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Professor Venomous, the Hot Mess in a Lab Coat
Note: If you haven't seen the entirety of O.K. K.O., please save this until after you've seen all the episodes. Even if the PV twists are obvious, he's a HUGE part of the ending and an important part of K.O.'s character arc.
POINT's origin in show starts when Silver Spark, El Bow, and Rippy Roo officially join the main team as junior members. Laserblast and Silver Spark immediately take a liking to each other and Laserblast comes up with convenient excuses for alone time with Silver. From what little there is of them on-screen, Silver is absolutely infatuated with Laser, partly because of his flashy attitude, his years of experience, the air of mystery around him, and definitely the confidence. These two were in the early, honeymoon phase of their relationship. El Bow's graphic daydream involving the weird sucker French kiss sequence tells the whole story: If these two weren't working, they were doing other things. Very often and very enthusiastically.
Besides tonsil hockey with Silver, Laserblast has a series of questionable projects he's been working on in a secret sandwich shop lair. Dr. Greyman, the brains behind POINT, discovered two of Laser's mysterious orbs and the consensus was "these were made by villains." When Laser suggests using them to stop bad guys, Greyman immediately shoots him down, citing that they're too dangerous for anyone to use. Greyman accidentally sets off one of the orbs and loses all of his powers. The new mission is find and apprehend the perpetrator. Laser prioritizes covering up his lair and experiments; he's more concerned about his image and standing than the well-being of his teammate.
When he goes with Silver and El Bow to scope out the sandwich shop, he insists on going first and alone. He puts on a show about how brave he is and promises Silver he'll be back. Then Laser enters the sandwich shop/lair and "disappears" into a blackhole. Silver is heartbroken and devastated. She blames El Bow for keeping her from potentially making it in time for that small possible window of opportunity to save Laser. This causes a rift in their friendship for years after. POINT unceremoniously drops El Bow and plants him as solely responsible for Laser's "death." After that, El Bow slowly finds new meaning and actualization as Mr. Gar; it's so painful for him to think about his past, he prefers to consider El Bow as dead as Laserblast is. Even after Carol has made peace with losing Laser, Mr. Gar is wracked with guilt and grief. He still blames himself and puts up a wall between himself and Carol despite her attempts to reach out or reconnect for a long time. In a nutshell, Carol becomes more emotionally mature, patient, and empathetic with time and introspection. She understands the importance of open, honest communication and that's what repairs, even strengthens, her relationship with Mr. Gar once he actually talks to her.
Laser made it out of the sandwich shop in time to avoid the blackhole and hides in a nearby storm drain. The evidence that he's responsible for the spheres is gone, but he hears Silver say "he wasn't powerful enough to get out." That comment is enough to seriously wound Laser's ego. He retreats, ashamed and feeling small and vulnerable. He's lost his powers. In his mind, he's nothing without his powers. He's too insecure to face Silver Spark or anybody else. The idea of her being more powerful; that she'd potentially push him out of the way or underestimate his abilities is something he can't bear. So, he starts desperately experimenting on himself and trying to regain his powers. He's connected so much of his self worth to how powerful he was that he doesn't know who he is without special powers. Until he can "regain his former glory," he refuses to return to POINT or his former life. And he doesn't trust Silver or anyone else enough to be vulnerable or weak in any way around them.
In a way, Laser's reaction to Silver can be roughly approximated to how toxic masculinity can affect how a man views himself. Men are supposed to be strong providers. They can't show any weakness. They're the the master; the cornerstone of the financial health and overall lifeblood of the household. When a man ties his all of his value to a specific personal trait, like how much money he makes or how strong he is, it's a threat when his partner makes more money than him or she's more proficient than him at "his thing." This single trait is such an important piece of his personhood that it pretty much is him. It's difficult to extricate that piece and figure out a healthier approach to who he is outside of that one trait. And he's not going to talk to his partner when she seems more like a rival than a friend.
For all intents and purposes, Laserblast- at least the idea of who Laserblast might have been-died. He becomes Professor Venomous; a respected, renowned villain that's a threat because of his scientific prowess and powerful because of what status and money he gains as a result. He's more satisfied and satiated as a villain than he ever was as a hero. The ideas that POINT balked at are celebrated and encouraged by his fellow villains. It's liberating. While Laserblast was a mask, Professor Venomous is the closest he's been to full self-actualization. It's not full self-actualization, but he's happier as a villain than he ever was as a hero.
Enter Fink. She's arguably the most important character and interpersonal relationship Venomous has. There's ample hints that Venomous rescued her from a rough life surviving by herself out in the streets. They call each other "Boss" and "minion" respectively, but it's just a title. Fink is his adopted daughter. When Fink talks about him, it's with strong respect, admiration, and affection. He's a patient, gentle parent at his best. He brings Fink to every event he's allowed to. He makes sure that Fink has what appropriate weapons or toys she needs at an outing. Out of everyone Venomous interacts with, Fink has seen and intimately knows the kinder, softer side of him. It's why she stands by him despite everything.
Despite their strong relationship though, Venomous still avoids bigger confrontations. He ran away from Carol and avoids the reality of K.O. as his son when he's Professor Venomous. So when Fink starts complaining, he throws expensive toys, video games, and gadgets at her to appease her. Usually, Venomous offsets these materialistic solutions with talking to her at her level or active parenting. Though, at the height of the later Shadowy Figure debacle, Venomous has completely given up when he uses gifts as the only means of interacting with Fink period.
This is speculation, but it's interesting that Venomous never actively talks about himself as "Dad" until it's a direct confrontation between Shadowy Venomous and K.O. Perhaps, Venomous uses a set of mental gymnastics to place some degree of separation between his father-daughter relationship with Fink and his nonexistent relationship with K.O. Fink is his minion. She's an important piece of his daily operations as a villain. As long as K.O. doesn't know or realize his true identity, Venomous didn't have to think about the fact that he abandoned his son. There's a lot of complicated baggage attached to a potential relationship with K.O. If Venomous wanted to successfully navigate how they could foster a father-son relationship or at least a friendly dynamic, it means he'd have to be more honest and introspective with himself than he's willing to.
Throughout the show, viewers are introduced to K.O.'s dark alter-ego T.K.O. T.K.O. is initially treated as a separate entity. He's angry, he's frustrated, he's angsty. He wants to watch the world burn as a means of catharsis and for his own entertainment. The truth is that T.K.O. is the manifestation of K.O.'s unresolved feelings about his absentee dad, always following the rules without intensely questioning why things work a certain way, questioning authority figures in general. It boils down to: T.K.O. is a personification of the existential angst that comes attached with K.O. growing up and becoming better acquainted with the workings of the world around him.
Shadowy Figure is introduced as Professor Venomous' equivalent to T.K.O. Venomous thought he was content with "power" accumulated through money and villainous feats. That was enough for a long time, but then Venomous reached the pinnacle of villainry. He had inventions like a giant death ray; an easy button for threatening the squeamish Congresswoman for obscene amounts of ill-gotten wealth. When Venomous started seeing there was more to Lord Boxman and his Snidely Whiplash-esque rivalry with Lakewood Plaza, he realized he'd been in the throes of ennui. Throwing his resources and talents behind Boxman re-ignited his love of villainry. Boxman knew how to take risks and have fun. Unlike other villains, evil wasn't a careful, calculated set of moves or a set of ideas that needed to be run through bureaucratic red tape. Boxman's attacks leveled up in a deeply gratifying way for both of them.
Yes, Venomous had a partner and lifestyle that were a fantastic fit for him. But he still hadn't confronted the trauma of losing his powers years ago. Consciously, he thought he had moved on, but really, he'd bottled up these feelings and resentment for so long they took on a life of their own. That's where the more active split between Venomous and Shadowy starts. Venomous' "former glory" isn't enough anymore. Now, it's a ravenous ghost that demands bigger, better, more terrifying; power that can match, if not more deeply fulfill, how long these feelings and dissatisfaction have sat untouched. When Shadowy looks at K.O., he sees a direct outlet for achieving his deepest desires.
"Power" is represented as a DBZ-esque energy source that can destroy planets or even the universe at large. It's simultaneously an in-show love letter to shounen battle nonsense while acting as an abstract stand-in for a parent living vicariously through their child. Shadowy Figure is the beginning phases of an overzealous parent pressuring their kid to become the sports star, the Harvard Law doctor, or any number of other concepts. The parent wasn't able to achieve this goal for whatever reason, but then they look at their child as a malleable lump of clay. The child is an extension of themselves; the last chance to achieve this dream the parent holds as their penultimate achievement. This dream is more important to the parent than everything; to the degree it supersedes the fact their child is an autonomous, independent being with their own wants, dreams, and needs for their life. The child has become a tool.
While there is still a degree of separation between Venomous and Shadowy, it's brief hope that he can catch himself and pump the brakes on how he's overstepping with K.O. When he outright calls himself Shadowy Venomous, he's completely surrendered to his need for power. Shadowy Venomous is the realization of who and what he thought he wanted to be. Its the means to a horribly self-destructive bender. He can do whatever he wants. Nothing is a challenge or threat to his self-esteem now because no one is more powerful. And if they are, he has a means to make himself greater.
K.O. has a solid support system between Carol and his adoptive family Mr. Gar, Enid, and Rad. Though, even with a solid support system, K.O. wanted some kind of relationship with his bio-dad Venomous. Parent-child relationships can be really complicated and messy. Even if a child has a fantastic mom and stepdad, the right combination of feeling unheard, misplaced, or having certain emotional needs unaddressed can make the originally absent parent appealing. Even if this other parent hasn't contributed as much, there's a want for their attention and validation. They're here now. They're trying now. They have something other loved ones can't offer. More importantly, it's a means to fill an existential hole in their life.
When K.O. takes a moment to acknowledge T.K.O. as part of himself that he's been grossly neglecting, he starts learning the importance of self love and that acknowledging and accepting his trauma is part of growing as a person. He's been able to empathize and show compassion for everybody else around him, but he refused to give himself the same kindness and patience. Shadowy Venomous exploited this. T.K.O. hoped that Shadowy would listen to and commiserate with him in a way nobody else was because Shadowy seemingly had a similar chip in his shoulder. They're mirrors of each other, right? That's what the wanton destruction and chaos were all about. When K.O. finally gives himself the consideration he needed, he realized that looking to Shadowy was never about him. It was only about being the convenient part that Shadowy needed. Shadowy was never interested in really reaching out and developing a meaningful connection with him.
Because of his self-reflection, K.O.'s relationships with his chosen family will be fuller and richer because he's including his inner voice as part of those intimate, heavy, vulnerable conversations with loved ones.
Despite Professor Venomous royally fucking up, the ending montage in the last episode shows he's not completely irredeemable. K.O. deliberately asks about him, too. At the very least, K.O. still cares about the Professor.
The President of the Universe gives Venomous a personal planet to destroy. In a way, that's Venomous finally confronting how much losing his powers years ago affected him. He has a healthier means to process his feelings around that sensitive subject and it's highly effective. He repairs his relationship with Fink; he's a more active parent than he was previously and encourages her interests more. There's a scene where he tells Fink he doesn't like video games and suggests she practices her piano scales while he's gone instead of further gameplay. Years later, he's enthusiastically cheering her on from the audience after she, presumably, became a professional gamer and won a gaming tournament.
Venomous also apologizes to Lord Boxman after their messy break-up during his spiraling as Shadowy Venomous. One sequence features a wedding ring. The bulk of these scenes are very fill-in-the-blank or connect the dots, but they're powerful. Seeing Professor Venomous with a wedding ring means that he learned how to have a vulnerable conversation with Boxman and that they trust each other enough to make that serious of a commitment. Previous scenes are very much coded as them having a gay romance and building a blended family as "business partners," but this cements it and cinches those last few parts of Professor Venomous' character arc. Its honestly beautiful how Venomous comes around to his equivalent of the healthy, satisfying life and family that Carol has between Mr. Gar and K.O.
A redemption arc isn't realistic for every person that fits a Professor Venomous mold, but its meaningful to see a character like this work on himself. As an older fan, its appreciated how much attention and care are given to found family for all of these characters in a variety of situations and circumstances.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀───◌┈┈─── ♡ 𝇄 𝇃 𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄 𝟕 ┋ 𝐅𝐓. 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑
⎯⎯ ( 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 ) : Guitarist!Eren x Single Mom!Reader
⎯⎯ ( 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 ) : What went from buying baby food for his friend, to stumbling upon a struggling mother, Eren intrigues himself with the woman. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't help her out and reep the benefits?
⎯⎯ ( 𝘾.𝙒. ) : Heavily black coded reader, reader is older than Eren so slight age gap, Eren talks in his head a lot, thick coded reader, needy Eren, begging, unprotected sex, lactation (Eren is lowk a perv), nipple play, mutual masterbation (unknowingly), use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweet thing), vocal dirty talker Eren bec that boy can't shut up, reader lives in a 2 story apartment sorta, body worshipping, fully consensual
⎯⎯ ( 𝙒.𝘾. ) : 10,540
⎯⎯ ( 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎 ) : The idea of Eren talking in his head a lot versus verbally came from the amazing @/hellavile who wrote the piece Sketch. The idea resonated with me and literally a light bulb went off in my head like yup, that's so Eren, and I wanted to incorporate that idea into my own writing style bec i had this idea for like 3 years straight but never had the courage or time to write it out until now, and it really made me fall in love with his character in this piece of mine. So enjoy <3
Sex so quick it felt as if it didn't happen. You've been laying in bed for what felt like eternity afterwards because you've grown used to the empty spot beside you after coming back to your senses realizing your boyfriend had up and left while you were asleep, not shocking at all. It was something he had always done to either get weed from a gas station or get IHOP early in the morning, but it felt different, feeling as though it was going to be permanent. It isn't like you haven't had the feeling before, but every part of your intuition was telling you it was. Adding on to your growing headache was your son's wails as the sun's rays hardly peaked through your window, meaning you were forced to get up to tend to him. I'm coming Isaiah, give mommy a minute.
It was still dark in your apartment but you managed to enter your son's room, going over to his crib where he laid in a fit of tears at the ungodly hour of 5 in the morning. You wanted to go back to bed, to forget about where your boyfriend was and taking care of Isaiah, but life had a funny way of not going ways we expect. You pulled your baby out the crib, hoisting him on your hip. Walking to the bathroom was no easy task with a crying little boy throwing a hissy fit at you for not being fed, and he wasn't trying to give you an easy time either. Too much like his father.
”Boy,” you groaned in frustration.”I'mma need you to stop crying so I can clean myself 'n you can be fed. Okay?”
You were talking to him as if he could understand a word you said, but it got him to stop so it didn't linger on your mind much longer than that. You set him down on the counter, undressing him to change his diaper that you did not sign up for when you got pregnant in the first place, the whole process you always found disgusting, but at the end of the day he was your flesh and blood, and somewhat his fathers. Isaiah much resembled you albeit he had your brown skin, but his father's grey, wide eyes and his nose. You couldn't have been happier he got your lips though. As much as you loved him he had absolutely none to save his life.
