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malboraslihan · 8 months

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hello friends <3 it's been a while since i posted a plotting call / interest post so i finally sat down today and wrote (more like assembled) plots / threads ideas i've been wanting to do. if you're interested in any of those LIKE THIS POST and i'll send you a message. just an important observation: we don't need to actually plot out most of these (some require working out details but that's it), if you want to write that plot with me just tell me which one and which muse you're interested and i'll write you a starter! so yeah basically, if you like any of those: * like the post * tell me which plot and which muse you want me to use (or which muse you think would work from your end so i can figure out who to use!) * i'll write you that starter

some need to knows... ig?

please do not worry about "making it fair" or anything like that, most of these plots are for my males and they're actual muses i want to develop so don't feel pressured to only choose one or all that.

on that same note, do not ask for a plot with one my girls just because you want one from my men. i honestly prepfer you pick plots you actually want to do instead of doubling threads and shit like that.

i'm open to plotting! but if we're gonna do it, i'd prefer we do it on discord cause the tumblr ims are always glitching to me and i keep losing tracks of things. so, if you wanna talk about things AND I'D LOVE TO, just lmk and i'll message you / give you my discord as well. (also, if we rp on discord and you wanna write some of these there, i'm obvs open<3)

these plots do not all need to be f/m ! i'm very open to make most of them f/f and while i'm a little more selective with who i write m/m plots, i'm willing to work things out if you have an idea :)

the bianchi reign

you're dating the mob boss / you're his sister / daughter and i'm his second in command but i can't stay away from you and you quickly realize it and we're flirting but if anyone finds out i'm dead

i'm infiltrating your gang to try and destroy it but we started sleeping together and it turns out there's feelings now but i just got an order to murder / kidnap you so now what

we were never close, i always thought you were annoying and now you fucked up big time on a mission and my father who's your boss wants to kill you but i marry you to stop him (insp)

i faked my own death to protect you/stop people from killing me/save our people and now three years later i send you a text asking you to meet me and at first you think it's a joke but then you come anyway and hi i'm alive (for noah!!!)

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au (maybe the crime was actually a fuck up inside the gang so now they're wanted <3) (for lorenzo or hazel)

the hawthorne family

you're dating my brother but he's constantly leaving you alone during events or even family trips to kiss my dad's ass and try to maintain his job so i keep you company until we're both drunk one night and i let it slip that i would love to kiss you

a plot where he’s a little too old for her but she doesn’t care. he thinks she’s immature and too reckless with her behavior. but she’s hellbent on proving him otherwise. so she applies for the position of his new personal assistant and he can’t help but appreciate her determination. of course he hires her but he does nothing short of giving her a hard time because this is her first job and she has no idea what she’s doing. but crap he finds her crying in the bathroom and his first instinct is to hold her and comfort her. he can’t believe he’s the cause of this and wises up fast. also maybe it has to do with his now urge to protect her. (for arthur)

not another rockstar by maisie peters.. just that toxic good old fangirl x stupid rockstar dynamic (for jean/hunter)

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au (for hunter, jean)

‘we had a one night stand a couple of weekends ago and i really didn’t think i’d ever see you again but wow, now i’m sitting in your office interviewing for a job but all i can think about is the incredible s3x we had’ (for adam or arthur)

rich kids

a poly relationship, could someone who is just as rich as them or someone who isn't and they're spoiling the fuck out of them... someone who worked for one of them before or a friend idk (mostly for gigi, hunter and sara) (insp)

since i’m on a sugar baby phase imagine a plot where a college student is absolutely pampered by annoymous guy. all he asks in return is to be remained mysterious, occasion nudes, and all the attention he craves. she’s all too willing to give it for the pretty penny he’s offering. but her birthday comes around and he surprises her with a trip to see her favorite singer / actor with vip access / meet & oh hold a second, how does he know my name ? (for jean or hunter / hae park (nicha yontararak fc) / angel)

someone give me a thread where this rich dude falls for the normal down to earth girl nd introduces her to his world full of private jets nd yachts nd all that stuff and yES PLEASE

acotar/royal

we're fighting in different sides of a war and when we meet during a negotiation we find out we're mated

stuck in a mission together and we've always hated each other but then it's freezing cold and we have only one bed in this shitty cabin we're staying for the night so we should cuddle

you are supposed to get married to make peace between our countries/courts but we hate each other and we're constantly bickering and fighting and i think you might have actually tried to kill me once or twice (insp)

harbor springs

a plot based on ‘tis the damn season…. small town, childhood friends, one stayed put and the other moved away for college… now comes back for the holidays ten years later… pls

based on stick season by noah kahan: we were best friend since day one, dated during high school and broke up because you left for college / pursue your dreams and i stayed behind but one day i get a notification from you that you liked a photo or you shared a by pic and i liked and we just go back to talking and we're getting close again until you invite me to spend summer with you wherever you are and i actually been saving up money to leave town so i go and when i see you again i know i'm definitely still in love with you (for videl, keegan, ivy, patrick, angel, rani)

sports themed

(the nationals + tobias + gregory)

based on the trade by ki stephens: the hockey team has a tradition of trading dates during the end of season dinner and i invite you and make my best friend invite your roommate cause i wanna get with her but we actually start getting close and i fall in love with you but at the night of the dinner one of the guy spills everything (for benny or gael)

based on the deal by elle kennedy: i'll pretend i'm your boyfriend if you agree to tutor me and of course we fall in love (for benny, keegan or dane)

based on icebreaker by hannah grace: you hate hockey players and you say that to my face after i make a move on you so now i have to prove you wrong (bonus points if she's a figure skater and he has to help her after her partner bails or smt) (bonus points if they share the same rink so they're always bickering about late practices and shit) (for benny, keegan or gael)

he left his hometown to play professional and ended up breaking up with high school sweetheart because the distance and the busy schedule was just too much but a few years later he's won the superbowl and he's miserable and he meets her at some random party in his new town and wait she's engaged to someone else (for tobias, greg, benny, keegan)

plot where muse a is a star athlete on a professional team, and they go to a bar/pub after a great victory, where they meet muse b - a very attractive, bitter stranger wearing a fan jersey from the rival team.

a frat boy who’s like every normal frat boy. he drinks too much, he parties, and he sleeps with random girls but everything changes when he’s around the girl from back home. the girl that really matters to him. he doesn’t want to admit that he likes her a lot but, that’s what it comes down to when one of the guys in his frat house wants to hook up with her and she’s perfectly willing. (for benny or keegan)

horror plots

some spooky muses i made <3

muse a and muse b get stranded on a roadtrip and are offered a place to stay by a friendly looking local, only to find out they’re a serial killer looking to make them their next two victims. ( + bonus points if they’re exes who literally just broke up minutes before their car broke down??? the drama )

based on x, we're renting a farm house to film a college project / independent horror film / porn and one of our friends disappears on the first day and then our car disappears and now we don't know what to do cause there's no one around and the nearest stop was a forty minutes car drive away

i made you join a cult with me (recruited you / joined with you / made you join whatever) but now shit is happening and you're miserable and i can't bear to see you like this cause i actually grew too fond of you so i don't know what to do but i keep protecting you a little too much and people are going to realize at some point (for ubon or milo)

misc

popular girl x her best friend.. bonus points if the popular girl has a boyfriend or is constantly hooking up with different people (for ivy, giovana, madeline, rani)

church girl + unholy bf (for rani) and the opposite church boy + unholy gf (for jacob, videl)

lacy by olivia rodrigo: you're dating my ex boyfriend but i'm actually obsessed with you and not really sorry that i lost him. (bonus points if they're in the same friend group) (for giovana, madeline, anastasia, grace, hazal, saja)

i really want a plot based two weeks ago by maisie peters.. the whole vibe of being in love with someone and have it finally happen before they need to get on a plane and go somewhere else? really want to explore the long distance relationship situation with all the jealousy and missed calls, timezones that don’t match (for literally anyone.. but some that i could see this working with are: jacob, videl, benny thompson, gigi, rani, ivy, pinar)

i'm pretty sure my husband/boyfriend is cheating on me so i go out to do the same but i can't just sleep with a random but then i meet you, my long time friend and we end up talking and laughing until i kiss you and we hook up but now i'm trying to work things out with my husband/boyfriend but i can't stop thinking about you (insp) (for anastasia, fatma, grace, nari / arthur, finnley, keegan, tobias)

“your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” (for gigi, gael, theo hughes (kaden h fc))

he fucked up big time but he never forgot about her and was constantly trying to fix their relationship until at some point he gives up and that's when she finally texts back / shows up at his door (for jacob, patrick, videl, arthur / hazal, verda) insp

a nice, shy, nerdy boy who literally no one pays attention to asks the popular, outgoing, ray of sunshine out and she was so confused and didn’t think he meant it at first but she agrees anyway because she doesn’t want him to feel bad because she sees that he really tried so hard to ask her out? and maybe it didn’t work out so well at first but he tries again anyway? it doesn’t work a few times because of her schedule but he’s really sweet so she agrees to another more because it wouldn’t hurt and by the end of the date he works up the courage to ask if he could kiss her and she reluctantly says okay - and completely underestimates him but holy shit that wasn’t a chaste kiss? and before she knows it her clothes are on the floor and he’s fucking her like a whore but she’s so intO IT? (for sebastian aka my luke hemmings fc muse)

accidentally swapped phones with someone at a party and don’t realize until their mom calls in the morning and you spend like three hours talking to this hilarious woman about life and when you go to her house to return her kid’s phone wow the kid is the really good kisser from the party last night au (for maddie, videl, benny, aurora, tobias)

we dated in high school, i wrote a book about you five years later and now you’re at a fan event asking for an autograph.. (for the writer: maddie / for the ex: benny, benny hawthorne, tobias, videl)

“i’ve lost my memory and idk who you are but i just have this feeling that i’m supposed to trust you” (for arthur, videl, jacob)

“i’m in love with you and i just watched you get proposed to by your boyfriend right before my eyes and now i’m upset” (for jacob, patrick, keegan)

before trilogy inspired: we were the only ones waiting for a train but it was delayed for twelve hours / our next flight connection is not until tomorrow and we just decide to walk around the city and we end up kissing, i like you too much and i don't wanna lose this but it's time to go and we make a pact to come back here next month but we never actually do for different reasons and then 3/5/10 years later we meet again somewhere else.. (for ivy, rani, hunter or saja)

#so ! it took me ages to finally write this down but it's here HELLO #there's actually a few muses that i haven't been able to use and i want to so.. they're all around this list #it got long.. i'm sorry #but i also tried to separate by theme/verse so it's easier?#or idk if it actually makes it easier but oh well.#i just needed some “pre plotted” threads cause i've been missing them #so ig here it it #sorry for any gramma errors i just word vomitted and did not proof read anything #i'll shut up now #wanted plots

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ashenberry · 1 year

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GENERAL DGS2-3 SPOILERS TRED LIGHTLY

[ID: A collection of ms paint doodles featuring characters from the great ace attorney.

Image 1: Ryuu and Van Zieks are playing chess. There is a note pointing towards Van Zieks that reads, "doesnt know how hes losing to this chicken mcnobody" and a note pointing towards ryuu that reads, "honestly just cracked at chess"

Image 2: Ryuu and Iris, who is in her purple outfit, are looking at a portrait on the wall featuring Reigen Arataka from mob psycho 100. Iris comments, "damn this bitch ugly" to which ryuu follows up with "fr" Van zieks is seen below the portrait, furious.

