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soullesserror · 7 months

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That was so incredible. WARNING!!! THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG APPRECIATION POST WITH A FEW GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES BECAUSE IT IS LATE BUT SOOO MANY THOUGHTS!!! Also kind of a few character studies?? I guess?? YEah. I just need to get it out while it's still fresh.

I'm so impressed with all of them and the way Cellbit described stuff and all the different sounds he made?? absolutely nerve wrecking. The deaths were so like.. made my heart beat so so fast and the monster chases??? All the different npcs with different vibes to them he captured them so well. I love all the little references to the qsmp. I love the fact he included fitmc and his egg child. I'm so sad that he killed fitmc and his egg child.

They way Baghera roleplayed Lucie and how Lucie changed from hating this little brat and calling her that, and then changing it from a mean nickname to one of endearment, saying that Emi is the best for bringing the keycard but she needs to shut up. The way she gave her life for Emi, and she probably would've even if Carol didn't sabotage Emi. When she was dragged away and dying, all she could think about is that she was alone. That she was a failure. Her very last thoughts before she died were its not fair, but this is it. And it wasn't fair. She died alone. She was killed just for the thrill of it.

It was so cool the way Quackity laughed when Lucie died. The roleplaying was just so.. Chef's kiss. It changed Benito. It changed the way he saw Emi and yeah, he said he would help kill that child but seeing someone else doing that, it made him change his mindset. He never liked Carol, and seein her wanting this CHILD Lucie sacrificed herself for dead made him utterly pissed off, and he made sure that he would protect Emi. In the end, he says to himself that he started as an angry and cynical person who cared for no one. He said to himself that he will continue to be like that, but he has someone he needs to care for now and protect, because he will not let Lucie die in vain.

And the way Bagi roleplayed too?? I did NOT like Carol or trust her, she was so sus but oh my god Bagi is incredible. She was so in character, and Carol was so sure what she was doing was the right thing. She knew all of them were infected, and that meant they would need to die because if she lets them live she won't protect the world. But she wasn't there from the start. She wasn't there to form a bond with these people, and she focused her energy on killing a child, and in the end that's what got her killed. I almost wish she had lived longer, just to see what more there was to her. She was interesting narrivately, and I love that.

AND GOD. PAC. Pac was absolutely gut wrenching to look at after Diego heard about Lucie's death, just moment's before laughing with Jeffrey and being healed by him, only to hear that his best friend, likely for years, had been dragged away and killed by a beast, and it was to save a child he didn't even like. His first reaction was to deny it, even if the beast was right above them and he was so loud that it just.. GOIUGH. Pac's expression for the most part after that was zoned out, empty and like there was nothing to live for anymore. After Benito's speech about Lucie living on in Emi, he probably decided that Emi needs to live on. For Lucie. Like Benito said. Diego offers his everything for the people he loves. And he loved Lucie, it doesn't matter what KIND of love, but it was so important. And Pac captured that so incredibly well. ALSO LIKE. THE WAY HE SAID "She must've been terrified" MY HEART.

OUGH FOOLISH. His expressions. His noises. All the little things. He was soo in character. Jeffrey is a coward, and maybe it's more of an unknown trauma response to what happened to him before. Needing to run because he won't survive otherwise. His pep talk to Diego was that he [Diego] needs to bottle up his feelings for now, because otherwise he won't survive, but when they get out of this he can cry and they can get therapy. He's not telling Diego to keep it bottled up, but to seek out help. He throws a bunch of stuff, and in the end that's what saved them. He kept his phone and that moment!! That moment when Foolish said that he throws his phone at Mikael, I reacted the same way as Cellbit. Gasping, mouth open, jaw ON. THE. FLOOR. It was incredible.

AND EMI. She was broken. She saw her dad's infected body and she promised she would find a cure for him. She stayed with Lucie, held her hand until they had to split up and she was forced to stay with this boring guy that the only adult she liked didn't trust, and they were saying they didn't want her to stay there, but she would be safe if she did. Then, she finds this keycard, and her first instinct is to leave this boring guy and find Lucie. She does. And Lucie calls her the best for finding the keycard. And then, even if she doesn't realize it, she alerted the creature who chased her and Lucie, and this stupid doctor and new person who she does not know at all, down. This new stranger tries to offer her to the beast and Lucie sacrifices herself for Emi. Emi's only response was "She was the one I liked" I know some people were saying that she didn't act like a teenage girl (or like a 11/12 year old?) but she did!! I was talking to someone in dms and we were freaking out and he works with kids and I know teenagers. They are that sassy. They swear, and they absolutely swear a lot if they learned english from youtube or the internet, and being Brazilian I am simply assuming that's where Emi learnt it from. Cellbit did so well, and Emi also went through a LOT of traumatic events in such a short span of time. After Lucie died, she immidately latched onto Benito and never let go of his hand. And I don't think she will for a while.

Mikael sucked but also I kinda understood him in the end, but it also turned out he was wrong. That creature wasn't one of a kind, but he never got to know that. I don't have much to say about him because he was so sketch and just like. fuck that guy

i want more of this. so much more.

I KEEP ADDING ONTO THIS POST BUT OH MY GOD I AM APPLAUDING THE PEOPLE BEHIND THE SCENES. SO SO COOL. ALL THE ARTISTS AND THE PEOPLE HELPING CELLBIT WITH EVERYTHING WAS SO COOL. THANKY OU SO MUCH EVERYONE IN THE CREDITS

#opq #child death mention #opq diego #opq lucie #opq emi #opq luis #opq jeffrey #opq benito #cellbit #opq carol #i could tag this with qsmp but i will not

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lauvwar-r · 8 months

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04 from the start ⸝⸝ library date (gone wrong)

tw. . . minor mentions of blood (again)

beads of sweat (and perhaps tears) ran down your face as you stopped at the second floor of the library. while the ground floor was stockpiled with various books ranging from fiction to non fiction, the upper floor housed an idyllic study and reading space paired with a student-run coffee shop.

the air held an aromatic smell — smoky and earthy which complimented the overall rustic vibe of the place. although artifical, the books and plants that decorated the (what was once empty) shelves and rails suited the place too, capturing the classic academia aesthetic the council were going for. the perfect environment for talking shit about sampo (you're joking. you'd never do that to your best bud sampo... maybe).

unfortunately, you weren't in the mood for that right now because you swear — you were dying.

you wouldn't say you weren't athletic or anything but holy shit, with the way these stairs made you gasp and heave like you just ran a marathon, you'd start to think you were. like — couldn't the school at least afford those flat escalators used in airports and malls?

searching the area for your blonde 'boo-boo bear', you couldn't find him. ain't no way i just got played (dhmu im going home and never going to the library ever again- )

ah. never mind, he's at the table behind you. and man, did he look so cute when he was focused.

surprisingly, he was seated at a circular table a bit far from the others — your favourite spot. why? "so i can stalk geppie from afar obviously!" you once told your friends jokingly. in reality, it was for a totally different reason.

your eyes wandered back to the man in question. he was dead concentrated on his laptop, perhaps trying to fix the dumpter fire of a poster he produced. jaw tightening, he leaned backwards, an adorably annoyed sigh left him as he ran a hand through his messy, blonde locks which caused the silver necklace you gave him to jingle across his chest. god damn, he's so illegally fineeeee.

...but how'd he know that was you favourite spot?

"oh name? you alright?" he asked, finally noticing your struggling form against the railing.

why do i hear wedding bells?

"give me a sec... damn these stairs... im gunna manifest the downfall of whoever made them... " you huffed, shaking your fist like a senile old man.

"uh huh... i uh- wish you good luck on that," gepard replied, patting you on the shoulder stiffly. he's so awkward (i want him). "anyway, as promised, i have your favourite coffee at the table. let's start?"

"'course!" you cheered, thanking the man above for the absolute angel in front of you. but as you were about to grab your drink-

"well aren't we moving fast, huh?" you teased, "holding hands before marriage, geppie? technically not my hand but my wrist... but you know what i mean-"

"...why's your hand bloody?"

"h uh???"

looking down at your right hand, sure enough, it was covered in a liquid layer of crimson that dripped down your palm to your fingers. it seems you had clenched your hand too hard earlier when receiving gepard's text message in the music room, causing small punctures to appear on the palm of your hand.

"...woops?" you shrugged dismissively, "i'll ask a barista for a tissue or something- hey! where are we going? geppie?"

he looked... angry? kinda hot tho-

woah who said that??????

"the infirmary. you should at least wrap the cuts properly," he replied sternly, dragging you towards the exit of the library, your wrist still firmly in his hold. "plus," he started, "shouldn't we already be used to hand holding?"

MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ previous! ⸝⸝ next!

𑁤 sypnosis. despite claiming to be 'rizz master 3000' name has failed to ask out their crush and childhood best friend, gepard, for a few years (L). with this new wave of courage, will this lovestruck idiot be able to confess before gepard buys a house and adopts 3 cats and a bunny with someone else? (this is a joke. geppie will not be adopting 3 cats and a bunny).

notes. . . i actually planned to have this chapter be longer (more than 2x the length of this one) but it was getting too long :( so i apologise for the short chapter. next one will be the other half tho! (also written) so i hope you look forward to it <3 (edit: omg the fucking coffee?!?!?!)

. . .tags @520cafe , @kitsuxiv , @91ed0 , @iridescentsunsetwaters

#💐 ⸝⸝from the start𓂃⸼#gepard landau #gepard x reader #hsr smau #hsr x reader #gepard smau #gepard x gender neutral reader #gepard x gn reader #gepard x you #hsr gepard #hsr x gn reader #hsr x you #hsr #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail smau #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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Victim of the Circumstance, Part 5

Summary: what do you decide to do?

Pairings: James Mace X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (F & M receive), breast worship, boob job, cum play, thigh grinding, manhandling, switch vibes, slapping, degradation, creampie, bruises, hickies, Plan B, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“This,” you pant out, your chest heaving up and down as you gaze up at Mace. Pupils blown wide with lust. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything you could ever remember in recent history. He was right there, inching closer to you. “I don’t do this.”

