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thefiery-phoenix · 7 months

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YANDERE SIRIUS BLACK X READER

Sirius during his school days at Hogwarts was actually kinda cocky. He was confident, with his looks and his charming personality, no one would be able to resist him. He never really had that much time to fall in love with people, true, he did like messing with people every now and then but he never expected to fall in love

You were in Sirius' year and he didn't really notice you till a certain amount of time passed. He was surprised, how come he didn't notice someone so cute looking like you? He observed you for some time: Your characteristics and your personality. He saw how kind you were and how sweet and shy you were, always kept yourself to yourself. He wondered how you even managed to end up in Gryffindor when you could've done well in Hufflepuff but whatever, he wasn't complaining. He had you closer to him and he was thrilled

His first goal was to become your friend and then ask you out to the Three Broomsticks where he'll confess his love to you and the both of you would be a happy lovely couple. It was the perfect plan for him, till you decided to form another path for yourself

You couldn't deny that Sirius was handsome and charming. But you weren't really looking forward to be in a relationship with anyone at the moment. So, when Sirius called you to the Three Broomsticks, he handed you a rose and ordered butterbeers and some desserts for you guys to eat. He didn't give you the idea that he was confessing his love for you since he wanted it to be a surprise, a surprise which of course his friends James, Lupin and Peter helped him in. They helped him in the decorations and keeping his bratty little brother Regulus away out of sight so he couldn't steal you from their friend

After you were done talking and chilling with your drinks and desserts, Sirius held your petite soft hands in his rough and large ones and went "Y/N, uhh... I don't know how to say this but I really love you and I'd love it if you went out with me'' he said blushing. Your heart dropped, you most certainly weren't expecting this. You just thought he invited you to have a chat for old times' sake and to relax as friends, you had no idea he was going to pour out his feelings for you

You gulped nervously and a heavy feeling settled in your chest. You didn't want to let him down, you REALLY didn't want to, but you had to follow your heart. And right now your heart was telling you to live life on your own terms and not to be in a relationship with anyone. Besides, you just befriended Sirius only for a few months, you had to get to know someone properly for like, YEARS before you wanted to date someone. You tried to let him down gently "Sirius, you're a great guy. I'm sure you have lots of people fawning over you and people who'd die to be with you, but.... how do I say this....'' you trailed off and rubbed the back of your neck looking awkward and a bit sad. "Tell me what?" asked Sirius anxiously peering at your face. He didn't want to hear your answer anymore, it would break his heart and he wouldn't be able to handle it

"I'm really not looking to be in a relationship with anyone right now... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry....'' you whispered and stared down at the table, not wanting to meet his eyes. Sirius felt numb, he felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces and he couldn't move. You told him a quick 'bye' and ran off, his friends ran to comfort him

Meanwhile after a few days, you tried forgetting about him. But the hurt look on his face kept haunting you at the night. You were in the courtyard reading a book. The weather was nice and windy, quite the opposite of what you felt. You felt down in the dumps for rejecting Sirius, but you had a feeling he'd most probably forgotten about the whole thing anyway and besides, he could always find someone else. You had no idea how wrong you were: Sirius was not able to forget about you, he confronted his brother Regulus and asked him if he had anything to do with you rejecting him. Of course he ended up jinxing Regulus in anger since he felt that he was lying. Next he bullied Snape for a while thinking he manipulated you or bullied you to reject him till you intervened and asked him to leave him alone

Sirius was infuriated and it was like rubbing salt in a wound. Why TF were you standing up to SNIVELLUS SNAPE? Maybe he was right... maybe Snape HAD something and his worst fears were now confirmed. You could be dating Snape. His friends found out that you weren't dating anyone and that made him relax a little. He stalked you in his Animagus form for a while and you of course didn't know it was Sirius in Animagus form. You thought it was just a random cute dog and you spent time with it. Every single second you spend with him, holding it and cuddling with it, you were fueling his dark twisted desires for you. And these days you could see that Sirius was looking happier for some reason so... you assumed it was all good for him

It was... since he was planning to kidnap you the next time he turned into his Animagus form. Not exactly 'kidnap' you per se, he'd just keep you in the Shrieking Shack, but don't worry, Sirius won't leave you alone. Your kindness and sweet nature was too addicting for him and he was far too selfish to share you with anyone else....

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ncteez · 2 years

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Persistent. (j.s)

Johnny has it in his head that having sex without a condom would feel better. Despite the number of times he’s asked, you always rejected the idea out of fear of getting pregnant. Only with the promise that he will pull out, you allow it this one time. except he doesn’t, and he probably didn’t intend to pull out anyway.

ao3 | m.list | minors dni !!

WORDCOUNT― 2.1k

PAIRING― johnny x afab reader

CONTENT― top johnny, anxious reader

WARNINGS― this is dubcon. do not read this work if you either don’t know or know that it will bother you. this is consensual sex for the most part except for like, when it’s not but also still is? i dont know? i will not trauma dump to give others the ability to grant me permission to write this. if you don’t like it, don’t read it.