The process of getting your baby looking right took far too long than you realized, the sun was now fully up at 7:00 in the morning, but you weren't fully up with it. Your bonnet was messily on your head, a few braids spilling out from behind that you had meant to take out today but the world had other plans for you. ”Can you watch your cartoon so I can shower?”
A few babbles left your son's lips, and you took that as an answer not knowing what the hell he said, he was only 10 months old after all, still growing and can't be alone for more than 5 minutes when he's awake.
Your shower was short and getting yourself ready was even shorter. It was gonna be a long day and mentally you just weren't prepared for it.
”Alexa play Clouded by Brent Faiyaz.”
The flat, circular device began playing the song, so you turned off the TV grabbing the rest of your things as well as Isaiah in order to go downstairs while the music softly played in the background. You wanted to forget everything that happened last night, from finding out how much money your boyfriend spent to him selling your things to the mind-numbing sex that lasted longer longer it needed to. It was a lot in one night and you wanted to forget it all over eggs and sausage.
Finally moving downstairs from the loft part of your apartment, you're quick to feel the vibration from your phone and notice a few burnt out cigarettes on the kitchen island. Typical of him. You sat Isaiah in his high chair not too far from you, giving him a little toy to play with to distract him while you read the text message from the sender.
Connie💋 - 7:42 AM
I'm gonna be gone for a bit baby, IDK how long but I wasn't ready to have a kid, I'm sorry and I'll be back when I'm ready.
You knew that was going to be never, so why were you so goddamn frustrated? Not like he was much help anyways, but for him to leave with your money and a baby was heartless, even for him. The fuck is wrong with men. You couldn't help the bubbling rage inside you, but taking it out would only make things worse. Looking into the fridge for something, anything consumable only to find nothing was a big ass slap to the face however.
”Break up with me over text and now eat my damn food? Fucking dipshit,” you heaved the more you stared at your partially empty fridge, then looking back at Isaiah who returned the gaze which big innocent eyes that had not a thought behind them. To the market it is.
With the weather rising, wearing your cotton shorts made of sweatpants material and cropped jacket over nothing but a sports bra was one of the smartest things you've done after fucking with Connie. It was sad to admit your baby looked better than you but it was better than nothing. Getting him into his car seat and pulling off in the direction of your local Giants was silent, but stressful. You had to figure out how you were gonna take care of your baby on your own. Not like you haven't been doing so after Connie showed up to your apartment less and less, but the reality bitch slapped you in the face and you had to deal with it.
You pulled up to the parking lot a little under 15 minutes after leaving your house, getting out to sit in the backseat with Isaiah to give him a quick breastfeed so he would at least not embarrass you in public by crying. It took way too long for your liking to the point where you had to pull him off. ”You can't be eating like that all the time or you gonna be fat like mommy,” you said with the smallest smile looking down at him.
You cleaned yourself up and not too long after that entered the Giants with Isaiah hoisted on your waist again. He played with one of your braids as you chose a cart made for moms like you with small kids, putting him inside the chair that resembled a car seat except with the market's colors. You walked around aimlessly inside, grabbing whatever you needed to make decent meals for yourself and being mindful to grab your son a few things while you were at it. Picking all sorts of frozen meats and fresh vegetables seemed like muscle memory after your mother practically forced you to change your diet for the sake of your baby. It paid off in the end I guess.
You walked down an aisle specific for babies, eyeing all the different toys and miniature furniture made for the smaller humans. You stopped specifically at the section labeled "baby food" looking through each brand and going for whatever looked the most healthiest. You were putting a few of them in your cart one by one until your hand and another's overlapped on the same one accidentally.
”Sorry,” you said rushed to whoever it was, not taking the time to look at them as your hand retracted to grab another bottle.
”You can have it.”
A voice so deep you could've sworn it was an echo and not a real person talking to you. Your face had nearly whipped to whoever it was, eyebrow raising in suspicion at who your hand had brushed against. Standing beside you was a tall looking boy that had brown hair brushing a little past his shoulders, the rest in a very messy bun and stray hairs sprawled across his face. He was young, that much you could tell just from what felt like forever staring at him, but his voice made him sound as if it was aged like fine wine.
”Oh- um.. thank you.”
”Do you always stare?” The question alone caught you off guard, stepping back a little to really get a good look at him. He was wearing a white simple baggy t-shirt messily tucked into black capri pants and black adidas. He had a few bits of jewelry here and there, a thin gold necklace dangling over his chest and a matching gold bracelet to go with it. He not bad looking.
”I don't always stare, jus' in my head.” That was a lie. You were staring at the poor boy longer than any stranger would have, but your ego would never allow you to admit that. Isaiah seemed to have a way of telling when your attention wasn't fully on him because he made a loud noise that partially startled you. You turned towards him to silence him a little by giving him something random in your jacket pocket which happened to be a toy car that somehow got in there.
”I take it he's a handful,” the boy spoke again, looking at Isaiah who is in his seat and smiling at the brown haired male. He returned to looking at you who then looked at him again, smiling awkwardly at that but at the end of the day you couldn't care less. ”He can be but I got it.” No the hell you don't.
The pale boy was staring at you for a little, eyeing you up and down once or twice to get a good at your little get-up. He took in every detail as slowly as possible, carving the image of your shorts riding up exposing your thighs, the cleavage your jacket zipper revealed and the ink you have on your left thigh into his head. To be honest you felt like his gaze was swallowing you whole, so you had to break the eye contact otherwise your body temperature would rise. ”Where's your boyfriend to help you?”
”He's deadbeat and gone.” You scoffed at the mere mention of him, grabbing baby formula and tossing it into the cart suddenly feeling your emotions of anger return from earlier. You noticed how the tall boy's eyes seemed to widen before relaxing to the lazy look he had before, his body now facing you entirely.
His voice was smooth and calm as he spoke. ”Sorry to hear that then.”
”It's no problem honestly, the only good thing the bit- I mean he did leave me is Isaiah here.” You smiled with the words you spoke. Sure you may have hated Connie's guts and wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him, but you're happy with your baby nonetheless.
After a semi-long silence of you both skimming over the isle one last time, you decided to speak again with inquiry in your tone. ”I didn't get your nam-”
”Eren.” He beat you to it, his body seeming much closer than before because you could feel his body heat radiating off of him, as well as the faint smell of natural forest lurking the more you breathed in and out your nose. It was intoxicating.
”⌈name⌋.” You replied somewhat shortly after, having the silence engulf you until you got tired of it. ”Do you mind.. helping me with this? Like– moving it into my car or somethin'?”
Eren pondered in his head, his deadpan expression boring into yours as his brain seemed to think of a proper response. He did want to help, you looked so small and fragile like you could break at any moment, and yet he liked it. You needed his help even if you've only known each other for 5 minutes. A hum resonated deep within his chest, vibrating his entire being as he prolonged his answer, the reason being seeing your face impatiently wait for a reply.
You want me to say yes don't you? You're giving it away. ”I'll help. Got nothing better to do.”
Your lips curved upwards into a smile again, your body turning to your cart with Isaiah who was gnawing at his own fingers and eyeing Eren as he began following behind you with his basket in tow full of his own food.
”I really appreciate the help, Eren. I probably woulda struggled on my own.” You spoke and giggled at the same time, but the brown haired boy walking beside you was in his own world of thoughts that were slightly muted in the back of his head.
”It's no problem.”
”Can I ask why you got baby food? You got a girlfriend at home?”
Curious now. We just met.
”Nah,” he replied shortly, turning his head slightly down to look at you as you kept walking forward. ”For a friend of mine. Having his own kid 'n he asked me to buy it for him.”
”So you just helping everybody.”
Eren smiled when you finally looked at him. ”In a way, yes. I don't mind doing it 'cause it's nice watching them from the sidelines.”
”So then why don't you have a girlfriend?”
He thought about it for a minute, his relaxed face seeming so close and so far to yours at the same time, the strong eye contact not being dared to be broken by either of you. It was obvious there was some unspoken tension in the air the more you looked at each other and the more you awaited Eren's answer.
”Never really found time for one.”
Your eyebrows rose and your head tilted to the right a little. ”Is that your real answer or somethin' you made up?”
Do that again. ”You'd have to find out for yourself.”
You finally broke the never ending eye contact that had you in a chokehold, walking forward quicker as to hide your face. Not like any blush would show up regardless but you could definitely feel your face getting hot just from the closeness of your bodies.
With you walking so fast Eren opted to take his time to grab anything else he might need, but the conversation was stuck in his head. He played with the bracelet on his wrist catching up to where you stood now in the snack aisle grabbing all sorts of chips. You felt his eyes on you again but couldn't look at him.
You want to look at me don't you? Why don't you do it?
”Miss ⌈name⌋—”
”Uh-uh boy that make me sound older than what I am.” You both shared a laugh, his somewhat quiet, yours a little louder. Isaiah joined in on the noise making by throwing his toy out the seat. You were about to grab it but Eren got it before you could, handing it to your son who babbled more nonsense.
You need someone to help you with him. I can tell but it's fine. Take all the time you need to ask. ”Then, ⌈name⌋, how old are you?”
You turn to smile at him again, teasing him almost. ”You know it's rude to ask a woman her age right?”
”I'm just curious.”
Eren leaned on the opposite side of the cart where Isaiah was sitting, supporting himself on his elbows and eyeing you as you grabbed more things.
”Late twenties.”
”Not even an exact number but you can ask me about my relationship status?” His grin was nothing short of mischievous and teasing, his nose scrunched and releasing a little at the end of his sentence. ”If it's gonna be like then I'm only in my early 20s.”
You quirked an eyebrow at him. ”How early?”
So now you're interested again. What if I make you guess.
”That's something you'll also have to figure out.”
”Stop playing with me,” you laughed to shield your embarrassment from him.
Your little shopping trip went longer than expected thanks to your new found acquaintance. Even if Eren was like a minx he managed to help you as he promised, putting bag after bag in the trunk of your 2015 BMW. It was like nothing for him to lift and honestly it was a turn on. His hand easily grabbed 5 bags at once.
Isaiah was already sitting in the car while the two of you stood outside in the humid air. ”Thank you for the help 'cause I don't know how I've been doing it on my own.”
Eren's lips raise at that, his face showing contemptment. ”Then should I give you my number to continue my "helping"?”
His voice dropped an entire octave as if it was mocking you. You had to readjust your stance in order to respond properly, confidently at that. ”No, you can wait for it though.”
You giggled when his expressions changed to a shocked one as you unlocked your car and sat inside it, starting it at the same time.
”Then how will I find you if I can't contact you?”
She's going to raise her eyebrow again.
You raised your eyebrow at him, long nails hovering over the steering wheel as you looked at him. ”You live around here right?”
”Well, yes, but—”
”Then we'll run into each other eventually.”
Eventually turned into a week because soon enough you ran out of food from eating like a mad woman. Everything in you didn't want to go out, wanting so badly to stay laying on the couch with Isaiah in his playpen in his own little world while you caught up on your shows. Your ankles were swollen from overdoing it the past few days that walking in itself felt like a chore. Maybe I should call him—
Oh, right. You didn't have his phone number.
So now here you were at the same market as last week, grabbing damn near the same thing until this time in the snack aisle you saw the same silhouette as before. Eren this time was wearing a sage green long sleeve loose shirt, however the sleeves pulled up a little below his elbows and light grey pants accompanied with some green and white vans.
What caught you off guard was the glasses on his face. ”You ain't tell me you wear glasses.”
Eren looked up slowly from his bent down position eyeing whatever large bag of chips he was looking at. The same grin he had from last week was on his face when he saw you. Assuming she needs my number.
”I don't actually, these are fake ones that I wear from time to time. But, you didn't tell me you wear sexy maxi dresses on Thursdays.”
Eren watched as you looked down to eye yourself, attempting to flip your now new hairstyle of your wig that looked somewhat styled. The hair seemed to engulf your head almost, but it made you look endearing. You were fogging his head now, pretty woman.
”I don't usually, but I decided to look nice. You don't like it?”
Eren chuckled. ”When did I suggest that? You look beautiful sweetheart.”
You felt your face heat up again and your stomach turn. Why was heat growing in your stomach over a small nickname. Your laugh felt forced and breathy to him, and his smirk only grew in size the more you seemed to shy away. ”So we’re doin' nicknames now.”
You're shy over a few words. You didn't get treated well by him didn't you? He made you so upset. I'll take care of you. ”We can if that's what you'd like.”
He was seriously messing with you. He knew that. He loved how you tried to take little steps to hide from his eyes, he loved how you played with your hands the more the silence dragged on, he especially loved his view.
”That is a one time thing.” You finally spoke, your tone a little broken but it's the best you could do. You felt hot and trapped in your own body, this hasn't happened since your first month of dating Connie.
”Don't like it sweetheart?”
Damn his smirk.
”That's enough out of you Eren.” You were bluffing out your ass at this point, moving on to another aisle but he just had to follow you. He was driving you mad at that point. ”You gonna give me a headache if you keep going.”
I'm sure you won't. You want me to keep going sweet girl. ”But you need my help, right?”
You inhaled deeply before you spoke, turning your head to face him. ”Yeah I might just ask another guy for help if you keep that up.”
Eren's face contorted into surprise, allowing his emotion to show through his face. You wouldn't dare. He moved himself closer to you, his arms crossing with his basket in hand, his face suddenly moving so close you forgot you had to breathe for a second. ”Would you really do that? My heart would be so broken.”
You rolled your eyes and put a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly leaving him to let out such a sweet, deep laugh. It made you wonder if he was really younger than you or not. You continued walking towards the check out area, getting in a random line with Eren beside you whose eyes were staring so hard you could feel it. I'm just admiring, he told himself, but that was a lie. He couldn't help but to stare at the way your dress hugged your body and how it seemed so soft to the touch, how it developed after your pregnancy, how, if he stood close enough, your behind would be on him and your head on his chest, looking like a real c—
”Eren you're next.”
The boy let his mind wander too far for his own good and he didn't so much as realize it. He just nodded at you, his voice stuck in his throat as he put his own basket of groceries on the conveyor belt. You noticed how he got quiet all of a sudden, giving your son some attention while you waited for him. It wasn't until he finally paid that he looked you in the eyes again, then noticeably trailed his gaze down to your cleavage.
You felt hot again under his gaze, clearing your throat to make him stop. What's with the tension? you ask yourself, walking side by side with him. ”Is something wrong? You staring harder than I did when I first saw you.”
It was meant to be a little funny, you even smiled and was about to force a laugh, but Eren wasn't smiling at all. His face had greed written all over it, and he was well aware of it too. His eyes were more relaxed, lips downturned in a frown. He decided to play along and let a miniscule laugh leave his throat, but his eyes were stuck on you.
”The only thing wrong is how I don't have your number yet,” he finally replied, to which your eyes doubled a little.
You both were standing at your car by time he finished his declaration. Jus' smile 'n laugh it off. You lowered your head smiling like a little school girl, digging in your purse to find your phone and handed it over to him, shifting impatiently as he typed in the digits slowly as if he were messing with you. He handed the phone back over allowing you to see what he put himself as.
”"Personal shopper" with a green heart emoji?”
”Yeah, like that one Nicki Minaj song? It was piggy.. something.”
You smiled even wider. ”Itty bitty piggy? What you know about that?”