Image 3: Ryuu and Iris are wide eyed looking down. Iris says, "oh my god he definitely murdered a guy" there is a note pointing towards ryuu and iris that says, "looking at a wine bottle" Van Zieks is standing behind them, unamused, with a note that reads, "literally standing right there"

Image 4: Sholmes giving a thumbs up saying ,"gregson would be a real hit in the gay community"

Image 5: A screenshot of Reigen Arataka from mob psycho 100 sitting politely with sholmes clothes drawn over him

Image 6: ryuu saying "HI SLUT" to the previously described image

Image 7: Iris gestures towards sholmes, who has both hands on his hips but looks worried, and says, "HEY RUNO WANNA SEE HOW HARD I CAN KICK THIS SHOLMES STATUE IN THE NUTS" there is a note pointing towards iris that says 'knowingly'

Image 8: Ryuu and Iris standing next to eachother making :3 faces

Image 9: Ryuu yells at sholmes, "STOP KINNING OUR MURDERER" while sholmes thinks of the strangler from spongebob

Image 10: Susato looks to the side and says, "I wonder where mr sholmes is" Sholmes is dancing in the background with a note that says, "breaking it down, as ne put it, "sexual style"

Image 11: Ryuu points ahead of him jaw dropped and says "IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER" Susato looks worriedly over and says, "we knew he was gonna be here???" in the upper right is a cut of doodle of bear ryuu and susato with the word "diggus" under it

Image 12: Ryuu dancing with the text, "lets dance mr slut"

Image 13: Susato dancing with the text "fuck it im gonna do my hail marry theory"

Image 14: Ryuu pointing towards a jpeg of Enoch drebber with the text "ok and? above. Ryuu says, "YES ITS OUTLANDISH BUT YOU KNOW WHO THE VICTIM IS AND ALSO LLOOK AT THEIR HAIR"

Image 15: The judge thinking, "damn these beasts loud!" with the jurors below

Image 16: Sholmes, crying, says, "none of you appreciate my catholic humor >:'("

Image 17: Sholmes is dumping a bucking with the word bleach on it and says, "i love bleaching the sea" gregson is running towards him from behind yelling "THATS HE THAMES U-" the rest is cut off but enough remains to tell it says "SON OF A BITCH"

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figured id post my dgs doodles from jeffs lets play

#dgs2 spoilers #tgaac spoilers #sketchin'#very long id but im not sorry there were a lot of images <3

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ika-kujira · 1 year

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mob psycho makes me CRY

the new episode makes me cry so i wrote a piece on the section where mob is talking to "himself" and some other assorted parts because Holy Fuck

im gonna say the ''''real'''' one is mob and the one going psycho is shigeo ok like shigeo being faceless shows so much how hes tried to ignore that part of him and push it away from himself that its unrecognizable and it's characteristically 'un-mob' like to him, hence not having his face. showing his feelings, wanting things, being a little self centred and using his powers freely, these are all things he feelshe feels are all 'not mob traits' and he doesnt associate those actions with himself, so the manifestation those things don't have a face. Even at first, he doenst recognize it as himself, its merely these lines jumbled together in a ball all fuzzy and everything. he doesn't even want to acknowledge that part being apart of him at first, but when he does (abeit unconsiously) it turns into a sketch see-through sillouhette of him. another way u can interpret it could be that its starting to have a life of its own and 'break free' of him - becoming literally a separate entity

then immediately after his face peeling off holy shit. its starting to take control of his life (even though it has already) and make mob the faceless one. too much oppression of your own feelings can make you lose who you really are (or your 'persona') when it breaks out. It makes mob feel like hes slowly turning into the ??? or shigeo part of him, and thinks that that will be all that becomes of him, so 'mob' loses his face and colour. and its like multifaceted - its showing how the emotional part (shigeo) is starting to slowly take over his life and consume him making him no longer 'him'.

shigeo going into an outburst mode - like using his powers. could be a literal metaphor for getting angry and such. the fact that all the characters so far have tried and failed to stop him shows sort of how all the emotion repression from him has lead up to that, the build up of anger / idk what to call it. In the moment of having an outburst you dont care for & about others. teru - he gave no shits about harming him because he was angry or in that mode which he couldnt control. he didnt care about destroying what others worked for (sakurai and koyama). even when others tried to be there for him to shoulder the burden it didnt work, he was so overwhelmed by emotions in that moment that he didnt care others were trying to be there for him, he just got angry and fucked them off. the people who tried to help him got harmed because of him (body improvement, sho, suzuki, ritsu, teru)

mob didnt release his emotions freely and didnt vent them in a healthy way, with this outburst kind of being the way the emotions are coming out. and at its core its trying to say that you truly cannot live while repressing your emotions. if you let it be, it will eventually overwhelm you and become the only thing that people associate with you and that you think of yourself. he didnt vent the trauma from the incident and it become the one thing he felt defined by. You harm others & yourself. your emotions become all that there is to you, and it consumes every part of you. i guess its tryna say that you should accept your emotions as it comes, repression is bad it leads to that and harms others around you when it seeps out

THIS SHIT MAKES ME BAWL SO HARD theres so much more i wish to write but i have an exam tomorrow so that shall wait. i want to comment more on sho’s father and in general the episodes of the the latest arc in more detail but ill wait more till the show finishes to comment HOLY SHIT THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING GOOD

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 s3 #mp100 season 3 #mob psycho season 3 #mob psycho 100 spoilers #mp100 spoilers #mob psycho #holy fucking shit #the new ep was so good im crying #i spent 30 mins writing this

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tflaw · 1 year

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HELP i just remembered that i sent u a separate ask talking abt fruit vendor kuni but i was almost half asleep when typing it and idk if i clicked send or just straight up exited the app 😧 if u didn't receive one lmk !! i'll try remembering what i typed ASSJJDS

+ oh pls dottore is just getting sillier n sillier as the story progresses 😭 my heart breaks for kuni i swear :(( what signora said was OUTTA POCKET LIKE ?? the way she said that he's only the sixth harbinger bc he can handle more abuse from dottore ?? it made me want to cry fr </3 and help the way he made a full circle w the name u gave him AHAHA but the meaning behind it is rlly nice he deserves a name w a lot of thought behind it !!

+ hmm i suggest investing in some support cards !! i recommend buying cards like liben, katheryne, paimon, and the jade chamber !! theyre good for all around situations especially when ur elemental dice rolls into something that doesnt match ur active character card !! try getting a healer card like barbara or diona, n one of the best reactions r swirl and electro-charged since it affects the other cards on standby too so u can save some of ur dice n turns. good luck on tcg !! i hope we can play it tgt next time hihi AND I FORGOT TO WISH U THE BEST ON UR FINALS OMG ... im rooting for u, ava <33

+ aaa i could rlly feel the vv domain curse again 😭 since i have so many pieces from the gilded domain, i just went back to vv for the the other supports im abt to build :// i kept getting maiden though so 💀 i'm gonna be in there for a while SMH and omg that situation w kuni is literally me w yoimiya pls almost all of her artifacts r copium but manages to hit 61k on her own :')) like what is she DOINGG but yea .. seems like some characters r just too good that they cant be bad at all kssnsk i cant wait to build him soon !! we can finally bully mobs without me dying by then <3

oooh i got the ask!! i’m saving it to expand later same w the thoma ask <33

+ he’s so silly 4 that ngl the lack of remorse LMAO he just wants to be a menace !! and to think he’s the 2nd harbinger and we’re gonna fight him one day agakjs carrying 100 sweet madame fr >< and thats why she’s dead 😔 kuni took that seriously <//3 PLS i was debating changing it completely but i feel like he’s lightning in a different version entirely so i decided to include it hehe

+ i played tcg last night!! fought keqing and ayaka :,)) now i have one ayaka card i also bought wgs for diluc and crimson witch artifacts hihi youre right u actually get the game as u play and move along !! hoping i won’t be addicted <//3 thank u for the tip!! i’ll try doing it and pls youre gonna kick my ass on tcg i can feel it AGJSH im so dumb when it comes to this type of game <//3 i just wanna challenge cyno and defeat him and let him eat dust

+ i don’t touch that domain anymore GASJHA i don’t touch artifacts domain these days. she’s so powerful and i kinda wished i didn’t lose my 50/50 on her banner <//3 i have decent shimenawa pieces for her but ig i’ll get her next rerun !! if u need any mushrooms for kuni just lmk !! i’m saving the mushroom in my world for anyone who needs them !! <3

#from ai <3.#✉️: hotmail.

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want?

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic.

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days.

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours.

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much.

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment.

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk.

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog.

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them.

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway.

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine.

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care.

You were comfortable and content.

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[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered.

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too.

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes.

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion.

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by.

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse.

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance.

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows.

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures.

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly.

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger.

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished.

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego.

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office.

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood.

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk.

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods.

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up.

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way.

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control.

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath.

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks.

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on.

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.”

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen.

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants.

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you.

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you.

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you.

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming.

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state.

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold.

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe.

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body.

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?”

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment.

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you.

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you.

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut.

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically.

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back.

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed.

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him.

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides.

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty.

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?”

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock.

“Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.”

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best.

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him.

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded.

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way.

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily.

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit.

“You’re my good girl.”

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his.

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably.

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god.

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.”

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw.

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been.

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness.

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips.

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted.

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings.

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech.

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue.

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right.

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back.

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet.

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them.

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained.

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat.

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full.

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in.

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer.

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest.

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it.

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greenorangevioletgrass · 3 years

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Mob!haz fucking you on his desk🥵

yes pls and thank you 😌 headcanons coming your way!

cw: mob!haz, fluff, smut (oral - f, public play, some playful slapping, unprotected sex)

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mkay SO

you come into his office to pick him up as he works late

and of course, he's all hunched over his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers before him

so you put down your purse and sit on the edge of the desk for him, fingers carding through his wavy curls comfortingly

he turns into a puddle when you do that, resting his head on your lap with a deep sigh

but his cheek falls on a lacy material and he lifts his head to find his favorite nightdress underneath your coat

"you're wearing this outside the house now?"

"maybe?" you smile devilishly

"you minx," he curses, but kisses you on the knee before spreading your legs wide open

you quickly look around the mostly dark office through the glass windows

"is anyone else in here?"

"don't know. don't care." he pulls you in towards him and sucks a hickey on your inner thigh, marking a secret trail to a treasure only he knows the way to

he impatiently rips your panties off and licks you, hole to clit, like a starved man

first he fucks you with his tongue, all soft and sensual

letting you grind into his face and drown him in your arousal

but you need more

so he fucks you with his fingers

his long, beautiful, rough, impossible, amazing fingers *sigh*

he stretches you open and you're losing yourself in your pleasure, but even then, in your orgasm you still beg for more

"greedy little thing, aren't you, darling?" he rushes to unbuckle his belt and push down his pants

"don't be a tease," you giggle lazily, feeling the tip of his cock slap against your clit

"im not being a tease." he frowns, making a serious face but you know better

you playfully slap him on the cheek. "get on with it."

"imma make you pay for that." he gasps and bottoms out in one go

but you're a little shit, so you slap him once again

"get the fuck on with it."

and he knows what you're doing, he purposely goads you on as you land smack after smack on his pretty, "that what you want, baby? you wanna play rough? I'll show you rough."

then he lifts your leg up close and thrusts into you, hard and fast

you're crying out his name, not even caring that a janitor might walk by or an employee might still be around

he's filling you up and no one does it better than him

and really, there's no pussy he's ever fucked that will ever compare to yours

"fuck baby, im gonna--"

he rubs your clit like his orgasm depends on it (it does, but that's beside the point)

as soon as you feel him convulsing inside you, coating your inner walls with his release, you're gone

you're squeezing around his cock and sending him into overstimulation, moaning and groaning and bucking up into you

"if this is your way of getting me to come home... Fucking hell, it's working."

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield headcanons #harrison osterfield x reader #mob!haz #ava writes #impromptu hoe for haz night

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justletmeplayminecraft · 4 years

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So um. I saw the dialing thing and the line “never speak of this again” with Scar and Mumbo or smth? I dunno I just really liked their dynamic together in their recent eps and I’m super interested in what you’d do with this :D

i couldn't resist the urge to write some fluff with these idiots. based in a future where mumbo's base is fully operational, here's ~1.7k words of mumbo & scar desperately trying to share their single braincell. i hope you enjoy !!

Of all the stupid things Mumbo has done this season, he did not expect getting trapped in his own base to join that list. But, here he is, in his pitch black storage room, in a smaller yet cobblestone and dirt shelter. Trapped for the foreseeable future as he frantically scrolls through his communicator to see if any other hermits are online. It's embarrassing. Absolutely and utterly embarrassing. And the worst thing is, he should have been able to see it coming!

There are reasons he's part of the one braincell squad. Several, in fact, but this moment has to be up there in his top ten.

On the other side of the wall, a zombie groans too close for comfort. He's sitting on grassy ground in a one block space, with only the light of his communicator for comfort. His stuff is going to de-spawn at this rate. This is terrible. Why is nobody else online? Usually there's at least a few others around at this time of day!

Ah. Mumbo's not sure if he should be relieved or kiss his items goodbye. Maybe both. He sighs, fingers already moving to send a message.

<MumboJumbo> scar

<GoodTimeWithScar> Mumbo! Good morning!

<MumboJumbo> i need your help

<GoodTimeWithScar> Oh?

<MumboJumbo> could you come to my base? with a golden apple please?

<MumboJumbo> i promise i will pay you back but im in a bit of a pickle

<GoodTimeWithScar> The great Mumbo needs my help?

<GoodTimeWithScar> What do you even need a golden apple for? Just a normal one, right?

<MumboJumbo> second question, yes

<MumboJumbo> first question, my base died with me trapped in my storage room and it needs feeding to revive it

<GoodTimeWithScar> You know maybe I shouldn't have asked.

<GoodTimeWithScar> I'm on my way. Call?

<MumboJumbo> thatll work.