“What are we doing?” He whispers out again. James’ hand reaches towards your jaw, outlining it with his thumb, before it drifts lower. And lower. Carefully framing the low neckline of your dress, and it sinks lower on your chest. Your nipple almost poking out of the top.

“This,” one more shallow breath has one side of your top uncovering your nipple, and James gulps, staring hungrily at your body. His eyes drift all around you. Taking every bit of your curves in. He wanted you just as much.

“Tell me what it is we’re doing?”

You step back to lock the door, and get close enough for your hardened nipples to graze over his hard body, “This.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mace doesn’t hesitate to close the gap to your bodies. Crashing his lips into yours before he kisses down your neck. Squeezing your tits together, and staring at them like a man starved before nibbling on the swell, walking the two of you towards the bedroom. Pulling down your top to capture your nipple in his mouth.

You let out the loudest moan that you can remember. It had been too long since you had someone’s needy hands and mouth on your skin. Mace was partaking in every inch of you. His mouth may be working your pebbled peaks, but his hands were moving all over, stripping you out of your dress, and pounding your back up against the wall.

“Oh god!” You screech as he sinks down to his knees. His mouth nips your body, and then he gives your covered core a desperate lick up your slit. Kissing and sucking over the lacy panties, and then it’s you that starts pulling them off. Damn near falling over with how fast you are trying to strip down.

“My god,” he moans, as you sling your leg over him. Resting it over his shoulder as he stares at your sex. Those beautiful eyes drift up to your face as he slowly closes the gap. Getting close enough that you feel his warm breath, and when his tongue barely kitten licks over your neglected clit, you whimper out his name.

James buries his face into your puffy folds, and you go blank. Head tilting to the ceiling and whispering out a lew prayer as he feasts on you. He is parched and the only form of relief he was getting was from your juices. It has been so long that your body is so reactive to his ministrations. The most vulgar slooshing and slurping sounds come from between your legs. You were feeding him well.

His moans are turning you on even more as your hips start to grind on his face. James’ tongue slides down into your hole, and he stands still. Waiting on your glance back down to him, “Uh huh,” you feel him smile on your weeping cunt, nodding his head. He literally wanted you to fuck his tongue.

Placing a hand on his head, while the other stays on the wall, you roll your hips, letting his tongue slip in and out of your tight channel. Just when you think you are in absolute heaven, his hands slap over your chest, and pinches your nipples. “Oh god! James! Oh fuck!”

Hips buck forward as his tongue stretches you out. All these years of trying to find your own pleasure, this was similar, and oh so different. He was a perfect little fuck toy, but there was something more you wanted. His cock was straining through his pants. Skin glistening from more than just the river swim. He wanted you, too. And you wanted him all night.

Both your hands circle his head, and you use him. Slowly building up speed, and when his teeth graze over your clit, your juices flood out onto his face, and your leg starts trembling, “C’mere.”

Dropping your leg onto the ground, you pull him up, yanking off that shirt before crashing your mouth into his. He fights you for a minute to pull away as you undo his jeans, “You’re going to taste yourself,” sweet summer child. No one was ever woman enough to taste themselves on his lips.

“I’m not a child,” you are already breathless, but the fact that he had been with women that didn’t want to share in each other’s arousal is so foreign, “I want to taste what you did to me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he gets out before your swallowing his moans. His jeans fall far enough that his cock jumps up, and touches your skin. The tip drenched in precum, and your bodies’ hit the door to open it up wider.

Both of you yelp when a dog jumps up from the floor barking, “Cannon! Shit…go to Benning’s room, buddy. Mommy is going to be fucked like an animal tonight.”

“Yeah she is. Where’s the microphone?” Mace smirks at you, and you wait for Sy’s dog to jump into Benning’s bed before you look at him. Shaking your head. You need to see exactly what Mace can do before you bring in toys.

“First time we fuck, there will be no toys. When was the last time you were tested? I don’t have condoms.”

“Uh, after the last girlfriend. I always used a condom though.”

“Don’t cum in me. Pull out. And after the first time…we can use the microphone,” Mace starts stalking you like prey. Walking you backwards towards the bed. “And James?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to fuck me all night. I meant that. Use me tonight. My pussy is yours whenever you want it, get it wet, and oh! Mmm,” you whimper when James pushes you onto the bed, and yanks your legs to where you’re at the bottom of the bed. Spreading your legs wide, and he slaps his cock on your clit.

“Got it. Wet pussy, hard dick, I fuck.”

“I can do the same. If I wake up, and you're hard…”

“Jump on and enjoy the ride. Now,” sliding his tip down until he reaches your hole, he pushes through aggressively. Barreling into your heat and already becoming breathless. He felt good, but you couldn’t enjoy it. He was speeding past the good parts.

“James!” He grunts as he pounds into you even harder, grabbing onto your bouncing tits, “James!”

“I know it feels good.”

“Yes, but,” he doesn’t stop, and you need this to last. Fast at the end. Slow build in the beginning. “James!”

“Yeah? Yeah, right there?”

“No.”

His thrusts stop all together, and his face falls, “You’re not enjoying yourself,” it isn’t a question, but a statement.

“I would enjoy it much better if you gave me time to. Just…slow baby,” lifting yourself off the bed you let your hands slide down his chest. Grabbing onto his hips, “This isn’t a race, or a quickie, okay, sweetheart,” his eyes flutter close as he loosens up, letting you guide his pace. “Mmm, that’s better, isn’t it. Oh fuck…yeah, yeah. You get to really feel it. Take your time. Discovering what makes me wild. Explore. Change your angle. Lean back a bit, and push your cock up.”

He listens to your words. Smiling when you bite at your lip, “Yeah, oh you learn so quickly. That right…right there. Oh yeah! Now, don’t jackhammer, but…ahh!” You scream, lifting off the bed when he drives into you at that angle. “Right there, Jamesy. Fuck yeah! You found it. Right…there…oh god! Don’t stop. Don’t change. So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.”

He is receptive to praise. And the perfect learner. Smiling even when you start creating tight circles on your clit. You finally get to feel him. Revel in how wide he has you split open. Sighing when he reaches depths that have never been discovered. His cock was angled perfectly to hit you right where you wanted him.

It was like he was made for you. The perfect fit. Giving it to you like you had wanted all these years. You didn’t mind helping him out, because it is helping you out. And it felt oh, so good.

“Oh shit!” He grunts, pulling himself out of you as your honey squirts out of you. “Oh shit, I hit the jackpot.”

“Do it again,” stabbing into you a few hard times, your body reacts, gushing out of you. Your eyes clench down close at all the pleasure that you are feeling, “Again! Oh! Oh, yeah! Right there, just like that. You’ve got it. Fuck! Fuuuck!” He keeps on until your whole body is quivering, making a mess of the floor. Holding still as your walls constrict around him. Petting over your face.

“You there?”

“Yeah. Oh god,” you let your head fall back on the bed. “Oh,” you let out a breathless sigh. “Oh, that was good. Now, can I take care of you?”

“What?” You sit up, letting his stiff cock slide out of you, and you pull him onto the bed, “Okay. Yeah. I like this. Usually girls just want me to hit it from the back or…”

“Shh, James, rule number one, don’t talk about other girls fucking you when I’m about to change your life,” his eyes go large as you grip his cock, kissing and licking up his vein. “I told you, I like tasting what you do to me. You had me all stretched out, and now I’m going to finish you. You want me to face you, or away from you?”

“What’s the difference?” He gulps when you spit on his length. Letting the saliva ooze down before you fist him.

“Facing you, you can play with my tits you so enjoy. Away from you, you can finger my ass.”

“Holy shit! I can’t think.”

“You think you can sit up, and suck on my titties while I ride you?”

“Yep,” Mace sits up, and leans against the bed frame, when you sling a leg over him. Holding firmly onto his cock, and you slowly sink over him. Taking the time to feel every inch and vein of his pretty cock. Sliding down until he reaches home, and is balls deep, and you have to adjust your position, he is long. “I get the pace.”

“Oh god,” you pant. “You feel so good. Now, be a good boy, and play with my tits,” he termbles, but listens. Circling his mouth around your engorged nipples as you start to grind over him. “The build up is so much nicer when you take your time. Let me come on your cock like this, and I’ll really ride you. You just let me know when you're close. Don’t cum in me.”

“No,” he pulls off you, staring at your nipple before moving to the other.

“Where do you want it?” Circling your hips over him, he whimpers the sweetest little sound. You could mold him to be exactly what you needed. “You want it in my mouth? On my tits? You want me to finish you by giving you a boob job? Let my tits stroke your pretty cock? Huh? Jamesy, what is it that you want, baby?”

“My god, please, just fuck me. You’re amazing. Whatever you want. Whatever. You. Ooh!” His voice goes up an octave whining when you start bouncing on him. Laying back he watches your tits bounce in front of him. “Perfect. You’re perfect. My god, your a fucking goddess. The best. This is…oh! Sunshine! Sunshine, if you don’t want me to cum in you.”

“That was quick,” you smirk, climbing off him, “Do I feel that good, baby boy?” He nods his head like an excited child. “I feel like you want to fuck my tits. You wanna make a mess? I can hang off the bed and let your balls slap over me at the same time.”

“My god,” his voice is weak as he stands up, “Where do I go?”

“Right at the edge. Over here,” you hang your head over the bed, and bring your tits together. “Make sure to lube them up with some spit. Why don’t you play with my pussy while you do this?”

He lets a drip of saliva run to your tits, and you spread it around. Waiting for him to place his cock in between your tits, and he literally whimpers, “Fuck me,” you grunt. “Go as fast as you want, honey,” Mace does just that. Desperately ready to see a mess on your tits. You don’t even care that he’s not playing with your clit. His desperate little moans are enough for you.

Straddling your head, his balls slap against your chest, and you want to suck on them. You want to suck on every part of him. He is a fast learner. “Uh! Uh! Fuck!” His pretty little balls tighten up as he spurts his load in between your tits. Slowing down his motion, before he just stands there panting.

“Why don’t you let my mouth clean you up, and you can stare at what a mess you made?” Backing up, he sees that smiling face. A woman that looks so innocent and well put together, but you are a freak. “Oh, Jamesy, that cock looks so pretty covered in cum. Let me taste it.”