NOTE― not proof read. here is ur dumpster fire @neopuppy u get full credit for me thinking bout this enough to write it in the span of like a few hours. anyway, *humps pics of mark lee*

It was just this once where you decide to let Johnny put it in raw. Not because he forced you, not because you felt guilty, and not because you felt obligated. Like him, you’ve never had sex without a condom but it’s the fact that you’re not on any form of birth control that leads you to reject the idea more often than not. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re curious in finding out what it feels like without the thin layer of latex preventing the very real feeling of a cock inside of you.

Today is a little bit different. Johnny brought it up again, promising that he has self-control and will pull out as soon as he starts feeling like he’s going to spill his load. If the past few years with him didn’t tell you that you can trust him, you feel like you’d probably have already broken up with him by now. So, for once, you agree. Slightly excited yourself to see if it actually feels any better, his smile only made it more exciting.

As expected, it did feel better. A lot better. From the drag of his bare cock to the wetness of him and you finally mixing. Johnny appears to agree with you, with the way his body tenses as he finally bottoms out, holding himself there and twitching inside of you. The twitch of his cock stretches you open much like it always did, except this time burning a bit more with how tightly he’s packed himself into your small, wet hole.

You watch him intently and notice only for a split second how dark his eyes have become by the sheer raw feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Usually, he’s talking, usually, he’s already chasing for more friction but it appears he’s getting just what he needs at the moment.

When he pulls his hips back he looks down at his cock, shimmering with a coat of wetness from you for the first time. He groans at it, finally being able to feel your warmth without the cold latex needing to be warmed up first, without the latex creating a barrier between your walls and him. Finally, you can feel him, and he can feel you. He can truly feel how slippery you are, sliding in and out with ease once he does finally move his hips a bit faster.

“So wet–” He seethes through his teeth, pulling his eyes from your pussy and up towards the ceiling so that he can bask in the feeling. “Fuck, so tight.” He looks back down and feels how easy the slide into you is compared to before. Faster, harder, Johnny leans over you and places both hands against the headboard so that he can balance himself for his next, deep, hard thrust.

You yelp as you feel him slam into you, and you really thought he would keep a slower rhythm like usual, but then you yelp again, and again because he’s continuously slamming his hips into you. Looking up at him, his pupils are shot and all you can do is drag your eyes to his biceps, flexing with each rough thrust. Partly, you wonder why he’s fucking you so good right now, then again, it’s a little obvious.

Having the ability to bask in the feeling of your boyfriend’s raw cock for the first time, you’re almost seeing stars when he pulls one arm away from the headboard and grabs at one of your legs, pushing it against your chest in an uncomfortable and painful way. You take note that he’s barely looking you in the eye and instead, staring down again at his cock plunging in and out of you with so much ease. The squelching sounds audible and almost embarrassing when it comes to how wet you are for him, despite the fact that he isn’t praising you as much as he usually does. You can tell he’s muttering things to himself, but too quietly for you to hear.

You can’t reach climax yourself like this, but you can’t look away from the way his face contorts in pleasure. You’d rather he slip on a condom and fuck you until you cum to be honest, or maybe have him lean down and lick your clit, but watching him alone is doing it for you. You’re incredibly wet, incredibly turned on, and love what he’s doing, but– it’s different. It almost feels like your boyfriend is further from the title than he’s ever been at this moment, this feels like a one-night-stand. The fear of pregnancy is still swimming around in your thoughts, the anxiety is definitely there trying to prevent you from getting off like this, but you ultimately ignore it much as he does.

Finally, you wiggle under him, shooting pleasure through you without intention. You’re want to feel him and want him to drive you straight to orgasm, but when he doesn’t even look at you.

“Johnny,” You try to say seriously, but he doesn’t respond and instead flicks his eyes to you in an immaculate show of how much self-control he doesn’t have.”Slow down, you’re not going to be able to pull out–”

You see him shake his head with a laugh. His hand goes straight to your stomach, pushing down hard so that he feels even more pressure against the head of his cock as it slams against the deepest parts of you.

“Of course, I can pull out–”

Wiggling again to try and get him to release his grip against your belly, he only presses down harder, this time groaning at the way he can feel the head of his cock pressing your belly against his palm.

“I’m so deep,” He comments, thrusting harder this time, harder than you thought he would do with you. “You expect me to stop now?”

You look at him for only a moment before rolling your eyes back at the sheer feeling of how deep he actually is.

“Yes–” You moan out, unsure if it was to his question or praise for how good he’s fucking you.

