to unfold. And they are entering one more after last night.
“It’s true”, he reenforces, and (y/n) really wishes she had the strength to tell him that it’s okay, she understood, but the truth is that she was tired. Sold out. It had been so long since she had slept or eaten anything and she felt her limbs giving up on supporting her body at any moment. “(y/n)”, Tony insists, yet his voice is already a low sound that becomes more and more distant in her mind.
Soon she doesn’t feel anything anymore.
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The first time (y/n) opens her eyes, everything is blurry. On the second attempt, she notices a figure sitting on the chair beside her bed and a dim light coming from the window. On the third blink, she realized she had probably passed out—for how long was her first question, as the sun outside seemed to point at one or two in the afternoon.
Tony was silently watching her as she positioned herself and felt her head almost explode into a thousand pieces. Her throat was dry, an unparalleled taste of shit in her mouth reminding her she hadn’t even brushed her teeth due to everything that had happened that day since she woke up. A sigh escaped her lips and (y/n) closed her eyes again, giving up on her efforts to sit up against the headboard. She felt so weak. Her fingers were trembling slightly and she was freezing to death, even with the sun at its peak and all the covers over her on the bed. She felt dizziness enveloping her body and thought she was going to faint again, but a large, rough, careful hand touched her arm.
Tony looked hesitant, worried, recluse even. His eyes didn’t leave hers for a second and she felt slightly invaded, undressed as his irises watched over her without blinking. She stared at his palm on her forarm and tried to calm down, although her heart hammered inside her chest. “You didn’t eat anything today, did you?”, he asks, but it’s a rhetorical question.
Tony then leaves her alone, not waiting for an answer, and returns with a plate in one hand and a glass in the other. (y/n) stares at the image in front of her and feels like chukling, but she contains herself. Instead, she sits up with some difficulty as he hands her the meal, returning to his rightful place on the pink chair. She takes a couple of bites and a huge relief rushes through her body as the food reaches her stomach. It had been almost a day since she had anything to eat. She didn’t even know how she didn’t vomit her ass off with all the alcohol she had last night.
The girl sipped the juice as she paid more attention to her surroundings. Tony took care of her while she was unconscious and even cooked. He, the hitman who scared even the most dangerous gangsters in Miami, cooked her a stroganoff and made her an orange juice. It sounded like a scene from a sugary romance movie.
“It’s just a hangover”, she finally speaks up, her throat still a little dry.
“It’s not”, Tony turns around and sits leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at her intently. She gazes at her plate and continues to eat in silence, while he continues, “I’m real sorry, (y/n).” If she hadn���t been so tired, she would have spit out her juice in surprise. (y/n) glanced at him completely horrified, as if he had confessed to an atrocity. Tony stays with the same solemn expression, a little less proud now.
“For what?”, a shiver runs down her legs. She didn’t want to be insistent, but curiosity was killing her inside.
Tony, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by the question. “For hitting you. And for doing all of that last night.”
“You shouldn’t apologize to me for what you did”, she mutters bitterly.
Tony only shrugs. “I didn’t mean to hit you.” He repeats, and she closes her eyes when all that tangle of feelings hits her chest once more. He reaches over and takes her hand, giving her a pleading look. “I swear I ain’t ever laying a finger on you again, baby. You gotta believe me.”
Her eyes water involuntarily and she holds his hand back firmly, looking at him with a half-broken smile, trying in vain to give him some comfort. “I know”, she begins, voice cracking at the end. “I know, okay? You were angry. I understand.”
Tony scowls and shakes his head. “No. (y/n), that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t...”
“I know. It was wrong, Tony, I know, but you didn’t think straight. And neither did I, actually. It happened, there’s no reason to dwell on it. Everything is fine, really.” She looks into his eyes once more and smiles when he nods after a while, still a little hesitant. The girl brings his hand to her lips and kisses it slowly.
He smiles weakly. “You scared the fuck out of me, you know”, he mumbles, and there’s a hint of desperation in his voice. “I thought I did something to make you pass out. The fear, I don’t know...”
“That wasn’t it. I’m not afraid of you, Tony”, she assured him, since it wasn’t a total lie. When he was just him, without that domineering, abusive criminal side, she wasn’t afraid of Tony. No longer. (y/n) sighs and finishes her meal, setting her plate on the table beside her, feeling considerably better. “Come here”, she extends her arms to him and Tony goes without blinking, hiding his face in her neck and lying with her on the bed.
She didn’t know exactly what that meant. Having sex with a murderer who only mistreated her already wasn’t so understandable, but having some kind of relationship with him? It sounded pathetic in her mind. It’s not like he would even want anything to do with her besides sex, but she couldn’t believe that as the seconds went by and he kissed her neck so softly, apologizing endlessly for his transgressions, mumbling that he would never hurt her again, that she’d never need to be afraid of him again...
Her head was going to explode.
(y/n) looked down to meet his gaze and stroked his hair, smiling like a lovestruck idiot. She just couldn’t believe this was happening—and somehow she did. Because of course she wouldn’t resist for long. Even when she was shaking like a leaf, still she couldn’t fight his caresses, imagine it now that Tony seems so willing to make up for all his mistakes?
“Antonio...”, he mutters, barely audible, making her frown. He gives her a small smile and kisses her, mumbling against her lips, “my name.”
“Really?”, (y/n) asks in disbelief, since now she was probably the only person in town who got that information, but Tony seemed more than comfortable sharing it with her.
He’s still looking at her with the same little smile on his face. “Really. Why?” He lifts his body to rest on one arm, staring at the girl with some amusement.
She grins and kisses him again, leaving several pecks on his stubble. “For nothing. It’s just a really nice name.”
Her eyebrows dance and he laughs, making her insides melt at the sound of his laughter. It was the first time she heard it and she didn’t want to hear any other sound for the rest of her life. It was such a full 180 from the big, bad Scarface.
(y/n) knew “I want you” was very far from “I love you”, but that knowledge didn’t stop her heart from skipping a beat whenever she remembered those words. Besides, even if the latter was the case, it was just never going to be that simple with Tony. She looked at his sparkling brown eyes and let out a deep, dreamy sigh. She was down hard for that dangerous, dangerous man, yet there was nothing but softness inside of her as he held her into his arms. What he did away from her could be as ugly as it came to be, and it still would never compare to how warm she was in his presence—be it for the anger, for the lust or for the comfort he made her feel. So, it was fine. She could handle it.
She’s always been a bit of a troubleshooter, anyways.
#scarface#tony montana#scarface x reader#tony montana x reader#tony montana imagine#al pacino#al pacino x reader
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A GHOST STORY HAS (NOT) UPDATED!! THE AUTHOR IS DEAD....TIRED.