“You are a little cumslut, you know that?”

“Uh huh. Give me some time to get on birth control, and I’ll show you what a cumslut I am,” you moan as you take his whole length in your mouth. He tasted like you and him. Musky with a tangy sweetness. Mace’s hand rubs over the lump in your throat; the bulge of where he was.

Distracted only when you gather some of the mess on your tits, and start rubbing it on your clit, “So this is not a one time thing?”

You suck on his cock like a straw as you pull him out of you, finally looking at the mess on your tits, “No. I’d prefer it if it wasn’t.”

“We…are we…is this just sex or is this a thing?”

“You only fuck me.”

“That…it didn’t really answer my question,” he is adorable trying to figure out what exactly was going on between the two of you. Needing a word or confirmation as to what exactly was going on.

“Let’s keep fucking, and see where it takes us. But you only fuck me. That cock is mine, and this cunt is all yours, sweetheart. Now, go get me a washcloth, and let's clean up a bit, and we can snuggle. Remember, fuck me when you want. I have no kids tonight. As long as I’m wet, stick it in me, and wake me up to you pounding into me.”

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever, you say. My little sex doll?” He asks, walking into your bathroom to gather a washcloth while you gather his cum to lick off your fingers. “My god, you’re something else,” you cock up an eyebrow, “And I like it a lot.”

“Good boy, Jamesy.”

One time. That’s all it took was one time of James being inside of you, and he was addicted. You took complete control, and both of you had a better time because of it. You showed that you were a complete freak for her man, and he was excited about it. You told him if he was hard, and you were wet to fuck you. Free range on your body and pleasure.

Waking up with a hard on was easy, but leaning over to see your peaceful face, he doesn’t want to. That innocent quality was back. He is sure that you were just bluffing. Alcohol hadn’t been involved, but women didn’t want that. Didn’t want to wake up to being fucked, did they?

You stir a bit in your sleep, and that perfect breast pops out from under the blanket. Your nipples look better when they’re hard though. He moves a bit closer to you, barely licking on the nipple before blowing cold air on it. You are already reacting to his motions, and your little bud starts getting harder.

“You could just suck it,” you peep open your eyes, and Mace is nearly face to face with your tit. “I meant what I said. Tonight, use me. Go on,” he surprises you by pulling your leg over his hip. Sliding his thigh in between your legs, and when you place your bare cunt on him, he moans, “I’m already wet, but you want,” your words turn into squeaks when he sinks over your tit.

His tongue flicks over your bud, while he simultaneously sucks on you. Pulling off to let you see the swollen peak, “You think I can make it bigger?”

“Uh huh. You think I can come without you inside of me?”

“I’m sure you can. Why don’t you show me,” grabbing as much of your tit as he can, he squeezes on the swell while he starts sucking on you. Letting you grind over his thigh while he partakes. Suckling on you like a babe that was in need of feeding. Giving you a little nip, before he lays you back a bit more to find the other tit.

Paying attention to the neglected one, while you move over him. Making the prettiest sounds. He paid so much attention to your tits, and you weren’t aware of how good it felt. Sure that you could get off from that alone.

“Fuck me!” You demand. You are getting close. “Fuck me like your whore!”

“Come first,” he is a tease. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, rolling them in between his thumb and finger. “Go on, come, and I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are. I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as I want this time.”

“Uh huh. Please, just fuck me. Make me watch myself come on your cock in that mirror.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll have you coming so hard on my cock. I’m going to pound into your pussy. Make you feel me for the next week. You’ll be leaking all over my cock,” you grind down harder on Mace. moving over him like your life depended on it when a crazy idea strikes you. It was insane, but there were ways.

“Cum in my pussy, James.”

“You said no.”

“It’s yours. Cum in my cunt. I’ll get Plan B. Please. Please! Claim me! It’s your pussy. James! James!” You scream out his name as your belly starts to heat up. Ready to beg him for all he’s worth. “James, I want to feel you in me! There’s a drug store down the road. Please. Cum in my pussy, I want to see you leak out of me.”

He has never seen that. Had never felt his seed plant deep into someone’s core. The desire to see himself drip out of your pretty little pussy is too much to say no to. Not to mention his aching cock at you begging for his cum. “P-p-please!” Your cunt is so hot on his leg. You couldn’t even think about anything else, but him. You are on autopilot for cock and cum. “Please!”

“Fine, you little slut,” my god. Pleasure starts coursing through your veins at his aggression. He flips you over to your belly, lifting you to your knees, “Show me that slut cunt,” you arch your back even more, reaching back to spread your lips apart. “Yeah, that hole does need to be stretched and leaking, huh? You want to be a little cumslut, I’ll let you be one. But you’re just mine. And I get to pump you full the rest of the night, okay?”

“Yeah. Yes!” One swift movement, and he had bottomed out. Holding tightly to your hips, he starts rutting into you. His fingers dig into your skin, and you want to remember every part of this moment. This has always been your favorite position, and your body doesn’t take long to show him how much. Your thick honey leaks onto your thighs, and you start going into a paradise. Being used for pleasure, while you get your own euphoria.

Hips slapping against your backside, and you turn into mush, body starting to drift down to the bed, “No, you don’t,” Mace grabs onto your chest, and lifts you up to his front, “You wanted to see what you looked like. Look at my little filthy slut. You know you’ve already covered my cock in your cream? You are a dirty little cockslut that wants me to fuck my cum so deep inside of you, hmm?”

Your eyes roll back into your head, but Mace gives you a bit of a slap to your cheek, “I want you to watch yourself. Look at how you are letting me use you. Look at how you're reacting. How your body is recoiling with every fuck into you I make. Those pretty tits are just bouncing. Ahaha!” Mace starts laughing as you spurt juices around his cock.

“Sloppy little thing. You like being talked to like this?”

“Uh huh. James…fuck…harder!”

He smiles at your reflection, and grabs both of your tits. Using them as reins as he drives into your wet heat. This is what you are talking about. You wouldn’t care if he threw you around. He is using you so well, and you enjoy watching it happen. Seeing your eyes glazed over and high off orgasms.

“You got me in a fucking vice grip. Can you come with me? I’m almost there. I’m right there. Keep…keep squeezing. Yes! Fuck yes!” Warmth shoots into your hole, and you start going limp, but Mace keeps fucking it even deeper into you. He was a crazed man at finally feeling a hole drenched in his cum. His cock draws out of you, covered in both of your creams. “Fuck yes! Fuck yes!”

Letting your body drop to the bed, where he still keeps using you. Like a boy who had just lost his virginity, and didn’t know when to stop so he overstimulates himself. Hunching into you like it is his job. Like he’s going to get a grade. A solid growl exits his mouth. “Fuck yes! Fuck…fuck!”

“Mmm,” you tilt your head, watching him with a dopey smile. He is needy, but when his need is you, it didn’t matter, “Jamesy, you’re fucking me so deep. Oh, I feel you in my belly. How does my hole filled with your cum look?”

“Oh. Oh…I can look?”

“Yeah. I want you to see how you got me gaping, and filled up. Go on,” panting he pulls his softening cock out of you, and you get back on your knees. A hand goes underneath you, and you pull your lips apart, “You ready, baby boy?”

His head nods rapidly, and you start pushing out his cum. The hot liquid starts to trickle out of your abused hole, and James is mesmerized, “That’s all you,” you moan, starting to finger yourself. “That’s all of it, you,” letting yourself drop on your back, you start sucking on your fingers that are covered in him. “Mmm. Mmm!”

“How long does birth control take to kick in?”

Your eyes flutter open, and you try to sit up. Sore didn’t even touch how you really felt. A deep ache was inside of you. It has been years since you have felt all that. Your hand cups your mound, and you wince. You had maybe one good more fuck in you, but the bed was empty. It was good enough.

Mace probably had somewhere he needed to be. If that’s all you had of him, it would be enough. He made sure that you would feel him for a while. You take a glance over to the clock, it was too early and too late. A missed call from Casey’s phone with a sweet voicemail from Mirabelle to inform you of their arrival to the park.

“Uh,” you fully sit up in the bed, and look at your reflection, “You look and feel like a whore,” you tell yourself laughing. “Son of a bitch,” twisting your head to the side, you look at your body, before struggling to get out of the bed.

Hickies are all down your neck, and down your chest. Nipples looked a bit darker, and bruised. Your thighs sting, and you even had hand and fingerprint bruises all over your body, “I did tell him to use me. Oh god,” you try to pop your neck, stretching as much as your body allows. It was tender, but it felt so good.

“Morning, Sunshine.”

“Oh my god,” wrapping an arm around your chest, and covering your twat, you spin around, “James?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why you’re bothering covering yourself. Pretty sure I have licked and fucked everything possible.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I had an amazing night last night, and I was hoping to continue it this morning, but I know you had to be hungry. I was. I’m not the best cook, so I went to the closest place here, it’s McDonald's. I didn’t know what you would like, so I kinda got one of everything on the menu, and coffee. Do you like coffee?”

“You…I thought you…you came back?”

Mace walks his giant bag of food, and drink carrier of coffee over to the bed, and walks to your closet, throwing any random dress over to you, “There. Have breakfast in bed with me. I fed the dog before I left, too. And yes, I came back. We had fun. Yes, you told me that your cunt was mine, and my cock was yours, but I meant what I said.”

“And what was that? I did,” you look away. It is silly with how intimate you two had been, but the heat in your cheeks was letting you know how shocked you were to see him. “You kinda fucked me a bit dumb last night. I don’t know if I remember what you said.”

Mace chuckles, reaching into the bag for a hash brown, “Glad to be of service. I meant what I told you before the sex. I’m in. Sex is fun and fine, but I’ve never been a just sex kinda guy.”

“What does that mean?” The coffee feels amazing running down your throat. Even that is raw. You are need of hydration. You lost a lot of liquid last night.

“I don’t want to just have sex with you. What time do the kids get back?”

“It’ll be late tonight. They always bounce over to Magic Kingdom and watch the fireworks.”