Eren's face looked as if he had won a million dollars with the way he gazed upon you, looking happy and all. ”I just know it's by her.. but it seemed to impress you enough.”
You couldn't help yourself. Him going from being a seductive little shit to being adorable wasn't what you were used to. Sure you and Connie had your moments but it hasn't made you feel as strong as now.
”You're going to call me, right?” You questioned him, not knowing 100% if you both had something solid or it was just a few lucky times of meeting. Seeing him hold out his pinkie however took you by surprise.
”I can pinkie promise on it.”
”Are you a five year old?”
With your protests and his coercion, you locked pinkies with him anyway, getting in your car afterwards sealing your departure from one another. Getting home with so much on your mind from today was like being a deer in headlights, and Isaiah wasn't making it easy either with his fits of wanting whatever he wanted at the time.
It was quiet. A feeling that felt foreign after your long day. Your son had already gone to sleep after being fed, so it was almost eerie. It doesn't make sense because you've been living like this frequently after Connie came around less, but having the presence of someone physically there is always better. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone looking for better things to occupy yourself with, going as far as going through your YouTube playlist because the silence was overbearing.
”It's quiet isn't it,” Eren says, standing not too far from the bed, his face solemn as he sits in his black bean bag, tweaking with the tuning pegs of his guitar, headphones loosely on his shoulders. His eyes are closed as he imagines a melody in his head, one simple that flows and is easy to register as calming. His fingers are finding their way to the strings of the instrument, strumming them softly. His mouth curls into a smile the more his imagination vividly shifts to the guitar suddenly being you, plush thighs enveloping his slender fingers the more he strokes it, a song coming from your lips.
You hum along to the song of choice playing from your phone, allowing the notes to leave your lips as pleasure seeps through your body. Enjoyment taking over your entire being as the music continues, body writhing around more to get comfortable, eyes shut to enjoy the feeling even more of the euphorium that seems to spread. Your fingers try so hard to stop the adrenaline building but they disobey your mind, rubbing at your bud so hopelessly you can't help but to imagine it was Connie that was helping you. His heavy breaths fanning over your face, his body behind yours as you're sprawled across his lap trying to reach your peak.
I'll help you ride out this tune, He says to you. His long fingers are reaching spots inside you, making you cry out an even sweeter song. His long hair— Connie doesn't have long hair, — A strong build is supporting you as you stuff yourself with your fingers. Eren continues moving his digits, curling them to make you emit a wonderful symphony from your lips. He meticulously moves the end of his fingers, head tilted back against the fabric as sweat builds up all over his body, the song becoming so much for him it corrupts his mind almost.
You're trying so hard to submit yourself to your imagination, biting your lip to stop yourself from becoming too loud but you only get louder, back arched from the warmth he provided, his turquoise colored eyes peering down at you, watching your face contort. Connie doesn't have turquoise eyes though, nor brunette hair. Eren. He's on your mind when you feel the most pleasure you've given yourself in a while. Is it wrong? To think of him right after you get his number? You want to say it's wrong, but the sound of lewd squechling clouds your mind the more your fingers feel more like what you imagine to be his.
Brushing against your clit just barely and you're already teary eyed. Your eyes are screwed shut, his hands holding you firmly. He's keeping you down to keep his own composure, stroking and stroking, getting you so close. His lips are parted as he can see you reaching your peak, your ecstasy, as your pretty moans get louder and louder—
You open your eyes to your fingers being coated in your slick, no longer seeing the long strands of brown hair clouding your view, nor feeling the firm front side of him behind you. Your mind echoed Connie, but your body felt someone else, someone who's been in your mind ever since you gave yourself time to think. He's ruining your body and you're allowing it. Your bonnet was now halfway off after being lost in your head, braids sprawled across your sheets, earbuds no longer connected to your ears playing the slow songs you absorbed yourself to.
Eren's jaw is slack, his eyes finally opening from whatever euphoria he got himself into based on your image in his head. He looked down at himself, his shirt slightly raised revealing his v-line, but moreover there was an obvious outline of his erection showing in his sweats. You got me like this. His hair is a mess and his body temperature is different from before, but all he can do is just sit there, that is until he got the idea to call you. He already decided that he wanted you, that he wanted to be the one you could depend on. The brunette grabbed his phone at the thought, opening his phone to the keypad where he typed your number that he managed to memorize after seeing it from your phone.
Personal shopper💚 - 5:27 PM
Can I call you?
You felt the vibrations of your phone at the notification, and looking at your screen you see it was Eren who texted you. You hadn't expected him to ask to call you, but who were you to deny him. Not like you weren't just imagining having sex with him. Your fingers typed away at the screen, replying with a short "sure" and waiting for him to call you, not expecting him to do so immediately. ”Hey Eren.”
”Hey– hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.”
”No not at all actually,” you couldn't hide the smile on your face, why were you getting so riled up over a phone call?
”You sure?,” he breathily laughed midway. ”You sound groggy and out of breath.”
”Isaiah was wearing me out. I should be askin' you that though. What are you doing?” Was it obvious? Did you sound that out of breath? Would he figure out you were touching yourself to him? It was an erotic idea for him to guide you through the phon—
”Oh. 'M not doing anything besides messing with my guitar, nothin' special.” Liar.
”You play?” You couldn't hide the surprise in your tone. You were intrigued and there was no hiding it. You sat up in your bed as if he could physically see he had your full attention.
Eren liked the tone of your voice resonating in his ears, it got him in a better mood even. Aren't you cute. ”Not as much but I can play a decent song when I feel like it.”
”Can you do a song for me then?”
”Haven't played for anyone in a while–”
”But would you do it for me?” You may have been pressing him a little, but your curiosity was getting the better of you and you liked how shy he sounded.
The line on the other end went silent as he contemplated in his head, but it didn't last long. ”Mmm,” he sounded. ”I'll think about it.”
”Can you think quicker?”
You both shared a laugh, one that sounded genuine and filled the silence that was once present. Any awkward feelings were left behind the more you talked, swinging your legs back and forth when you turned to lay on your stomach. You could hear shuffling from Eren's end and heard the sound of sheets ruffling, assuming he was in bed.
”What do I get in return for doing this exactly?” Think real hard about how you're going to repay me and I might give you what you want.
”Would inviting you over work? 'cause I'm not gonna have Isaiah on saturday.” You figured the timing couldn't be better, and you wanted to see him outside of the market. Being a little selfish never hurt, and it's not like you're in a relationship anymore.
Eren smiled despite you not being able to see it, eyeing the instrument beside his bed. ”Works for me. I'll finish the song for you by then.” You're going to do it again.
You raised your eyebrow, a puff of air coming out your nose. ”A song for me? You'd do that?”
”Since you asked like a sweetheart I figured why not.” He was going to be the death of you.
”You stay playin' too much.” You had to play it off otherwise you would've felt your body hot. You weren't easy to crack but this white boy was doing wonders to you for no reason.
He smiled imagining your reaction, eyes relaxed as he focused on the sound of your voice. It'll sound even sweeter soon. Make sure you forget about your ex.
”I'll see you in a few days then.”
”I'll be looking forward to my song then Eren.”
The wait felt like forever actually. The week couldn't have gone by fast enough and you were growing restless, even though you two have been talking in between. Working didn't help either and you were anticipating the time you two were going to spend together. You managed to always work yourself up over small, or big things, making it one of the biggest stresses until it's solved. Right now, your stress is him. Of course not hearing back from your ex at all was worrying at some points, but you knew it was coming eventually, and now have a better distraction from all that.
Once saturday did finally roll around was when you dolled yourself up more than usual. You got to take your braids out thanks to boredom and styled it completely differently, putting on your best lashes and smearing minor hints of makeup on your face. Was it a lot for one guy? Possibly, but it passed the time.
It wasn't long before the doorbell rang, and opening it revealed Eren with a large black case in the shape of a guitar slung across his shoulder. He looked down at you, a smug smile across his face and lidded eyes that hadn't the slightest expression behind them. He was hard to read sometimes. You let him inside your home, not that big but still bright and open.
”Y'have a nice place,” Eren commented dryly, stepping inside and taking off his shoes at the front door.
”I decorated a majority of it. A woman's touch was all it needed to look nice.” It was meant as a funny comment, but his face remained as stoic as ever. Did something happen?
His body had approached yours, and suddenly you felt intimidated by how close he was. Eren leaned down slightly in order to get closer, looking you up and down and intaking every bit of you. You were wearing a dress that stopped at your mid-thigh, the cleavage being low but you threw on those cropped hoodies that stopped at your breasts so even still you were somewhat exposed, and the sight was in his face. ”So your ex didn't help?”
Eren finally stepped away from you after he spoke, following the open floor plan to your living room, sitting on your sofa with you following behind, sitting near him but keeping a bit of a distance. ”He didn't but he wouldn't 've helped that much anyways. But, how have you been?”
You made yourself sound as polite as possible, and to Eren he couldn't fight back his lips curling upwards, his hair flowing with him. It wasn't in the man bun, it was more like a half-up half-down style with a small ponytail and instead of strands sitting on his face, his hair was more free. ”Decent, getting by. How about you?”
”I could say the same. With Isaiah at his grandmother's I can get some peace.”
I could've helped. ”I was wondering why it was so quiet in here,” he commented.
Eren began pulling out the guitar from the bag, and it seemed so small compared to his larger build but you knew it'd be big if it were you that was playing. He flung the strap around his head and positioned himself comfortably on your couch, leaning back and spreading his legs partially. Is he trying to get under your skin on purpose?
”It took me a bit but hope you like it.”
”I'm sure I will.”
He was hesitant, that was blatantly clear enough. His fingers were still against the strings of the guitar and his face looked uneasy with the amount of times he readjusted himself. He knew he was taking too long to start which is why he said something. ”Sorry, like I said, haven't played for someone else in a while.”
”Take your time then,” you reassured him, placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing lightly. His body was tense underneath when you first touched him, but he let himself go the more you rubbed.
He finally began tugging at the thin strings, a gentle sound emitting from the instrument that filled the silence. His eyes were fixated on the guitar, but yours were stuck on his face. Did he always have that dimple on his left cheek? You were almost lost in his features until the tune registered in your ears. It was soft, a higher pitch on some parts, but it became a slow melody after that. He was actually good. You found yourself bobbing your head a little to it, glancing at the way Eren's fingers gently struck the instrument, how they seemed to so easily know what note to hit, how to direct the tips of them. Did he always have long fingers like that?
You're so dumbfounded at the features you didn't allow yourself to notice before that you didn't see how Eren was now looking at you, contempt with the way your eyes were glued to his hands, and feeling at ease with your hand still on him. It's not the silence he was expecting but he'd take it if it meant you were right there.
Your hands are moving up, it has him a little nervous and even tense but he seems to melt like putty when you stroke his hair just once. His bottom lip is a little tucked in and the tune of his little song quickened, but his eyes are practically burning into your face the longer you look away, and you enjoy it. You felt the power you had in the situation, making him wait longer than he had to. The tension is already becoming suffocating, and you can hardly hold eye contact for shit, but you want to so badly. You're giving in faster than you can think about it, meeting his eyes feeling like you were in a fever dream.
”You're really good at it.”
Eren had to force a small, breathless laugh to even respond. ”You had me worried with how quiet you were.”
”Just keep playing.”
And that he did. For once he was the first to look away and concentrate on his guitar while you stared like a fucking creep when you just couldn't stop yourself. You were drinking every bit of his features including the softness of his hair. He's trying so hard to avoid your face, but you touching him was making him shift. Wanna fuck me so bad huh. You're touching him in all the right places, your fingers with acrylics on them gliding to his mid-thigh the more he plays, the song becoming much lower. He can't help but look at you now. Not with the way you're practically begging for his dick like a greedy whore.
”Y'really know how to tease someone,” he rasps, voice low at how close yall were. Your plump lips were curved upwards in a sly smile, suddenly retracting your hands as if you weren't all over him. You raise a brow at him as if he hasn't done that to you. ”I have experience.”
There you go again. The guitar is long forgotten by now, leaning against your couch. His body is turned towards yours, his build feeling oppressive with the way it towers over you, and you love it. His arm is rested against the back of the sofa, the other one suddenly grabbing your hand it nearly brings you from your senses. He's putting it on his chest, sliding it up and down his body and now you're melting.
”Can ya show me that experience 'cause right now I wanna kiss you so fuckin' bad.”
You're giving in to him as soon as he gets the words out his mouth, pressing your lips against his and taking control of your own hands again by running them all over his body. Eren isn't hesitant to do the same, pulling you forward so it's skin against skin. He's too shy to admit he likes the contrast of tones and even more shy to admit that he's giving in to every bit of you. His mouth fits like a puzzle against yours and it's over when your tongue brushed against his lips, he's already parting them to allow his own tongue to further itself inside your mouth.
Saliva dribbled down his chin and it felt too soon when you both departed to regain oxygen, his pupils blown with clear need. His cheeks are five shades of red just from a kiss and it has you rubbing your thighs together. ”Touch me, please,” you mumble in between the exchange of spit. He's doing as you said obediently, a different kind of feeling running through your body at his hands roaming your curves and the fact that he listened.
Soon enough you're letting out sounds you hadn't made genuinely in what felt like forever, pulling away from his face to catch your breath. It gave you time to really think, to really process what was going on. You've only known Eren for like two weeks and you're all over him. There's doubt in your face the more you pull away, wiping your wet mouth the longer you avoid his eyes, the same ones you've dreamed about while fucking yourself.
Eren couldn't let this chance pass, not when he had you like this. Lips swollen and damn near straddling him. Not yet, don't stop baby, please, need you right now. He's intertwining his hand into yours, fingers curling in between your own so he can pull you back towards him. It was gentle, a stark contrast to before but it had you back in his embrace instantly. ”C'mon, lemme take care of you. You deserve it so much.”
”You want it that bad with me?” You couldn't help but inquire, searching his face for bits of truth because the last thing you'd want is to be used again. You were scared.
He suddenly lifted you from the couch after scooping you up by the ass into his arms, holding you up by the underside of your thighs. ”Do you really–”
”Fuck, yes, been wanting it from ya for a while.” Let me fuck you how you deserve to be fucked. Eren's lips are on yours again as he walked, carrying you upstairs until your back suddenly hit a wall. Your tongues are practically dancing with each other. Your breath hot and so damn rigged. His body is pressed against yours so close you can feel something hard against your leg. His chest heaving up and down. He's keeping you up far enough just to kiss you deep enough. Fuck he's taking over your damn mind.
”Which way,” he paused just to kiss you again. ”..is your room.”
”Door on the left.”
You're out of breath but you still want more which is a damn shame. You can feel your panties become soiled the more you try to move in his grasp. He's already opening your door by then and carefully laying you on your mattress, hovering above your body and looking so far into your eyes you're sure he knows every bit of thought you've had about him.