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first, because of how flighty i've been with updates, i would like to encourage you to use an RSS feed reader and add the "a ghost story" RSS feed to it by clicking "find feeds in page" or "add new feed" and entering www.aghoststorycomic.com/. or dragging and dropping it if you use a different RSS feed reader. rss feeds are how the ancients used to navigate the web and through it they knew when things updated immediately. using an RSS feed has 2 major benefits: 1. you can get updates without having to use any social media or following my social media. 2. you can keep up with the comic when updates get sporadic without having to hopefully remember to check it some day in the future.
second, i do not like to advertise the patreon when i am behind on rewards and have been unable to deliver anything of interest beyond comic pages for a while, but consider throwing a buck a month at me to see pages a month early. that's something.
i realize that webcomics really need reliability to survive, so i'm genuinely so annoyed and so unhappy that i'm in this situation. i toughed it out as long as i could, but this final leg has been the fucking pits. it sucks. effexor is a notorious nightmare of an antidepressant to get off of and boy were they not kidding. i'm down to a quarter pill doses, but my body is rampaging because i'm not dosing it with the norepinephrine treat its become accustomed to. its never so much that i'm like, in acute physical or mental distress, its just bad enough that it makes working consistently hard. i had a buffer up until this last month when it was completely used up because i was too busy thinking about how bad my entire face hurt. or how my eyes felt like they were vibrating out of my skull.
i started effexor two years ago and was on a pretty high dose. i got the most bizarre and unpleasant side effects on this drug and the reason i didn't do anything about it was because the drug's primary effect was to instill me with a sense of overwhelming apathy. this is a great effect (intentional? i'm not sure) to have when the symptom you were trying to treat was "unbearable anxiety". not joking, it worked incredibly well for at least getting me mentally back to a baseline level of sane. after that, though, with nothing irrational to be apathetic about, my brain decided that household chores, basic hygiene, and my job were pointless and stupid or unpleasant. food tasted bad. not bland, bad. showers felt annoying instead of relaxing. i would look at the dishes piling up in the sink, the barest minimum i should be doing around the house on a daily basis to maintain a comfortable living space and would think "well that is just impossible".
but i was also putting up with a lot of stupid shit from my body. it made my right hand fingers and lower back feel distractingly stiff. my lip was split for a year straight and would re-open every time i opened my mouth. my nose and gums had open sores. i got a rash on my face that lead me down a rabbit hole for months trying to figure out if i do or don't have lupus (i dont)(neat). i would get insomnia so bad i would be up for 36 hours regularly, but i was too tired to get anything done. and with the withdrawals i would get all of those and as an added bonus i got to enjoy body aches that felt like bruises all over my body. they hurt so bad that laying on the couch was uncomfortable as a consequence of newton's third law. and i'd have weird meltdowns about the cats hating me (?). i am only boring you with all of this whining to try to explain the amount of distractions i was fending off while still trying to be a productive member of a household, experiencing common adulthood problems galore (basement....), and trying to create comics for you and for me. i am telling you this because it sucked, and sucks, so bad.
on top of everything else, the impact the effexor has had on my creativity has been eye-opening. i realized there was a correlation between my dosages increasing and my ability to draw nosediving. the "impossible" feeling of the dishes carried over to my comic work which got lazier and worse and i knew it and it was frustrating. there is a special kind of shame and guilt you develop when you charge someone for something you know is not your best work, just the best you could do in the moment. or when you are just sitting in front of your computer staring at it blankly and thinking about how much you'd like to draw if only it wasn't the hardest thing in the world. you feel like a lazy sack of shit, knowing that there is nothing physically preventing you from working. your brain simply cannot make
i started the weaning process in i think november so am pretty much on track for this to actually be over soon. there's light at the end of the tunnel. its happening. and there are bright moments in between doses where i can actually do things. like right now! i drew this very easily instead of being in hell for hours. but these precious moments are short lived until the withdrawal symptoms start up and i have to take another pill that nerfs me.
anyway APRIL 6th! dont forget me or ill cry.
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Where do you think Alice is in EAH? What's up with her? What do you think of her? Basically do you have any headcanons about her? ;)
oh alice!!!!!! yes, i have thoughts about her, which i think are quite unconventional, as i have a highly specific (and maybe convoluted) imagining of what exactly she has gotten up to in her life.. i think this is going to take some explaining.
ultimately i have had alice serve as a developed, largely tragic reason 4 alistair to be involved with wonderland the way he is. i remember watching spring unsprung all those Years ago and asking myself: why is alistair the same age as the other wonderlandians? shouldn't he b an entire generation younger than them to fit the story? why is he still there, anyway, now being very obviously not a little child?? and we've seen every other wonderlandian parent, so yes, where on earth IS alice???
so, i started there, and worked backwards!
most of this is clarified (or at least said slightly better) in my work 'alistair's fall', but i didn't think alice would end up remaining in wonderland and i never thought of her living in ever after, mostly because i couldnt think of another reason she would not be seen nor mentioned in the show at all! i always considered her an inhabitant of the 'mortal world' [working title], which is different 2 both ever after and wonderland in that it is.. our world i suppose? but fictionalised. normal human dimension, regardless..
this always made the most sense to me, as the separation of the fantastical and the regular is such a fundamental aspect of the original alice story, and if alice hailed from ever after, a place where dragons wandered around and wolves could speak, i dont think it would end up meaning quite the same thing... theme-wise.
so, she is from common old london, and it is there that she returned after her story! unfortunately things get more depressing from here.
alice is quite a sad character in my headcanons.. she loved wonderland very much as her accidental visit provided a refuge from her exceedingly troubled home life, and actually didn't want to leave at all. when it happened anyway (wonderland's stories work more like patterns in nature. a child comes, a child goes. its just what seems to happen) she refused to let her experience go, maintaining that wonderland was not a dream, like most alices decide, but instead a real place that she could return to one day. her life continued as a series of misfortunes, and she grew obsessive, detatched, and quite ill. most of her worldly thoughts and efforts were directed towards getting back to the rabbit-hole and returning to wonderland where she would be safe and happy again. she was never successful.
in her early twenties she ended up alone, still ill, with a child, who she named alistair. giving him a version of her name felt like ensuring his luck that he, too, would get to go to wonderland someday (and she was right).
to make ends meet, she took several odd jobs for several unsavoury people, and ended up on the bad side of someone who believed in extreme measures. she ran from them, with alistair, to the now-derelict house she grew up in, and when inevitably she was found she knew what she had to do.
alice sent alistair out quickly and secretly from the house, and down to the stream where she knew the rabbit-hole must be (if not for her, then surely for him. wonderland is kind like that; if a child is in need, it will open itself to them). alistair found the rabbit-hole. alice stayed behind and met her consequence.
of course, this is a pretty gratuitously miserable thing to put her through, but i was about 17 when i thought of all this and my taste has remained edgy enough to think it effective!!! to this day i have no idea if she ought to be alive in the mortal world, or dead.. maybe one day, if i write a sequel to alistair's fall, i will actually have to make this decision!.... but not yet
#I HAVE NO IDEA IF YOU WANTED SUCH EXTENDED THOUGHTS BUT IT ALL SORT OF CAME OUT AT ONCE#but yes poor alice :( havent treated her well im afraid#you could read alistairs fall for more context on this btw!! its from 2020 but honestly i think it holds up#eah#ask#ever after high#alistair wonderland#gum talk
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saw your dunmeshi race chart reblog and i cant help to say that dunmeshi is still painfully eurocentric despite being hailed for having diverse character design
If you also saw my other reblogs you would also see I reblogged someone speaking about that exact same thing and about how the diversity is an *improvement* but still not very diverse (and also just ... The kobold slaves which are still an iffy subject).