Mumbo leans his head against cobble, navigating through Scar's contact until he's able to find the call icon. He takes a deep breath, thankful for the good connection across the server. What would he do if he couldn't contact anybody down here? Cry, probably. Die a lot. His communicator dials, then rings for two seconds. Two seconds too long, if you ask him.

"Mumbo!" Scar's voice is accompanied by the explosion of a rocket, wind crackling through the call. Mumbo sighs in relief.

"Scar you are a... sound for sore ears?" Scar laughs, and Mumbo can't help a small giggle in response. He moves to his headphones, hoping to block out the mobs filling his storage room. Why did he think this was a good idea for a base?

"Okay, Mumbo, you're going to have to guide me through what I need to do here." It's strange to hear Scar so straight forward, honestly. His voice still holds that light-hearted note in it, it'll be dark day when Scar loses that.

"Right, okay." Mumbo takes a deep breath, picturing his base in his mind. What's the most Scar-proof way he can explain this? Oh, if Scar dies as well- "So, on the outside of my base, there should be these big towers of redstone lamps, right? They'll all be off right now. But, near the bottom, there should be a chest. You put the golden apple in there."

"Ah, in the like. Big blocks of four?" Mumbo claps, before wincing at how loud that probably was over the microphone.

"Yes! That! Can you see a chest at the bottom?" Mumbo listens closely to the burst of a rocket, the sound of feet stumbling on the ground. He holds his breath, waiting for the confirmation that this situation might finally be over.

"I see it!" His body sags with the release of air. "Okay, uh, I've put the apple in." Mumbo listens closely, taking out a headphone. Distantly, underneath all the mobs, he hears pistons, a familiar heartbeat starting up. If he sinks down any further he's going to become a puddle. "The lights are coming on!"

"Okay-" Mumbo's hands wave in front of him as he speaks "-Go to the centre of my base, there should be nether portals and a massive hole leading downwards." The sounds of movement, footsteps echoing on the walls.

"What the heck, Mumbo, how many mobs do you have down there?" Mumbo sighs, closing his eyes. They're so close.

"Are all of the lights on?" He checks.

"Well, it's lit up. I can see your chests, and I think that's your stuff? Jeez, if I knew I was going to need to fight I would've been more prepared."

"How bad is it?" The high hum from Scar is a pretty good answer.

"Could be better." He hears a block move, followed by Scar telling him, "Alright, I've set my spawn. I'm gonna try to snipe them." Mumbo leans forward, awkwardly manoeuvring so he can break a dirt block against the ground. Light floods into the one block space. He can see the feet of mobs wandering between tall grass. In the distance, there's a clang of an arrow finding a skeleton. He breathes out, wincing at the ache as he pushes up from that position. He's too tall for this.

He thinks he remembers where his stuff was. If the coast is clear, he might be able to run for it and duck back in here. Get his sword equipped, elytra on, and things will be fine! He could salvage some of his dignity. Hopefully. Probably not.

"Scar?" He asks, "Could you tell me if the coast is clear so I can grab my stuff?" It takes a second to get a reply, marked by the ding of a successful hit.

"I can do that." Scar sounds distracted, focused. "Wait- oh, nononono-" Mumbo's communicator dings. He doesn't need to look to know what message will greet him.

"So, uh, Mumbo. We might have a bit of a situation." Mumbo buries his face into his hands. He twists his body down again to get an idea of how many mobs are left. Counting the number of feet and shadows he can see, it's not looking good.

"Yeah, we certainly might." His voice is high, stressed laughter escaping him with his face pressed into the dirt. "What do we do now!" Scar's bubbling giggles are accompanied by the scramble of feet across stone.

"Um, die a bunch?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's arms give up and he falls into a heap. His shoulders shake with his own giggles, the two in harmony over the call.

"Maybe it's a good thing nobody else is on."

Scar has to wait for his laughter to die down to speak, "I bet I'll die less than you." Mumbo smirks.

"You're on."

About half an hour later, Mumbo is sorting his stuff whilst Scar scrolls through their death messages. He's bruised all over, has collected a few scratches from loose arrows, but it looks like all of his items are here. This has gone better than he expected. He still wants to crawl into bed and never get out again.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I've won," Scar announces, looking up from his communicator with a pleased grin. Mumbo makes a noise, pulling up his own screen.

"Absolutely not. There's no way, you died so many times!"

"Yeah, but I died eight times. You died ten." Honestly, he's probably right. Mumbo lost track after death three. Everything blurred into a mess of sprinting off the bed to get his items, picking up half of them, maybe getting a swing or two, dying. And then repeat that apparently ten times.

He sighs as he finishes counting up the deaths. Scar did indeed win. He puts the last of his items in the right slots, leaving the rest to the sorting system. Finding his bed, he flops onto it. Scar is sitting on the stone centre beaming at him. The cut on his forehead is barely healing up, a bruise on his cheek.

"No, no. I want to know exactly how you ended up in this position." He's leaning forward, smug curiousity on every inch of his expression. Mumbo shuts his eyes, whining at him.

Mumbo lifts his hand, gesturing towards his chests, "I should have potions in here somewhere, if you want one." Scar giggles, shaking his head.

"Do you have to?"

"I want to know why I died eight times, Mumbo!"

"You're going to laugh."

"That's the plan." Mumbo shakes his head, rolling around so he can sit on the bed. Scar is waiting patiently, even crossing his legs like he's expecting a bedtime story.

"I made my base alive?" Mumbo explains, not sure why he's questioning himself. He did the redstone and everything. "And, as it gets unhappier, more things close off."

"Including your storage room?" Scar asks, clear amusement in his voice. Mumbo finally breaks into a giggle, falling onto his knees.

"I thought it was a good idea at the time!" He exclaims. "It stops sorting items, the lights go out, and then it locks itself down!"

"With you in it."

"I forgot Xisuma was working in the area!" His groan gets mixed with a laugh. "Oh, I am such an idiot."

"How about we agree to never speak of this again?" Scar suggests. Mumbo's halfway through nodding when Scar adds, "For a few diamonds?" Mumbo bursts into surprised laughter, quickly dissolving into giggles.

"You know what, you deserve them after this." Scar laughs.

"Maybe I'll have to die for people more often," he teases, watching Mumbo as he heads to his diamond chest.

"I wouldn't advise it personally." Mumbo looks over his shoulder at him. "That's how Grian gets you."

"Mm, very true." Scar takes in the storage room again, pocketing the diamonds Mumbo offers him. "Do you think you could show me some of the redstone behind this place? I am absolutely fascinated by how you managed to make such a counterproductive system."

"Well, you know I'll never miss an opportunity to show off my redstone." Scar takes the hand Mumbo offers him, smiling.

It's an hour or so later. Mumbo is showing off how he sends the signal between floors when their communicators beep.

<xisumavoid> should I be concerned about the number of deaths in the log?

They share a look and laugh.

#hermitcraft #mumbojumbo #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #my writing #ask #anonymous #i hope you enjoyed anon !!!!#my requests do remain open #this was a lot of fun to write. v silly.

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onabikaa · 3 years

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Anyway CHECK 7 PART TWO, a summary @fugoukeiji-blog

Holy shit this is just. Ryo. Pining ex shenanigans, holy shit.

It starts off with two mobs discussing the rumour of Haru Kato flying to America apparently

“So he’s like, quitting? The MCPTF??”

“I heard he was recruited by some head of the fbi there or something..”

“that’s too bad..he really was my type,, so i was totally shocked”

And i quote, the other replied, “i know right?? I totally get that..”

These bitches simp for Haru. *scribbles down in the list of Haru’s Harem Members* the more the merrier i guess

Anyway

“You think it’s because of the money? It can’t be helped then..”

Cue Hoshino enters, who was eavesdropping happened to listen to a part of the convo

Hoshino: Kato-senpai..who refused to transfer back to 1st Division,,NO WAY WOULD HE QUIT THE POLICE BECAUSE OF MONEY”

And then he’s like telling himself, “no, no. This has nothing to do with you. Stop, Hoshino.”

Then kamei walks in, who attempts to ask whats wrong, and is immediately pounced on by ryo for more info on kato-san

Kamei says that it’d be bad if he revealed anything and then proceeds to run

Ryo lures him out by messaging him under Sacchan’s name , telling him to come meet

And theyre in some restaurant i think?? Some bar??

And ryo says, and i quote

“This is just simply confirmation/verification of the facts. It’s not like I’m especially interested in Kato-san or anything!! >//~///<“

“It’s just that-Kambe and Kato-san- - - - the two of them...”

Kamei: Flying all around the world together in search of adollium as usual, right?

Kamei: oop im saying way too much

And then Ryo proceeds to get him drunk to get more info (bro pls tone down the stalkerish overtones you’re serious creeping me out-jk jk)

And then Kamei makes a comment abt how Haru has to go to America due to bad luck, or like, fix something that he caused

And then Ryo loses it at this point and orders six more bottles of alcohol -wheeze-

And kamei’s trying to leave and ryo is like “sit your ass down and listen to my woes or i tell on your skinny ass to Sacchan”

And this point, while Ryo is rambling about “how kato-san has no business going to America! What America! What FBI! Don’t underestimate the Metropolitan police!”

And he starts crying......

Haru shows up like “ wow man how’d you get so drunk??”

Ryo: holy shit Senpai?? Why are you here??

Haru: youre being bothersome is why. Whats up??

Kamei: He’s been persistently asking why you’re going to go to such a place like America, Kato-san. Well, I leave the rest up to you~!

Haru: Eh-...Ah….That’s not really anything special….It’s not a big deal.

Ryo: It is a big deal! You’re quitting being a police officer, aren’t you!? What is all this talk about being an FBI Academy lecturer?

Haru: Um, Hoshino?

Ryo: Is it because of money?! Do you want money so much that you would even refuse to transfer to the First Division!?

Haru: Hoshino, listen-

Ryo: And here I thought that we could work together again! With this...don’t I….seem like a complete idiot! Uuuuuuuuh (tn: I think this is him crying)

Haru: Geez, you really are an idiot

Ryo: Who’s an idiot! Kato-san is the idiot!

THESE ARE ALL DIRECT TRANSLATIONS

(Lmao tsun tsun ryo)

Haru: jesus christ

So it turns out haru has aunt who lives in america that was saved by a woman who works in the fbi, and now his aunt has taken a liking to her and wants him to come over for a formal marriage interview, but since she’s the niece of the head, the rumour spread around in REALLY weird ways.

Omg that is peak asian culture

So now he’s going to America even tho he doesn’t have money

Holy shit does that mean kambe paid for his trip?? Holy shit imagine the pain of having to fund a blind date for the love of your life and YOURE NOT EVEN THERE oof

...I may have tricked myself into rlly believing daisuke is in love with haru

Anyway haru was kimda embarassed abt the whole date thing so he just. Didn’t tell ryo

But Ryo’s already asleep. Has been since the start of his explanation

So he’s missed all that

Haru: are you rlly gonna sleep like that??

Haru: hah,,what am i gonna do with this guy (fondly)

And then the moment is ruined because Haru has to pay for all their alcohol. Total is 30,800 yen.

And now i think he has to drag back ryo to his home

Haru, your kindness really knows no bounds. Please marry me

#fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #daisuke kambe #millionaire detective #daiharu #haru katou #balance unlimited #memes #daisuke kanbe #ona speaks #ryo hoshino #Kamei Shinnosuke #spoilers

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empyreanwritings · 5 years

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Yay, Mob Monday to make my awful day a little bit better! Can I request a drabble with mob bosses Stucky finding out their girlfriend is pregnant and having to break the news to her dad, mob boss Tony Stark. (Sorry I'm so stuck on this, part of me finds mob boss Tony to be a hilarious idea).

honestly, dont apologize. im actually gonna make this a drabble series cause i love this little universe. also, i hope your day gets better. ily so much 💜

You stared at the stick in your hand in shock. Pregnant. It said it as clear as day (because you definitely didn't go cheap on a pregnancy test). You couldn't pretend it was a fluke or a confusing posititive that looked like a pink line and a half.

No, this was obvious. No denying it. No pretending.

Your hands shook as you ran your fingers through your hair. You weren't worried about having the baby - you always knew you wanted one - but it was the idea of having to tell the boys. And telling your father.

Oh, god. Your dad was going to lose it.

A knock on the bathroom door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N?" Bucky's voice came from the other side. "You've been in there a long time."

"My dad's gonna kill you both," you murmured.

"What?"

He swung the door open, and his eyes instantly dropped to the stick in your hands. His face visibly paled, which you don't blame him for.

You were Tony Stark's only daughter. His whole world. And either he or Steve knocked you up. Maybe both of them, who knows. Either way, they were going to get their asses kicked.

Or they were going to go missing. Mobsters were ruthless - they should know!