Your hands are moving on their own traveling up his shirt, tugging at it eagerly to get him to take it off. Eren can't help but grin at this, helping you pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere, but he eyed your dress as if he hated it. ”Y'want me to take it off?” He asked as he eyed you further, hands sliding up your waist and following the outline of your body until you said yes. He pulled it off you and as soon as he did he pulled down your bra. ”Eren wait—”
”I can't wait anymore, need to have you. Please let me [name].” Eren's eyes met yours and every bit of logical thinking got thrown out the window. He looked so damn needy with his hair tussle and swollen lips, hands not stopping the constant kneeding to your thick flesh, all of which he's trying not to get carried away in. His eyes look a much darker shade of turquoise, and in that moment you felt like he'd tear you apart the more he looked at you. ”Go ahead, 'n try not to disappoint me.”
”I don't plan on keeping you bored,” and as quick as he finished his lips latched on to your nipple, a choked whine leaving your mouth because his mouth felt so wet and warm against your skin it was addictive. He kept flicking his tongue and sucking eagerly while undressing himself, and seeing the imprint in his boxers made you whine even more. You needed him, falling into his trap of touches and harsh licks, your thighs locking around his waist to grind yourself on him.
”I know baby, I wanna lose myself to you too, but there's something I wanna try.”
”And what's that?”
He answered your question by placing his mouth on your other nipple. Your mind was in a daze at the built up pressure of your chest suddenly feeling relief and it only then hit you what he wanted to try. He was milking your breasts fucking dry and you were more turned on by it. You had to rub your cunt against him, the ache was becoming unbearable because of the mess he was making on your chest. ”Eren, shit, Eren please, I can't take anymore waiting, need you in me.”
He let go of your nipple with a pop sound resonating in your ears, his mouth a complete mess from indulging himself in his filthy fantasy of sucking your tits and getting something out of them. Really it was something he should've been embarrassed about but thinking of the way your body reacted to it didn't help, he needed you in his mouth, in his hold. He can't let another second pass by where you're not near him chanting his name.
”I wanna savor this a little longer [name], be a little patient with me.”
You're nodding along and even still he sends a firm slap to the side of your thigh where your tattoo is and a small yelp leaves your mouth that distracts you long enough so he can finally pull down his boxers. His length springs free from its confinement and you can't help but let your jaw slack a little.
”God you're bigger than I imagined.”
You thought about us fucking haven't you. ”You've imagined my size?” He lets out a small chuckle.
”Don't get too cocky,” you responded, but Eren wasn't going to let your comments slide, yanking your underwear down your thighs and throwing them across the room, eyeing your mound having a starved haze over it. It wasn't enough for him though, he's greedy and selfish with what he wants.
”Spread your legs,” he orders and you can feel the heat rush to your face, spreading yourself open until his hand pushes your thighs back further, having your pussy sprawled out for him like a meal. His eyes are locked on to how wet you were, reaching a hand down to allow his fingers to spread you more. You couldn't help but giggle at his enthralment, keeping yourself open for him, wiggling your hips just a bit. His fingers spread your puffy lips open and it was then he lost it. Your cute hole fluttered open as more of your slick coated your inner thighs, your clit poking out just for him.
Eren finally began to line himself up to your cunt, lightning sparks in your body the longer he looked at you and the more he rubbed his tip against your already engorged clit, a moan withdrawing from your throat.
”You gonna let me in sweet thing?” You shuddered as goosebumps appeared on your skin, nodding your head slowly because coming up with a coherent response felt impossible. He lowered his head towards your neck, biting and kissing and suckling on your skin as he finally eased the tip inside you.
”Ng..ghh fuck,” you inhaled sharply the more he pushed on, but he suddenly stopped and you whined despite feeling so damn full already. You can feel his breath staggering against your neck as it trails further up to your lips, capturing them in another one of his overpowering kisses that you submerged yourself into. He continued to push himself in again and that's when you felt the pressure to a specific spongy spot within you. He curved a good ways to the right and inside you it was the perfect amount of pressure that had you hyperventilating.
”Let me know when you're ready, y'look like you struggling.” He kept his eyes on yours the entire time, watching your cute face contort. Eren had a guilty pleasure for watching you struggle to take him. He was big and he knew it. Your mouth had been quivering, trying to adjust to the mere thickness of him, but seeing his face written with knowing had you fixing your own. ”Just.. start moving.”
Your command had been answered with a breathless chuckle once Eren finally started moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace. Every time he bottomed out you felt a painfully good pressure in your stomach. Low mewls resonated in your throat as he kept going, adjusting to both his size and the pace of friction he set. Eren's mouth hung ajar, eyes lidded but locked onto the way he slid in and out of you. You're so goddamn wet.
”Fuck.” He couldn't keep his hands off you any longer. It'd be a waste not to touch you when you're underneath him after all. His body leaned forward until you were face to face, his hands drifting towards yours and guiding them to wrap around his neck. ”I-... want you to hold onto me, alright?” You gave him a meek nod as an answer until you felt a shift in pace. You were only just getting adjusted to the slow and steady tone but with his size going like this had you feeling hazy and lightheaded. You needed him closer to you, feeling his skin against yours, feeling like you'd lose yourself to the feeling of his dick without it.
”Oh my God—” you rasp and claw at his back to ease some of the pleasure, even if it's just by a little bit, but no matter how close you pull him to your body it's not enough. Losing yourself on me, too fuckin' cute.
Eren loves how vocal you are, and it's all for him. The way you shudder when his hips snap against your pussy, the way you squeeze him to damn near suffocation, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning like a bitch. His lips meet the crevice of your neck, his teeth beginning to tug at your skin as a way to muffle his moans, but you feel them vibrate in your body and it has you digging your nails into his back.
”Just like that.. keep grabbing me, not goin' anywhere sweetheart.” The way his voice sounded right at your ear had you whining again. He sounded so fucking sexy. All you can do is just nod.
You're grasping at the chance for air when his pace increases. At that point it felt like he was just so goddamn deep inside you to the point where it even stung a little. ”'Ren.. Eren. Hurts– too deep,” you plead to him, a hand of yours leaving his back to push his hips away a little, but his hand is quick to swat it away and hold your waist. ”Can't help it, you keep pulling me in. Feels so good I can't help it.. fuuck.”
The best you can do is sniffle as a sob leaves your lips. It sounded so beautiful to Eren though, like the beautiful melody that's been playing in his head on repeat. He needed to hear more from you because you sounded so pretty, so cute. But he couldn't see your face like this when he knows it's probably tear stained and fucking slutty, so he moves his head from your neck to get a better look at you, and he couldn't be more right. Your eyes were glued to the way his pelvis met yours, tears on your cheeks from the way it felt like he was in your stomach. Fuck. ”You look so pretty like this. Pretty little face and the prettiest pussy in the world.”
He left you speechless at his choice of words. They were so filthy but they felt so good, just as good as the pressure in your pussy. How could a man fuck like that? Like him? Can't tell if you love him or his dick, or both. His eyes stayed lidded and locked on you, but you looked like you were losing yourself, so he tapped your cheek. ”Don't go passing out on me.”
You giggle with little breath, gasping in between but your body is giving itself away, jerking and writhing feeling heat pool in your clit. ”Sorry, 'm getting close. Mmmh.. I'm gonna cum soon if you keep moving like that.”
”Then I wanna see your face, wanna see how beautiful it is. Wanna see it when you cum.” It's all he can say because there's an eagerness to seeing you unravel. He felt it too, feeling himself tighten and ache feeling the way your warmth squeezed him just right. Shit, forgot a condom. At that point Eren didn't care, he'd just pull out. You didn't seem to care either, your whines getting louder and your hand going to push at his waist again once he startes fucking you harder than before. You missed being able to hold him the way you were before, but you also liked the view of him looming above you, exposed chest, v-line and all.
”Oh fuck, oh my God, Eren– shit.” Your free hand starts gripping the sheet beside your head feeling yourself cum and spasm on his cock, biting your lip as you moan.
Eren felt the new sudden feeling of something creamy on him, looking at where the two of you connected and saw your essence seep out of your hole as he kept fucking into you. The sight had him on the edge, body sweating and full of so much damn regret as he pulled out. He's desperately wrapping a hand around his shaft and fucking his fist, head tilted back trying to imagine that he was still inside you. The sight was so sexy, to watch him get off to the thought of your pussy still hugging him, even as your breath was still ragged and mind hazy you wanted to remember that forever.
”So fuckin' beautiful– ahh. Your ex didn't deserve this perfect pussy, this perfect body— fuck!” He's so frustrated that he has to finish like this, but he's the one that gets to cover you in his cum and the thought alone gets him spurting thick ropes of white onto your stomach and clit, some dripping down onto your partially gaping hole. God your ex. If he could rub it in his face it'd probably make him cum again that he gets to fuck you better than him.
You're admiring the way he keeps leaking onto your body, white pools glistening against your skin. You were breathless and the space where your legs met your pelvis were starting to ache the longer you held them in this position so you put them down. By doing that you didn't think you'd get his attention though. ”Who said we was done, sweet thing? Put your legs back up f'me.” Go ahead and arch your eyebrow.
An eyebrow of yours raised, looking him up and down when all he did was just look at you with that same cocky smirk you remember from the market. ”Oh really?” You weren't gonna back out now, and in all honestly Eren wasn't either. He wanted to test your limits, see and learn what your body likes.
The night before seemed like forever ago, or a messy dream at that, because before you knew it the sun was shining through your black-out curtains signifying that a day had passed. The aching where your legs met your pelvis couldn't be more overwhelming, but the sleep you got distracted you from the dull ache. Horny fucker.
Originally you were meant to go sex-free for a while, but clearly your mind and pussy had other plans. Not like you had much room for regret though because it was one of the best experiences of your life. Eren. He was so much better than you could've imagined, he even changed your bed sheets for you while you showered independently. You smiled reminiscing on the aftermath, but you wanted to see him, see his pretty face again, hear his voice. Should I be like this?
You turned over only to be met with an empty bed, sitting up from your laying position to study your empty room. You didn't hear anything, nor felt movement in your own bed so you wondered if he left. Damn, just how good did he fuck you for you to not hear him leave? Even still, there was a high chance he did since he didn't live with you, and it more or less felt like a one night stand.
You shouldn't feel so disappointed, but at the same time you want to call him and ask him where he is, listen to him talk, just be with him. But he wasn't there, in the same fashion that Connie wasn't there either. For fucks sake. One pretty guy enters your life and he's already imprinted on your mind. You're sitting up by then, legs dangling over the edge of your bed as you sit and contemplate whether you should try to find out where he is, however what if he didn't answer and your apartment is actually empty? You didn't want to admit you were scared, but the questions spiraling in your head made your anxiety spike.
Not again, not like this shit again. You can't let yourself be fucked over by another guy again, you've already been at that point. Being so lost in your own head you got up from your bed, motioning towards your connected bathroom to fix your appearance because you'd be damned if you let yourself be a mess over another person. Except you stop, standing in front of your bathroom door as the strong smell of food hit your nose. Who the fuck?
You don't remember eating anything last night, so you blamed the smell on your hunger, but just as you're about to step fully in your bathroom it hits you stronger until you're already gravitating towards your bedroom door. Opening it, you're met with the sound of your son's giggling. He shouldn't be home yet so how is he inside? Instinct tells you to investigate, rushing down the stairs and seeing the bare backside of a tall man with brown hair sprawled down his neck and shoulders.
”Morning sweetheart.”
Your feet move you forward, eyes a little wide and all. ”But you– how did Isaiah…?”
You can't even finish the question, your voice trailing off as you try to connect the dots. Meanwhile Eren had turned to face you, placing the cooking utensil down from making fried potatoes. ”A lovely woman who looked like you brought him home. Told me I was handsome too.” All you do is scoff while going over to your babbling son, picking him up out of his high chair to hold him.
You didn't mean to stay silent but you're still trying to make it make sense. First you thought he was gone and now here he is cooking you breakfast. Who the hell sent this man to me? ”First of all she lied,” you retorted in an attempt to hide your slight awkwardness. It was Eren's turn to scoff at that. ”Secondly, that was my mother.”
”I guessed that much because she has wonderful taste.” You look him up and down, not being able to hold a wide smile back when you know fully well it was because of the reddish marks on his neck and collarbone. Pretty thing was worrying about me. Eren could tell by how your body language gave you away. You came downstairs tense, but now you look lax.
”I'm assuming you hungry.” He begins motioning to two plates he somehow manages to find in your unorganized kitchen. ”Yes, please I'm starving.”
It's when he begins making your plate that a ring resonates throughout your apartment. Must be mom. You set Isaiah back down in his high chair and went towards the front door, assuming your mother had possibly forgotten to drop off something that belonged to your son since she seemed to do that a lot, so you don't care to make yourself presentable since she's seen you at your worst.
”Ma what you–” You spoke before opening the door, but the last person you expected to see standing there just had to be there. Just fucking had to be. Eren must have somehow known you were just standing there based on your silence, because he came over to stand behind you with his hands in his pockets assuming your mother was standing there. You both couldn't have been more wrong, and you really really wished you were.
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One Night Stand: part 4
Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Pregnant!Reader
Warnings: None? slight angst? Maybe if you squint
Summary: Simon is away on a mission, but things are speeding up back at home.
A/N:....... Hi, sorry. I'm back, i'm sos sorry for the long break between parts. I'm also sorry this is a short part, i started writing it before i went on a break, and i finished it today and its kinda a flop. But i promise to do better on the next part. asdfghjkl, please stick with me, I promise i'll do better.
Word Count: 2.909
New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
It had been almost a week since you heard from Simon. He has sent you a brief text the morning he left. It was vague, didn't give you any details about where he was going, or how long he would be gone. He had promised to contact you as soon as he could. You find yourself staring down at your phone, hoping that maybe if you stared at it long enough he would text you. But it never came.
Your knee shakes as you sit in the doctor’s office, the nurses coming out periodically to get someone from the waiting room. Your appointment was in 5 minutes, but you had been sitting there for the last 20 minutes. Nervous was an understatement, if you could describe how you felt out loud people would think you were insane. You felt like your lungs were vibrating in your chest, every organ moving at the fast pace of your heartbeat.
The nurse calls out your name as you stand on shaky legs. The world is out of focus as you walk towards her. She smiles, and leads you back to her ultrasound room, her voice muffled by the pounding in your ears. A hand touches your shoulder and it takes you a moment to realize that she was talking to you.
“This is your first?” She asks, sitting in the chair next to the bed, pulling her stool up to the computer.
“Oh.. yeah..” You lay back on the bed, and look over at her. She was wearing a pair of cartoon character scrubs. Her hair pulled up into a french twist, as she typed on the keyboard.
“Okay, well lay back, and roll down the top of your jeans, and pull up your shirt as we’ll see if we can get a good look at that baby of yours. Do we need to wait for dad?” She asks, as you lay back against the paper. It crinkles as you roll down the tops of your jeans, your body shifting as you adjust.
“Oh, no… he’s away,” heat rushes to your cheeks, red hot embarrassment coursing through your veins.
“Oh no problem lovely, we’ll make sure to get extra pictures and you can even record the heartbeat for him. How does that sound?” She asks as she picks up the wand and rolls closer to you.
“That would be lovely,”
“This will be a little cold,” she says as she squirts some of the ultrasound gel onto your stomach. The contact makes goosebumps break out along your skin, you watch the screen across from the bed. The grainy black and white picture moving around as she adjusts the wand. After a few moments a small white, baby-like blob takes over the screen.