“I’d like to take you to an early dinner then. We went a bit backwards. Fucking before a date, but we had a connection, and…I’m okay with putting on the brakes. You needed that last night, and so did I. I’m in. I want to date you. I can’t just walk away from you, and…I found a girl who is a bit of an at home teacher. She just got out of school, and she said she can come over to your house three days a week.”

“Thanks, but…you can’t…well, I don’t know how this works. I wouldn’t…but I already have, and…”

“Sunshine, please, tell me what you're thinking,” Mace places a calming hand on your knee. It is soothing, comforting. You hadn’t ever had a partner with Mirabelle, but it is definitely too soon for that. But this man had found a teacher for her.

“It wasn’t my plan to have my kids involved, but they already are, and…I don’t know how to do this.”

“Well…we can keep doing what we were doing. Maybe on nights that Casey and Will have the kids, we have our time. If you have a teacher with Mirabelle…I get lunch breaks. Do you?”

Biting at your lip, you reach for his biscuit, and take a bite, “Are you asking for a quickie on the job?”

“I was actually asking about a little chat in the grove. But if you want to wet my dick, I will not argue. It doesn’t have to be sex. I like you. I like your kids, in a not creepy way. I think Benning kinda likes me, and Mirabelle, I know she does.”

“So…we’re dating?” Leaning a bit closer to you, Mace nods his head with a smile. “Are we still having sex while we’re dating, or are we stopping that all together?”

“I’ll tell you what, when your birth control kicks in, we’ll go back to sex. Speaking of which, I went ahead and bought Plan B, and some condoms. I’m not pushing you or anything, I just think it’s best to be better prepared. But I think slowing down and getting to really know each other sounds nice, yes?”

“Yeah. I do, too,” he is surprising. He wanted you, but not just your body. He enjoyed spending time with you. The fact that the introduction to your kids already happened, and was decently successful made you even more comfortable.

“And I thought you might need a break, sorry for the bruises.”

“I’m not,” he looks down at your lap, his cheeks flushing a bright red. “I like being manhandled from time to time.”

“Well, you still need a break. Maybe we can pick out the things Mirabelle needs for her home learning? Or just watch a movie.”

“Or both.”

“I like both.”

“Me, too,” you didn’t know both was an option. “And I really need some water. I’m parched, and famished.”

“Ahh, got you a water bottle beside your bed along with some aspirin. You can’t live on greasy breakfast food, and coffee alone.”

This was new. It was fun. And it was interesting. But mostly it was comfortable. Too easy even, but you aren’t going to deny yourself that. It was a relief not having to be alone another day. Saturday’s were usually for cleaning up the house, and washing clothes, but you didn’t have to do it alone. You had company, and one that you enjoyed spoiling and taking care of. Judging by the McDonald’s and drugstore run, he did, too. And you were going to let him.

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incarnadinedreams · 1 year

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What do you like about jc?

Oh my goodness what don't I love about him!

Well, first and most importantly, he has a purple lightning whip.

Secondly, you know how the elements of a tasty dish are salt, fat, acid, heat? Well he's salty, he's acidic, he's a spicy Yunmeng boy, and some sources of mixed repute claim he's got a nice fat ass. All the elements for a delicious snack are right there!!! He has the range, the depth, the complexity!

Jokes aside, a lot of it really is just based on vibes. I just... liked him pretty much immediately. My heart was won at "I'm his uncle. Any last words?" and it only got better from there. He's got most of my favorite lines in the book - whether funny or completely heart-wrenching, both directly in his dialog or about him. His sarcastic comments are always hilarious, and he's often enough actually a voice of reason and responsibility (promptly ignored). The vast majority of the time when he's not in some absurdly extreme and traumatic situation he's being pretty normal and seems perfectly likeable to me.

I enjoy that from the start he's mostly pretty practical. One of the first times we see him, he desperately wants to smack Lan Wangji but he's run the cost-benefit analysis in his mind and it's not worth it, so (grumpily) he does not. Some people point out his 'definitely don't start a petty fight unless you know you can win' reasoning as some sort of point of cowardice, but my reaction to that scene was thank god, finally someone in a fantasy novel has some common fucking sense!

Except, of course, on one very specific topic: Wei Wuxian. And then there's like a 50/50 chance all that consideration goes out the window instantly. A little pinch of unhinged obsession adds so much extra flavor! With the amount of overtime he's pulling in sect conferences he deserves a little derangement from time to time, as a treat. And that intensity goes both ways.

That fervent certainty that Wei Wuxian would be back some day, that not even death could hold him - a conviction bordering on madness, except in the end he was right? Hot.

On the other end, he's willing to sacrifice himself for Wei Wuxian and other people who loves over and over and over again throughout the story (even if he's mad about it), until he can't do that without throwing other people he's responsible for under the bus.

To the point that when we get to the big reveal after Guanyin Temple about how he was captured by the Wens... once the shock fades, you step back and think 'wait, why was that even a surprise to me at all?' The guy just took a sword through the chest for Wei Wuxian like an hour earlier (even if it was unnecessary and therefore mostly embarrassing), and was about to run back into that cave at the Second Siege with no spiritual power and a sword he couldn't even lift three days before that, and yet we're surprised he gave himself up back then?

And of course, the same goes for his nephew and I just love them so much. He doesn't hesitate for a moment to offer himself as a hostage instead of Jin Ling at the temple. He may sometimes struggle to express his love in a way that's more palatable than the prickly sharp thing it can sometimes be, but it's undeniably there. When Jin Ling is crying after the Second Siege, it's Jiang Cheng he goes to without hesitation - and that "Who did this to you?!" line, the way he doesn't hesitate to pull him away somewhere private and stick by his side.

Even things that are meant to cast him in a bad light, like his 400 spirit nets fiasco, show him also anxiously helicopter-uncling his way through baby's first "solo" night hunt, complete with undercover agents just in case, is proof that he at least cares very deeply. I think if you look beyond the surface, it's also pretty obvious why he'd spare no expense and use any method to give his bullied nephew the best debut night hunt possible in a society where talent and prestige are incredibly important to his future ability to consolidate power as the Jin heir. He wants to shield him from the same insecurities and pain he felt, especially where being overshadowed was used against him in ways that had specific negative impacts on his ability to protect people he cared about.

Another of the reasons I love him so much is because his grief is so intense that it's palpable. Those scenes post-fall of Lotus Pier where he's oscillating between numbed shock and fury, just... feel so real, and relatable, and resonate in way that's just horribly accurate. It's like his grief jumps off the page, you can feel the hurricane of horror and loss crashing into him. The scene at Nightless City, that moment where he says "Didn't you say that you could control it, that it would be fine?", where the last of his faith in Wei Wuxian shatters and the fracture is complete, like two halves of a whole have finally snapped apart and there's nothing left... I just love the intensity and desperation.

But even more, he keeps going after. He's stubbornly alive, despite it all, and I don't think he gets nearly enough credit for the fact that he's actually able to handle things pretty well, considering the situations involved. He has a breakdown about it and then he picks himself up and gets back to work. He's remarkably resilient, in ways that aren't necessarily flashy or obvious at first. Too much is made out of the ways he's broken or bitter when for the most part he's actually remarkably functional in the face of horrible traumas!

I have been trying very hard not to just spam my favorite quotes in here but this is really my favoritest favorite (from chapter 61) because it just sums him up so beautifully:

... the most laughable one was the YunmengJiang Sect, the people of which either had been killed or had scattered, leaving only Jiang Cheng, who was younger than even Lan XiChen and was still a child born yesterday, who had nobody in his hands but still dared call himself sect leader, holding up the banner of rebellion as he recruited new disciples.

Because he does the hard work, day in and day out. The boring, tedious, constant work - the endless late nights dealing with the constant problems. But he does it, and he mostly accomplishes what he sets out to do.

It's so sad that all the things he does very well get overshadowed by his insecurities, because in the end, hasn't he done incredible things? Hasn't he survived? Hasn't he gone from the youngest sect leader with nothing and nobody that Wen Ruohan could only laugh at, to "No matter which clan you choose to offend, you shouldn't offend the Jiang clan, and no matter which person you choose to offend, you shouldn't offend Jiang Cheng"?

He might be a little scarred, but isn't he succeeding all the same?

(He should probably hire a PR firm to handle the rumors his resting bitch face causes though.)

#thinking too much about jiang cheng yet again #I will never turn down a chance to talk about him #he's just so him!#late stage jiang cheng derangement syndrome on full display here

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slashingdisneypasta · 9 months

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You want old men thoughts?? Hmm.... Right now I can't think of much, but I'll give you the little things I got XD

- Imagine in the Norman and Inkubus imagine you made, it's actually Norman that gets you first. You two have an established relationship before Inkubus came along, and started trying to seduce you. You insist to Norman that this new guy is 'just a friend', but even blind he can see that this guy has no good intentions towards his little wife.

- Imagine that you were the one victim of the Fireflies that managed to escape, and now Otis is obsessed with 'finishing what he started' with you. At first, it was with the intention to kill, but he just can't stop thinking about you lately (I'm not sure how in character this is, but I hope you still enjoy it XD)

- Ok this isn't sexual, but imagine you and Jim share a bed together, and in the middle of the night, you at first feel your husband shaking. You look over your shoulder to see his still sleeping face, and it looks scared. Pained. And you hear him muttering... You know what he's dreaming about. It's the same dream he's had ever since that God forsaken poaching trip he went on that almost killed him.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy these imagines! ^^

OLD MEN-

Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus-

I loveee this prompt XDD Its like:

Y/N: *Introducing their husband and their nice new friend 'Klaus'* And like I said Norm, we're just goin' to the shops for a bit. Norman, getting bad vibes off of this... 'Klaus': I don't want you goin anywhere with him. Y/N: ... :D *w h a t... * Y/N: *Eyeroll* Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ Inkubus, who has been quiet up until that moment.: ... excuse me I'm what-

Y/N, explaining to Norman who's at the door (You're lovely new friend obviously XD ) and that you two are just going out shopping: Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ He doesn't have any weird intentions, don't be possessive. Norman: Hmm... I gues- Inkubus: *'Absentmindedly' tapping his foot on the porch outside- you cant hear it but Norman with his exceptional senses sure can. And why is it significant?... its Morse code for 'OH YES. I DO.' *

Otis B Driftwood x Reader-

Its totally in character!! I can absolutely see Otis being pissed and obsessing until, like, Baby mentions that she swears he has a crush~~ And he obviously curses at her and the fight because no way in hell does he have a fucken crush, but then when Baby skips off- he has an epiphany~ Like hm... (: Maybe I do have a thing on the slippery little fuck-cunt... Oh, heh heh, even better.