This is a bit odd though considering the race chart reblog must be at least a week or a month old now, so I'm guessing you are going through some of the reblogs just to tell people how it's still bad which won't get you far, if anywhere at all (it's a lot more tedious than just reblogging or making your own post and also going through reblogs to send anons to people you disagree with is not healthy in the long term)
I'm still going to be excited when I see diversity because small steps are still steps even if not big *enough* especially for anime/manga which is usually as diverse as a monoculture forest because it's a push in the right direction. [For some reason this paragraph looks grey in the editor, hopefully this changes after the post bc i can barely read it]
Considering this is something I have reblogged a couple times now, I'm going to take the guess that you have not been following me for long and I'm going to hope you are doing this in good faith
But going to people's blogs to say the thing I think most of us already are aware of is really not going to do much
At the end of the day we are strangers and you do a better job by making a post talking about the lack of diversity (or reblog one of the many, there's a couple good ones, specially again one talking about the slaves bc that part is uh. Questionable even if it's not portrayed as "good" with the one character that has a slave being against unions and all that shit, it's still weird and a bit too normalized in-universe for my taste) than coming to a blog you don't know what their stance of the issues is
You can still enjoy things while being critical of their issues, in fact you should be critical of what you watch because it's a good way to avoid falling down rabbit holes you might be best not touching, but being critical can and should be done while still taking a step back and enjoying it (and nobody misenterpret this, of course I dont mean buy Joanne Rowling shit, because being critical means knowing when NOT to interact with things because the simple act of being a fan out loud is helping a bad cause)
Again, I don't think (and hope) you are doing this in bad faith, but I already know, a good chunk of us already do, I've talked about it, it's still being talked about, and while we are *this* critical over it for dunmeshi we should really do this with other animes with no diversity whatsoever even within the people with same skin color because it's not going to do much if the only one we actually put pressure one is the one that started taking the step forward
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For the saw ask!! 5, 11, 14 <3
5) A character you wish could have lived
there are many characters I wish I could watch an AU where they lived, but am generally not torn up that they had to die to move the plot forward because I thought the final story was compelling. but there is one character I really did not like seeing die for many reasons, and that was Jill :(
11) Thoughts on Saw VII
Saw 3D they cant make me hate you.
i dont often dislike movies at all, actually. in most films, even widely hated ones, i like trying to find the positive. i can usually list at least one aspect i enjoyed & Saw 3D was no different.
I know theres some argument about how in-character some people were, but i dont like getting into that sort of thing. I dont want to dig into writers and script n shit that much, that reminds me too much of how I used to fandom. ugh, barf. thats taking things way too seriously for my taste now. Going into it, I had no idea about any of that, I was just thinking about how things progressed from the last film, right?
so whatever characters do, thats canon now. i just gotta deal w it and adapt my characterization accordingly whether i like it or not
so I explain things like Hoffman and Lawrence's behavior as simply losing what little humanity they had left. Listen. Like, the guys have been though an absolute hell of an experience in different ways, and spent a significant amount of time drinking John's kool-aid. He had a way with words and was a master manipulator.
Hoffman just spent the last four movies slowly spiraling further down and down into the hole he was digging himself in, i had no problem with him going full terminator in the end. He was off the deep end and his penchant for revenge reared its ugly head once again, and he couldn't be stopped. he was blinded by his own bad decisions and nobody could stop him- he killed them all. He was drunk with power and behaved at times like a cornered animal that snapped.
his slasher rampage made me fall in love with him, after all. it opened my eyes to him being more than just "boring cop jigsaw" (though my tune was starting to change by Saw VI)
Lawrence was recruited during likely another vulnerable position in his life, recovering from the trauma of the trap, likely also dealing with a divorce and more. Him returning to be an apprentice was fanfiction, but what can I say? I dont hate fanfiction movies. I like what apprentice!Lawrence has brought to the table in the grand scheme.
i also enjoy some of the campier sillier moments. Horsepower trap, my beloved
i dont love all of it. but idk. im forgiving w "bad films". very few are completely without any intriguing moments
14) Favorite trap
oh god this is so unbelievably hard to answer
the Horsepower trap has an absurdity to it that makes me laugh a lot. The Glass Coffin had my favorite characters & ship fodder.
I also really like the Nerve Gas House & Fatal Five but maybe more as like, a vibe and plotline? I guess those are "games" more than individual traps right?
maybe the Glass Coffin. i did make this, after all
#oh these asks r letting my sawtism rambling run wild#jennilargh#jenna answers#ask games ahoy#saw#coffinshipping
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Maxiel fanfic rec
yes thats right you heard me a maxiel fanfic reclist because apparently im crazy and ive been reading so much maxiel tht i can make a reclist now. its all so very catered to my taste soooo have fun
1. With The Sun In Our Eyes by screwstyles | T, 36k
“A fake dating AU set in 2025: It’s bad enough that Max is outed by an ex in the middle of racing season, and then his team suggests he pretend to date Daniel to soften the blow. It’s as bad an idea as it sounds.”
a maxiel classic, theres just something about fake/pretend relation ship that just gets me. also a lot of miscommunication so heads up for that”
2. you pick me up and take me home again by wintrs | M, 28k
“It feels like a dream, seeing Daniel again after all these years. It's a second chance Max knows he doesn't deserve, and he isn't going to waste it.Or: Max isn't racing in 2027, although he couldn't tell you exactly why. But it isn't a big deal. He's fine.”
max deals with his feelings and also his past trauma. very very angsty.
3. Little Drops of Anguish by semperama | E, 45k
“After a crash in Baku 2021 leaves Max unable to race, he's left trying to figure out what to do with his life—and with Daniel, who doesn't seem to want to let him go.”
also like fic no 2 max cant race and must face the fact tht theres a life beyond racing and daniel showing him that.
4. well we can settle down by tiredtiredsharl | M, 24k
“Sometimes Daniel watches the tapes back and he thinks: shouldn’t I be jealous of this kid? Or: Max drives the way we all aspire. Or: Christ, I’m in the presence of someone who will go down in FIA history.He never says any of that. Because after he watches Max stumble through an interview with a journalist who quotes Toto, he realizes that the pressure is the last thing Max needs.Max is one bad race away from combusting. Or going into the wall again. And Daniel can’t handle either of those options. For reasons he can’t examine right now. Or ever.”
dont remember much of the plot except that i found myself finishing the ff at 6 am in the morning and the light were coming through my window. amazing shit
5. The Dog's Home by dm3rv | M 33k
“Max Verstappen liked dogs. Max Verstappen loved cats. The jury was still out on people.Max has spent years climbing the ranks at an Animal Welfare Charity, moving from volunteer to intern to Animal Care Manager. The dogs and cats he cares for are his life - if only he didn't have to spend so much of his time putting up with 'VIPs'; entitled celebrities and donors with image-based agendas. Daniel is going through an image and identity crisis after an uninspiring season with McLaren. Keen for an image overhaul, he gives his time to a local animal shelter. What he doesn't expect is the prickly Animal Care Manager who has been assigned to look after him. Animal Shelter AU.”
THE BEST! max vet au youre crazy and dog boy daniel scared of dogs? good content also dont forget to check out the side galex. also good shit.
6. The Drive Of Your Life by littleprism | ?, 70k
“Daniel is a semi-known actor. Max just got his second WDC a few months ago. There was absolutely no reason for them to meet.
Until a fateful crash in testing changed that.”
b list actor danny and racer maxy playing in a movie together. theres some plot holes but if you dont really think about it its soo good.