“There they are! Look at them,” she smiles as she spends time taking measurements, and telling you what you were seeing on the screen. She takes some pictures while shes doing it, before she smiles at you.
“Okay, ready to record the heartbeat?” she asks, and presses a few keys on the keyboard.
You take your phone out and record the screen, the baby’s heart fluttering on the screen. After a moment the sound of fast paced wooshing fills the room, your eyes fill with tears. It was real, you knew about the baby obviously, but hearing the heartbeat made it real. There was a tiny person growing inside you. A part of you and Simon. You stop the recording as you wipe your eyes with one hand. The Ultrasound tech smiles and hands you a tissue, before she hands you another. “Here Love,” she smiles, “wipe that off and then I’ll be right back with your pictures to take home.”
You wipe the gel off your stomach, swinging your legs over the side as you wait. You open up the text thread between you and Simon. Your fingers tap the screen as you forward him the recording of the heartbeat.
Y/n: I know you couldn’t be here because of work, but I heard the heartbeat today. It was beautiful, they’re developing right on track. *heartbeat*
The nurse comes in and hands you two long strips of ultrasound pictures, you smile down at them. In one picture the baby’s hand is up in the air and it looks as if they’re waving. She added a little caption that says “hi Daddy!” On it and you can’t help the pang of guilt that settles in your gut.
This was Simon’s first child too. He should be able to experience everything with you. But you knew he couldn’t just abandon his post. He was needed, that much was clear, you couldn't ask him to give it up. You wouldn’t.
As you walk out of the doctors office towards the bus station, you can’t stop looking down at the roll of pictures in your hands. As the bus pulls up to the sidewalk you climb on and take an empty seat. You study the white baby-like outline as the bus pulls away from the curb, you wonder who they would look like.
Would they have Simon's light blonde hair?
Maybe his dark brown eyes?
Or would they look like you?
Maybe they would be a perfect blend of you both, with your eyes and Simon’s nose. Whoever they looked like, they would be loved. Your heart swells as you look down at the pictures, your fingered tracing outlines. They were only the size of a lemon, which was crazy to you. 13 weeks ago they didn't even exist, they were nothing. Just two cells that had yet to meet, and now they were the size of a lemon. They could move around although you couldn’t feel it yet, some babies even suck their thumb.
Your thoughts drift back to Simon… Did he know that the baby was the size of a lemon? That it could now suck its thumb and move around?
Sighing you pull out your phone and text the video of the baby's heartbeat to him, along with a picture of the sonograms. You watch as the blue text bubble sends and the word delivered appears under it. You stare at the screen, wishing that it would change to read, but it doesn’t. Your eyes burn from not blinking, as the bus pulls up to the stop by your neighborhood. You quickly tuck your phone away and step off. The brakes of the bus squeal as it pulls away, leaving you standing on the side of the road alone.
The walk back to your apartment isn’t long, it only takes 5 minutes at most. But today it felt like the longest walk of your life. You couldn't shake the feeling that pooled in your stomach when the tech looked at you, the pity in her eyes when she found out Simon wasn't there. It had done nothing but remind you that you would probably be doing most of this alone. That there was a chance Simon would miss the birth of his child due to having to be on a mission.
You haven't given it too much thought, because that seemed so far away from the present. But in reality you were already in your second trimester, and time was going to go by a lot faster than you thought it would. Your relationship with Simon was still in its infancy, you barely knew anything about one another. Sure there was the undeniable attraction between you two, the magnetic pull that caused this whole situation in the first place.
You climb the 3 flights of stairs to your apartment, your boots thudding on each step. The neighbors below you argue loudly, the crash of things being thrown jars you from your thoughts. You really hated them sometimes. It was like their entire relationship revolved around making each other mad. If they werent fighting they were stoned out of their minds, their eyes glazed over from drugs as they leant against the hoof of their beat up car. They had neer done anything to you personally but you had heard them fighting with some of the other residents. Mostly your direct neighbor to your left. She was a small old lady who would get fed up with them fighting and would call the cops on them regularly.
As you unlock the door to your apartment, the door to the left opens. The old woman steps out of her apartment with a scowl on her face as she looks at you. You pause, and clear your throat. “Can i help you Mrs. Hines?” You ask, stuffing the sonogram into your pocket.
“Those blasted drug addicts, at it again i tell ya! Throwing things, arguing all hours of the day. Outta teach them a lesson,” she mumbles as he heads towards the stairs. Her cane tapped on the floor as she headed down to the floor below. You wait until her white hair is out of sight on the staircase before you push open your apartment door. The apartment is exactly how you left it, your eyes flickering to the couch. Air rushes past your lips as you find it empty, your laptop sitting in the middle just as you left it.
You settle into your apartment, and hang the sonogram pictures on the fridge, a small smile on your lips. Settling back onto the couch you pick up your laptop and continue where you left off this morning with your article, the words flowing easily. Hours pass as you near the end of the article, your phone pinging on the couch next to you startles you. For a moment a flash of fear races through your body. Like a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, your heart hammers loudly in your chest. With shaking hands you reach over and grab it, tapping the screen with your thumb.
The small picture of an adorable ghost next to the name eases your anxiety that settled in your chest. You can't help the small smile that spreads over your lips as you read the messages from Simon.
Simon: Wow, I wasn't expecting them to look like an actual baby just yet. That's kind of insane.
You: I know.. Did you get a chance to listen to the heartbeat?
Simon: Yeah… Don't tell anyone but I may have teared up…
You: Your secret is safe with me.
There's no reply after that, which is expected. Honestly you were even surprised to have heard from him at all. He was out there doing god knows what, god knows where. Given that he had a few moments to reply to your text must mean that he wasn't fighting for his life at that very moment.
That thought gave you some comfort… Well kind of. Lately not a lot of things could make you feel at ease anymore. You never truly felt relaxed, not even after moving a few hundred miles away from your hometown. You still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. For it to be your turn to meet the same fate as your family. But it hasn't come yet, and that alone was enough to make every noise, every bump in the night send prickles of fear skittering across your body. Like thousands of ants running wild along the smooth plains, making you shift uncomfortably.
The apartment complex was surprisingly quiet for 8pm, normally around this time most of the residents were arguing. Mainly the couple from downstairs, but you haven't heard anything in a little while. You furrow your brows as you look out the window. Their car wasn't there, maybe they had gone out?. The parking lot was mainly empty save for a few cars that you were sure didn't run anymore. TUrning in your seat you glance down at your phone, the screen still dark.
Exhaustion pulled at you, over the last few weeks you had been having a hard time sleeping.The constant fighting from the people below you coupled with the raging hormones made sleep hard to come by. This past week is especially hard now that the small voice in the back of your head reminding you that Simon wasn't here. He wasn't just a phone call away right now. For all you know he could be on the other side of the world, and there was no established time he would be back. He very well could be gone for months.
Taking a deep breath you grab your phone and climb into your bed, pulling the blankets up over your head as you try to block out the small pang in your chest. The small part of you that missed Simon's presence. When he was around it was like someone had closed the doors to the roaring fears inside your head. They were still there, but they were muffled and you could be easily distracted from them. Allowing your body to relax for once, after being wound tight for months.
A blush creeps up your cheeks as you remember how blissfully blank Simon was able to make your mind that night. The night that led to the unplanned but not unwelcome baby that was currently growing in your uterus. Your eyes grow heavy as your mind drifts back to that night. You missed how his hands felt, skating across your skin. The warmth of his lips on yours, the way his heart pounded in his chest under your hands.
Your hand drifts down to your lower stomach, your fingers brushing the now taught skin. A small smile on your lips as you drift off to sleep with images of Simon's dark brown eyes and blonde hair dance in your mind.
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Smoke.
The first thing to cross your mind when you stir from your sleep is smoke.
The smell was suffocating as you sit up, and blink rapidly into the darkened room. Thick grey clouds billow under the door of your apartment. The loud creaking of the building settling startling you fully awake. Outside you can hear commotion in the parking lot. Quickly throwing the blankets to the side you pad over to the window. People from the lower floors of your building are filing out, waving their hands in front of their faces as they attempt to run from the building. Thick clouds of smoke follow them, as yellow and orange light flickers across their faces.
You drop to your knees as your throat starts to burn, the air in the room becoming harder and harder to breathe in. Your knees scrape along the uneven floor boards, scratching the soft skin. Pulling your shirt up over your mouth and nose you attempt to take slow even breaths, as the smoke rises to the top of the room. As you reach the door you lift your hand and place the back of it against the door. Its warm but not hot. Taking one last deep breath you reach up hand grasping the warm door knob as you turn it.
Smoke rushes into the room, stinging your eyes as you crawl forward. The hallways is hazy but you can see the stairs at the end of the hall. They look clear of any fire, and you start to crawl there. As you reach the top of the stairs a sound behind you causes you to stop. The floor by your door creaks and groans before it splinters and falls through. Flames lick up through the hole, heat dancing across your skin. It was hot. So incredibly hot. Your eyes water, as you struggle to pull air into your lungs.
Your throat burns as tears slide down your cheeks, your lungs ache as you start coughing. Your mind becomes fuzzy from lack of oxygen, as you grasp the railing of the stairs you start to feel your way down them quickly. Your feet blindly hitting steps, a few times you almost slip on the stairs. As you get down to the second floor the smoke is thicker. You can't see your own hand in front of your face. The staircase to the first floor is engulfed in flames, they lick up the stairs as they threaten to singe your clothes.
The window in the stairwell before it shatters above you front he heat, tiny shards of glass rain down on you where you crouch on the staircase. Your body is sluggish from the carbon monoxide. This was it…
The way out was blocked and you didn't have the energy to climb back up the stairs to try the back staircase. It had only been a few minutes since you left the apartment, but it felt like a lifetime. Your body ached, your skin hurt from the heat, like the worst sunburn you’ve ever gotten. Your lungs screamed like you were being held under water, each cough that forced its way from your throat felt like razor blades.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, leaving trails through the soot and ash that covered your face. The world is slightly muffled as you put your head on the warm concrete of the stairs. The last of your energy fading as sirens scream in the distance. At least they would find your body, maybe there would be enough to identify, so someone would be able to get back to Simon about what happened.
Simon.
Your heart aches in your chest.
What if no one ever told him what happened?
Your mind starts to go fuzzy and your eyes slide closed, sweet oblivion pulling you under.
As the world fades out you feel someone's arms wrap around you, lifting you from the stairs, their deep voice vibrating in their chest. “Bloody hell, Love. Trouble just knows how to find you, yeah?”
Next Part: Part 5
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A Cold Weather Agere Story
Hot Cocoa and Warm Smiles <3
Hi guys! This is my first time posting my writing on tumblr, and i must admit I'm somewhat nervous. please be gentle :)
It's a short story of coming home and being cozy and warm after an exhausting day. I hope you enjoy it!
You had a long day. You walk into your cozy, safe, happy home and flop over onto your plush couch. You take a deep breath, trying to let your stress leave your body. You’re tired, and you don’t feel like doing anything. It’s cold in your home; you walk into your bedroom, and wrap a blanket around yourself.
You nestle under the covers, and fall asleep, feeling warm and peaceful. After a while you wake up, and find that it’s nighttime! You really needed that rest. (rest of the story is below!)
You get out of bed, the blanket still draped about you, and wander into the kitchen, rubbing at your sleepy eyes. You yawn.
“Something warm, something warm,” you think to yourself. You look in your cupboards, and your smile lights up the room. Hot chocolate! You immediately grab the packet, follow the directions, and soon enough, you have a nice warm mug of hot cocoa. You get a bottle of whipped cream, and put some on your steaming cocoa, twirling the fluffy cream into a peak on top.
You nestle into your couch and turn on your favorite movie. Relaxing, you sip your cocoa, enjoying the warmth and coziness it brings you. As you sip your cocoa, you decide that something is missing -- your stuffies! Surely they want to spend some time with you and watch your favorite shows, because your favorite shows are their favorite shows, too!
You spring to your feet, and dash into the hallway leading to your bedroom. You open the door; in front of you is your beloved bedroom, with its [your favorite color] walls and your fun [your favorite pattern/favorite animal/favorite cartoon character] sheets! There’s a big window in your bedroom, and you can see the sky. The moon and stars are so pretty and twinkly!
With a smile on your face, you cross the room to get to your bed. There, on your bed, sits [name of your favorite stuffie]! They look very happy to see you today. Well, they’re happy to see you every day, but still!
You take your stuffie and give it a big hug, squeezing it tight. You walk back into the living room. You decide to get a snack - yummy! You eat your favorites as you watch the movie and sip your cocoa! After the movie is over you brush your teeth, floss, and wash your face! You turn on your nightlight, and nestle under the covers, surrounded by your stuffies. You are perfectly safe and at peace. Nothing will disturb your peaceful, soothing slumber.
When you wake up in the morning, the sun is shining bright and you can hear birds singing. It was good to relax the night before - now you can tackle the new day with all of your might! You open your bedroom window and smell the fresh air. For breakfast, you decide to make a certain drink - more hot chocolate! Today is going to be a great day, for sure!
tl/dr: you come home on a cold day and get cozy with your stuffies and drink hot chocolate :)
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Don’t feel bad! You’re not obliged to have anon on! :0
Also, idk if it’ll let you answer this ask, but if so… I’ll take one of each, if that’s ok!!
💕👋⚖️⭐️⚫️❓
(If not then just whichever you’d like to share!)
Okay warning, this is way longer than I thought it would be! So I'm putting my answers under the cut here
For the 💕, I think this one [It Takes Two] works (ik in the source material its a song between sisters, but i read it differently for crossbones and starstruck. It's definitely a bit more high-energy and peppy than either of them actually are, but I see it more like the romantic dynamic between their heroic personas. It's all geared up to eleven--both of them have to act differently in costume.
For 👋, I like Hummingbird. The song is mostly just vibes but there's definitely lyrical significance for some aspects of their relationship, y'know? Plus, the whole scene that the song is from in Across the Spiderverse is two superheros taking time away just to spend it with eachother. Kinda perfect?
For ⚖️, Sunlight by Hozier definitely feels right. It's a sweet song, and there's significance in someone who's never known the sun ascribing it to someone in their life. Just saying :3
It is. SO HARD to find a good song for ⭐️. Maybe I should make a playlist...what do you guys think?
Anyways, Tarantula by Gorillaz. It's one of their sweeter songs, and it's about like...well, not settling for someone? More like choosing eachother even with the shit in either of their lives? Thats how i see it
Oof, I already posted a rather angsty one with another ask. For ⚫️, I think This December by Ricky Montgomery is a good one--though I almost considered another song from the same album, Snow. There's conflict, y'know, if internal--how do you separate someone you care for from someone who's sacrifice would mean so much to everyone you know? Morally, Sans is an interesting character (I'm talking largely of his Undertale iteration, but since ts underswap tries to keep things relatively unchanged in regards to personality, he also counts) because while he is someone who I'd consider a good person, he's the same guy who more than likely would've attacked frisk on sight if he wasn't such a loyal character. There's love here. There's also the persistent, nagging knowledge of what needs to be done.