"Hey, what's going on?" Steve peeked around the corner, his arm going around Bucky's waist out of instinct. Whenever Bucky had the 'oh fuck' face on, he usually got a little too protective.

You held it out for Steve, who seemed too calm to be taking the pregnancy test out of your hand.

He stared at the result. At first, he seemed emotionless. Always the "think it all through first before responding" type. But his silence was killing you and Bucky. He was way too calm for this moment.

Your heart stuttered when he placed the test on the sink and turned on his heel without another word. Was he that upset? Did he not want to be a father?

Bucky saw the panic in your eyes and quickly reacted before you could cry.

He cradled your cheeks in his hands, peppering light kisses all over your face. He murmured words of reassurance to keep you from freaking out because he knew your biggest fear was losing either of them. You weren't yourself without both of them.

You dried your eyes against his shirt. He let you have your moment and gather your thoughts before following after Steve.

And you tried not to break when you saw him packing bags. It was your worst fear coming to life right before your eyes and you-

Was he packing your bags too?

"Baby," you furrowed your brows, "What are you doing?"

"We're moving," he stated calmly. "We're going into the witness protection program and getting the hell out of here."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't want to tell your dad," Bucky snorted.

#mob monday #mob!bucky #mob!steve #stucky x reader #steve x reader x bucky

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okaytimeswithscar · 5 years

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sick and tired of trying

want a fic where i project on ex so hard he cries? no? too bad im posting it anyway

also available on ao3

trigger warnings: panic attacks, implied self harm, implied suicidal thoughts, past violence

Ex heaved for breath as he ran through the shopping district, weaving between the colorful shops and glancing behind him at the absolute horde of hostile mobs that were chasing him. Honestly, would it kill these hermits to light up their builds for once? Screeching to a halt outside of iTrade, he all but threw himself into the nether portal, holding his breath as he was transported between dimensions.

Stumbling out on the other side, he fumbled for the switch on his helmet that would let him breathe nether air as he tripped over his own feet and fell onto the dark glass floor. Finally managing to hit the switch, he had a minor coughing fit before figuring out how to breathe again.

Ex pulled himself up off the ground, leaning on the portal frame for support. As he did, pain shot through his ribs, and he winced. Oh, yeah, not supposed to exercise in a binder. Forgot about that. Well, it wasn't as if he really had a choice anyway - it was either "run like hell" or "get brutally murdered by monsters", and Ex didn't fancy losing his gear and ending up wherever he'd slept last again.

Sighing, Ex glanced around the empty nether hub, trying to decide where he wanted to go. Xisuma's base was a definite no - his relationship with his brother was still very strained, with X only having unbanned him fairly recently. Ex didn't particularly want to interact with any hermits at the moment, for that matter. He'd been feeling awfully self-conscious all day, like every person who so much as looked in his general direction was judging him.

Deciding the best course of action was to find a place nobody but him (and X, but he was likely busy with other things) enjoyed being in, Ex headed for the portal that would put him closest to the nearest stronghold. This time, he switched the settings on his helmet before going through, resulting in a much smoother exit as he came out in the overworld.

Ex's mind wandered as he slowly made his way towards the stronghold, going over everthing that had happened since X had been convinced to unban him around two months prior. Most of the hermits hadn't seemed bothered by his return (if they were, they sure weren't saying so) and some seemed... far less than bothered.

At first, Ex had been kind of annoyed by their attempts to befriend him. However, he'd ended up developing a soft spot for several of them; Stress, Zedaph, and Grian being a few of the lucky ones. Keralis and Bdubs had even managed to convince him to build a house in the aptly named "New Guy Village", and even if his building skills were subpar and he was barely around - preferring to explore and sleep wherever he found himself - they seemed content with him just trying.

Of course, you can't mention hermits trying to befriend Ex without talking about Joe, who was the reason he was even here in the first place, having smooth-talked X into unbanning him entirely on his own with several hours worth of vaugely threatening, philosophical poetry. Ex asked him why on several occasions, but Joe only answered with cryptic prose that Ex didn't get anything out of except that Joe though he "deserved a second chance, a chance to change, a chance to try again."

Entering the stronghold didn't startle Ex from his musings, though he did briefly remark to himself that the hermits seemed to have remembered that torches existed while fixing up the stronghold. He stepped through the portal and came out on a cobblestone platform, hitting the buttons that detached his helmet and pulling it off. He breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp coldness of the End, a stark contrast to the slightly stale air his helmet filtered for him. He began to walk across the precarious cobblestone path to the main island, slipping back into his thoughts as he sat down with his back against one of the obsidian pillars.

Ex pondered for what seemed like the millionth time about his name. Ex, short for Evil Xisuma, was... not his favorite way to be addressed. He disliked being written off as just an "evil" version of his brother. He'd had his own name, a while back, but thinking about that one felt even worse than being Ex. He'd tried to think of new names for himself, but none ever seemed to fit, and he doubted he could get anyone to stop calling him Ex anyway. He hated being labeled as evil no matter what, even if nobody truly meant it that way anymore.

He'd never really wanted to hurt anyone. He felt abandoned, bitter at being left out of everything, so he lashed out at anyone who he could. Everything hurt, and he bottled it up, but it all had to explode eventually. Ex knew he had been out of control, destroying everything indiscriminately as he raged on. He knew X had to stop him somehow. It didn't stop it from hurting when his own brother, his younger twin who he'd looked out for and loved all his life, faced him down and banished him to the void right at the beginning of this new season.

Everyone knew this reasoning. Everyone knew it hurt X to do that too, to be suddenly alone and without his older twin for the first time in a very long time. And now, everyone knew Ex was trying. Trying not to lose control again. Trying to make up for the things he'd done. Trying to let others in. Trying to change, trying to fix it trying trying trying. Ex was so sick and tired of trying. It was all he could do, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough to atone, it wasn't enough to participate, it wasn't enough.

It wasn't enough, and his stupid ribs hurt, and his eyes stung but he wasn't going to cry, he wasn't, but that wasn't enough either and Ex curled up into a ball next to the obsidian pillar and he couldn't breathe, his chest was tight and it hurt, but he wasn't going to look at himself right now, he couldn't handle it, the emptiness of the void was right there, calling him, he couldn't do this, he couldn't do this, he dug his nails into his arms, the wounds there still far too fresh, it hurt but he didn't care anymore, it was too much, not enough, too much-

-and suddenly Ex was sobbing into someone's shoulder, and someone was holding him tightly, and someone was whispering to him but he couldn't understand them, and he tried to scratch at his arms but someone held him so he couldn't, and he couldn't stop crying but they just held on, and they whispered again and Ex could hear them, just barely, but who was it, who was here-

"Ex, ex, hey, hey. Hold on. You're okay. It's okay, you're okay." -Joe, that was Joe. Joe was here and Ex let some tension go and wrapped his arms around him and cried, but Joe just whispered that he was okay, that it was gonna be okay. Ex relaxed into him, Joe leaning up against the pillar as they hugged, reassuring Ex as he slowly calmed. Ex pulled his head off Joe's shoulder, his eyes red and with tear stains running down his face. He pulled back from the hug, moving over slightly to sit next to Joe, still holding on to his arm. Joe simply let him, taking deep breaths as Ex unconsciously followed his example.

"...Joe?" Ex said quietly, his voice hoarse from sobbing.

"Yes, Ex?" Joe replied just as quietly, sounding concerned.

"...thank you. For everything, I mean. Letting me come back, and being my friend, and this..." Ex turned away from Joe, but still didn't let go of his arm.

"It isn't a problem. I believe that everyone deserves another chance, including you, and by gosh I'm gonna get you one. That's the JoeHills Difference!" Ex giggled quietly, smiling slightly as he finally let go of Joe and stood up, Joe doing the same.

"Hey, what were you doing in the End anyway?"

"Oh, just collecting some obsidian in return for gracious compensation at the hands of one X-I-Zumavoid."

"He's... paying you to mine obsidian?"

"Precisely! He seemingly needs a sizable amount, and has decided the wisest way to procure a large quantity would be to enlist as many individuals with a diamond deficiency as possible to obtain it for him."

"...I didn't really understand that, but okay."

"Would you be willing to assist me in this obsidian-aquiring venture?"

"I... sure."

Ex, still slightly confused, and still trying to wipe his eyes discreetly, followed as Joe, rambling on about something or other, strode towards a half-mined obsidian pillar. Ex grinned as he played along, pretending to understand the other man, and deciding that maybe, just maybe, this was enough for now.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #evil xisuma #joehills #xisuma #/panic m #/self harm m #/sh m #/suicide m #/violence m #creeper.txt

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iphoenixrising · 5 years

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Hey Babe! What about Tim doing a strip tease and or lab dance for Jason and Dick? Love your writings 😘

Well, babe.

I mean, why not? Very nsfw ahead.

“I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this,” Tim is saying as he bends over to stretch, thighs and calves tight with it.

It’s a fucking beautiful to be honest, but take into effect Timmy is wearing a cut-off tank, just barely covering his nipples, teamed with pair of killer black stilettos, thigh-highs with red bows, and a mouth-watering black thong while he stretches with perfect balance, pulling one leg up in the air behind him. He’s got black, lacey gloves on both hands, those fingers sliding up from the stretch at the back of his covered thigh and up almost to the delicious swell of his pale ass in those panties.

Jay just happens ta lookit over at Dickie, see how focused those baby blues on their very fine-as-fuck boyfriend.

it don’t help much that he’s already getting antsy and they ain’t even started yet.

“You know we’ll do whatever we can to help you with a case, Timmy.” Dick is saying, just running his yap, trying not ta shift his hips at the sight.

“That’s really great of you guys,” and Timmy’s beaming over at them when he stands up, drops the hoodie he’s wearin’ ta just leave ‘im in that fuckin’ tease of a shirt and hits something on his phone. The bluetooth speaker sparks to life with a little Pony from Genuwine while he stands in front of them on those stilts like he was born for it.

The red painted on his mouth and the smoky eye give him just the right look when he slinks up to Jay first, fluttering eyes and rolling hips on those ankle-breakers right in rhythm, licking his upper lip like a cat about to have a lil’ cream.

Vaguely, while his cock starts to pay the fuck attention behind his zipper, Jay can hear a low noise come outta Dickie what mean he’s invested, and the second Robin can’t help but lean up, lean in to their pretty third comin’ ta him just like this.

Neither Dick or Jay could have imagined the help Tim had asked for when he called from the Tower a few nights ago.

“I’m doing some…research for a case. I need to go undercover, but I need to make sure I’ve gotten the…character right.”

They expected a persona, another Caroline or Alvin, maybe someone more high-class, maybe someone closer to the mob side than the gangbanger.

They did not expect Tim to answer the door in a heels and thigh-highs, lips deep red to set off his eyes and pale skin. His scars flawlessly covered, so it was smooth, unblemished skin and the older vigilantes are immediately on this train, Timmy.

(”Show us whatcha got, baby.”

“One rule. You can’t touch.”)

Jay sucks in a breath when Tim drops to his knees and crawls the rest of the way to him, and it’s so much sexy writhing across the floor, he might just go a little stupid watching that ass. In perfect rhythm, Tim pauses to let his hips and ass work against the floor, popping on the down thrusts, shoving his ass back up like he’s takin’ and givin’ at the same time.

(Jay’s mouth literally waters thinking about it.)

A few sweet twerks, that jelly rolling while Timmy’s biting down on his lower lip, little nipples visible when the shirt hangs low enough. The creak of a chair is drowned out by the music, and Dick’s mouth fall open to pant.

A smile cuts across Jay’s face, and he kicks his leg open in welcome, already seeing what their boy is gettin’ inta.

Timmy takes him up on the offer (thank fuck) and moves, slides gloved hands up his thighs, slinking between them, hips a gentle sway to the music. And those hands work further up, lightly passing over the obvious bulge until he’s pressing his chest right there, flicking his tongue out to wet his lips.

It’s seamless when he works himself up to roll to his feet and turn on those heels, to rest his ass right in Jay’s fucking lap and writhe between those thick thighs. His hands fall back to the arm rests beside Jay’s so he can lean back, lay in the niche of Jay’s body, breathe over his jugular, roll against his trapped erection with tight little circles.

Jay groans into it all, has to clench his hands down on the arm rests tight to keep from touching. He can’t help but flex his thighs just a little, just enough to give them both a tease.

“Fuck, baby,” Jay fairly groans, wanting desperately to grip those hips, to pull down that naughty lil’ scrap a nothin’ and throw their boyfriend over the nearest flat surface n’ make ‘im scream. “Ya better not be thinkin’ a doing this with nobody but me n’ Big Wing, you feel me here?”