CUZ HE KNOWS, he KNOWS, being in a relationship with him is the worse sentence he could have ever dreamt up even on the purest of LSD.

Warnings; Capture, restraints, (Light) non-con touching/sexual assault and heavy allusions to rape. Just because I wrote this under your ask, does not mean you have to read it if you are uncomfortable. Technically all this can be sub-categorised under Otis' name, but I want to be clear XD My head goes to a darkkk place when I write Otis, okay? I'm sorry-

The old fucker's huge hand was tight over your mouth and nose as he leant in and grinned with dirty teeth at you. "... congrats, for what its worth. Its never taken me this long to find someone. Heheh, you're a good runner, gingerbread. Too bad you're not so good at hiding."

In responce you struggle once again against the restraints keeping you down on your knees; bare skin digging into the gravel parking lot beneath you. The tag ties around your wrists keep your arms stuck painfully behind your back as well as your ankles rubbing raw against each other.

"... lemme explain to you why you don't wanna fight me, alright?... " His hand squeezes you jaw, and you just wonder why he seems in such good spirits. The last time you saw him you were in the bed of a truck racing away from his crazy ass Texas chainsaw-style and he looked about ready to rip your throat out with his gross teeth. What changed? Why is he smiling, now? "... you see, uh... oh shit, I'm a little nervous!" there is not a single sign of nervousness in his eyes; Just a cruel amusement. "Okay, here we go- I like you." Immediately you try to struggle again but his other hand clamps around your arm and holds you still- and close. "Yeah. And well I usually don't take so well to, um... you know, little fucken bitches like you gettin' away... ehhhhh, I'm mellowing out in my old age, I guess. So! Here's the deal,

"I'll play nice. You know, I wont uh... hurt you, I guess. I promise, okay? Scouts honour, or whatever. But you... you gotta play nice too, k? You gotta... " Otis eyes flicker, moving purposefully from where they had been steadfast to yours for the past few minutes... down your body. The hand on your arm moves and ever so gently his knuckles graze against your chest. You jaw would drop if it wasn't restrained. You would shiver. You would hit him. With another creepy chuckle, Otis gives a grimy smirk to you. "You gotta be realll nice, to old Otis. Yeah?

"That's the only way yer gettin' outta this alive, sweet thing. Take it or leave it; its up to you. See? I'm nice!"

Jim Bickerman x Reader-

That's okay, it doesn't need to be sexual! We also love old men XD

We have had the comedy, we have had the horror... now we get the angst and the fluff XD Here we go-

You're slowly roused from sleep by the cold, Jim assumedly hogging the blanket (Though that's not a thing he does, he usually doesn't even care about the blanket) so you sit up turn your head to look down at him; And immediately you wince.

"Oh, no... "

With his good hand clamped over his own mouth and his skin looking pale, its obvious exactly what he's dreaming about. His eyebrows are furrowed in his sleep and the lines in his forehead and the bridge of his nose are deep, his breathing is haggard and you know it has to be a nightmare.

This has happened before, ever since that trip back to Blackwater you wish he hadn't taken, and every time seems even worse then the one before. And they change him; The bags under his eyes haven't ever been deeper then they are these days; at least not as long as you've known him.

The worst part is knowing you cant wake him up, you can just be useless there beside him wondering what he's seeing. What part of him the teeth are ripping apart this time. Whether he's getting out alive, this time.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you carefully peel his fingers off his mouth so he can breath properly, holding it tight in your own hand instead. And then you just sit there, in the dark (The only light in the room being what the moon creates, coming in through the window Jim broke a couple days ago.), squeezing his hand and hoping he'll wake up soon. That he'll wake up.

When finally he lurches up beside you, breathing heavily as he wakes up and crushing your fingers so hard his knuckles go white and so do yours, you just let him calm down on his own. Just hold his hand and try to give him space while not giving him space at all; wanting him to have room, but not wanting him to feel alone. You're right here and you're not going anywhere. You feel absolutely useless, but... you're not going anywhere.

A few heavy moments pass where he just breaths, and you just watch him with worry-filled eyes, until the pulse you can feel in his wrist returns to close-to-normal, and you give his hand one final, hard squeeze before letting it go. Instead you silently enfold enfold him in your arms, him immediately dissolving into you; wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder, slowly taking some more relaxed breaths.

"Heh... not a fan of those nightmares peanut but I gotta say I like the service I get afterwards."

"... are you okay?... "

"I'm fine." He always says he's fine, but fine would mean no more nightmares. Jim says that he's fine when he has shrapnel in his knuckles, Jim said he was fine the other day after he fell off the roof- you do not trust his fine, at all. Crazy bastard that he is; His 'fine' is completely without basis in reality.

"... you're fine?" You ask, an obviously-dubious look on your face as you lean back and tilt your head at him.

Jim smirks, something you can just see in the dim-lit room. "With my flask and possibly a little under-the-covers action sweetheart I could be better then fine." The smirk transforms into a whole grin and you cant help but roll your eyes; Grinning yourself a little, despite yourself.

He's nuts, but you kinda love him for it. "How about water, and some ice cream?"

Eyes hardening, Jim gives you a 'you cant fix my liver' kind of look. You're very familiar with it; It makes you want to laugh. "How about homebrew and ice cream?- and, also, where the hell are we gettin' this ice cream from missy?? I didn't think we had any more. Either you're makin' empty promises to an old cripple with ptsd or you've been holdin' out on me."

-oh damn. Quickly you let go of him and hop outta bed. "... uh... well no we dont have ice cream... not that you know of, anyway." Avoiding eye contact, you busy yourself collecting the half-empty cups of water off of both of your night stands. "So you- uh- wanted moonshine?? Great, sounds fantastic, lets go- "

He's not to be deterred, an amused glint in his eye as he watches you. "Where are you keeping this ice cream, dumpling? I know theirs none in our freezer."

"Uhhhm... "

"Hmm?"

"... fine I have a secret mini freezer in the back. You kept stealing my Ben & Jerries, I had no other choice! Now, do you want some or not? Because if not, I'll just go eat it myself!" With that, you grab a discarded flannel off the floor for the chill and rush out of the bedroom- but its not long before you hear the sound of his prosthetic leg hit the ground.

... Its not long later after that when Jim has you backed up against the cold brick wall just outside the back door; Leant in close and with one hand and one hook on your waist. As well as a devils look in his eye that makes you grin under its scrutiny.

"I believe we made a vow, sweetheart, somethin' like what's mine is yours??... "

#I LOVE ALL THESE PROMPTS/IMAGINES THANK YOU SO MUCH!#these were so fun too XD #i hope you like them!! ^^#Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus #Inkubus x Reader x Norman Nordstrom #Norman Nordstrom x Reader #Inkubus x Reader #Otis B Driftwood x Reader #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Drabble #Excerpt #Incorrct Quote #IQs #Incorrect Quotes

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amethystfairy1 · 4 months

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Hi I just read all of traveling thieves and it was so so good! Perfect mix of angst and comfort, it hurts so well :) I'm so excited to see where it goes next

I love how pearl and gem are vibing assassinating people together, they really are just girlbossing their way around

also gems sword is really cool

Gem getting bloodthirsty over the missing payment and then the guy offers pearl and she's like fine. I could use a companion I guess. But I will remember this. And then said companion helps her Kill and she's having fun and they're having a good time scandalizing people about an avian acting like a normal person but they can't do anything about bc that's The Slayer, you can't just FIGHT her about it she's got a broadsword dripping with enchants that she wields like it's nothing, and suddenly, oh, when was the last time gem had a friendship like this?

And tango and zed! Tango my beloved, poor guy he's doing his best, zed is also doing his best, and zed just running up to him and interviewing him excitedly and tango just being like 'uh. this is happening I guess' as their first meeting? Love it

Also zed flexing his master-smith seal to get them places and also just going 'i do what I want, YOU depend on ME' when he confronts heath about the water incident? 10/10

I'm also excited to see how Scott and Jimmy are doing, maybe he wants to be a free bird!!! I also love the narrative of Scott gets captured, he's in this new place and he immediately goes up to sit next to the only guy in the yard sitting alone, and he tries to escape and his new friend with the gold wings helps and then tries to tell him not to do that bc it'll just make it worse on him and Scott goes fine. I'll do it myself. and he DOES it and Jimmy goes well hell. Alright I'm going with him

And everything happening at the swagon? Oh my god?? Love me some misunderstanding hurt/comfort

Like at the beginning, grians still new to this whole situation with people being Nice to him, mumbo and scar are animatedly discussing a plan and grians in the corner just. Stressing. And now he's gotten more used to this and he's laughing (with bird noises!) and flying and quipping and committing petty revenge on mumbo lol and then something happens and he's Stressing again bc it's only been A Month

I was SO SURE I connected some dots bc of the 'between two books, right where he always left it' plus mumbo putting stuff back after grian hits the bookshelf plus how attached grian is to it (I am Looking at how he's described as treating it like glass Twice) that the going flying paper was going to go missing but apparently I have not connected the dots lol

I also love how grians tiny and then scar and mumbo are So Much Taller than him lol

In conclusion: I think I went a bit feral writing this but I really enjoyed the fic 👍 :)

Oh my goodness, thank you thank you!

I cannot tell you how happy receiving something like this makes me! All the details and thoughts! I love seeing someones thoughts about my AU like this for all the different groups going around! I'm glad the angst and comfort balance out for you, I know it's a dark fantasy AU but I also want it to have that sort of warm fuzzy edge to it, like everyone is being taken care of now, even if things were bad in the past.