7. anything to get to the rush by kingsguarding | E, 18k
“It’s so stupid, that’s the thing.Every year, the World Champion gets to choose another driver to … celebrate with. It’s an old tradition, apparently. As old as the sport itself. Part of the prize of winning, part of your reward.Max has never understood it.”
the ff that made me realize im soo deep in maxiel lore that i will sink w this ship. basically two emotionally stunted boys doing emotionally stunted boys thing
8. MV33 by Whippasnappa | E, 14k
“Daniel finds out Max is on Grindr. He's curious. He's just going to download the app, just to see. Just to look at Max's profile. He's curious how Max picks up men, curious if Max puts his real face out there. He's definitely not going to message Max. He's definitely not going to do that. He messages Max.”
yeah.....
9. Happier than Ever (so why are you crying with blue-sky eyes) by Whippasnappa | E, 30k
“From the first time they met at RedBull, Max knew he never wanted to be without Daniel. A look through their relationship as Max tries (and fails) to keep his feelings for Daniel hidden, as Daniel leaves for Renault, then McLaren, as Max tries to hold himself together.”
it hurts but it hurts so good. retelling of their whole history
will be updated as i read more ff
#maxiel#333#max verstappen#daniel ricciardo#fanfiction rec list#rec list#my rec list#to be updated as i read more
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not to keep sinking into a monster high shaped hole or to bring that wednesday series topic again but yknow since i had to see dull memes about the avatar sequel stuff guess this is my revenge
anyway. millar and gough who are the actual showrunners of the netflix wednesday show, not tim burton, and who wrote and produced the series, also produced and wrote the monster high movie so many people were pissed off by at first and slowly, i think? they came around to. and i find this interesting bc these are two franchises/properties which i see a lot of similarities between but that in the end i feel like should be treated as different things bc of their respective tone and general audience.
monster high in general is meant for younger kids especially now that it has softened its image to relatable instead of aspirational, which to me is fascinating from a marketing toy line perspective. the addams family was alwys meant as skewing older. i really assumed that the series would be about riverdale/teen wolf/supernatural level horror/suspense/adult content, and having a meaner edge and really much darker humor. in the end bc of the need to have stakes in the netflix series a lot of the humor was softened in a way that it doesnt really appeal to me/becomes a character quirk of wednesday instead of something that its normal inside this universe, the sort of casual cruelty and cartoon logic of the 90s comedy movies cant apply when you also have to be worried about characters dying tragic deaths and there are harry potter-esque mysteries and drama going on. that change in tone to me was what really killed it, it took away what made the addams interesting and left it at a level in which it was purely aesthetic surface. im not saying its completely unenjoyable, after all it has millions of fans who seem to vibe with it. im just saying that it doesnt really carry the spirit or the tone of the 90s movies, or even the 60s tv series, which was more focused on comedy overall and was much better at it.
with monster high the movie though, i think the gothic magical high school mystery works much better since it already has a few animated movies that have that sort of tone. the franchise itself works with issues of adolescence and therefore identity, self-acceptance and friendship (issues that the wednesday series wants to give to the protagonist, to varying degrees of success). and i find it really interesting that ive seen so many posts that say something like "oh the outfits are so bad, the fashions all wrong, why didnt they get actual cosplayers", etc. i dont expect everyone to know this but tv movie budgets, especially channels like nickelodeon or disney channel or the like, are pretty small even compared to streaming movie budgets. they usually recycle sets and costumes from other series by the same production company/costume company in the area, and between preproduction and shooting there is barely any time or budget for customized pieces. this isnt an excuse as much as reasoning. and apart from that there is also the nature of the new generation which is more focused on relatability and being appealing to a wider demographic than the first generation, which was more aimed at shocking and calling attention to itself. in that sense im kinda happy with what they went with, the clothes looks kinda cheap but it also looks like what kids in the 14-15 year range would believably wear to look cool and that remains accessible while also being fashionably easy to identify and distinguish themselves and their tastes. the actors are all Very Much covered in makeup and wigs but there is a difference in the styling of the generation 1 dolls/fanart/restylings that make them look much much older, and that would probably spark more controversy that mattel might not be super keen on rn. so unless they literally went the riverdale route of hiring actors in their mid to late twenties to portray fourteen year olds, dress them in miniskirts and risk losing that 8 to 11 year old audience to upset parents, what we ended up with is next to the best we could have hoped for.
apart from that, what im most curious about is how they will touch upon the issue of the two worlds in conflict, monsters and humans. the wednesday series didnt quite work it out in a way im satisfied with, partly bc of burtons and burton properties' own difficulty applying crítical thought to the very concept of "outcast" and marginalization, and partly bc of a tendency of wanting to apply allegories and analogies to these matters. you want to create meaningful comparisons to real feelings of alienation to emotionally appeal to the audience. but also you as a writer have no real experience reading about real actual marginalized identities and just have a general idea that things were bad and people are angry and people protest about it and also that the Teens™ are complaining in social media using new terms you can stick in the mouths of your characters. in that sense monster high's aim at the younger audience saves them from embarrassing themselves too much, which i cant say the same for wednesday (or the winx netflix series, and a bunch of other teen-aimed media, for that matter). so what remains for the monster high franchise is to figure out how to properly handle something like the idea of the two worlds of humans and monsters needing to find some common ground (something i think its really cool in the way it could be sparked by clawdeens new status as a werewolf being half human half wolf), though its the sort of thing that the writers of future iterations should be careful about and really just not be afraid to shake things up a bit and defy their own narrative status quo. like not be scared to have characters like claire the goth girl from that one animated movie, or the jekyll/hyde kid that was also technically half "normie", to explore further aspects to the idea of identity and marginalization that have a much more appropriate home in something like monster high.
#. 🦴#full disclosure i havent finished the wednesday series i dont have the energy in me to invest that much attention in boring subplots#i saw a recap and know what happens and im sad that bianca doesnt appear so much later on#netflix wednesday#monster high the movie
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I dont know if your still doing that nsfw a-z ask thing but if you are Charlie (pace) with C, N, R and W
[rubs hands together] Ohohoho, Charlie! Thank you!
Anything to do with cum basically
For sake of ease, pussy juice counts as cum.
It tastes real meaty. Sweeter on the island due to so much fruit in his diet, but still that strong undercurrent of salt
And uh, well I don't feel I need to describe a soaked pussy. We all know what pussy juice is like. I think. Charlie, the horny little thing that he is, is often rather sticky. Tho sometimes he's not as wet as his mood suggests because his hormones are wibbly wobbly. Either way he's gonna form happy little puddles on his partner(s)
Also I know this question is about cum, the liquid(s) rather than cum, the action, but I still wanna include that Charlie is like, the second easiest character in LOST to get off. The first is Daniel. Tho big difference is Charlie doesn't have a refractory period so HOO BOY
Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs
Let's just get the objectionable bodily function ones outta here right away. No to any of... that. If you know, you know.
Charlie isn't into causing pain, he doesn't wanna hurt his partners one bit, so he wouldn't be down for pain play. Except for spanking, he's okay with that one
He won't do anything sexual in a church. I think the guilt if he did would make him throw up
Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.
Oh gosh yes. Charlie will try and indulge in most things.
Pairing him up with Claire, who I imagine is very inexperienced is amusing because I'm picturing Claire all bashful being like "Charlie could you... would you... you don't have to if you don't want to..."
And Charlie is expecting some deviant kink, he's very excited to hear what filthy fantasies lovely Claire has and turns out she just wants Charlie to go down on her. Leaving Charlie baffled that Claire considers that a Big Ask, and also feeling hatred for Thomas.