And finally, ❓. For the miscellanious song, we have Stars In the Sky by Kid Cudi for the second Sonic thr Hedgehog movie. I know it's a little silly, but lyrically I consider it a fantastic song for Crossbones and Starstruck! Angel is no stranger to the villain that is being mentally ill, and being separated from everyone she knew and essentially becoming the local semi-homeless human in a place that, while very silly and kind, is still hostile to her sucks. Doing the superhero gig--or rather, participating in the saturday morning cartoon gimmicks as either Starstruck or Koffin K's Spooky Servant is a good distraction. She likes it, and she likes getting to spend time with Sans like that. In a way the Starlight Isles are something of an escape for her, a dream-like forest suspended in eternal twilight where she gets to play the hero or the villain on a whim, with no real consequences. For now.
AAAAND that's it! I actually...did not expect to write so much. For your trouble, here is a drawing of the goobers.
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Munday About Me
Name: Yeen
Age: 38
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bi
Single Or Taken: Married as FUCK!
Hobbies: Art, writing, gaming/streaming, painting/customizing figures and tabletop minis, lots of other nerdy craft shit you should totally ask me about if you never want me to shut up. LOL
Favorite Color: Electric Blue
Fandoms: Hazbin/Hellaverse (obviously) but SOOOOOO many others I would be here all day. The main ones right now (and most frequent ones to flare up again) are Warcraft, Overwatch, Baldur's Gate 3, Vampire the Masquerade, Warhammer, DETROIT: Become Human, Mass Effect/Dragon Age, The Walking Dead, The Quarry
Other Blogs: The full list of these would have us here til tomorrow--trust me, you're better off not knowing. XD The only time I ever really use Tumblr is for RP, I haven't had an OOC/personal account in YEARS!
Favorite TV Show: As far as actual Ye Olde "TV Shows" back when I used to actually sit in front of a television for entertainment, my go-to's were Law & Order SVU, CSI: Miami, Forensic Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and a literal FUCKTON of different Saturday morning cartoons. Other series, if they count, would be Hazbin and Helluva Boss (duh), Beastars, Attack on Titan, Nightwatch, and probably a bunch of others I'm not remembering at the moment. LOL
Do You Cosplay: Back when I used to dabble in LARPing, I did lots of costume work, so I GUESS you could count that as cosplay? Also have fursuited a few times back when I was still active in the fandom. I'd like to tell myself that someday I'll get back into making cool character costumes when I have the perfect combination of time/money/space ... buuuut we'll see. X3
Favorite Media: Oooo this is hard to pick, I'm into so many. XD UHHHH ... Warcraft!
Favorite Book: The entire Redwall novel series (though I definitely have my individual favs)
Favorite Band: Am I dating myself if I say "Evanescence"?
Favorite Movie: WAY too many to just pick one, so here are my top 5 that I has watched over and over for a loooooong time: Lost World: Jurassic Park, Lion King, The Matrix, Beetlejuice, Dragonheart
Do You Have Pets: That are mine? Two--my dog-daughter Blondie and my cat-daughter Velcro. Extended animal family that belong to my folks? 11 kitties (they all live either in specially-designed indoor rooms just for them or in custom-built kitty condos that are outside in the back yard but are safely enclosed) and 4 doggos (all indoor, though they also go out in the yard a lot).
Favorite Animal: As an extreme animal nerd, I have a TON of favs but the Number One Winner right now are hyenas! Mostly spotted hyenas, but I loved striped and brown yeens, too!
Do You Play Any Instruments: Do my vocal cords count? LOL
Favorite Hellaverse Character(s): Hazbins Favs: Alastor, Angel, Husk. Helluva Boss Favs: Blitz, Loona, Ozzie
Tagged By: @radioiaci (Thank youuuuuu ilu <333)
Tagging: @sanguineradio, @angie-long-legs, @top-shelf-tender & aaaanyone else! <3
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Why You Should Vote for Hakupo
Hello. Good evening, morning, afternoon, brunch, sleepytime whatever time it is for you right now. I am here to sell my little autism creature to you. This is going to be a fairly long post so, just sit tight.
The second round of polls will not be out for a couple of hours. I wanted to reblog the post with this, BUT- I have class at 3 when the polls are released. Plus, gotta get those non Hakupo believers before they vote for anyone else, amirite?
Also the stickers used between catagories are the official line stickers by Pikomaru ➜ https://store.line.me/stickershop/product/3951590/en
Reminder; It's only Shinji sweep until its Hakupo sweep.
No, I'm not putting a section breaker because even if you don't read it, I want you to see the sheer size of this... It's an essay at this point. Let's get started shall we?
What is a Hakupo?
Hakupo Tsukishiro is a energetic and powerful masculine voicebank for Utau (and amadeusy but we dont talk abt brunnnoooo). He was released all the way back in 2010 and has had many important milestones in his 13 years of distribution. Four compilation albums, 7 voicebanks, 2,500+ fanarts (that i all have), and uses by really awesome people *points to the crowd*. That's all of you guys out there. <3
Hakupo as a character is inspired by moe, thanks Clarice. Like most moe characters, he's a bit air headed and happy go lucky person. His positive attitude is sometimes brought into original songs he's featured in, which just makes me smile- girlbosses love a good pick me up song.
Also he has a stupid little coat and pants. This is all you need to know to vote for Hakupo, but I will continue forward incase you are still on the fence.
Cool Hakupo Facts
He almost has the same exact suggested range as Miku (C3 to E5)... His is actually larger... he goes higher (C3 to G5).
The "Do Re Mi FâåÁaæ↓" incident of Christmas 2020, contact me I will elaborate further.
There is a little bit of an evil twin thing going on. Yeah. This is a win.
His genderbend design Kohaku is revealed when you turn down the brightness of his official reference sheet (he pulled a scott cawthon guys).
He hates to be called cute and have his head patted... which is cute.
Despite looks- His description says he has curly hair come on guys- LITTLE FLUFF.
By looking at his official Twitter bot, there's a few extra things we can learn about him. He is very stupid, very impatient, has a horrible sleep schedule, bad at multitasking, and can't stand still (I can elaborate more on these if asked).
I wrote a 43 page Utau cartoon pilot script with Hakupo as the main character. Shameless plug.
I also wrote my college admissions essay about Hakupo. Thanks for getting me into college Bobo!
Sick Bobo Uses
Get boboed.
What does Bobo mean to me?
I found Hakupo 7 years ago now, sitting in the middle of an Utau melody. I told myself I would just turn off my tablet and listen to the music. Yeah that worked- guess who was next after the screen turned off. BOBO! I needed to see the little creature creating this melody. I turned on the screen, and was not disappointed. Fancy twink in a oversized tailcoat with weird pants. I remember rambling to my mom later about how cool he was, why he was so unique, and why this one specifically caught my attention.
He's been my special interest since then, everyone around me knows Hakupo wheather they like it or not. He's about 80% of everything I draw, 50% of what I talk about, and 100% of my little creature I snuggle up with every night.
Literally.
I have a Hakupo bodypillow. Can't sleep without him.
Anyways, he's helped me find a lot of my best friends *coughcoughmeatcoughrevcough*, never fails to make me happy, and helped everyone around me realize I'm extremely autistic. The least I can do is write an ungodly long propaganda post while drinking my coffee at 9 am.
Stan Bobo Oobieero.
Hakupo Memes for Propaganda
GO VOTE FOR HAKUPO ON @utaupoll AT 3 PM EST
Thanks, have a nice day.
#kiui speaks#i am so pissed that im gonna b in math#why is 30% of my grade attendance#utau poll#utau#hakupo tsukishiro#propaganda#hakupo sweep#i spent 3 hours writing this
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Blog FAQ. Backdated to 2/22/23 from 2/25/23, mostly to see whether it'd work.
I was @heroofthreefaces for ten years. 2/19/23 that blog was deactivated without notice or explanation and, at this writing, with no response to the resultant Support contact form sent. EDIT 3/27/23 heroofthreefaces was reinstated without apology or explanation; I elected to retain paulgadzikowski as my primary.
I was @d0ct0rwh0 for three days. 2/22/23 that blog was deactivated without notice or explanation and, at this writing, with no response to the resultant Support contact form sent, nor to a Twitter inquiry to Support 2/24/23 on behalf of both deactivations.
I'll write a proper FAQ here if this blog lasts long enough that the lack bothers me. Otherwise, I'm scarfman at Pillowfort and at Dreamwidth and heroof3faces at Twitter; and my webcomics are Arthur, King of Time and Space and The Hero of Three Faces.
EDIT 3/9/23 Okay, one thing I should probably mention even before I get around to creating a real FAQ is that I now have a sideblog for separating off all the activism and heavy matters reblogs, called @nosuchthingasaburdenonsociety, so that my main is safe for those who come to Tumblr to forget about life for awhile. Except the new text editor has this funny new quirk where posts/reblogs default to whichever of your blogs you used last, whereas I have ten years' muscle memory based on the legacy text editor defaulting to your main, and new blogs don't have the option to use the legacy text editor like my old blog did. So posts end up on the wrong blog sometimes. These posts get tagged wrong blog and usually get reblogged onto the correct one where they are also tagged wrong blog.
FAQ: What do you think of the new text editor? I hate it so, so much
EDIT 3/23/23 Well this blog's survived a month. Time for a FAQ I guess. This entry and every entry on this blog are at all times subject to editing for updates, corrections, and simple clarity.
My name's Paul Gadzikowski and I draw the webcomic The Hero of Three Faces, fanfiction crossovers but it's comic strips with stick figures but they're triangles. For nine-plus years I also drew Arthur, King of Time and Space which functionally was, among other things, King Arthur mashed up with my fanfiction.
Every day that there's an update at Three Faces, the next morning at or about 10:00 (all times US Central) I post a link here to it, which gets pinned to the top of the blog. Every evening at 22:00 I post a link to a "rerun", a cartoon in the archives; the rerun only gets pinned during annual summer hiatus of new updates.
Also I post and reblog fannish things. Doctor Who is my favorite and the Doctor is the primary character in Three Faces, because I've always loved crossovers and there's no better literary and literal device to facilite crossovers than a time machine. The top tier in my pantheon of fandoms consists of all Star Treks, Superman and superheroes (these days more screen than print versions), M*A*S*H, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Star Wars, and Dracula Daily; but anything I watch and read may show up in Three Faces or here, and lots of what my Tumblr mutuals watch and read too.
As noted above I have a side blog @nosuchthingasaburdenonsociety in order to keep my main safe for those who come to Tumblr to forget about life for a while. I can be sloppy inconsistent about parsing which posts go on which blog, especially now that the nusternucking new text editor defaults to whichever one where you last posted, instead of defaulting to your main like the old text editor did. And there are some serious topics which never did migrate to the sideblog, like racism in fandom and the coronavirus.
Most posts are queued, on both blogs, unless I want to respond to something conversationally, or I'm trying to be the first with the joke, or I feel like it. At least once a day - usually twice a day on my main - I adjust the queue rate to the number of posts in the queue; or, more recently, I've been setting my queue, depending on how much is in it, to no less than 20 a day and no more than 30 a day, because that cuts down on how often there's less than 20 in it. Barring unusual circumstances I'm posting (firing my queue) 24 hours a day and I probably seem most active the day after I've been most active.
This is a list of my most significant personal tags. Some of these may be from the old blog and not yet effective here (if you're looking for something specific you remember then remember to check the old blog too now that it's back). As a rule I'll try to use the same ones here as I did there though there are a few cases where I took advantage of the opportunity to revise.
I don't have a my art tag like some better-planning bloggers have. To take in all my art linked from or posted here, you'll need fancomics, sketches, cartoon reply, cartoons, and lotrh3f daily. (Also the old blog has a sideblog where for a few months I posted line art instead of triangle figures; see also the heroofthreefaces art tag FAQ.)
fancomics Three Faces posts, new and archive reruns
fan art Three Faces posts (unless it's AKOTAS instead of one of my fandoms) and others' art that's fan art
other's art Fan art and other art, reblogged, not by me
other's stories Others' writing and fanfiction
my stories My writing and fanfiction
fanfiction Posts that are, or are about, fanfiction, mine or others'
art Professional or classic art
sketches My drawings just for Tumblr
sketching while scrolling My drawings while scrolling Tumblr (any of these will also be tagged sketches)
cartoon reply When I reblog with a comment but it's in the form of a cartoon
character reply When I reblog with a comment in the form of a cartoon where the character is making a direct comment on the post to my readers (any of these will also be tagged cartoon reply)
chat cartoon reply When I illustrate a chat posted by someone else in a reblog on their post (any of these will also be tagged cartoon reply)
cartoons When I post with a comment in the form of a cartoon reprinted from my old fanfiction site retired when I started Three Faces, or from AKOTAS, or that's just not a sketch or a reply
lotrh3f daily In the vein of Dracula Daily, a mashup of The Lord of the Rings and The Hero of Three Faces tracking Frodo's quest according to the calendar dates in Appendix B (ongoing, will be complete 3/25/24). See lotrh3f for commentary.
in my style Redraws of others' art in triangle style. Will also be tagged cartoon reply or one of the other tags listed in the catch-all paragraph above
arthur king of time and space, akotas Cartoons from Arthur, King of Time and Space or using AKOTAS characters, or general discussion of AKOTAS, or (obviously) reprints from AKOTAS
atumblr Discussion of AKOTAS surplus of discussion from the AKOTAS site, or cartoons new here not appearing at AKOTAS or Three Faces
hero of three faces Discussion of Three Faces
behind the scenes May be behind the scenes for my work or for screen franchises I watch
maintenance When I go back and change or fix something in multiple comic strips on the Three Faces site, like changing how I draw a given character's hair for every instance in which they appear
math I have a spreadsheet for tracking the chronological order of the comic strips at Three Faces, the chronology of the screen story cycles which appear there, and many other things about it. And one for AKOTAS
reader response My reblog comments on others' reblog comments on my posts and reblogs
friday night clearing out my drafts What it says on the tin
tags tag For tags I want to remember or keep from duplicating
llol "literally laughed out loud" I only ever tagged things "lol" if I literally laughed out loud before Tumblr so here it's a tag
tags later Something I didn't want to tag because it'd give the joke away, or that I put off deciding what to tag, or that I think I have a tag for that I can't find. Once a week I go back and tag any that are more'n a week old
spoilers I tag spoilers (or doctor who spoilers) (or better omens for season 2 of Good Omens, though that's also what I tag for season 2 generally) for the first week after air/publication/whatever. Afterwards I don't trouble to remove the tags, if that matters. I also try to tag teasers so if you also don't want to see what I consider a teaser then you can block that too
tagging the crossover franchise would give the joke away what it says on the tin. Used when a Three Faces is first updated in the link post but generally not when it's later linked as a rerun.
wrong blog Here or on the sideblog this tag goes on a post or reblog that's ended up on the other blog than I meant, due to the conditions noted above in the edit dated 3/9/23. Sometimes when I discover the error I also reblog to the other blog, and sometimes when I do that I delete the original accidental reblog, and sometimes I just add the tag and let it go
I try to tag for others to find my posts but mostly I tag a post so hopefully I'll be able to find it again if I want.
Subject to further editing when I remember other things I wrote for the old blog's FAQ. Owait, now that it's back I can just link to it; check it out.