Zed is 100% the BEST he knows what he is WORTH my boy look at him go I love him. Tiny tiny birb Grian! He's so sweet and traumatized poor lil guy 😭

Pearl and Gem are MENANCES they are TERRORS and I love them! Yes, yes, Pearl has had a bit more time to get more comfortable with Gem, and her experience navigating the system has also left her less shattered than Jimmy or Grian, for reasons that have been mentioned and will also later be explored in more detail.

Thank you so much for your wonderful words and for sharing them!!! 💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #worldbuilding #traveling thieves au #life series #empires smp #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #grian #zedaph #tango tek #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #geminislay

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deans-baby-momma · 6 months

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Secrets & Desires- Part 1

A/N: Please let me know what you think! Reblogs and likes are nice but feedback is better.

Sam has been keeping a secret from Dean. For a while now - it’s killing him but he doesn’t know how to explain it to his older brother. How do you tell someone you’ve looked up to your whole life that you’ve finally found someone who gets you; who has the same sexual energy, desires and fetishes? And that she’s older.

Dean would probably not bat an eye, even be proud of his little brother for a moment. Until he found out who Sam has been sneaking around with. And it all started with one little phrase during a case.

2012

“Do I have to use my ‘mom voice’?”

Jody Mills was not someone Sam ever thought of in a sexual way. She was a friend, a fellow hunter but when he returned to the first floor after finding Dean’s note and the sheriff actually used her ‘mom voice’ on him, it did something to him.

Sam wasn’t going to pursue it. He thought she was just being a caretaker, looking out for him because she saw how exhausted he was……and maybe she was but even after they retrieved Dean and went their separate ways, Sam couldn’t get the image of Jody being Mommy for him.

When Crowley almost took Jody’s life in a bid to get the Winchesters to stop trying to close the gates of Hell, Sam decided it was now or never. He was going to make a move, but before that could happen, the trials almost claimed his life.

The next time they met up for a case, Sam could barely look at Jody. The dreams that his imagination had conjured up left him wound up about the woman who’d lost almost everything. And when Sam and Dean signed the chastity vow, he figured he probably needed to just forget everything.

Until Jody said something when they figured out Dean was boning the chastity group’s counselor, Suzy, a reformed porn star.

“I’d like to whip his tail for thinking with his dick instead of his brain during a case!”

Sam couldn’t stand it anymore. So as they stood in the remnants of Dean and Suzy’s abduction, Sam pulled Jody to him and kissed her soundly before uttering, “You can spank me anytime, Mommy.”

"Sam?" Jody says incredulously, making Sam want to shrink into oblivion. Had he read the situation all wrong? Was the vibe she was emitting completely innocent and he just made a giant mistake?

"Oh god Jody," he begins pulling away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Sam Winchester!" Jody scolds, shutting the tall hunter up. She wraps her arms around his waist and places her hands on his ass. "I would love to use my crop on this ass," she tells him with a quick squeeze. "Fuck, I bet you could bounce a nickel off that."

Sam feels himself blush at her observation. But he mentally pats himself on the back because he had been correct, she was into the whole Mommy kink - or at least ready to give it a go. He smiles as he plants his hands on her cheeks and leans down and captures her lips again.

Jody wastes no time allowing him entrance between her lips. She had been attracted to Sam for years. He just exuded confidence and security and she had thought she sensed a bit of a kinky side to him once or twice.

Now she knew what he was into, she had no problems being that for him. She couldn't wait to see the big, strong, brave hunter become submissive and complacent in her bed.

The kiss seemed to become a battle for dominance but Jody knew just what to do to gain the upper hand. She slid her hands down Sam's back and once again cupped his buttocks before lifting her right hand and landing a solid smack on his left cheek.

Sam moaned into her mouth, giving her the advantage to take control. Once air became a necessity, the two pulled apart and Jody looked up at him through her lashes. "There's more where that came from," she teased.

Sam opened his mouth to respond but with an inhale, he got a slight whiff of Dean's cologne and remembered the case.

"As much as I want to continue this," he said remorsefully. "We need to find my brother."

Jody nods and steps out of the embrace, but not before locking Sam in a commanding look "Once we find Dean, you come to my room and get your comeuppance. You understand Mister?"

Sam's dick twitched in his jeans at the assertiveness. The authority in her voice made him want to obey, like a good little boy.

"Yes ma'am."

Once they discovered the monster, a Roman goddess named Vesta that was kidnapping and killing virgins, the hunter and the sheriff learned that the only way to kill it was oak stained in virgin blood. They also learned from a staticky and short phone call from Dean that he and the others were being held at an old farm near train tracks.

With an oak stake dipped in the blood of one of the chastity group members, they arrive at the farm and hunt for the goddess and her victims.

In a bid to save Dean and the others, along with Sam who was knocked unconscious, Jody goes up against the monster - getting stabbed herself.

Still, she used what strength she had left to kill Vesta and save them all. Jody Mills wasn't going to have more deaths on her conscience, especially that of her friends and possible future lover.

Only that would have to hold off, as she herself was too injured to participate in those types of events.

While Dean was off checking on Suzy and the others, Jody and Sam concluded that as soon as she healed, she would call him.

"I'd tell you boys to stay out of trouble," Jody says later in the Winchester's motel room, looking from one to the other. "But what's the point?"

Dean hugs her and thanks her for bailing him out. She hugs Sam and then takes the bag he hands her. She glances at Dean to see he has turned his back on them so she whispers, "I'll call you. Be a good boy."

Sam subtly nods and is rewarded with a wink and an air kiss. He watches as Jody walks out the door.

@spnbaby-67 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @supraveng @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @deanwithscissors @raisinggray @fanfic-n-tabulous @hobby27 @stoneyggirl2 @purpleeclipseeggsland @kmc1989 @leigh70 @crownoflillies1

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Thoughts on Frozen Pines by Lord Huron being RR!Tim’s theme song?

I’ve been obsessed with this song for a few months and only really realized how well it goes with Red Robin. At least some of the lyrics, I’m not smart enough to connect everything 😭

Obv the vibe doesn’t fit him, but the words??

“And I look up to the sky / And I know you’re still alive”

“On the night you disappeared, oh if I had seen it clear / but a strange light in the sky / was shining bright into my eyes”

“Oh I don’t want to be the only one living / when all of my friends are gone”

Thank you for the song rec! It's been added to one of my playlists ^^

I do really like the lyrics and how they could connect to Tim's RR run. Not sure if you were asking for a song analysis, but that's what this is going to be :)

The song analysis is not by what the song intended, but just how it can fit Tim.

"Deep into the night with the moonlight as my guide, I go wander through the pines and make my way to nature's shrine."

When the song references pines, mountainside, and more location imagery, I'm taking it to mean a reflection of Tim's mind. He's alone, in the woods, at night. Moonlight, Bruce, guides him.

Nature shrines are typically stone structures thought to hold gods, spirits or "their statues, symbols, holy objects, or relics are enshrined." At least that's what Google says. I think that perfectly fits the cave Tim travels to that finally proves, without doubt, that Bruce is alive. Bruce, in this, would be Tim's guiding spirit and the shrine holds the relic of his mentor.

"And I look up to the sky, and I know you're still alive. But I wonder where you are. I call your name into the dark."

Throughout RR, Tim talks a ton about Bruce. He misses him and wants him home. I think these lyrics would capture the scene where Tim, after defeating Ra's and being pushed out a window, says he knows Bruce will proud of him.

"I wake up in the morning, oh, and I don't know where I've been. All alone on a mountainside, and I'm huddled in the wind."

Imagine this as him waking up after Dicm caught him. He thought he was going to die but didn't. I bet Tim is trauma repressing his RR run. He was alone, with no support, as he desperately tried to protect himself against the "wind." He wanted his dad and crossed many lines for that end.

"And it feels like I've been away for an era, but nothing has changed at all."

Tim changed. He went through absolute hell for his end, and he returns to Gotham being the same as always.

"And it feels like I've been with you, oh, but what did we do, and where have you gone?"

Bruce, though the signs he left behind, was "there" with Tim, but not really. Tim crossed lines he never would have if Bruce hadn't left.

"On the night you disappeared, oh, if I had seen it clear, but a strange light in the sky was shining right into my eyes."

Tim probably wishes he could've stopped Bruce from disappearing. He probably wishes he could have seen the signs. Yet, he wasn't there for that battle. He had his own responsibilities, Gotham (and the Bat signal being the light), that distracted him.

"There was no one else in sight. Just the endless frozen pines, but I wonder all they know. 'Cause they don't die and they don't grow."

Tim was alone (pretty much) for his RR run. You can tie the pines to Ra's with this line, or you could use it as symbolic references to Tim's mental state. Tim, alone, in nature. The pines, perhaps the impressions of his mentor, are endless. Yet, he's not done learning from Bruce. He's stuck with what he has of Bruce until he saves his mentor.

"I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where. I will wait in the night until you decide to take me there. 'Cause I know I don't wanna stay here forever. It's time to be movin' on."

Tim is following the signs Bruce leaves behind. He is willing to tank his reputation (not really his fault) and relationships for this end. He doesn't want to be without his dad. If that means giving up Robin, that's what he will do.

"Oh, I don't want to be the only one living. When all of my friends are gone, I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines. I'm gonna find a way through. There's another life beyond the line."

Tim has lost so many people. Does he have to lose his second dad as well? He doesn't want to be alone. He'll wait for Bruce to return, but he'll go through the pines to get there. Bruce will need to meet him there, but his dad is there. His dad will meet him if Tim is able to save him.

Anyways, I didn't flesh out the pines metaphor enough, but hopefully that covers it. I'm sure my previous lit teacher would be ashamed of me, lol. This was a lot of fun!!! Thanks for the thought and song ^^

#dc comics #dc universe #tim drake #dc red robin #thank you for the ask!!!!