Annnyways Charlie is taking requests and, save for a couple kinks he doesn't like, is happy to fulfil them. As well as being kinky himself, Charlie also has a deep desire to be useful and for other people to like him. And one of the ways he's gotten people to like him is, well, basically making his body entirely available to them.
"i sucked your cock do you think i'm pretty please listen to my song"
Yes, I made it sad. Charlie is very sad.
And as for risks, oh yeah. I imagine he frequents glory holes to suck stranger's cocks and thats risky as fuck for several reasons. Also Charlie has little qualms with fucking in public places. (I can't help but note that Charlie and Claire's living space only has two walls!)
Basically gimme a list of kinks and it'd be quicker to list off the ones Charlie isn't into. Okay, he's not into literally everything because fetishes and kinks cover soooo many things. But there's a lot of things he'd at least give a go due to curiosity or his partner being really hot. Like, Claire gave Charlie at least two kinks just by existing
Random headcanon
He has a powerfully strong degradation kink and a praise kink so its difficult to lose with Charlie jhbfsjhfs. Say whatever during sex and you'll hit some kinda button.
He is a good boy. And a bad boy. Sweet boy. Nasty boy.
[pats him on head like a doggy]
Thank you for your time
#forgive the lateness of my reply#reminder for ppl who dunno that i hc charlie as trans#lost headcanons
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I redownloaded fallout 4. again. it’s my tammy swanson. every time I rage uninstall it’s for perfectly reasonable and valid reasons, but then it just keeps pulling me back in. i fucking hate bethesda and i fucking hate todd howard and I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT STARFIELD OR TES ONLINE but somehow some little fucking gremlin in me loves that serotonin injection from the operant conditioning box of corn. I’ve put 800 hours into this pile of shit and I haven’t even gotten into the institute. the quest design sucks. the map sucks. the gameplay sucks. the settlement building shit is LITERALLY BROKEN. the user interface sucks. the item spread sucks. the gun variety sucks. every npc is a coin flip on working correctly. good fucking luck playing without the console and quicksaving. I adamantly refuse to even look at survival “difficulty” without allowing the console & saving. I have gotten so reasonably frustrated every single time I’ve tried to play again that I haven’t even made it to a single dlc. just like skyrim, fallout 3, oblivion, every single one of these horrendous narrative experiences masquerading looking like shit with admittedly pretty graphics. but here I am thinking minecraft genuinely has the best graphics of literally any other game series (photorealistic =/= good graphics, good graphics mean they accurately adequately telegraph to the player what the world looks like and is and functions like).
and yet. there are still pockets of enjoyable content in it.
unfortunately those pockets all have holes in them.
i made a beeline to sunshine tidings so I could get the meat magazine then went to the federal rations stockpile to get the power armor, and then on my way to concord I ran into the behemoth at carhenge. I’m playing on hard and I set my level to 50 when I started because fuck leveled loot systems, so it kills me in one hit. I’m running a IAL build and so my SPEC are all at 1. so I pop out of the armor, sneak in, and use a sneak attack critical with the fat man I found in the FRS. and it takes out 25% of his hp. uh oh. so I run into the nearest bus and… he just… stands there. he stares at me in the bus. i shoot him and he doesn’t react, his hp just goes down. so I sit in that bus and chip away at his health until he just falls over dead. WOW. WHAT GREAT MINIBOSS DESIGN GUYS! GREAT JOB. still I don’t look a gift dear mutant in the mouth and I continue. but that was such a potentially great encounter that just ends like a soft wet fart after too much Taco Bell. I wouldn’t mind if he ran away when I went in the bus and so had to run forward to bait him out, chip at him, then hide again. or he could’ve had a reasonable amount of hp in which a sneak attack critical with a fatman deals AT THE VERY LEAST 50% HP if not just killing him outright. but whatever, it’s just one bug right? yeah. one story of a dozen.
it was one day and I’m probably letting my earlier held bias take over… but MAN is this an imperfect game. every single person who gives this 9 stars or says it’s their favorite has such bad taste. as a shooter, as an rpg, and as an open world sandbox, it’s perfectly average.
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.Rwby Catchup V8e5: The Slogblog Continues.
Ok so we’re just going to use blow up an entire mines worth of naturally grown crysatlised dynamite to get this thing on the air?
well thats some fate-franchise type swordthrowing right there.
Wait im confused, didnt Emerald join Cinder because Neo refused to disobey Salem’s direct orders (a wise decision on her part)? Why is Neo in the flying machine?
Have i told you how bland Cinder is yet? I think i have but even when prompted by penny to please give some motivation she only goes for a generic “I dont listen to anyone” line.
good on penny for seeing past the illusions with Infrared,
Emerald has guts to match her bad taste in loveinterests? oh no Mercury implied its a motherhood-figure thing didnt he? its been a while since i saw him.
Pietro cant stand to lose penny again.
Good decision by Ruby to save on time by entrusting Goodwitch to elucidate on Ozpins secrets.
And salem gets exactly what she wanted by being introduced on the global stage.
Zwei and Dad. But no raven (didnt she leave to Dads place? I thought thats where she teleported to at the end of the Spring Vault Arc?)
Its a bit weird that a single chip in her blade is all it takes to reverse her connection. That seems like a critical design flaw James never would have allowed a military project he funded to posess. Imagine granting billions in funds to design a weapon where, a single stray bullet retrieved by the enemy can turn it back on your own army. (i know its dehumanising to talk about penny as a weapon, but in the eyes of a general like James, humans are assets not people).
I dont believe Watts would have found such a flaw, because i dont believe James would have allowed penny to be equiped with a weapon that allowed such a flaw to exist in the first place.
Watts is back to prison, but now he has a phone. (Which is weird because James no longer has a use for Watts and as such has no reason to keep an Enemy Asset alive.)
Oh a grimm river, flowing like water and behaving in a liquid manner headed towards the hole in the ground you evacuated the civilians into.
I know im supposed to care about that, but at this point there is just too much happening in the plot for me to have the energy left to care about yet another threat. Like i get it Salem is evil and about to commit yet another crime against the natural order of the universe but i dont have the emotional energy to care about:
Oscars torture
James Tyranny
Watts Scheming
Sniffy-Bitey-Dogdemon’s existence and the implications of whomever was mad-scienced into becoming it.
Cinders Scheming
Neo’s Scheming
The “watching the broadcast”-Cameosquads continued existence
The implications of Ruby initiation “operation a thousand kuroyuri’s” and giving Salem exactly what she wants in the process
The Grimm River
The logistics of keepig the refugee camp supplied and guarded against the army of grim
The army of grim,
The Mantle Powergrid Shutdown
Atlas being suspended by Single Point Failure right on top of the refugees
Penny’s death-fakeout/mind controll
and whatever else it is im forgetting is happening right now.
In conclusion: The problem with a show throwing so many punches at once continuously and ceaselessly without an end in sight, is that the punches eventually stop hurting because you end up too numb and bruised to feel them.
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Hello you mrs. lady robin hood who likes to fish, and only eat sandwiches with no sides lefty eyebag 😌
Sorry I fell asleep after sending that last one. Did you sleep well? How are you this morning? Any big plans for the day?
Here comes the rambling since we're talking about food hahaha
So for bacon, it depends. If it's in a sandwich, it has to be crispy. By itself, it can be either crispy or soft. Do you have a favorite type of bacon? I like either the thick cut or the maple wood flavor. When I have pancakes, I go with the thick cut, and it's cooked like half crispy half soft.