Tim responds by throwing a leg over so he can ride Jay’s thick thigh, leaning up to arch his back and start a smooth rhythm, rolling his hips, popping his ass, while looking over his shoulder with those dark eyes.

“Mmhm. I’m tracking some new drugs hitting the streets lately, and wouldn’t you know it, the place on North and 15th has been getting a lot of suspicious packages recently.” Without losing the beat, Tim leans himself back against Jay’s chest again, his legs so much longer with the killer heels, setting on either side of his thighs so Tim can work his ass right over the stiff erection, a sensual mock-fuck using the power in his calves, thighs, and hips.

Jay throws his head back and groans, his thighs getting taunt with tension, manages to turn his head and cast a tortured look at Dick, eyes half-mast with how good Baby Bird is at this.

Dick is biting down on his lower lip, watching the two of them, watching Tim pant with that red mouth, eyes bright with the liner and smoky tones, watching him undulate so beautifully, watches his cock get stiff in those tiny panties, barely anything hiding him from their eyes.

“I can honestly say,” he manages in response to Jay’s pupils dilating, those hands shifting on the arm rests, all of it telling Dick how close his other boyfriend is to breaking his leash, “you’ve really done your homework this time, Timmy.”

“‘Greed,” Jay grinds out, “real fucking effective, Baby. Gonna show ya how much, yeah?”

And the ends of Pony die down while Tim is laying on the floor by the silver pole he’d been planning on showing them next, but he’s too busy with his mouth full of Jay’s cock, red lips stretched around the girth, gloves hands moving up and down Jay’s thighs while he thrusts over and over and over.

He chokes slightly when Dick finally slides his fingers out and replaces them with what they both really needed in the first place.

Dick takes a long second to breathe and make sure he isn’t going to come too soon, hands tightening down on Tim’s thighs hard enough to probably bruise. He sighs out deeply, changing his grip when he starts to move slow, so slow, trying to drag out every second he can have Tim and Jay just like this.

“Ya know,” is a deep purr from Jay, the flecks of green in his eyes a darker jade while he cradles Tim’s neck and fucks his perfect mouth, “this place on North. Wonderin’ if they’re lookin’ f’ some muscle, you feel me, Big Wing?”

And the grin Dick gives him in reply is white in the night, Tim’s protests muffled with the cock in his throat. “I’ve had dancing experience. I could be with you on stage, Timmy. I bet we’d make better tips.”

“Fuck, two a’ ya t’gether? Tryin’ ta kill me, Dickie–”

“It would be so hot and you know it.”

“Didn’t say it wouldn’t, Baby Boy. But cha gotta understand what I’mma do if some ass clown lookits my boys the wrong way–”

“Mm! Mmm!” But even if he’s trying to protest his boyfriends stepping in on his case, he still pulls at the cheek of Jay’s ass to get more, to go deeper, hollowing his cheeks when he can.

Dick starts moving in longer thrusts, drawing almost all the way out of him before pushing hard and fast back in, making Tim’s cock leak through his panties with each hit to his spot.

“Looks like Baby Bird’s s’all right with the plan,” Jay teases on a moan, “but this show? S’just gonna be all for us, ain’t it?”

Dick pants out a whine, starting to feel the tingling low in his balls that’s getting harder to ignore with Tim wrapped tight and wet around him, with his thighs in the mesh stockings trembling under Dick’s hands.

“No one gets this. Just us. They can look all they want, but no one touches, do you understand, Timmy?”

And to make the point, they older vigilantes speed up, a bare hand sliding into his panties to fist him at the base and work him in time with their thrusts.

Tim’s throat tightens, the noises there when he gets stroked right nice.

“S’right. Gonna have ta fuck ya but good every time ya come off stage. Make sure ya remember who ya belong ta.”

“This is going to be the best case ever,” Dick grunts out, punctuating each word with a thrust back in.

Jay grunts, in agreement looking down into those half-mast eyes while Tim jerks in time with Dick’s fucking, throat working around Jay’s cock, making noises right at the tip. Their boy is past the point of fighting them, and that’s exactly what Jay likes to see.

When their boy tightens down, eyes fluttering, body arching, splattering those pretty panties wet, Dick makes a last lunge, crying out when he comes deep, and Jay falls over on his hand, filling his boy’s throat with stuttering hips, gripping the back of Tim’s neck while he does it.

And it’s all kinds of telling when they gather their fucked-out bird in a mess of limp limbs and stained satin. He’s laid out, boneless, the heels taken off with gentle hands, his instep rubbed, and the tights worked down his thighs. He doesn’t have to move an inch to help, can just watch out of hazy eyes whether it’s Dick or Jay getting him up and in the shower, fumbling hands and wet kisses, and the details come out while he’s soaping Jay’s broad back and Jay with both hands in Dick’s hair.

And if he’s smirking a little in some sweet satisfaction as the possessiveness there, chiming in when necessary when his boyfriends make a plan–

well, they wouldn’t see it anyway.

#THIS IS MY 1400th POST #and it's smut #timjaydick #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #good boyfriending #my drab #my writing #winter answers

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set-phasers-to-whump · 5 years

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whumptober day 29

prompt: numb

whumpee: matt murdock

this got longer than it was supposed to be so im sorry if its a little tedious (also i feel like i didn’t touch on the whump a whole lot??? idk hope this isnt too bad)

“You’re gonna tell us what you know about our little operation.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“Oh, I think you’ll be persuaded.”

Matt was in a bit of a sticky situation, not an unusual occurrence. What was unusual was that he hadn’t even been looking for trouble. He’d just found himself in it.

Well. He hadn’t gone looking for trouble tonight, anyway. He might’ve brought this trouble upon himself with a half-Nelson & Murdock, half-Daredevil investigation into some extremely shady real-estate deals that he was pretty sure had ties to the mob. But he hadn’t been out searching for anyone tonight. He’d just been walking home from the bar, and then he’d been ambushed by a pedestrian and dragged into an alley.

So. Not the ideal night. But he could make do. There were too many people to fight off at once, but he was fairly certain he could talk his way out of this-he’d been ambushed in his normal clothes, which meant these people only knew him as the lawyer Matt Murdock.

“What is your little operation, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Murdock,” said a man from in front of him.

“Vince Romano, I assume?” Matt asked. He hadn’t yet run across Vince, who was supposedly the real-estate agent in charge of these deals.

“That would be me. And I’m gonna ask again. What do you know about my business?”

“Oh, not much,” Matt said. “You buy buildings, have a crew fix ‘em up, and sell them at higher prices. That is typically how this works, I think.”

Of course, he knew far more than that-these buildings being purchased were being used as a front, he just hadn’t figured out for what. And Romano had several connections to the mob. So it wasn’t typical real-estate business. Not that he’d let Romano know he knew that.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, what do you know?”

“I told you all of it,” Matt replied, sounding bored. “What more do you want?”

“I told you what I want.”

“And I told you what I know.”

“Okay.” And Romano stepped back. The man holding Matt still, however, only tightened his grip. Matt heard something being removed from a container-not a knife, maybe…

A needle jabbed into his arm. He yelped in surprise. “What was that for?”

“For not telling me what I asked.”

“What is it?”

“You don’t need to know. Now. You’re already blind, Mr. Murdock. What I’ve just injected you with is going to numb your entire body. You will lose the sense of touch, then your limbs will cease to function. I have another serum lined up here-” he tapped a glass bottle- “that will take away your other remaining senses after that. Now are you willing to talk?”

Matt shuddered as he felt the serum begin to course through his body. He needed a plan, needed to get out, but he kept thinking of what was about to happen to him-and then it happened, and suddenly his whole body was numb, and his legs gave out from under him. He couldn’t feel his limbs, couldn’t feel the arms that must’ve been holding him up wrapped around him. He tried to move his arms, but found they wouldn’t cooperate. Experimentally, he opened his mouth and said, “I told you what I know,” which came out fairly clearly.

“You really wanna keep beating that horse? I’ll just give you the other serum now then.”

“No!” Matt shouted. “No, no, I’ll-” there was no way out of this- “I’ll tell you.”

“Do go ahead.”

So he divulged all of his information, his speculations, his suspicions. He knew it was a bad idea, but frankly, he’d been out of options-he couldn’t lose all of his senses. And he had no way of knowing if or when the serum would wear off. So he’d made a logical decision. He hated it, hated that he was willing to give up his information for his own sake, but he knew he had to.

“Hm. Not as much as I would have thought. Sure you don’t have any more?”

“That’s really all I know,” Matt said, trying to keep his voice even. “I swear.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t believe you.”

And a second needle was pushed into his arm, and he screamed, but then he couldn’t hear himself scream, and the scents of the city faded away, and he couldn’t taste the slight tang of blood that’d been on his tongue from when he’d been grabbed.

He was aware of being released, and falling to the ground. He didn’t feel the impact, didn’t sense the people leaving, didn’t sense anything at all…

How long he laid there, he wasn’t sure. He was fairly sure he was crying. He might’ve been screaming. He couldn’t tell.

Slowly, however, his sense of hearing returned. Which didn’t help much, except that he could hear the tears dripping off of his face and onto the ground. Then his sense of smell returned, and he could again smell the city, the trash, the salt on his cheeks, the blood in his mouth. Taste then returned, which didn’t do a lot except make him wish it’d go back away, as the metallic taste of blood became evident at the back of his throat.

He still couldn’t feel, couldn’t move. He started really panicking then. What if that first serum had been permanent? What was he supposed to do? He’d guessed that it was early, early morning, perhaps around 3:00. Few people would be out on this block. He couldn’t move, so he couldn’t call anyone...he guessed he was pretty far back in the alley, so nobody would see him. So there was nothing for it-he’d just have to make some noise and hope someone heard him.

“Hello?” he tried calling. Nobody responded.

“I’m in the alley!” he added. Still nothing.

Then his phone rang-Foggy-but of course he couldn’t answer it, since he couldn’t move. He tried frantically to shift his body even a little, to get the phone out of his pocket, but it was hopeless.

His phone rang again. What was Foggy even doing awake so early? Matt wondered.

A horrible thought then occurred to him-what if Vince and his goons had done something to Foggy? What if they’d threatened him? Or worse, what if they’d hurt him, and were using his phone to contact Matt?

The phone rang a third time, then abruptly hung up. Matt sighed and decided to shout for help again. Still nothing.

It was a few minutes before anything happened. Foggy called yet again, and this time, he was able to move his leg-ever so slightly, but he heard it drag against the concrete. He hadn’t been able to feel the movement, which was an extremely strange sensation, but he’d moved!

“Matt!”

“Foggy?”

He heard Foggy’s footsteps as he entered the alley, quickening as Foggy presumably caught sight of him.

“Matt! Thank god you’re okay!”

“Did Vince come to you?”

“What? Yeah, he told me what he did to you, warned me to back off...are you okay?”

“Sort of? I can’t move much and I can’t feel anything, but other than that I’m fine.”

He heard Foggy crouch down beside him, his knees hitting the concrete.

“I’m moving your jacket,” Foggy explained. “It looks...wet.”

Did it? Matt wondered. He hadn’t been able to feel himself get wet, obviously, but this was an alley, he could’ve landed in a puddle…

“Holy shit, Matt, you’re bleeding!”

“I’m what?”

“Bleeding, Matt! Did you not notice?”

“All my senses were gone, Fog. And I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Would’ve thought I’d have bled out by now.”

“It hasn’t been very long,” Foggy said. “Vince just came to me like ten minutes ago.”

Huh. He would have thought it’d been longer.

“Okay, I’m gonna take you to the hospital, alright?”

Matt was often opposed to the hospital, and this occasion was no exception.

“No way. There are way too many things to explain. We don’t want to make Vince more angry at us.”

Foggy hated to admit it, but Matt had a point. “What do you want to do instead, then?” he asked.

“You’ve stitched me up before,” Matt pointed out. “Plus, I can’t feel anything at the moment. So. Win-win.”

It was most definitely not a win-win, but it was something, at least.

“Fine,” Foggy said. They weren’t far from his apartment, so he carefully hefted Matt into his arms, staggering against his weight but managing to stay upright. They arrived back at his house in a few minutes.

Matt still couldn’t feel anything, but he had been pleased to note he could move his legs fully again. He swung them experimentally in Foggy’s arms.

“Stop that,” Foggy muttered. “I’m gonna drop you.”

“I can move my legs again,” Matt pointed out.

“That’s great, but please don’t do it right now. I’m about to climb some stairs and I really don’t need any distractions.”

“Put me down, then. I can walk.”

“Can you?”

“I can move my legs, can’t I?”

But it turned out that being able to move your legs and being able to walk were two separate things, and Matt’s legs crumpled beneath him.

Foggy sighed and picked him up again. The stairs were slow-going, but finally, mercifully, they made it into Foggy’s apartment.