Thanks for reading.
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30 days of little space (© softlittlebun)
I don't wanna do 30 days, I'll do them all now
1. Favorite Disney movie/s? Ratatouille, Moana, Tangled, Lilo & Stitch, Cinderella (L.A), Maleficent
2. Talk about your stuffies! I don't have many no, but I had tons of them before I moved, now I only have my most favorite ones with me. I want more care bear ones, I miss my porcelain doll, I love those so much
3. Favorite Little snack? Apple sauce squeeze pouches (blended fruits), raspberries, grapes and cheese
4. Do you have a carer? I think my partner would count, I'll talk to him about it more. I think he'll be very open about it (◠‿◠)—☆
5. Perfect Little day? Coloring, watching cartoons, cuddling, reading, and playing board games
6. Do you use a binkie? No, but there so pretty (^‿^)
7. Do you use diapers? No
8. Favorite Little activity? Coloring
9. Are you a carer or sib too? My partner isn't a little but he acts like me (when I'm little) in different circumstances, so I guess you could say I am
10. Favorite TVshow/s? Santiago of the Seas, Sofia the first, Bluey, The big Comfy Couch, Strawberry Shortcake, Care Bears, My little Pony
11. Do you have hobbies? I do. I love to bake, cook, play video games, write, read, take photos, organize things, do Pilates, and yoga
12. Do you pet regress? I don't think so(?), I like pet names though (Little bug, Little Duck, etc.)
13. Describe your dream room! Lots as LOTS of colors, I want toys and stuffies and a cute yellow game set up
14. Favorite Little drink? Hmm, water, waters good, but I like mango Goya juice
15. What's your age(range)? I'm not too sure, somewhere between 6 and 12
16. Do you have a special blankie? I do! It's blue :)) I sleep with it every night
17. Describe your dream onesie! The Grinch hehe, bit also just anything soft with a hood
18. Favorite season & why!? Autumn, because Halloween. Plus it's not too hot, not too cold, all warm foods and all cold foods are good
19. Favorite Disney character? Rapunzel and Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)
20. What are your fears? Mmm...scare of the dark > < (and... La llorona)
21. How often do you regress? Hmm, maybe once a week? Recently 3 times in a week
22. Any comfort characters? Lilo (Lilo and stitch)
23. What puts you in Littlespace? Coloring, but mostly my partner, I feel safe with him
24. What's your bedtime routine? ... I should get one- I'll ask my partner to help me make one
25. What's your morning routine? Again, I'll ask my partner to help me make one
26. Favorite Little thing you own! RAINBOW BING BONG
27. Do you prefer sweet or savory? Savory
28. Do you use sippies or bottles? Neither, bit I want a sippie (｡ŏ﹏ŏ)
29. Favorite animal/s? Um.. All of dem(?), but I love elephants, cats, frogs, and sea turtles the mostest
30. Favorite Little dessert? Ice cream for sure, or moon pies, OH AND RASPBERRY THUMBPRINT COOKIES AND RASPBERRY CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM
#About isa#30 day challenge#agere#agere blog#sfw agere#sfw age regression#age regression#age regressor#agere community
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Non-Hornyposting
Caution: Not NSFW. There are no graphic verbal depictions of sexual acts.
For real, I'm just not thirsty. Don't read this unless you are just like, really not down bad at all and I dunno, want to not read someone's sex fantasies.
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I wanna do a lot of stuff. I wanna meet a total stranger, go back to their house, watch some cartoons and trace images of our favourite characters and just play with Lego for a little bit.
I want to pin papers down, stick some thumb tacks to a corkboard, then attach string to it and with their help solve a fictional murder that we invented together. Have them squeal with glee as we fight each other with pillows.
I want to buy their pet cat a new collar and give it so many pats, have them drop what they're doing and come to the park with me. We'll go for a walk and relax on a bench until it gets dark. Then, when I'm shivering, they can tease me, and put a jacket around me, and tell me that I'm the best thing that's ever happened to them, and I'll tell them the same.
We'll go back to the house and talk about all of the things we want to do, we'll sit down and binge a few episodes of the shows we're trying to watch, and we'll make goofy commentary and fall asleep cuddling.
I'll wake them up in the middle of the night when I go to grab a glass of water, and we'll realise we should probably be sleeping in a bed, or even like, brush our teeth at least, and then we can head back to the bedroom and cuddle some more.
I won't have fallen asleep yet, and I'll keep them up with my constant questions and bickering about my theories about TV shows, and they'll nuzzle me and tell me to shut up because it's 3 AM and we'll fall asleep, embracing as long as time permits.
A cheeky kiss before we get in the shower. I make breakfast in the morning, scrambled eggs and bacon on buttered toast. I don't think I can stay for long, but I might be persuaded. I'll take my leave, but we'll organise plans to catch up later, and write it down just in case they forget.
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You might've read some of that. DON'T GO AWAY.
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Hi anon, thanks for the ask!!! :D
1. How did you get into tmnt?
SO. When I was little, at my babysitter's we sometimes got to watch tv/cartoonsand everyone once in a while it worked out that I got to watch the 2003 series! I liked it a lot! Then i got old enough to not need to go to the babysitter, and we didnt have cable like my babysitter, (and we only got one channel at our house) so I wasnt able to see it anymore.
Cue a few years later when we moved and were able to get more channels. I was channel surfing for saturday morning cartoons and saw some familar characters, it was the turtles! So I started watching that channel as the aired the last season of the 2003 series and also got to watch the Turtles Forever movie on tv! They started to do reruns of the beginning of the show and then replaced its time slot with a new show.
I proceeded to mostly forget about it. About a decade later i see a few of my mutuals posting about the Rise series, get bored and decide to watch it. I love it. I read some fanfiction and then go about with other shows. Then the rise movie came out last year and I rewatched the series again. Then I was like. Hey I really liked the 2003 series when I was younger, but I dont remember much of it now. I should watch it again. so I did.
Read some fanfiction and then was entranced with Lego Monkie kid for a few months. My monkie obsession faded and I started reading fanfiction for tmnt again.
And then.... idk I just got more involved with the fandom and started watching the 87 series then bought a 5 movie set (the three movies from the 90's, the 2007 TMNT movie, and the batman one) from Walmart and now I'm suddenly collecting whatever media I can and have actually written my very first ever fanfic for the Rise movie.
TLDR: watched the 03 series when I was little. Then watched the Rise series out of college and then rewatched 03 and now I'm obsessed with all turtles lol
8. Favorite villain/antagonist?
Oh man that's hard. There's so many good ones. Ones I love to hate and ones I hate to love. I think 2003 Karai is pretty cool as an antagonist. She's so loyal to her father and wants to please him, but she's also honorable and that clashes with his methods sometimes so she has this struggle with that and then she fights the turtles in loyal vengeance of her father but then she ends up helping them because it's for the greater good and I just... I like characters who start out bad but have a change of heart and are dragged to the good side. (Baron draxum is also pretty cool both as a bad guy and as a "Dragged to the good side" guy lol).
17. What's your favorite pizza topping(s)?
I love pizza, but I'm such a picky eater, so theres a lot I dont like lol. But I love ground hamburger and bacon! Theres this one pizza place that has a "bacon cheeseburger" pizza that has hamburger, extra cheddar cheese I think, onion, and a garlic butter crust! I dont like big hunks of onion. but other than that it's my favorite kind of pizza! (I also like ham as a topping!)
22. Have you watched/read any of the iterations more than once?
As I mentioned above, I watched the 2003 series twice (but really could almost count it as once since I only remembered about 5% of it lol). I've seen the Rise series twice now and the movie 3 . No wait 4 times now (watched it twice as I was writing my fic).
And I've seen the Batman vs the tmnt movie 3 times :D (I really like that movie, I'm so happy i have it on DVD)
#Thanks again for the ask anon!!!#Ask game#Turtle ask game#Anonymous#How I got into tmnt is so funny#Like. If you imagine the fandom as a giant pit. I observed it for a while when I was little#went away. Came back for a bit. Disappeared for a decade#Crossed a bridge over it a couple times and then walked along the edge for abit#and now suddenly I'm at the bottom happily wallowing in the mud lol#Tmnt
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A Much Too Long Story About Subliminalbo
Oh, hi there. My name's Bo. I write mind control smut and make white eyes manips. I've been back on Tumblr for a minute now, but wanted to write a kind of about the author page? This was supposed to be the first section of an info page that included DNIs and content warnings but I'll figure that out soon. This kind of got out of control because goddamn do I like to talk. Anyway, before I jump into my dumb story I want to get the most important part out of the way:
I'm 28 years old. He/him. If you are transphobic, homophobic, racist, or ablest I will not interact with you. I am a cishet male so if I ever say anything that sounds profoundly privileged please correct me. I do not want to be part of the problem.
I'm approaching ten years with a presence in the online hypno manip space. Mind control has been an interest of mine since I was a child, following me from Saturday morning cartoons to weekend Toonami blocks and eventually here. As a kid it was just a trope I loved, and gradually I started recognizing it in more and more places. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Archie's Weird Mysteries, Ben Ten, Code Lyoko, Codename Kids Next Door, The Justice League, Teen Titans, and of course Totally fucking Spies all played their own roles in bringing me here.
As a teen I trolled the internet for whatever mind control related content I could find. I read sketchy Geocity sites and Blogger pages. I joined Yahoo Groups dedicated to cataloging and categorizing incidents of mind control in popular culture, and eventually it led me to the weird little community on Deviantart.
At the same time I was a member of a few non-fetish related role playing forums. (1) That eventually led me to Tumblr where I was an active blogger until the mid tens. The only reason I bring this part of my online life up here is because it was how I discovered white eyes manips. I stumbled on this Supernatural blog that specialized in demon eyes edits. (2) I never actively followed, but would occasionally drop in to see if any celebrities that I liked had been manipped.
When I graduated high school, I found myself both newly single and with a ton of sudden free time on my hands. I started experimenting with GIMP, following tutorials that the owner of the Supernatural blog had posted and soon began developing my own techniques.
I mean like, look how far I've come.
Admittedly the novelty of hot celebs with white eyes wore off on me pretty quickly, and I started writing stories to pair with my manips as soon as I began posting. I picked Deviantart because it was the first place I'd ever known an erotic mind control community to exist outside of skeevy Yahoo Groups.
The stories weren't even supposed to be smutty at first. My goal was to recapture the kind of stupid mind control hijinks that I remembered from those cartoons. I guess it's just a symptom of being a horny eighteen year old that I immediately turned to smut.
But mostly I just wanted to create the kind of content that I was looking for when I was joining Yahoo Groups. The erotic mind control scene has always been dominated by interests that don't necessarily align with mine. (3) At 18 that meant supermodels, mostly, so my first series was this patched together corporate thriller type thing where an evil lingerie company brainwashes supermodels to sign contracts away from Victoria's Secret. It had sex and brainwashing and inexplicable plot twists.
My first post to Deviantart featured a hastily written caption about Adriana Lima being abducted from a party. Somehow this ballooned into a bonkers seventeen part series called Fleur-de-lis. I've been running away from it ever since.
I felt pretty icky writing stories about real life people though, and soon after I finished Fleur-de-lis I moved onto writing about original characters. I took the philosophy of the old role playing days and used celebrities as the faces for my characters, but have been firm about the line between fiction and reality since. If I'm being honest, at some point I transitioned fully in my mind to a smut writer. If the white eyes stuff wasn't the most popular thing about my work I wouldn't even do it.
It's just a matter of fact for a cis hetero male in this space that there's a lot of soul searching to do. It's not lost on me that I started making manips during a period of intense loneliness in my life. I've been guilty of making more than one goodbye post just to return a few months later. There are a lot of things that I want to do with my life and many of those are creative. This has been my most consistent creative outlet over the last ten years and the thing that always brings me back is the feeling that I'm leaving something unfinished. (4)
It always comes back to the stories for me. I understand that fetishes are one way our minds compartmentalize and even overcome fear and trauma, but I really do believe that for me it was just seeing Ghostbusters too young and watching too much anime. I dunno, I grew up in the church and used to be super terrified of demon possession. Anyway, I am not a dominant person and I don't base the mind controllers in my stories as reflections of my own personality. I feel that in a lot of mind control fiction you can feel the writer on the page, you can see how the hypnotist is a veiled insert of themselves. But I find mind controllers to be some of the dullest characters in these stories. I'm more interested in transformations. How someone can be fundamentally changed into something that they are not, something they never could have imagined they could become. I don't know where that comes from. That feels like a trauma thing.
So here I am. Back on Deviantart and Tumblr after my big retirement, building worlds and overcomplicating the assignment more than I ever have before. If you're reading, I really appreciate you. Feedback is always welcome, positive or negative. Even if it's a few words of support, it means a lot to me to know that I'm not just tossing hard work into a void. I also like to talk a lot. This is just the first of a few "about me" stuff that I'm going to do and it'll eventually become a part of a larger page for FAQs and the much needed content warning. I just wanted to say a few words about myself that turned into like a thousand for some reason?
Anyway, I'm posting this and going to bed. Byye
1. We don't have to talk about the fandom that inspired me to write over 800 pages of dumb role playing bullshit.
2. Last I checked it's still kicking. On the surface it's completely innocuous and has never posted anything that was by definition NSFW, but it kind of has that ASMR vibe where you're pretty sure, somehow, there's something sexual about this.
3. What even is the deal with Kaa? I get for a lot of people Kaa was probably their introduction to mind control tropes as children, but it's a fucking snake. There are literally no good outcomes for these stories. Like is he gonna fuck the ladies? Because I'm pretty sure he wants to eat the ladies. Neither of those are good options to me.
4. I don't plan on leaving again. I've come to accept that fetishes are not necessarily a reflection of some inherent desire to do harm. This is, in part, a discovery made thanks to my partner who has her own problematic fantasies that are counterintuitive to her values.
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OK, I got permission from the coauthor (@leeemontreethesun , by the way a lovely person with lovely drawings to sign up for, I'm not implying anything at all) and now I can tell you more about this AU.
It's a modern, no magic, sns AU, so the character descriptions I'll give for a quick read will have pages attached that I'll figure out how to post.
I would like to say that the pairing here will be a secret, but come on you're on my account, what kind of pairing can be here?
So, here, enjoy a little bit of the information
1. John Mandrake, aka Nathaniel:
17 years
chronic fatigue hey yo.
lives in foster care with Jessica Whitewell, but only has a really warm relationship with Ms. Lutyens
three accounts: a base, a closed one with only Kitty, and an even more closed one where only he
goes to art college, is into photography.
has a single but precious friend, Kitty Jones, and he treasures her very much
loves coffee and evening London.
Give him sleep and a psychologist, pls
2. Kathleen Jones aka Kitty:
17 years old (yes her and Nat are the same age here)
goes to college with Nathaniel.
but went there at her parents' request.
not really into art college because she has different interests.
community activist.
wants to be a political scientist.
feminists
has friends from her old school
values her friendship with Mandrake more than life
doesn't know his real name.
likes to draw posters for peaceful rallies
watches cartoon shows with Bartimaeus until the wee hours of the morning as her raison to live
lingering at Nat's home library, too, by the way.