Yeaaaah I like having the extra crunch with the sandwiches. Sometimes, I even put it inside the sandwich then flatten it so it's not too thick. Then eat more chips on the side lol.
I love all three of the sandwiches you mentioned. Do you? Especially tuna sandwiches. I don't think I can ever get tired of it. When you have your fried egg sandwich, do you fry your egg all the way? Or still have some yolk that you can clean up with the bread butt? Hahaha sorry, I call it the bread butt but I meant like the final piece of the sandwich that doesn't have any egg...
Ah that sucks that you haven't spoken to her in a while. Hopefully she comes back on soon! Did you guys meet on tumblr?
Okay okay, I'm glad you are showing that side of you with the dark humor and stuff. I am feeling more at ease with what I can say to you now lol
Again, don't be sorry about rambling about the things you like! I don't mind.
So when you fish, do you use those colorful baits? And do you use worms? That's a big fish that you caught. The biggest fish I ever caught was a hammerhead shark...on animal crossing. Hahahahaha.
With the fishes that you catch, do you put them back in the water after taking pictures and recording the weights? Or do you take it home to cook?
Isn't ice fishing when you go in the middle of an iced lake and make a hole and fish?
I don't think I've done anything bad that I kept it from people. 🤔
What is your favorite song lyric?
-CuriousGeorge
Hello you chips sneaker into the sandwich little john righty eyebag! hahahaha. how's that?
Sorry for the late reply. I slept okay but never enough. haha then i took a nap when i put Em to nap today. my morning was okay, just allergies so i hv been sneezing all day. n no big plans for today, just enjoying the gloomy day and the rain in the afternoon.
how r u today? hows work?
Ah okay.. your preference on bacons is pretty interesting. I like the thick cut bacon n as soft as it can be. lol. i think if bacon gets too crispy, it will get too salty for me for some reason. i never really taste the difference if it's maple bacon. but for sausage i really really like the maple vermont ones. what about ur toast? how do u like your toast? i really like it when it's only slightly toasted.
I actually do the same thing. i like to press my sandwich and kinda flatten it before i eat it. haha.
I looveee tuna sandwich, oh my god. it's one of my favorites. for the fried egg sandwich, i like it either way but i like the yolk not too cooked. either still a little runny or a little more cooked than runny. but i like the rim of it crispy better than the soft one. at the end it doesnt matter because i love egg sandwich.
haha it's actually funny in a cute way that u call it bread butt. i dont know if you mean the crust or not? but i kinda understand what you meant.
i dont really eat the crust. some people called me weird that i dont like it. what's funny is now my daughter doesn't like the crust either. I guess it's because whenever i made toast for her i always cut the crust and because of that when her dad makes her toast or grilled cheese, she never eat the crust. (i didnt do it in purpose actually. lol)
yes, I met my crush on tumblr. :D
depends on what we fish. Sometimes we use chunks of squid, sometimes we use life squids (which is messy because they squirt ink), sometimes we life sardines for the tuna fishing or other fish. For fly fishing for salmon we use fake bugs bait. For bass or fresh water fishing we use life worms.
Haha when i read that u said u caught hammerhead shark, i thought u were serious..😅🤣
Oh no we took it home.. n by the time it's done n on the way back to the shore the crew will help u cut n gutted the fish so u just bring home fillet of fish.
One time i caught 3 bluefin tuna which is a very good quality of tuna n it's always expensive if u get it in sushi place. My cousin's husband is a sushi chef, so i brought the whole 3 tunas n asked him to cut them in my apartment n he also brought home sushi rice n some sauces.. so we had sushi, sushi rolls n sashimi feast and i invited all my friends. Lol.
I usually cook any white fish i caught. Like red snapper, or the mahi mahi, rock fish.
Haha yeah thats what icr fishing is..i wanna try that.🤭
Hmm favorite song lyric? I had too much that i cant pick. We'll get back to u when i pick one. What bout u?
Next question?
Cheerio!
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ouch
something sour creeps up my throat again.
at first I think its guilt, a taste ive become familiar with.
but its flavor is tiring and crisp, like a grade school morning.
rushing through my head are thoughts that lead to no where,
as I slowly digest the reality of this new sensation - pain.
pain lurks within the deepest parts of our bodies, wallowing between our ribs and cradling the tender flesh within our eye sockets.
psychologically, we are taught the feeling. but physically, we learn it.
tasting pain is new to me, obviously.
it is bitter, but welcoming.
enchanting is a gruesome word, but it resonates.
truthfully, there are many reasons for its origin, which is good and bad.
good - because I know its not just my body being a shit hole.
bad - because it affirms the reality of my behavior.
I dont necessarily want to feel pain, but it makes me feel more alive when I do.
the hum of humanity is suffocating every part of me, but when I taste this malicious flavor, I feel a bit at peace.
I think, which means I am still deciding whether or not this is true to me, but I think I just appreciate the control I have in these painful moments I present to my world.
I know what I may have done, I may have done something intentionally because I knew I could, I did something I never knew I would but did to say it happened etc.
All of these scenarios will bring about pain, but in a way in which I can feel stable.
it is upsetting that the only way I feel okay is when I am the one in control of pain.
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Hey! Can I request the "You wear their shirt that's too big for you the morning after a steamy night "but with childe, kaeya ,albedo and zhongli! Thank you
Reader x Genshin NSFW
Summary - You wear their oversized shirt after a steamy night.
Pairings - Fem!Reader x Childe / Zhongli / Kaeya
Warnings - NSFW so no minors plsss
A/N - Someone else asked for Albedo, so I’ll do that one soon! Hope you liked these ones though :) They’re a bit more descriptive than the last ones I did tho- so be careful if you’re not into that.
Childe
Often busy, the one instance where he has a bit of time before work passes by, and you walk out in his large shirt after a steamy night.
At this time in the morning, he’s sipping his morning coffee, eyeing the newspaper or whatever’s on the table.
That all changes when you walk in.
Of course he notices, and resting his elbow on the couch arm, he simply stares. Doesn’t attempt to hide his flirtatious smile and just waits till you notice his very persisting gaze.
When you turn to him, his eyes give you the sensation you might as well be bare naked.
“When did I ever say you could wear my shirt?”
He says this teasingly ofc, you wearing his shirt is the hottest thing he could’ve seen all day. Makes him very happy.
But you deciding to tease him right back, you pout, tugging at the hem of it. “You dont want me to wear it?” He tries to protest and say it was a joke and not to take it personal, but before he can even start, you pull the shirt off.
You have nothing under the shirt.
Nothing.
Flinging the shirt back into his lap, you turn back to the bedroom. “There you go, I’ll find something else to wear.” You make sure to strut, hips swaying from side to side as you touch the doorframe.
You don’t make it to the bedroom.
Childe’s hand glides down your pelvis, wrapping around your waist as the other pulls your hair back so he can give you a kiss on the neck. You’ve captured his full attention, and even though he has work soon, your antics stirred him up.
God… now all he wants to see is you ‘begging’ for him.
Childe has the awful tendency to turn almost everything into a competition, and you struck a nerve. He will waste no time in letting you know who is in control of who.
He pins your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand with ease. But holding you so tightly up, your back is arched, posture straight and breasts perked outwards with the awkward position.
“That was awfully bold of you Y/n~”
His other hand cups your breast, molding it in his hand. Index finger pressing down on your nipple while the rest of his hand rubs your tits in a down and up motion. You sink into the feeling, a content sigh leaving your lips as you lean into his touch.