“I’m gonna get my first-aid kit,” Foggy said, setting Matt on his couch. He’d have to wash out the blood at some point, he realised. That would be fun.

Foggy returned with his supplies. He had indeed stitched Matt up before, so he knew what he was doing, and was quickly onto his first stitch.

Of course, the numbness had to wear off in the middle of Foggy’s stitching.

Matt gasped in pain. “Stop! Stop!”

“Not numb anymore?”

“No!”

“I’m almost done, Matt. Just hold on.”

Matt took a shuddering breath, focusing on the feeling that had returned to the rest of his body, instead. Foggy’s couch was soft, his hair was sticky, his clothes were wrinkled and uncomfortable.

And his torso was on fire. Getting stitched up never got any less painful, no matter how many times it happened.

Foggy finished his stitches and quickly disappeared to get some painkillers. Matt took them greedily and laid down, trying to take deep breaths and even out the pain, but failing. Being stabbed was one thing-he’d been stabbed plenty of times before. But losing his senses, being completely unable to do anything...that was new. It was scary.

“It’s okay,” Foggy said softly, reassuringly. A gentle hand brushed his cheek. He hadn’t even been aware he was crying.

“It was so scary...I couldn’t do anything, Foggy! Nothing, just...laid there. I could’ve bled out, and I wouldn’t’ve known a thing.”

Foggy had no words for his friend. He couldn’t imagine how terrible it must’ve been, to lose all sense of...everything like that. To be completely helpless. So he didn’t say anything. He stood up, grabbed a blanket from a chair, laid it over Matt, and sat on the floor in front of him, back to the couch. He reached up and grabbed Matt’s hand.

“It’s over now,” Foggy said. “You’re not numb anymore.”

this kinda sucks, sorry!!! thanks so much if you read it!!

#whumptober2019 #no.29 #numb #sensory deprivation #stabbed #matt murdock #daredevil #my writing #i say things #sorry again this is kinda bad :(#didnt proofread a lot bc i didnt want to sorry for any errors

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ok, i gotta get it all down before i forget (but could i really ever???) so here is an extremely long, very spoiler-iffic

loren’s spongebob-musical-sperience

i attended the 8pm performance on friday, 24th nov and it was....

AMAZING!!!

i have never ever had such a wonderful time at a theatre. so first off i was on the front row mezzanine toward the left with my bestie and my sister, so we were at a really, really good vantage point. we...we very very enthusiastic, possibly verging on obnoxious...but being so close to that barrier...well. we were basically hanging right over.

i’m just gonna go through the numbers. obviously i have seen the chi boot so i was comparing what i could to what i’ve seen. if you’ve seen the thanksgiving performance it was mostly that beyond what we’re familiar with with spongebob going through and meeting all his friends around town, and like. oh man, that new newsies choreography was AH-MAZING! it was all so funny, ethan’s little spongebob walk and the way danny sort of...rolled into his appearance when he gets introduced. then of course there’s the new krusty krab set which was SO nice (and gets even cooler later!) but there was a scene with squidward and spongebob getting a lot more into that dynamic from the cartoon, and this hilarious little bit where SB puts his hand down on the stove and then, when he notices that it’s burning...he flips it over so he can cook that hand nice and even on both sides. and there’s a part where he hangs his spatula on squidward’s finger while he sings a new and improved and even more emotional ‘please be proud of me dad mr krabs’ part.

so the order was different from chicago because it goes bikini bottom day -> no control -> B.F.F. whereas the previous order was B.F.F. before no control. no control isn’t a fave of mine but it was VERY fun to watch and ethan did extra little contorty gymnasticy bits along with his split :’) but at the end... so the crowd screaming melts away leaving patrick screaming in the middle in his house before SB finds him -- that was absolutely hysterical. danny had a lot more opportunities to shine as a comedian, so many more jokes for patrick and he was so, so, soooo funny. but anyways - B.F.F. was very lovely - though i noticed no best friend handshake this time around as i’d seen from the rehearsal footage. the new painted cardboard letters were so fun and cute looking and it was just a really fun number - plus ethan and danny’s harmonies at the hand were so lovely!!!

then there’s a bit more of everyone freaking out before we get to going get tough which was!!! mind boggling!!! i did not think at first that wesley could rap because the first verse started and seemed quite slow, and it sounded particularly empty without karen’s beatboxing. but then. oh BOY. it suddenly became amazing. first, he did a big ol’ dance break with the plankton puppet attached to his shoe and a little spotlight on him to make you focus on watching him dance and then-- and THEN. OH. MY GOSH. THE SUPER FAST RAP VERSE. ABSOLUTELY ASTOUNDING. my sis, pal and i were losing. our. minds up there. it absolutely blew us away. i need to just say that wesley is absolutely fantastic as plankton, and clearly love love loves getting to play him. his voice is almost a dead ringer for mister lawrence and his whole manner is just. hilarious. absolutely brilliant.

okay! the next number is simple sponge! i didnt notice any lyric changes but i did think it was absolutely hysterical the way krabs slowly backed up while quietly echoing ‘simple sponge, simple sponge’ - too funny. he stood at the back on the higher balcony in front of the neon krusty krab sign and really hammed it up for the ‘you are still a simple sponge’ parts. and the neon sponge dance, oh my lordy!!! it looked so so SO good live! they adjusted the shape for gary so he is more obviously a snail. and they did a little belt around SB’s waist at the ‘own dojo’ line. and boY!!! that ethan slater!!! absolutely slaying!!! he didn’t go for the super super high note but what he did do was still awesome and super powerful. love love love that boy. plus, he kept up using it as a way of pepping himself up, so on his way to different locations he was chanting ‘i am not a simple sponge’ to himself.

okay, next up was daddy knows best. so, by now we probably all know that jai’len absolutely SLAYS as pearl. honestly, the whole audience was completely losing it every single time that girl opened her mouth. she was utterly, utterly PHENOMENAL. i never heard a voice like that!!! but okay so first SB comes up to the krab trying to tell everyone that they don’t have to leave town because he’s got a plan. krabs is busy packing and pearl is trying to decide what to wear to the benefit concert. she brings out two pink prom style dresses, a long and a short, but krabs tells her she’s not going (this is an interesting dynamic to them that i prefer from the chicago - it seems less like krabs is uncaring and disinterested in pearl and more like he’s an overprotective dad - still well meaning despite his blunders. i also noticed he did not say ‘yeah’ when pearl asks ‘is money more important than me?’ in act 2 which made me feel a bit better.) ANYWAY. spongebob takes the dresses and slips the shorter one’s hanger over his head so it looks like he’s wearing it and it is adorable. then when the song is going on, krabs instructs SB to cover his eyes (and he does so, for the rest of the number) while krabs cracks open all the doors and set pieces and to reveal all of where he’s hidden his money, so it’s all this seriously shiny gold coinage and it’s absolutely brilliant!!! i did notice that this time around pearl did not do any overdramatic sobbing, which was a little disappointing, but her amazing amazing singing made up for the little lack of comedy. then it got SAD because pearl sits own on the corner of the stage, genuinely upset, but there’s a very sweet moment where SB sits down with her and tries to comfort her a little bit. it. was. precious, and made me think of all the times SB helps pearl out in the cartoon because. he’s the best big(little) brother ever.

and then... HERO IS MY MIDDLE NAME! oh boy. okay. so, when sandy’s running from the mob, holy heck. the theme there on racist commentary is...oh. my god. every time this was brought up i could not stop crying. so sandy walks into the centre of the stage and on the right, a couple fish spray paint the words ‘LAND MAMMAL GO HOME’ and!! god!!! it was absolutely heartbreaking, lilli’s acting at this point had me full of tears. she said in this quiet voice -- i thought this was my home and MAN. SO SAD. then it goes into the song and...patrick did not carry spongebob in this time around, so, bummer, and i noticed there’s a lot less physical interaction between the team of tres than before - spongebob doesn’t extend his hand to sandy and sandy knocks out a bunch of plus squirrels in cowboy hats instead of striking pat and SB - both are pretty dang funny though so its all good. during this performance sandy did not sing the new verse heard at the playbill preview event, so i was a lil disappointed in that too, but all the fun little moves and dances were still really good - and the team of tres high-five handshake from bikini bottom day happened again, except this time with sandy in the middle. would have been cool if they full circled it at some point with patrick in the middle, but it ain’t no big thang. anyway - hero is my favourite song and it was so fun to hear live -- again the harmonies were absolutely fantastic!!! PLUS. SO SO BADASS, and this made me cry too -- patrick and spongebob hold up the board that ‘mammal go home’ had been sprayed on, and sandy kicks it to break it in half, they cheer, and then the boys toss the board away. SO. GOOD.

and now! SUPER SEA STAR SAVIOUR! this one was AH-MAZING. the new costumes for the sardine followers are absolutely gorgeous and i massively prefer them, and the new choregoraphy. wow wow WOW. okay. so they added this dance break to it where they all bust out tambourines and patrick does a hamboning thing with the tambouring like in the first movie. i did not expect at all that this would be a thing because in chi during dance numbers danny was typically at the back but here!!! WOW!!! he has clearly improved so much as a performer and this lil tambourine dance was SO GOOD. and then of course his singing was amazing, he was nailing those high notes, and and and!!! he did this funny little thing where he blessed all the sardines by sort of karate chopping their heads a lil bit, and the whole thing was. so phenomenal.

then of course there’s the breakup scene, where they acted a bit... spongebob did not seem as much hurt and sad as hurt and angry, and they insulted each other a bit first - ‘at least i dont live in a fruit!’ ‘at least im not pink!’ (hysterical) before they go fine, fine, fine! and then...well. then spongebob gets sadder, and he sits right down in ‘defeat corner’ much like pearl did earlier after daddy knows best. then it goes into tomorrow is, which was absolutely as beautiful as i’d hoped -- lilli and ethan’s voices together are my absolute favourites and!!! it got so very emotional. again i noticed that krabs sticks very close to pearl in a protective way here, although i was again a lil disappointed that plankton and karen don’t emerge very obviously post-coitus... they still dont seem to have quite reached that point this time around. THEN ANYWAY INTERMISSION TIME.

this was where i freaked out a little, talked to a friend, wiped my tears, freaked out a little more, and then by the time i was done talking and freaking, patchy had hurried back onto stage.

so it seems jon rua cannot play the accordion, but they got around this by having him have written some sheet music he’d come up with on a piece of very piratey parchment, which was passed along down the on-stage band who pretty much just passed it along with no regard. nothing was really different about the poor pirates number beyond patchy not having the accordion, it was still very fun but over quickly enough that we could get back to the action.

then its bikini bottom day reprise which is much like in chicago, except allan k. washington now plays gary, so he sat off a little ways to the side on stage to do the meows whilst visible on stage. i have no strong feelings on this - i think its kinda fun i guess!

BIKINI BOTTOM BOOGIE WAS FANTASTIC. i never loved it that much as a song on its own and didnt enjoy it that much in the chi boot - i liked it a bit more on the cast album but HOLY HECK. ON STAGE. so of course pearl is singing along and that gives jai’len another change to shine shine shine, and holy HECK. okay. there is a part where kyle matthew hamilton does a skating trick on TWO SKATEBOARDS. STACKED ON TOP OF EACH OTHER. again -- i freakin lost my mind!!! it was unbelievable!!!

chop to the top was pretty similar to chi, a couple of lyric changes but they did much the same stuff - it seemed a bit slicker and all put together better than in chi, and there were a couple more projections to give the boxes more of a lava-y effect. the harmonies between ethan and lilli again -- absolutely a m a z i n g.

now we get to another part that made me very emotional but i held in my tears this time. it leads in with patrick and the sardines but this time around they make it more obvious that he’s thinking about spongebob when he recounts the memories of his stretchy couch, because he says ‘spongebob and i this, spongebob and i that...’ and when they ask him what more do you need he repeats it in this hearbreaking little way. yeah. what more do i need? before he goes into the song. its just as emotional as on the album, but on stage ethan and lilli do a little bit more miming that they’re climbing the mountain while danny’s singing. then there’s no dailogue lead into spongebob’s verse, he just goes into it. there’s something about danny’s face when he sings this song, he just looked like his heart was breaking. he’s so, so good. the emotion breaks just a little at the end - sandy sounds a bit more impatient than before when she says ‘come on spongebob, this mountain won’t climb itself’ and SB goes ‘unless--’ ‘no it WON’T, spongebob!’ so i ended up giggling there in a bit i didnt before. not a bad thing, but i did kind of want to cry during that number all the same.

anyway. THEN WE GO INTO THE SHOWSTOPPER. NOT A LOSER. it looked pretty much the same as in chi BUT. SO SO SO AMAZING TO SEE LIVE. nothing to really say except that it was utterly perfect, and so, so so very very sparkly and beautiful. and the audience applauded for AGES. gavin just stood there holding that final post as we cheered and cheered and cheered. so so so amazing!!!