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The Good Witch Thoughts

When I first heard the album I remember thinking there aren’t enough sad songs on here and then I entered a depressive spiral and HA I WAS WRONG (Sidenote i hate tumblr formatting)

1 - The Good Witch

Like the vibe

“Still upset but I now I’m twenty-two” - I'm a sucker for an age lyric - especially the parallel with You Signed Up For This (“I am twenty and probably upset right now”) and the fact that it’s the titular song again

“Still bitter” - Reference to Details (love of my life <3), Reference to I’m Trying (Not Friends)

“The calm before the storm comes rushing through” - Harmony v pretty (around 30 secs)

“Still King’s Cross and pullin’ heartbreak out of hats”- Love the reference to King’s Cross, her London references makes it feel so grounded and especially again it being a place in London I travel through it makes it feel like a new album and a specific album to me (still King’s Cross for a tiny little while longer). Also relating to Elvis song (“last train on the Northern line”) always moving through London, experiences anchored in London geography. Also love the ramping up of the music here

“Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad” - The pace on this line really shows the suppressing stuff lol

“Am I better yet?” - Change from You Signed Up For This “I know I’ll get better/I’m just not better yet" Questioning it now like I know I’ve changed but is it better? Am I at the point I want to be??

Instrumental outro and talking hurts my heart a bit? Very 3 am fucked up in a club

Fave lyric: “Still miss you, but I know now it’ll pass/Found some other muses, I give ‘em all my best”

2 - Coming of Age

Oohhh very Club vibe

“Couldn’t erase you like a tattoo on my waistline” - Really like this, tattoo is LESS permanent than your mark, really hits

Really vibey chorus

“I let you butcher my big heart” - So graphic and so ?? Beautiful

Ngl this is all slapping so far

Fave lyric: “Baby I am the Iliad of course you couldn’t read me” (!!!!)

3 - Watch

Oh no is this one gonna hurt

“Nobody actually happy and healthy/has ever felt so desperate to prove it” - OOF

Yep I was right hurts my heart but a bop

“You’re being a superstar and all I got are victim cards” - This reads like being on the other side of Sk8r Boi by Avril Lavigne

“For a girl who’s a remix of me” - So interesting because a remix isn’t necessarily *better* it’s just *different*, like it mixes up all the components into something he likes more but it isn’t objectively more appealing and that’s such a refreshing take

Fave lyric: “I don’t think I wanna get better" - YSUFT reference, love the thread of getting better

4 - Body Better

A BOP

And really hurts

I am a sucker for happy sounding songs with fucked up lyrics

Music is so personal for me and this one is such a reclamation even though it’s so sad

“obedient blue eyes” - This line is AMAZING. The pauses. The lyricism. The casualness. *chefs kiss*

Such a good single choice bc it’s such an easy listen but so brutal so captures heartbreak and bops and also u wanna listen over and over

“Tell me just one more lie” - Come on just use your shitty lies to save my dignity this once instead of ripping it to shreds

Fave lyric: “When you touched it were you sorry like you weren’t at the time”, “The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out” or “Do you love her/when you’re twisting up all her sheets do you suffer”

5 - Want You Back

Oh no

Pretty humming

“The darling of your passenger side” - ooof such a beautiful gentle encapsulation of such a classic theme

The piano in the chorus might make me cry

Oh god this is so raw and such a strong heartbreak song

“I must go out with a stranger and kiss him to get stronger” - oh god that feels like every experience of trying to get over someone and I just can’t do it and ow. It's the epitome of get under someone to get over someone but at the same time you don’t want to because you want them back and you should want to be fine alone but you just c a n ‘ t

I can tell this is gonna be a strong fave

Fave lyric: - “What was cheap to you, to me, was all I had”, “But baby, when you touch her, I bet she doesn’t flinch” or “So you gotta be coward and I salvaged a little self-respect" - This hurts so bad like if it was your friend you’d be screaming VALUE YOURSELF MORE but because it’s you, you just want back what you had

6 - The Band and I

“Came a boy and left a man” - love love it

So specific but also just feels like every friendship group I’ve ever had

It feels like laughing til you cry and your stomach hurts and being up at 3am dancing and deep chats and crying together and every little thing

“Haven’t thought of home twice” - feels like a hectic Cambridge time or any second and third week somewhere new when you’ve started to settle and everything is new and fun and you’re flying and you don’t wanna lose it

Fave lyric: “I'm twenty-one and I feel evergreen” - The way she sings this is so wistful, or “It was falling in love/in a gas station/by the pickup trucks” - Love the juxtaposition, love in the weirdest and most unexpected places

7 - You're Just a Boy (and I'm Kinda the Man)

“You’re kind of awful but you’re not awful on purpose” - Ugh you suck but you’re not even aware so it’s better and worse because how can I blame you but also how can you not know??

“I’m on a one way trip to take over the world/you could’ve come but your head’s in the sand” - Usually head in the sand is to avoid something shitty so it’s interesting to have it like this, like you’re so determined to ignore flaws that you miss all the joy

“But you pushed me out quicker than it took me to put my jeans on” - Oof that hit and feels like such shame but suddenly you’re like no if you’re not feeling like you’re the luckiest damn person then I’m gonna keep on going and you’ll see what you lost

Fave lyric: “I take in clowns like a one-woman circus” or “Goodbye from the bigger man" - Reference to I’m Trying (Not Friends)

8 - Lost the Breakup

“Didn’t say it in those words but I know how your tone works” - Like okay yeah you can hide behind what you said but we both know what you meant

Another bop

Validating

The whole chorus damn

The repression and everything

"Right now I might be a mess" - accepting being fucked up and broken

This, Coming of Age and You’re Just A Boy (And I’m Kinda The Man) have been such a u know I’m gonna be fine and ur heartbreak will come when u see me thrive

Such a vibe and such knowledge of ur worth

I love the dancing up but it’s such a revenge fantasy of mine like esp mid transition it was such a it gonna see me and not recognise me and want me and I’m not gonna care because I moved on and grew for me and I’m mine and you can’t have me

Fave lyric: “So, I'm feeling and I'm dealing/With the heart you broke/While you do press-ups and repress us/And take off her clothes, oh” - Okay yeah you pretend u don’t care and get over me with someone else, I’ll be here actually processing it and actually getting ready to move on

9 - Wendy

Oooh not what I expected

I’m such a damn sucker for literary refs (this, wonderland, cardigan, the classical references in Coming Of Age and History of Man)

“You’re evasive on the phone til you’re sorry on the floor” - oh holy FUCK

“We could live off of magic and maybes” - that’s so pretty

Like the second chorus changing to add “So I'll lock the window and turn on the AC/You'll throw your rocks and you'll scream that you hate me/But it gets old being forever twenty” - YES like being forever young for a man is not worth it

“What about my wings” - The way she sings this is *chefs kiss*

“It’s a life I could have, I know“ - but I am worth MORE and I know it YES

“If I’m not careful I’ll wake up and we’ll be married” - We’ll be married and I’ll be terrified and it’s so easy to be caught up in you

big fave ugh

Fave lyric: “Behind every lost boy is always a wendy” or “what about my wings? What about Wendy?”

10 - Run

“I’ve heard some things that I will leave unrepeated" - ooooh

Oh my god the chorus is beautiful and Such a bop I want to dance to it in a club

I love that it’s just like fuck it no this is not gonna go well

Like it’s very if it’s a bad sign the get out but also even if it’s a good sign get out lol

Fave

Fave lyric: “Run as fast as you can/take a quick sharp turn at the sight of a man”

11 - Two Weeks Ago

Such a heartbreaker

“I wish we kissed when we first wanted” - We wasted so much time worrying about fucking things up and guess what they’re fucked anyway

Smart last single bc too deep for early single but something to hold onto

“A friend drove me/’cause you couldn’t do” - such a beautiful painting of the devastation of a breakup when you’re both broken, feels like good enough if it were mutual

“God I loved you babe did I tell you that?” - So sad second guessing yourself. also the harmonies here Kill me

Fave lyric: “I wish when we went to the beach that day/We’d taken more pictures/I’d been more brave" - I wish I had something tangible to hold onto but instead all I have are my faulty memories and I’ll be second guessing them for the rest of my life

“That last kiss/I didn’t look at you/but I wish I did” - If I’d known it was the last one I would’ve savoured it but I thought I had more to come but also some part of me must have known or I would’ve looked at you

12 - BSC

Not hearing a lot of lyrics on first listen ngl

“It wrecked my organs so pour the gin” - love it like you’ve already broken my heart so why not break the rest of me

Okay now I’m catching the lyrics I love them

Especially just full on committing to the image of being crazy and the lyrics and writing out ooooooh

Also all the swearing and just saying fuck this

Fave lyric: “Mister ‘I don’t want a label’/You made me little miss unstable” - Okay so you don’t want to be called something you’re not but nor do I and YOU did this to me. Obvious Mr Perfectly Fine link but also gives me illicit affairs vibe (Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"/Look at this idiotic fool that you made me”)

13 - Therapy

Oh my GOD this is so funny and so good

Such a bop

“Oh Lord I’m going back to therapy” - Ooooof. Feels like okay you fucked me up but at least I’m self-aware - when are you gonna go to therapy bro? But also oh GOD I thought I’d changed but now you’re gone I’m exactly how I was

„Broke me like a curse“ - ooh like the subversion of breaking a curse here, like breaking a curse is usually a good thing and he’ll probably try to spin it like that but there’s no spin that can make that true

Fave lyric: “So, how come you’re taking me from your arms/back to therapy?”

14 - There It Goes

“I'm back in London, I'm running down Columbia Road” - Again, love the specific locations, feels so grounded and concrete

Ngl so far I feel like we’re missing some longer ones so I’m happy about this one being longer and I like the sad ish bop

“I made it to September” - oh man that feels like a real okay fine I’ve made it to the next year lets go again. But also like yeah fuck I reached this milestone I didn’t like I would and now this date is passed I don’t feel so broken

Fuck me I really like that this whole album is heartbreak but catharsis. Like want you back, this and watch are all sad but all elements of something

“I’m young but I am aging” - I love that so much. Like yeah I’m young but I am getting older, I’m changing and growing and I’ll look back at this one day and laugh, I’m gonna make the most of being young but I’m not gonna be terrified of losing my youth

“I felt so far from the cliffs” - Like u know what people can love me and be proud of me and want to show me off

“The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that/I should’ve just known when to quit” - YES!! Don’t be ashamed of loving someone but you can be sad for not calling it quits soon enough

Also I love the way she sings it

Fave lyric: “The love we had was covered in snow” - Like Love Him I Don’t (“comin’ up roses/kickin’ up snow”), “The love we had was eatin’ me whole” - I had to rip myself away from that or “The loss is yours” - It feels so final and so confident

15 - History of Man

Oh the opening lines they’re haunting and beautiful also I love songs that reference Jericho

“Tale as old as honey” - Sweet and ancient

“I tried to rewrite it but I can’t” - She keeps saying she’s the writer but some things you just can’t change

“You walked out, oh/without sweating” - It wasn’t even fucking hard for you to leave, to run away from us, to leave me in the dust and rubble

“I’ve seen it in the poems, in the sands” - In the sands of time, in the poems of the ancients, this isn’t new, this will all happen again

The storytelling and the distance?? Love it

“I would’ve made him weaker too” - Redemption and vindication (I beg u Maisie write a song referencing Medea). The way she sings it is so pretty!