Still sore from yesterday, Childe certainly wasnt gentle or merciful, and this contact is softly blissful compared to yesterday.
Till he pinches your little nipple in his hand, twisting it slowly and hearing you whine in annoyance.
Instead of moving onto the next breast, his hand moves down, gloves brushing against your stomach and your hips. Until its rested on your inner thighs, and he’s just caressing and stroking the skin of your thigh.
His black gloves are everything.
You unconsciously press your legs together, mewling at the sensation so close to your heat. You try to lean further into his hand so he can rub against your throbbing core, but his hand capturing your wrists keeps you firm, not letting you move an inch.
Childe moves teasingly slow.
His gloved finger rubs against your clit ever so softly, pressing deeper against it and then pulling away completely.
“C-Childe…”
“Hmm? Speak up Y/n.”
He adds a second finger, but continues only to rub your pussy. A torturous sensation that makes you buck your hips in desperation to feel his fingers sliding in.
“Childe… please.”
You speak louder this time, and he rubs harder.
“Please what? You’ve got to be more specific Y/n.”
He loves the way he has complete and utter control over you, your reactions, the noises and expressions you make. That even if you’d had the audacity to expose yourself and strut away, he still had control. That in this battle, he’d won.
“Stick your fingers into me,” you groaned out, louder than the previous sentence. “Please- please…”
His gloved finger poked at the tip of your needy hole, rubbing around the edge just until your eyes watered with frustration, and you tried to grind against the sensation. Again unable to with his hold on your wrists.
“P-please!”
It was only when you were begging that he shoved his finger in ruthlessly, pushing in and out. Your legs rubbed together, thighs pressing tightly around his hand as he added a second finger, and you were left gasping and moaning out his name.
When he added a third finger, your knees were trembling and it was only his grip on your wrists and the hand buried in your pussy that kept you standing. He leaned into your neck, his breath fanning your ear when he asked you who you belonged to.
“Y-you…” you breathlessly answered, coming close to your climax with every thrust of his gloved fingers. Pumping up into that G spot so hard that it left you crying out.
And then he pulled out his fingers, loosening the grip on your wrists.
“Good.”
Trembling and writhing just for him, he’d leave you bare and needy. Not letting you climax with him until he came back home from work.
Punishment for trying to tempt him earlier.
He licked your juices from his gloves, sucking on them and lapping them with his tongue. Just for you of course, laying on the ground whining and wet, so close to your climax yet stopped at the heat of the moment.
With a big wide grin, he waves his hand in a goodbye, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room before heading to the door. Fulfilled, watching you beg for him and shamelessly admit that you were his was the perfect start to his morning, and of course your revenge for teasing him earlier.
“See you after work Y/n~!” And with a wink he’s off.
Zhongli
For some reason, after a steamy night with Zhongli, the morning left you sensitive.
Not only physically, but especially mentally. To a point where getting up with the aching throb of your thighs was just enough to send you over the edge and sobbing.
You head to the kitchen, Zhongli’s shirt draped over your figure. He’s of course sitting in his rocking chair, reading glasses on as he scans something that he’s reading. Probably one of Liyue’s historical books.
You heat up some pancakes, planning on making the two of you a nice breakfast to start the day off. But grabbing the maple syrup, after opening the lid and stepping forward to spread it on the pancakes, your foot slid on something slippery on the floor, and you’re sent tumbling back.
Zhongli is leaning over you in seconds.
But the fall isnt the issue, and with the maple syrup in your hand, the bottle had tipped into the inside of Zhongli’s shirt, the one you were wearing, dripping into his shirt and onto your body. You’d managed to set it straight, but not after maple syrup was sent streaming down your chest and down your stomach.
“Im sorry…”
Tears gather at your eyes, and you try to wipe them away before Zhongli can see. Nothing was going right today, and you just wanted a distraction, something to keep your mind off of your emotional state.
“Itrs alright dear… would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” Zhongli is so soft and kind as he offers his help, thumb stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.
You dont want a bath.
Even with maple syrup everywhere on your body, sticky, you don’t want to leave the floor. A sob breaks past your lips, and you shake your head. “No… I just want it to go away…” your hands are shaking, and you slowly remove Zhongli’s shirt from your body, the maple syrup clinging to your form.
His eyes trail over the gooey mess you seem to be in, and he takes his shirt back, unsure of what to do. As the geo archon, theres not much he can do about the maple syrup, and his insides twist when hearing you sob.
He presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly trails it to your lips, satisfied when it seems to calm you down. You push him closer, until his head is on the same level of your chest, and the maple syrup dripping down your breasts.
Without thinking, he goes to lick it, the sweet taste of maple syrup in his mouth.
He backs away instantly, afraid that the action only saddened you further. But it was the opposite, and you stared at him wide eyed, tears threatening to spill. With a sniff, you wiped the tears away again, “That… didnt feel bad.” Was all you said.
Zhongli wasnt sure what to make of it, and leaning closer, he only licked the sticky liquid off your cleavage again, listening to the intake of breathing. When he glanced up, you were staring straight at him.
“It felt… nice.”
You were no longer crying, which meant that to Zhongli, he’d done something right. He didnt stop licking there, and dedicating his tongue to wiping every spot of maple syrup on your body, the two of you stayed draped there for a while.
His mouth completely engulfed your breast, tongue swirling around the lengh of it as he sucked in the sticky liquid. Your breathing grew erratic, but every time he’d look up to ask you if you were alright, you’d simply say that it was fine.
Zhongli began to realize that you were really turned on by the time he reached your core, and the maple syrup wasnt the only liquid drenched there. He didnt waste any time in pressing his head into your thighs, knowing from experience that you liked it. And that instead of pain, his tongue gave you pleasure.
So thats what he did, sucking, nipping, and licking every part of your cunt until you were shaking, and your inner thighs were tight against his head.
He would’ve pulled back, but no matter how much he licked your pussy, the sweet taste still coated his tongue everytime, meaning that there was still some maple syrup. It was until his tongue dug into your needy hole that he realized where the sweet taste was coming from.
It only motivated him to get rid of it.
He’d seen your tears, seen how shamed and embarrassed you were to have the sticky liquid all over you. He knew he couldnt get rid of it with his tongue, but if it made you feel better enough to take a bath after, it was worth it.
His hands grabbed the balls of your ass, slowly massaging them against his fingers before using them to thrust his tongue deeper into your wet cunt. Pushing your ass and hips with his large hands and thrusting them towards his head in rhythm with the lapping of his tongue sent you on overdrive.
Your legs were shaking, and instead of gasps, little mewls of pleasure sputtered out of your mouth. Hands tangled in his hair, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.
It felt like orgasm after orgasm, Zhongli still pressing his face against your pussy and licking every sweet spot. But there was always more, and you were going numb by the time he pulled away, your body sore and writhing after the intense feeling of pleasure.
“Theres too much,” Zhongli said softly, wiping the sides of his mouth as he stared at your fatigued face. “I could keep going if you’d like-? “
Your mood instantly boosted up, and with a chuckle at the poor archons innocent stare, you shrugged. “A-alright, a little bit more I guess…” Even as your core felt numb and your thighs still shook at how tightly you’d been clenching them around Zhongli’s head, the sensation was too good.
With a small smirk, Zhongli dug back down, hands groping your ass again as he sunk into the sensation of your pussy.
Kaeya
You woke up horny.