then its back to spongebob and sandy on the mountain. they added a little thing for plankton and karen where they use an ‘avalanche maker’ which makes them the reason spongebob gets knocked out on the mountain, and. oh, holy goodness, okay, here we go. before i get to the reunion, let’s spin back to plankton and karen. who...so ppl have probably already talked about this but. big guy. big guy. he gets her to call him big guy, moans every time, and then they have this BIG DAMN MAKE-OUT. there’s this bright, glittery projection of hearts and sparkles as they do so, and it’s just. oh my god. losing my mind yet again. SO much cheering from the audience.

right, and back to the mountain. the audience reaction to patrick flying down on the jetpack. glorious. we were all loving it. and then the reunion, oh my gosh! very very heartfelt, they changed the dialogue so the boys say a lot more emotional and genuine stuff to each other before they hug (though it was quite a brief hug) (and they did not do the ‘we are back’ dance, they just did the ‘best friends’ dance which i dont think was quite as funny but okay.) then...then we have the final part with the volcano. it was especially funny here because both ethan and lilli did cartwheels, and then danny lifted his arms like he was going to do one too...and then just kept on running. brill. then spongebob climbs the mountain and my sis and pal were all holding each other in fear because at one point it really felt like ethan might fall. obviously he had his harness but still. TERROR. then when he threw the interruptor. BLINDING! but awesome.

okay. hurrying along to the best day ever. i started crying right during the speech and continued to weep on and off ‘til the end at this point. i noticed perhaps due to tiredness or maybe real feeling but ethan kind of dropped out of the spongebob voice and delivered the really powerful speech in a voice more like his own which....ahhh. it had me weeping. plus, sandy took on a little bit of the speech at the start, and i just love the demonstration of spongebob and sandy’s strong loyalty to each other in both songs, dialogue and action. anyway. then of course the song starts and i absolutely adore how they staged it -- spongebob has a little interaction with almost every character and a lot of the time tailored to who they are -- so he joins in with a sardine’s hand motion, obviously shakes the mayor’s hand very officiously, and brings a lot of the characters together before they all join hands -- and SB was stood between pat and sandy when i saw it, which i like better than when he was between sandy and the mayor because...agh!!! what if that was it for them!? the whole thing of the best day ever absolutely has me bawling almost every time i listen to it, because they all come together to be joyful one last time before they thing they could all just...die.

god, i wish there was a way i could re-live the end when they all celebrate though, because i could not take in everything. i noticed that pearl and krabs hug, and sandy and SB hug each other before patrick runs in to join them. and. OKAY. SO THE RACISM THING COMES BACK AGAIN HERE AND. BY JOVE.

so the whole time, it’s been jenkins that lead the charge against sandy, which is horribly fitting as he represents...every old white man running the world right now, so how important and monumental that he is also the one to tell her you saved us. but then...god... they ask what happens now and sandy says -- i guess i’m leaving. and jenkins asks her to please stay, reminds her that in their town everyone should be welcome. and she says--

she says-- i don’t know if i can trust you, these people, anymore.

cue TEARS. i was absolutely sobbing here. i mean, you’d think, right? in spongebob, it’d be easy. she’d just be like ‘okay, you’ve convinced me’, but she didn’t. it was such a raw and real moment and lilli absolutely killed it. SO emotional. and then ethan steps up and, again, in not such a spongebobby voice, in a much more mature tone, he begs her to give the town another chance, and the whole time he’s been reminding her that she never deserved it but he understands if she wants to go -- he tries one last time and the town comes together ‘til sandy agrees to stay.

then or course, the town makes their own band. this was SO lovely because sandy takes the second line instead of krabs, and all the instruments were painted and decorated to be super bright colourful, it was so gloriously chaotic and wonderful. then of course the theme song!!! me and my squad screamed out lungs out and waved and cheered like crazy and ethan totally caught our eye!!! big, blessed moment.

at the stage door...almost every cast member we spoke to was like ‘i saw you three up on the mezzanine!’ stephanie hsu was very VERY lovely and me and hailey spoke to her about the art we gave her, she told us it made her so happy which made us so happy, we talked to oneika phillips about her cool hair and her very cool wig and makeup, lauralyn mclelland noticed my blue eyebrows that matched hers, and kelvin moon loh. oh my god. he gave me a little 20 cent wahlgreens print he’d made of a fanart i’d done for him that he’d set as his twitter and facebook pics -- he said he’d made copies for his family, signed them all...then went back inside to his dressing room to get me one.

i managed to give some badges and fridge magnets i made to lilli, danny (i slightly brushed his hand with mine and!!! got embarassed but he was sooooo lovely) (on his way out he held the starfish magnet up for me to see like yeeeah!) and also to ethan, who came out last when a lot of the crowd has dispersed, so he was the only cast member we snagged a pic with.

but the real highlight!? TINA. FREAKING. LANDAU. was also there. she was just stood behind me in the crowd looking out for ethan to make sure he got through okay. i got a bit giddy and emotional trying to tell her how much the show meant to me, and we shook hands but...it was no simple handshake, no. she took my hand in both of hers and gosh!!! i’ve never felt more blessed.

it was honestly. the best, best, best day ever. i left with a t-shirt and a streamer worn as a scarf and a stack of rescued playbills, and everything was absolutely wonderful.

#the spongebob musical #a big ol' review #emphasis on big #this took me about 2 hours to type up omg #its just adoring nonsense #there's stuff i didnt love but i mostly tried to keep it out of this because #i just want to express #ive never ever EVER loved something so much #in my life

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pooka-dragon · 7 years

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Sweet Revenge

Okay, I am gonna see if I can do two fics in one night, but this time, it is based with @the-vampire-inside-me character Abel, the Rebel angel and @thelostmoongazer Mob Boss bendy.

We all know how bad Bendy’s driving is...but what about Abel’s flying? So with the help of Elymus (Who belongs to @animal-guardian) gives him a tip or two of how to get revenge)

I’ve been wanting to write about Abel for some time and now I got an excuse this time!

So here we go!

“NO, you can’t make me!”

“Would you take it easy!? Stop struggling!”

“I’m NOT getting in that car with you!”

Abel was in a struggle, well...to get away from Bendy who was trying to help him in the car after being in in accident when Bendy tried to drive him home. Turns out that he was worse driving sober than he is drunk.

Now out of the hospital (actually forced out of the hospital by Bendy), Bendy is trying to drive him home, but he was not having it.

Abel kept trying to flap his wings, despite being injured and his wings crying in pain from being sore, trying to get away from Bendy, who had a grip on his shoulder and arm.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t want to get in the car, Abel!” Bendy grunts, trying to keep the angel toon still so that he could make this easier. They were just about there if Abel can stop struggling-

Someone cleared their throat.

Both of the toons stilled and looks over at the source, only to see Elymas. The demon seemed to have a flat look on his face, tapping his hoof on the ground rather impatiently.

“Ah! Elymas! Think you can help me with Angel face here? I’m trying to--

WHACK!

Bendy was soon inside of his car, half of his body inside of the car, his feet dangling out from the car window on the passenger side, birds flying around his head as a toon side effect.

“...ya just had to say no....” He pointed out.

............

Abel groans as he was laying down on a small field just outside of town, an ice bag over his head to deal with the nasty headache he had. He still didn’t feel so well.

“Here, head up, Abel.”

He blinks to see Elymas with his coat, which was folded neatly as a pillow. This made the angel toon smiled a bit and managed to lift his head up so that Elymas can place the folded coat under Abel’s head.

“Thanks, Elymas.” Abel sighs deeply, feeling so relaxed ever since he was forced out of the hospital by his crime partner/friend, Bendy. The bartender smiled and sat down next to Abel.

“So...mind telling me what has happened that made you get into the hospital?” He asked, making Abel tense up a bit. “...well, umm....it’s kinda a long story.”

“I have time, my friend.”

Abel sighs deeply. “...well...kinda started when I was on my way home and Bendy offered me a ride. So...without thinking, I got in the car with him, but I did ask him if he was sober enough to drive because...ya know...”

“His bad driving reputation?” Elymas asked, an eyebrow raised at him. Abel nods. Of course his friend new about Bendy’s driving. He’s probably not shocked if every toon knew about his driving.

“I don’t know how he got his car onto the ninth floor, but he did and I thought I saw my whole toon life flashed before my eyes. Sometimes I don’t know why I get into the car with him....and how I managed to stay alive after all of those damn crashes he did....”

He groans softly. Sometimes Bendy is gonna be his death sentence one day, let alone his bad driving.

“...so I told him this was not my floor and he puts the car in reverse...next thing I knew, I was in the hospital. Doc said that I need to stay for a few days, but Bendy was not having it and wanted to take care of me instead...that’s when ya saw me trying to get away from him.”

“I see...” Elymas hummed.

“I keep telling ‘im that he’s a bad driver, but he doesn’t listen! I’m up to here, Elymas!” Abel growled in annoyance, raising his good wing up high to show how frustrated he was.

Elymas didn’t say anything, just letting Able ramble off about Bendy’s driving reputation. That’s when an idea comes up in his head.

“Well...you’re no better with your flying, Abel.”

Abel blinks and looks up at him. “What are ya saying? I’m not that bad--” Elymas gives him a look. “May I remind you of the hole you put in the ceiling of my bar and when you nearly got ran over by many of cars, nearly knocking them on the side of the road?”

“Hey, not my fault! The drink that one toon gave me was too strong--”

“Why not show Bendy your flying reputation?” That made Abel stop in his tracks, then slowly looking over at Elymas, who had a smirk on his face. That’s when Abel put the two and two together and smirked as well.

“...I’m listening....”

Bendy was in a sticky situation.

He had a large crate of ink in his passenger seat, steering rapidly through the streets, the human police just behind him. “Freeze! Pull over!” Bendy growled as he made a sharp turn, making one of the cops chasing them spin out and crashed into a hydrant.

Bendy needs to lose these guys and fast. He did not feel like dealing with the humans nor dealing with animators if he ever does get captured.

“Bendy!”

Bendy blinks over and looks over at his passenger side to see Abel flying next to him, managing to fly at a fast pace just to catch up to him. “Ditch the car! I can get us out of here!”

Did Bendy hear him right? Ditch his car? Bendy narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I just got this car, Abel! No way I’m getting rid of it.” Bendy growled. Abel sighs before flying up and lands on the top of his car, one wing managing to grab the case of ink and the other wing grabbing Bendy of the back of his shirt.

“Wha--hey, ABEL!” Bendy shouted, not getting the chance to speak when Abel suddenly leaps from the car, now using his hands to hold the case of ink and Bendy as he flies fast through the streets, the now abandoned car skidding to a halt and flips over on it’s side, taking two more cop cars down with it.

“AAAAABEEEELLLLL!!”

Abel could not hear Bendy’s cries, just flying rapidly through the streets, his wings beating hard to gain more speed. Abel silently smirked before tossing Bendy up in the air and managed to get him to land on his back, which earned the mob boss to cling onto him, his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

“Abel, put me down now!” Bendy shouted. Abel only smirked as he did a twirl, making a sharp turn, also earning a scream from Bendy as well. The sharp turn made a cop car crashed yet again.

“What’s that!? I can’t hear you!” He said, still smirking. Oh was he going to have fun with this.

..........

Abel sighs in bliss, breathing in before blowing a smoke ring from his cigar, his wings behind his head as a pillow as he glanced at the sky. “...told ya I can get ya out of that mess.”

With one hand, he was holding the cigar...

....but the other arm held Bendy dangling many feet in the air from a construction building, the police down below passing by as they search for the two toons. “ABEL! THIS IS NOT F***ING FUNNY!! HELP ME UP!!” Bendy shouted, holding onto the case of ink in his arms, ink dripping down his forehead from stress.

“Hmm...I would...unless you admit to something.” Abel smirked a bit, making the mob boss look up at him. “And pray tell, what can that be?” He asked. The angel merely shrugged, closing his eyes and smokes his cigar some more. “...just admit you’re a bad driver and I’ll pull you up.”

WHAT!?!?

“NO WAY!!” Bendy growled. Abel just merely shrugged, making himself comfortable and kept smoking. “Suit yourself...but giving ya a warning...my arm may tire out pretty soon...” That made the boss tense up.

“You would not dare do that to me!”

“Watch me.”

This made the demon growl in frustration, thinking of his two decisions over before Abel decides to cut it short.

Abel suddenly heard a mumble, making him look down at Bendy. “Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

“I said...I’m....” He muffled the last two words, looking away. Abel smirked a bit more. “Sorry, you’ll have to speak up. I’m a bit deaf in this ear.” He chuckled a bit.