3. Bartimeus:
19 years old
Is a university student in the history department.
Has a particular love and focus on Ancient Egyptian history
(Don't) joke about becoming a history teacher
just the basic account, because "why the extra account?"
will eventually have a close account
moonlights as a barista near Kitty College, often guffaws with customers and co-workers
"Explain to me grandpa what swag and slay are, and what's the difference!"
truly magically manages to combine everything and anything
bestie with Kitty.
loves atmospheric movies
and also the faces of the customers after the next prank.
loves emoji from symbols:3
4. Rosanna Lutyens:
28 years old.
teacher at Nat's art college
"Selling a painting..."
- figure maser for Nathaniel
really loves her job and the kids
can give extra lessons if a student doesn't understand something
not very active on Twitter, but writes to John
Is especially attached to John, who obviously lacks caring
Gives him less homework if she sees the boy is tired
"Mr. Lovelace, I think I made myself clear: one more time you give John extra homework without explaining the material..."
Nat once even drew her a portrait for her birthday
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20 Questions: Writer's Edition
Tagged by @guqin-and-flute!
Q&A under the cut:
How many works do you have on AO3?
151 as of this morning. Dang!
What's your total AO3 word count?
191,595. Hey not bad~!
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
21 if you separate out the MDZS adaptations, 19 if you don't.
They are: The Untamed, MDZS, Nirvana in Fire, Arcane: League of Legends, Guardian, The Arcana (Visual Novel), Leverage, MDZS Cartoon, All For The Game - Nora Sakavic, Handsome Siblings (TV 2020), Children of the Consortium series - Cathy McCrumb, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Venom (Marvel Movies), Me and AU (Podcast), Books of the Raksura - Martha Wells, The Locked Tomb Series - Tamsyn Muir, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story, Goncharov (1973) - beelzeebub, Thor (Movies), The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells, and Cris Tales (Video Game)
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
1. Yunmeng In-Laws - CQL - cowritten with @iamwestiec - far ahead of every other fic by a LOT
2. pity the fool (who falls in love with you) - CQL/MDZS - cowritten with @iamwestiec and @spacewitchbot
3. A Fruitful Correspondence - CQL - cowritten with @iamwestiec (are you sensing a theme?)
4. The Grieving of the Bones - MDZS
5. What I've failed I will not unknow / What has failed me is not yet unknown - CQL
What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?
I think it's a tie between my two Mo Xuanyu fics — but now my ink's blood red not black and The Door Won't Open — although Give a Comb, Take a Kiss and The River Styx is high and wide are both close thirds.
What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?
Like Guq, most of what I write tends to be short fluffy one-shots, so, like, most of them? But if I had to pick one, maybe this post-canon polyamorous triple drabble for Nirvana in Fire is it.
Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the weirdest one you’ve written?
I do! I've written several! I think the silliest is probably my Untamed/Me & AU crossover where the crossover is actually with Selkirk, the fake TV show that the Me & AU characters are into.
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do! It's usually pretty nonstandard in some way or another? Fierce corpses, eldritch or otherwise monstrous characters, ace & trans characters, kinky stuff, not much of a focus on penetrative sex for the most part (not that I haven't written penetrative sex, mind)
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Yes, though not on any particular schedule. I will reply either right away or months later, and there's not any method to which it will be XD
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Only once but it was that Xiyao troll that was going around being an ass to everyone who writes even a smidge of non-negative xiyao, so it didn't really bug me. I've received some "well actually" style comments as well, which are more annoying.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I fucking hope not! XD;;;
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! And a poem, too!
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Ahaha I sure have! See above -- my most popular fics are all cowritten ones.
What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?
Well, according to my AO3 stats, it's a tie between SongXiao and ChengQing (9 fics each), although WangXian and platonic Yunmeng Shuangjie are in second place (7 fics). I think WangXian suffers from the "background canonical ship" effect in my fics, though, for the most part. But honestly, I like a lotta weird lil rarepairs so the 151 fics I've posted up on AO3 so far are mostly all one-offs.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
But, After All, I Am A Wen my beloved 😭😭😭 I'm trying, I swear.
What are your writing strengths?
I think I write good dialogue! I also think I'm pretty darn good at, like, interior character work? IDK how to phrase that. But, like, conveying shit about a character's psychology in a show-don't-tell sort of way. I hope.
What are your writing weaknesses?
Finishing the damn thing. ;-; Also anything that involves choreographing bodies in space absolutely destroys me. Fight scenes, sex scenes, dance scenes... I struggle.
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I like it if it's done smoothly! In my own writing it varies a lot how much I insert from languages other than English, and my reasoning is mostly about flow and tone.
What was the first fandom you wrote for?
In a notebook never shared with anyone I think it was Irene Radford's Dragon Nimbus series, where I think I inserted a unicorn character? First thing I ever shared online was a Yugioh fic where I inserted a dragon shapeshifter character. (I have since removed it from the internet.)
What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?
Uhhhhh. How can I possibly pick??? I like most of them! I still go back and reread a bunch of them for my own pleasure :)
If you see this and you wanna do it, consider yourself tagged!
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Hello!! Congrats on the 600 followers millestone! I loved the matchups you made for me recently so here I am for your event! I think the idea is super cute!
I’m 5’4’’ (164 cm), I have short, bulky, slightly wavy dark brown hair, brown eyes and a lot of moles over my face. I also have a small scar on my lip! I like to wear bright and warm colors, and almost all of my clothes are very fresh.
The characters: Edward Elric, Megumi Fushiguro and Kyojuro Rengoku!!!
LIKES; red (my absolutely favorite color OF ALL TIME, kokkino means red btw!). I love the sun! Hot weather are the best. I love to eat, and I think I prefer salty food over sweet food, like hamburgers and fries, but chocolate is my passion. I also like cartoons and cinema very much.
DISLIKES; I simply hate almost everything that’s cold. The weather, colors, people… the only cold thing that I LOVE is ice cream! I dislike painting, waking up late and reading.
HOBBIES; I love drawing, travelling, singing and to write stories.
PERSONALITY; I'm a very energetic, playful, quirky, funny and goofy person. Modesty aside, I have an excellent sense of humor. I'm a little irritable, very jealous, selfish and stubborn sometimes. I’m very boyish and a little clumsy, I bump into walls and trip very often. I accidentally hurt myself a lot. I'm very passionate and emotional, so it's easy to make me very excited, I become so happy and cheerful easily! My mood changes very, very quickly. I'm very impatient and anxious. I've been biting my nails since I was a kid and I have a lot of small anxiety triggers. I’m a crazy optimistic, resolute and determined. I don’t believe in destiny, when something goes wrong for me, I gotta search for a solution! I'm bad at hearing advices, I just do the same thing I wanted to in the start. Sadly, I'm very stubborn and selfish sometimes.
SEXUALITY; I’m a pansexual girl!
HOGWARTS HOUSE; Hufflepuff all the way
DREAM CAREER; Animator (working for Pixar. What a dream)
FAVORITES; color: red (who could have guessed); animal: dogs and bears; time of the day: morning!; flower: snapdragon; season: summer!; scent: almost any food being made; subject from school: philosophy; movie: the little prince (2015); band: Panic! At The Disco; disney princess: Rapunzel.
FUN FACTS; #1: I'm healing from three injuries right now! I got hurt on the barnacles when I dove in a river recently lol, but I’m almost very ok!; #2: I’m brazilian!; #3: I would LOVE to be a traveler and know all the places in the world and beyond, but….. freedom takes green.
Also I would like to have kids if my s/o wants it. Very neutral about it, but if they want it, I would feel more encouraged. But only in, I don't know, ten years from now? Oh and I would love to marry someday with the love of my life and things like that, put a ring on their finger and make them feel happy for the rest of their life, all that. Hopeless romantic.
Congratulations again! And thanks in advance ☀️
Hello lovely! I hope you like your request! Sorry this took so long, I'm in the middle of quitting one of two jobs and also moving!
Edward Elric Request:
Compatibility: 83%
How Did You Meet?: You were a citizen of Liore and escaped just before the fights started. You actually helped Edward and Alphonse expose Father Cornello. Years later, the two of you found each other again and hit it off :)
How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: This is years after the Promise Day, so Edward can’t use alchemy anymore (whoops, spoilers, sorry), but that doesn’t mean he won’t teach you. He actually sets up a school of his own to teach beginning alchemy to others to help around Resembool, where he lives when he’s not traveling. And once you grasp the basics of alchemy, you help teach while he is away! But he also takes you traveling with him since you like it as well. One of your favorite trips is to visit Alphonse in Xing with Mei Chang :)
Marriage?: Yes! He proposes in Resembool, and the two of you get married! Winry is the Maid of Honor, and Alphonse is the Best Man. And, of course, there’s an empty chair right next to Gracia and Elicia for Maes.
Kids?: If you want them, then you have a boy and a girl! Both are alchemical prodigies, and Edward cries when they perform their first alchemical feat for the first time.
What Does the Future Hold?: The two of you definitely have your share of arguments, but what couple doesn’t? However, you both usually apologize really quickly and make up fairly easily. Overall, the two of you live happily until you both pass away peacefully in your sleep in your older years.
Fushiguro Megumi Request:
Compatibility: 78%
How Did You Meet?: You were a new student to transfer from Kyoto to Tokyo in Megumi’s third year. You became fast friends with Kugisaki and Itadori, but Megumi was a bit of a challenge to get to open up. However, he began to once you proved your prowess and saved his life from a curse.
How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: Usually, the two of you work together exorcising curses. Itadori and Kugisaki are usually paired together because they amplify each other’s strengths while you do that for Megumi.
Marriage?: Megumi doesn’t seem like the type to marry anyone? But he’s totally down for a lifelong partner! To him, marriage is just a slip of paper from a judge confirming something he already knows.
Kids?: Signs point to no :/
What Does the Future Hold?: The two of you travel a lot for the higher-ups and are usually paired together on missions. You both have each other’s backs and protect each other with your lives. To Megumi, you are his first priority on assignments, and getting home safe to you is his number one goal. And vice versa for you! You both have a deep trust in each other and live happily despite a couple of arguments and fights sprinkled in between.
Rengoku Kyojuro Request:
Compatibility: 87%
How Did You Meet?: You are a fellow demon slayer and the Snow Hashira! You meet Rengoku for the first time when all the Hashira come together for a meeting, and you are announced as a new member of the Hashira rank.
How the Relationship Will Work From Day to Day: You two are usually pretty busy with your own sections of Japan and dealing with demons. But you two always make time for each other and communicate mainly through crow. When you two are able to, you two meet up for a date night or two and have a blast! As a demon slayer, you do a lot of traveling, and you are actually stationed in one of the hotter regions of Japan.
Marriage?: Yes! Definitely!
Kids?: If you want one, then you have a very well-behaved son that takes after his favorite (and likely only) uncle Senjuro :)
What Does the Future Hold?: You two stay together for a while and even get married and have your son until the events of Mugen Train. However, no one fills your heart after that, and you remain a widow for the rest of your life and raise your son by yourself with a bit of help from Senjuro.
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I have seen a lot of hate for BotBots on social media sites so I want to share my thoughts on it. Please note that I have consumed every cartoon, movie, and almost every comic over the past 30+ year history of the franchise and that variety is key to have a long lasting fandom like Transformers.
I think it's very refreshing when my kids (17 and 9, respectively) and I (an older 30 something) can enjoy the same Transformers show. We are 3 very different Transformers fans in terms of what and who we like, but there we were this morning laughing hysterically over BotBots. We binge watched the entire 10 episodes. My kids and I have nothing but love for this show, and if you go in expecting nothing, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
But why are some fans so hellbent on hating a show like this? Why constantly demand all shows cater to one specific type of fan? It seems silly to limit the potential of bringing in new young fans. Times change, and you have to accept that Transformers has to change with it.
Because let's be real, Transformers wasn't always a dark, dreary colorless drama for adults. G1 was a bright, colorful toy ad to appeal to the youth of the 1980s, and the characters were filled with humor and personality relevant to that generation. Botbots nails that very same concept for a modern day kids audience and I applaud this show for not being another depressing, edgy, heavy political drama full of stuffy and pretentious dialouge in some half assed attempt to please snooty geeks who want to gatekeep children out of a fandom that is based on toys.
Alien robots are for everyone. There is no rule that states all Transformers content must cater to adults only all the time. There's also no rule that says Transformers is just for kids. The truth lies somewhere in the middle.
Botbots did whatever the heck it wanted to do (there's a whole episode centered on LARPing, another one about going to Prom, and one episode has Burgertron admitting he writes fanfic!) and it all works great because it doesn't care what "hardcore" or "real" fans think. The levels of chaos and insanity in this show is glorious, but so is the relatable-ness of the main chatacters. It's truly heartwarming to see those little bots trying to find their way amongst their own kind that repeatedly rejects them for being too different or for messing everything up just by existing. Kinda like how I feel in the Transformers fandom most of the time.
And of course the serious political drama side of Transformers has a place in the fandom too. Just because I love TFPrime and the MTMTE/LL comics, doesn't mean I have to stop loving Car Robots and Cyberverse.
This post is not bashing those who enjoy the Netflix trilogy/Combiner Wars trilogy or the current comics. I love them dearly, as I love all TF media, and they deserve to exist in the fandom. I'm glad they do.
This post is about how some fans have been trying to keep out new or younger ones by being hyper critical toward a show with a different target audience than what they are. Bashing the fans who enjoy stuff like BotBots or Rescue Bots is ultimately unhelpful. It drives people away from participating in fandom spaces, making diversity of thought in those fan places stagnant.
New fans = growth. Growth = more cool new stuff. It's not advanced science folks. (Leave that to Brainstorm and Shockwave please.)
This post is about making room for a variety of shows and being inclusive to all fans, whether they like IDW, Bayverse, the Unicron trilogy, BW, RiD2015, or whatever. And for a fandom that revolves around characters physically changing their bodies, some of y'all ironically have issues accepting changes.
It's sad that adult fans can't appreciate humor and joy in animated shows anymore and feel the need to rip on stuff like BotBots or Rescue Bots Academy to somehow make their own nerd butts look superior. Because in their minds, why should Transformers be fun or inclusive for everyone?
I've been told numerous times that those who don't like the more mature content within the fandom don't matter or belong here 🙄 which brings up something else I've been wanting to say to some adult fans on various TF Facebook pages:
Black Lives Matter. If you have a problem with two black kids being the main characters in the upcoming new show Earthspark, then gtfo of this fandom and go die mad about it you racist twatwaffles. It absolutely enrages me to see adults make gross racist comments about children, and hate like that has no place in this fandom.
I look forward to watching Earthspark with my kids and giving it a chance, as well as seeing Anthony Ramos and Dominique Fishback in the new live action Transformers movie 'Rise of the Beasts' next summer.
Because at the end of the day, if I can get a cool action figure to add to my collection, see the joy in my kids eyes as we spend time together watching a cartoon, read people's indepth analysis of characters, or give likes to cool fanarts by talented people inspired by Transformers, then it's all worth it. That's some of the stuff that makes our fandom so much fun, and that is what keeps me coming back for the past 30 years now, and hopefully 30 more years yet to come.
Until then... Til all are one! ❤
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