By the time you walked out of the bedroom with Kaeya’s shirt on, your intentions were very clear. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, reading over something that looked like a report for work. You didnt give him the time to think as you plopped down on his lap.
Directly facing him, he seemed surprised as you wore his shirt, sliding in closer to him inch by inch until you could feel the firmness of his dick against you. It was then that he chuckled, realizing what you were getting at.
“Oh? My my Y/n, so daring~”
He only leaned back, setting the report down and putting his hands against the couch to sit back and watch you.
“Now now, dont feel deterred, I want to see you take charge for a change.”
And so you tried.
Grinding your core against his throbbing member, he winced, the ever so calm smirk never leaving his face. So he simply watched, watched as you slowly took his shirt off your body, revealing the form he loved so much. It took all his control not to take you by the arm and carry you to the bed, a second round after last night.
But watching you struggle was oh so much better.
You fumbled with his jean buttons, hands trembling as you slowly slid them down his legs to reveal his giant member. You always had trouble fitting him in, but he always took control and made sure you were ready for him before he thrust into you.
Sliding down his boxers, you gulped, thighs trembling as you positioned his dick above your pussy.
Kaeya only chuckled as you slowly sank down into him, only taking in the tip of him before you whimpered. Your hands came to clench around the buttons of his vest, breaths coming ragged as you tried your best to lower deeper into him.
“Having trouble?”
You wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, fill him with pleasure and send him into the same ecstasy youd felt last night. So that he couldnt tease you about it, so that he could look at you evenly and admit that you were just as good as it as he was.
But god he was too big…
You could barely lower yourself any deeper, only reaching quarter way before the your legs shook and your inner thighs squeezed with need. But he was too much, and every little movement sent you into a fit of squeaks and whimpers.
Kaeya’s hands groped your ass, and with a sigh he slowly began to tug you further down. Slow, achingly painfully slow. You grabbed at his wrists, begging him to stop.
“Kaeya… it hurts…” you nearly sobbed, tears threatening to spilled onto your cheeks.
“Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then.”
He removed his hands, but you were now halfway through and pulling out would be just as excruciating as fully embracing him. You were stuck, thighs shaking so badly you had no option but to sink lower, legs threatening to give out on you from the sheer effort.
You mewed and whined when you couldnt stop the slow motion of your cunt taking in Kaeya’s dick. And no matter how you tried to resist and keep your thighs from taking any more of him, they always collapsed and you were back to slowly leaning deeper into him.
Finally, when you’d sank to the bottom and had fully engulfed his dick, your face was tear stained, sniffles escaping your lips. But Kaeya didnt move, staying still and refusing to help you. It took everything you had to slide up his length and collapse back on him.
Up and down, up and down, the process was torturous but you could feel the pleasure building up in your chest everytime you took him in. Even Kaeya started to enjoy it as your pace quickened, your breasts bouncing up everytime you fell down back into him.
“Kaeya…” you whimpered through lidded lashes as your hands gripped his chest. “K-Kaeya…”
He came at the same time you did, and you were left sitting on his cock more tired than before. Inner thighs trembling, your walls clenched around him. Holding back a moan, you tried to lift yourself off of him, finding yourself unable to do so.
“K-Kaeya…”
With a chuckle, he finally leaned forward. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, and rubbing the swollen bruises of your inner thighs, he lifted you up, only to send you back down into him.
“My turn Y/n~”
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Am I the only one confused on why people hate Percy for not checking up on Bob after the Sword of Hades happened? A) Percy can’t actually stroll into the Underworld any time he wants; his uncle genuinely wanted him dead, and any monsters roaming around would be ecstatic to be the one to take Perseus Jackson down. B) why the hell would he ever think about a Titan again? The only reason Percy was able to erase Iapetus’s memories was because Iapetus was trying to kill Percy and his friends; odds are the only thing Percy thought about Iapetus after the fight was that there would be one less Titan on the battlefield, and nothing else. Iapetus was very much an enemy to Percy, and the only reason he stopped being one was because Percy dragged him into the Lethe; Iapetus didn’t have second thoughts or a change of heart or anything like that; Percy knew that if Iapetus regained his memories (and maybe Percy, the man responsible for wiping them, continuously coming around would’ve caused them to return), Iapetus wouldn’t hesitate to kill him or drag him to Kronos to be publicly executed. C) when did Percy have the freaking time? The boy was dealing with a war and the fact that he was almost certainly going to die when he turned 16, so he was trying to make the most of his time with his mom and friends, and he had a war to lead in and fight. Plus, he had like 4 months before Hera kidnapped him, and he had to use that to start recovering from the war, because I can guarantee those demigods are walking balls of trauma. A Titan he fought over a year ago likely never even registered on his radar, because why would he ever think about a neutralized enemy again? The boy got kidnapped, was kept in a magical coma for months, had to go on a quest and fight in another battle, went on yet another quest, and fell into Tartarus, all in less than a month; he had no time to deal with jack.
all of this is spot on and im sorry im about to ramble. I mean, the only reason why rick pushed this bob plot in our faces was to create Conflict and dig a little into the whole "titans and monsters aren't bad" that he did with Tyson. but like......it made no sense??? it was also about cleaning "plot holes" I guess? if rick wanted to make percy tie lose ends from pjo (which the whole bob thing wasn't even from pjo & when I first read it I was so confusion), if he wanted that same taste of conflict but better—because it wasn't explored much before —was if he added in more of Luke. just.
maybe some metaphors. maybe so parallels. maybe something something the curse of the arai. maybe an appearance like what miss melissa @estrangedlestrange did in her fic. but idk that would've probably been asking for much. give us the Themes of regret, of annabeth spiraling because Luke's knife, his promise, is now lost in the river of misery!!! tbh now that I think about it annabeth barely had anything going for her character during hoh except the Write Your Own Destiny thing w Iapetus and the other giant whose name I dont remember lol. dont get me wrong, that whole Thing w the "giants aren't inherently evil" and the "even if you're cursed you can still choose your fate" thing could've still happened!!! but. the opportunity was there for some nice good ol Luke resurgence (ummm he was an extremely prominent character. a very well written villain. and nothing came after that. nada. cmon folks, the story isn't over!) annabeth should've been in the pits of hell thinking constantly of the guilt, feeling the lost weight of the knife that literally killed luke from a broken promise just sjhghsjkdghakjg. his death hadn't been so long ago, and her being in hell, where he may or may not be for what he did, must've sparked some of the undigested emotions cmon. we only got a little bit of that but the tiniest bit, which is laughable. where was the creativity. annabeth's journey. huh???
ohhh and what we could've had with percy, because in the worst suffering for the both of them, he got into luke's perspective. give us percy relating more to luke!!! like rick just wrote a bit of percy's thought process being like, "u know what Luke has some points" and never dwelled on it again. it could have outright been one of percy's character arcs!!!! his motivation to kill the goddess of misery!!! both of them are bitter as fuck!!!! they're in fucking hell!!!! THE BOB GUILT WAS USELESS like u said!!! percy being hinted as a bad person for what he did to bob was soooo... dumb?? why not get him to sympathize with Luke but at the same time feeding into hatred and resentment bc he doesn't understand why LUKE is probably in Elysium for dying a hero when THEY are dying in hell? him and annabeth did everything right??? they are the heroes of olympus and this is how they are treated?? anyway sorry. completely skirted off topic ig adhd does that to a person. thank u for ur service anon<3
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