“I’m a bad driver! You happy now!?”

Ah, that was sweet music to his ears. He manages to lift Bendy up onto the level he was on, putting out the cigar. “Much...”

“...sometimes, I question you, Abel.” Bendy said, but he was smiling as he tossed a bottle of ink at him, which Abel caught with ease. “Don’t do that, you’ll only confuse yourself, buddy.” Abel chuckled.

They clinked their ink bottles together before taking a sip. These two are trouble makers, but they know how to get them out of trouble.

Well...

....sorta......

Welp, there ya go guys! I know this is a bit short and all, but I could feel my eyes dropping on me, so I had to wrap it up.

More fanfics to come

Until then,

Pooka-Dragon

#batim fanfics #the vampire inside of me #thelostmoongazer #animal-guardian #abel the rebel angel #mob boss bendy #elymas

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amascomet · 7 years

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Cars 3 thoughts

So I decided to watch Cars 3 at like 2 am, so here’s all my thoughts while watching. Warning: It’s long but it’s like fragments of sentences.

[1:43:52 AM] kool aid: livechatting cars 3 starting now [1:44:04 AM] kool aid: the opening is a reference to the first film [1:44:32 AM] kool aid: he's imagining doc husdon and remembering his words [1:44:44 AM] kool aid: "this ones for you doc" [1:45:07 AM] kool aid: sally still calls him stickers [1:46:23 AM] kool aid: I think hes still young rn [1:46:54 AM] kool aid: oh shit he lost his after the first race it showed [1:48:11 AM] kool aid: he lost [1:48:20 AM] kool aid: Jackson storm just got introduced [1:48:37 AM] kool aid: "just like when young McQueen made his mark" [1:49:11 AM] kool aid: "you've been my rolemodel for years" [1:49:19 AM] kool aid: that's from jackson [1:49:30 AM] kool aid: IT CHICKS [1:49:34 AM] kool aid: THE OLD GUY [1:49:44 AM] kool aid: THE OLD VILLIAN BRO [1:51:01 AM] kool aid: new generation rookies are now in the race [1:51:15 AM] kool aid: "so glad I get to race you in your final season" [1:51:38 AM] kool aid: hes starting to loose now [1:52:46 AM] kool aid: all the other veteran cars are retiring because of the next gen [1:54:09 AM] kool aid: some are being replaced [1:54:14 AM] kool aid: this is kinda fucked [1:54:21 AM] kool aid: "whered all your friends go" [1:55:42 AM] kool aid: HES TRYING [1:55:50 AM] kool aid: THERE IT IS [1:56:08 AM] kool aid: HOLY SHOT [1:56:14 AM] kool aid: FUCKING BRUTAL [1:56:34 AM] kool aid: THERES SIRENS AND IT JUST FADES TO BLACK [1:57:19 AM] kool aid: 4 months later [1:57:30 AM] kool aid: hes fixed but non colored [1:57:37 AM] kool aid: hes watching old footage of doc [1:57:48 AM] kool aid: HE WATCHING DOC'S CRASH [1:58:42 AM] kool aid: YO THIS IS DEPRESSING [1:58:53 AM] kool aid: NOT LIKE CRY DEPRESSIG JUST LIKE [1:58:55 AM] kool aid: BUMMER [1:59:24 AM] kool aid: "i don't want what happened to doc happen to me" [2:00:23 AM] kool aid: sally talked him back into training [2:01:40 AM] kool aid: "its futile to resist change" [2:04:08 AM] kool aid: sally and lightning exchanged real casual love yous went he went back on the road [2:04:13 AM] kool aid: idk but that felt [2:04:21 AM] kool aid: normal and nice to year [2:04:47 AM] kool aid: just pleasantly casual [2:05:15 AM] kool aid: hes being mobbed by cars that are asking [2:05:24 AM] kool aid: if hes ready to retire [2:06:04 AM] kool aid: his sponsers had to sold rusteeze in order to give him the new training [2:06:35 AM] kool aid: hes kinda like :/ about it [2:06:46 AM] kool aid: hes upset but like fake [2:07:11 AM] kool aid: hes saying goodbye to his old sponsers [2:07:46 AM] kool aid: the new center is like a museum about him [2:08:24 AM] kool aid: they saved the dirt from doc's original races [2:09:03 AM] kool aid: hes got a new paint job/suit [2:09:17 AM] kool aid: it monitors his speed and his vitals or however u spell that im [2:09:56 AM] kool aid: ITS THE NEW LADY CAR [2:10:10 AM] kool aid: the trainer [2:10:43 AM] kool aid: she had the highest speed we've seen so far [2:12:02 AM] kool aid: "i grew up watching you on tv" [2:12:13 AM] kool aid: ITS ZUMBA FOR CARS [2:14:21 AM] kool aid: CRUZ IIS MAKING HIM NAME HIS TIRES [2:14:32 AM] kool aid: HES UPSET CAUSE HE WANTS TO USE THE SIMULATOR [2:14:54 AM] kool aid: "I need u to launch this thing" [2:15:07 AM] kool aid: he doesn't know how to use it im [2:16:15 AM] kool aid: HES CRASHING INTO OTHER CARS INTO THE SIMULATOR [2:16:26 AM] kool aid: his sponser is getting upset [2:16:37 AM] kool aid: HE CRASHED INTO THE MULTIMILLION DOLLAR SIMULATOR [2:16:43 AM] kool aid: A113 [2:17:47 AM] kool aid: he's trying to brand his name [2:18:05 AM] kool aid: HIS SPONSER THINKS HES DONE [2:18:42 AM] kool aid: "your speed and performance aren't where they need to be I'm sorry" [2:18:52 AM] kool aid: "everytime you lose you damage yourself" [2:19:06 AM] kool aid: HES GETTING PISSED [2:19:19 AM] kool aid: LIGHTNING I MEAN [2:21:05 AM] kool aid: he made a deal to win the florida race or he'll retire [2:21:10 AM] kool aid: HE MADE A BITCH JOKE [2:21:28 AM] kool aid: "WELL LIFES A BEACH AND THEN YOU DRIVE" [2:23:51 AM] kool aid: cruz is having trouble racing on the beach [2:26:57 AM] kool aid: he went to go practice on an old track [2:27:24 AM] kool aid: but its like a Michael bay film out there [2:27:33 AM] kool aid: "last car standing" [2:28:13 AM] kool aid: "no cursing its family night" [2:29:15 AM] kool aid: okay but the millennial undertone stuff is strong af when I stop looking at whats actually good [2:29:46 AM] kool aid: cruz is a trainer but she can only actually race inside and isn't use to the outside without tech [2:29:57 AM] kool aid: IM GONNA MAKE A PREDICTION RN [2:30:07 AM] kool aid: BECAUSE SHE HAD A REALLY HIGH SPEED EARLIER [2:30:38 AM] kool aid: LIGHTNING WILL RETIRE BUT HE TRAINS CRUZ TO BE A RACER BECAUSE HE KNOWS SHE HAS THE ABILITY [2:33:04 AM] kool aid: lightning is getting pissed at her [2:33:07 AM] kool aid: I feel bad [2:34:09 AM] kool aid: "ask me if I dreamed of being a trainer" [2:34:12 AM] kool aid: SHES GOING OFF [2:34:22 AM] kool aid: THE VA IS REALLY GOOD HOLY SHIT [2:34:44 AM] kool aid: "ASK ME IF I DIDNT SAVE EVERY PENNY TRYING TO BUY A TICKET TO THE RACES" [2:35:29 AM] kool aid: "i didn't belong. the other racers didn't look like me" [2:35:39 AM] kool aid: FUCK MAN [2:35:40 AM] kool aid: IM [2:36:24 AM] kool aid: THIS MOVIE IS SO NEGATIVE [2:36:30 AM] kool aid: I LIKE THAT KIND OF SHIT [2:37:41 AM] kool aid: the media is talking shit about him [2:38:04 AM] kool aid: 1.2% chance of winning [2:38:24 AM] kool aid: "I predict his racing career would be over within a week" [2:39:05 AM] kool aid: he called mater for support [2:39:44 AM] kool aid: "i can't do this forever" [2:42:12 AM] kool aid: "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry that I yelled" he says while Zumba car dancing in apology to cruz [2:42:18 AM] kool aid: hes looking for doc's trainer [2:42:27 AM] kool aid: "do you even know if hes alive" [2:43:23 AM] kool aid: he stopped to drive on doc's old track [2:44:34 AM] kool aid: HES ALIVE [2:46:41 AM] kool aid: "the fellas didn't like the ideas of a female racer" [2:46:50 AM] kool aid: cars 3 is woke af [2:47:24 AM] kool aid: FLASH BACK TO DOC'S HAYDAY [2:48:21 AM] kool aid: "i wish I coulda seen him like that" [2:48:25 AM] kool aid: "like what" [2:48:30 AM] kool aid: "so happy" [2:49:48 AM] kool aid: he's scared of being unhappy because he thought that doc was never the same after his crash [2:50:03 AM] kool aid: he sent letters back all about lightning [2:50:17 AM] kool aid: "racing wasn't the best part of hud's life. you were" [2:50:39 AM] kool aid: theres an emotional flashback montage [2:51:09 AM] kool aid: "he saw something in you that you don't even see in yourself" [2:53:46 AM] kool aid: cruz is training with him as a stand in [2:54:18 AM] kool aid: I'm 100% sure about my perdiction [2:54:57 AM] kool aid: shes learning too [2:56:37 AM] kool aid: THE NEW SUIT THING TORE OFF WHILE HE WAS RACING [2:57:26 AM] kool aid: HES HAVING PTSD FROM HIS CRASH [2:58:12 AM] kool aid: he keeps looking at the ground [2:58:29 AM] kool aid: its time for the florida race [2:59:38 AM] kool aid: he looks depressed as fuck [3:00:28 AM] kool aid: THERES THE KID SCREAM [3:00:45 AM] kool aid: HE SOUNDS SO UNCERTAIN [3:00:51 AM] kool aid: HERE WE GO [3:01:41 AM] kool aid: HES DOING OK [3:02:07 AM] kool aid: they are telling cruz she needs to leave [3:02:17 AM] kool aid: "take off those tires you look ridiculous" [3:02:25 AM] kool aid: "youre a trainer not a racer" [3:02:35 AM] kool aid: theres a montage of her being fast af [3:03:06 AM] kool aid: theres been a crash [3:03:15 AM] kool aid: couple of cars are out [3:03:24 AM] kool aid: hes calling for cruz to get back [3:03:52 AM] kool aid: HES TELLING THEM TO SET CRUZ UP TO RACE [3:04:11 AM] kool aid: "I STARTED THIS RACE YOURE GONNA FINISH IT" [3:04:53 AM] kool aid: "my last chance is your first chance I want you to take it" [3:05:01 AM] kool aid: I WAS RIGHT [3:05:30 AM] kool aid: "what the girl in the costume??" [3:06:51 AM] kool aid: HES ON THE MIC FOR HER I WAS RIGHT [3:06:56 AM] kool aid: IM A FUCKING TSA AGENT [3:07:04 AM] kool aid: IM A PRO [3:08:17 AM] kool aid: HE SOUNDS SO HAPPY NOW TALKING TO HER [3:09:28 AM] kool aid: Jackson pulled back to speak to her during the race [3:10:12 AM] kool aid: "its important to look the part. you can play dress up all you want but you'll never be one of us" [3:11:26 AM] kool aid: HES SLAMMING HER AGAINS TH E WALL [3:11:31 AM] kool aid: SHE DID DOC'S MOVE [3:11:38 AM] kool aid: SHE FLIPPED OVER HIM [3:11:43 AM] kool aid: SHE WON [3:11:44 AM] kool aid: SHE WON [3:12:25 AM] kool aid: SHES GETTING PRAISE FROM ALL THE OTHER RACERS [3:13:26 AM] kool aid: the sponsor dude who talked shit is trying to be nice now [3:13:30 AM] kool aid: she quit [3:14:14 AM] kool aid: HE ISNT RETIRED THEY CONSIDERED IT A WIN FOR HIM BECAUSE HE STARTED IT [3:14:49 AM] kool aid: he decided to keep racing [3:15:33 AM] kool aid: dinoco from the first movie has made cruz their car [3:16:15 AM] kool aid: THEY GAVE DOCS NUMBER TO CRUZ AND LIGHTNING HAS A NEW PAINTJOB BASED ON DOC'S COLORS HE BLUE NOW [3:16:28 AM] kool aid: AND HONESTLY ITS SO DISTRACTING TO SEE HIM NOT RED [3:16:32 AM] kool aid: THATS IT [3:16:35 AM] kool aid: THATS THE ND [3:16:48 AM] kool aid: FUCK

#cars 3

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