It’s so unspecific but so resonant

“Women’s hearts are lethal weapons/Did you hold mine and feel threatened?” - Were you scared of what me loving you meant? Were you scared of opening your heart and being vulnerable?

"Hear my lyrics taste my venom" - this is such a thesis statement for the album

Beautiful album closer and think it will be a fave

Fave lyric: “Men start wars yet Troy hates Helen/womens’ hearts are lethal weapons”

#mp2 #my writing #creative writing #tgw #the good witch #maisie peters the good witch #my thoughts on music #music #maisie peters #maisie peters lyrics #album review #album reaction

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OC in 15

Thanks so much for the tag @surroundedbypearls! Logan sounds like a fun chap!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

Continuing into hell to edit and after I made this post about Nora, I wanted to focus on her some more!

“Holy shit! Bitch! I was beginning to get worried!” A hoarse voice yelled at me down the phone. “I know you said not to panic until a week had passed, but, girl, when I saw you go off with that guy and the state you were in...shit! Are you okay?”

“Where are you? I’m coming to you. This is going to be such a scoop! Jared is going to shit himself when he finds out!”

“A scoop! A first for Nora Ling! I can almost feel the Pulitzer in my hands! How do I look?”

“With me, is Deputy, uh, Deputy Ward of the Sheriff’s Office,” Nora quickly recovered. In her eagerness to land her scoop, she’d not gotten Ted’s name, so had to quickly squint at his name badge. “Deputy, can you confirm the rumours that you’ve found Amy?”

“But when I ran the plates a couple of days later, it wasn’t a cab. The car had been reported as stolen from a local resident in Luna,” Nora came up and slung an arm around my shoulder. “But the plates didn’t match the car listed on the DMV. So, chop shop, right? I went to the police in Albuquerque, but got poo-pooed. They wouldn’t even take a witness statement from me. So, I went to my boss at the paper, and he basically told me to go and take some photos at the dog fair.”

“Fuck!” Nora had finished her call. “Fuck! Fucking Courtnee Fucking St. Claire-James. Fuck. That fuck-face Jared, has taken the story, that I broke, from me, and is sending in Courtnee St.Claire-James to take over. Because she has ‘better screen quality and gravitas’. Fuck!”

“I can dream. Just a ‘Nora Ling who broke the story’, you know? My scoop! My five minutes of fame, and introduction to investigative journalism. But Jared just erased me with a wave of his hand, and now Courtnee St. Claire-James is getting all the credit. Ugh!”

“We’ll be there,” Nora had turned her attention back to the conversation. “Courtnee just posted that she can’t get anyone to comment from the Sheriff’s Department. I can’t imagine her face when I waltz in and get a quote from Sheriff Harris himself,” she smiled slyly, and also helped herself to one of my pancakes, having polished off her own.

Nora watched him leave, and closed her laptop when she saw one of the photojournalist’s staring at her. She gave him the stink eye. “Yeah, that’s right buddy. The scoop was mine!” [...]“It’s a dog eat dog world in journalism. If you think none of them would push me into oncoming traffic for a chance to get inside the Sheriff’s Office, then you’re more naive than I thought.”

“You know, she’s only the face of the Independent Chronicle’s social media department because her dad owns the paper, and paid for her boob job.”[...]“Of course! I’d kill to have those connections, and I’d rinse the hell out of them. Do you know how far ahead of my career I’d be if my dad owned a newspaper, or news channel? Why? Why did Ju-Long Ling have to be a dentist?!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Nora sounded as if she was screaming. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I have so much to tell you, but first; I need the deets. Tell me everything. Fill me in. I have five million followers who need to know!”

“I’ve...uh...I’ve stolen a copy of the letter. It was just lying out. I took a quick snap when the forensics guy put it down to fill in paperwork. Does that count as interfering with a crime scene?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Nora waved me away. “I’ve got releases for them. I’m not a monster. I have ethics, y’know.”

(On meeting Avery) “You know who I am!” Nora looked like she might faint with happiness. “I was at one of your parties that you threw at Samson’s in twenty-eighteen. It was the best night of my life”

“I’m never drinking again,” she croaked. “Why are all the phones ringing at once?”[...]“I don’t understand how they are still upright,” Nora groaned. “Words in my head are too loud. I’m going to be silent forever.” [...]“Some booze,” Nora looked green. “You were behind the bar, pouring cups of tequila into the basin.”

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do u ever think about the way olivia rodrigo invented music

just kidding i know the emotions she sings about have existed since the beginning of time but im just now realizing that if i was born in the taylor swift era i would 100% be a swiftie bc i was thinking abt olivia rodrigo’s music the other day and unironically had the thought “wow she literally invented having emotions” before i managed to catch myself. but honestly i think it’s crazy how accurately she captures all these feelings of insecurity and heartbreak (and now joy!) so perfectly!!

“lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” seem so similar on the surface, but i feel like lacy is more of a gradual realization that no matter what u do—or how ur actually perceived—you will never feel as feminine as u want to. there will always be people (aka Lacy) who are gonna be effortlessly elegant and beautiful and feminine and feeling jealous of that is so fuckin stupid but that doesn’t stop u from caring. and then i like “pretty isn’t pretty” bc i feel like that’s the aftermath of Lacy. idk the part abt her trying every shade of lipstick really hit bc when i was first experimenting w makeup i remember feeling so insecure that none of them seemed “my” color. also i really like the gradual buildup of “it’s in my phone/head/magazines/the boys i bring to bed” bc i feel like that describes the pipeline so well

anyway now let’s get into the new songs she released. i’m actually not sure if they’re new bc when i searched it up after it popped up on my spotify google said she released this back in 2023? so idk. but her youtube channel literally has this all released within the last few days. but my favorite thing about these songs is how im in the same era she’s in rn. that happened to me with “sour” and “guts” reopened a lot of those old wounds, so i absolutely love the healing theme (? i know that’s not the right word but it’s hard to think rn) this album has. let’s start off with obsessed since that popped up for me first

obsessed? yeah, obsessed with this fucking song. seriously. “if you knew how much i thought about her you’d think i was in love” already starting off on a banger. also i watched the mv and i loved it. this song literally couldn’t have came at a more perfect time, yall ever just randomly remember that ur s/o has dated ppl that aren’t u before? chilling realization, really

scared of my guitar? “i can’t lie to it the same way i like to you”? “i lay in your arms and pretend that it’s love”? “i’d rather be tied to someone even if they’re wrong”? oh my god. i was literally thinking about this the other day. like, being in a relationship bc u want to be or if it’s bc you’re scared of being by yourself. and i also like the fact that it’s insinuating that the other person is the better half. bc sometimes it does feel like literally just loving someone when you struggle so much with the thoughts i mentioned is just the same as stringing them along. but then also i think it’s nice to pretend you’re in love bc obviously at the beginning of a relationship you have no idea if it’s ever going to go that far, so i think we often fall in love with the idea of being loved. which sounds a bit corny when i put it like that, but scared of my guitar made *me* feel like a tortured poet bc i used to be like “im chill ! :o)” and then open up ao3 and write a billy taupe/lucy gray story like girl…. that’s not the same as olivia rodrigo being folksy and cute

speaking of being folksy and cute, “girl i’ve always been” is so folksy and cute! i literally hate country music so fucking much (i’m sorry… one time this guy in hs played God’s Country in front of the class for a presentation and he stood there kinda ominously so ever since then i’ve kinda hated it) but this song was nice i liked it! i like the confidence it exudes, someone already mentioned this in the comments but it really is giving off lucy gray vibes, especially “with venom on my tongue u ask me who i’ve become” like okayyy someone needs to write a billy taupe/ lucy gray inspired story abt that line immediately. i don’t really have much more to say since this one was the one i found the least personally relatable, but i love the sassiness of it all!!

stranger. this one was a FUCKING banger, this was the sort of era i was in when guts released so im so glad miss olivia rodrigo could put the feeling of realizing u don’t *need* someone u thought u literally couldn’t live without into words. “i always thought it was some comforting lie ppl told” literally. also the call back to “enough for you” by saying “if im not enough for you then you’re not enough for me either” :,). i think growing up is quite nice

so american. fav! <3 <3 <3. “he’s like a poem i wish i wrote” hands down my favorite lyric fucking ever. i LOVE this song. like i said with “lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” bleeding into each other, i think the same applies w this song and “scared of my guitar.” like after u get over ur fear of ur guitar u realize that ur so american and suddenly wanting to get married and be in love doesn’t seem so selfish anymore. i really, really love this song (if i haven’t already mentioned that)

sorry, i know this was a long post! stranger had me bursting into tears so i told Boyfriend i needed to write in my “notes app” abt it so everyone say hi Boyfriend. but seriously im feeling so american rn i literally was like “leave me alone and don’t touch me im feeling explosively emotional” and he was like ok! here’s some fruit. and then now im writing on my phone about songs i love. like is there any better feeling??

#i wrote all that and realized it’s not a new album it’s literally guts extended 😭😭#so little did i know me and her albums have always been in the same era #but seriously i love olivia rodrigo’s music so fucking much #i hope i get to see her in concert someday that would be so cool #anyway olivia rodrigo fans what did we think abt the songs #long post #dear diary

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