“Sounds more like you like it.” He fucks into you just as hard, pulling his palm away from your belly and now grabbing your other leg, holding it above his shoulder and nuzzling his face against the muscle there. “All spread out for me. You’re so wet for this, you’re practically sucking me in–”

He’s not entirely wrong. One side of you wants him to stop to save you both from the bigger issue, but the bigger side of you wants him to keep going. You want him to fucking tear you apart. He’s always been able to make you feel so dirty, but this, this felt exciting. Risking the idea of pregnancy, which is admittedly a huge anxiety for you is becoming nothing more than exciting now. It feels dangerous.

“Wait– really, you have to pull out–” You clench unintentionally around him as you make another attempt to not let him lose control, and he stutters his hips for just a moment before holding your leg against his shoulder with a tighter grasp.

“I don’t want to.” He grunts, thrusts now becoming shallow and short as he starts to gasp against the muscle of your leg. “Just let me,”

He chokes up a bit with another drawn-out moan, eyes hooding as the whites of his eyes become the only visible part of them you can see. He’s losing all control from how fucking slippery your pussy is against him, and to be fair, it’s sexy as fuck but it doesn’t change the fact that he genuinely can not cum inside of you.

“You can’t.” You almost plead in a disappointed whine, trying to pull your leg off of him. It’s not that you wouldn’t want to feel it, it’s just that neither of you can actually let this go much further. You’re upset because it does feel good, and honestly, you get it. You really fucking do. If it were under different circumstances, you’d be begging for more rather than telling him that he has to stop.

When you make an attempt to get him to pull out, he only jerks his body more, chasing where ever your hips go, thrusting hard as if to satiate your movements to force you back down onto the mattress, and when he holds your arms down roughly, the feeling of your body half-fighting for him to pull out only squeezes his cock more and causes both of you to groan out in a failed attempt to stop.

“Just take it–” He jerks his hips up a few more times as he says it, feeling so close to the edge. Any thought of actually pulling out of you was long gone, though he never truly thought he’d be able to anyway. “I want to see it pour out of you, just this once” He chokes out again, dropping his body so that his face is only inches from yours.

Feeling slightly smothered as you come to terms with the fact that he’s probably going to come inside of you, you find yourself only half-attempting to stop him again. His strong arms are holding you down, cock just as strong spreading you open in ways that make you feel dizzy. You stop fighting against it for a moment, relaxing your body.

“That’s my girl,” He compliments, kissing against your neck just the way you like. “You’re so wet, don’t you want to feel full?”

“I’m only going to ask you one more time.” You say in a weak voice, hiccupping through the thrusts as he chases his high. “You need to pull out–”

“I won’t.” He admits in a choked-out moan, thrusting against you in a way that offers pressure against your clit. “You don’t really want me to, I can tell.”

You can feel the grip of his hands holding your arms become more bruising as he bottoms out one last time. His hips are pressing so harshly into you that it lifts your ass off the bed. You felt uncomfortably full as he bites against your skin but the way your eyes squeeze shut in anticipation to truly feel him shocked you.

“You’re going to take all of it,” He groans, releasing into you before you can even make an attempt to protest again. “Feel that?” He chuckles, licking against the swollen skin he had just bitten.

You’re silent. You do feel it, and it feels too good, but this isn’t supposed to be happening. The idea of pregnancy is heavy on your mind the moment you realize he’s actually releasing into you but he’s still going and showing no signs of stopping. Johnny is emptying himself inside of you without any shame and the anxiety is hitting you more than the orgasm that was building. It’s only when the last spurt is painted against your unprotected walls that he smiles at you as lovingly as he always did, but he says nothing. You watch now as he pulls back and sits upright to see the damage.

You had asked him to stop, and he didn’t. Then again, you didn’t actually want him to. In fact, you probably would have held him in place by wrapping your legs around him if he had actually listened to you.

He smiles more lovingly than he did towards you at the image of his cum seeping out of you and does little to understand the damage that you just allowed him to do. The whole point of this was just to see what it was like. He was supposed to pull out, though the blame can’t entirely be put on him.

When his eyes reach yours again, you can see a flicker or reality hit him but he plays it off.

“You good?” He asks.

You look at him, a little confused.

“Yeah, but–”

Johnny looks down at his cum pooling against the sheets, then back at you. “But?”

“You broke your promise.”

He keeps his eyes trained on you, searching for anger or discomfort. “You were really sexy, felt so good–”

It makes you feel good that he enjoyed himself but, he still allowed himself to lose control even after you at least attempted to have a little bit of control yourself. He enabled you to make a bad decision and willingly did it himself. Unsure of how you’re feeling now that the pleasure is gone, you go silent.

“I’m sorry, I thought–” Johnny panics at your silence. “I mean, you clearly wanted it?”

You did, physically, but it doesn’t change the fact that he failed you, and you failed yourself. The anxiety now bubbling much higher in your stomach and making you feel nauseous.

cue plan b trip at two in the morning and johnny apologizing 439574895439 times bc i dont know how to end this

#johnny smut #nct smut #johnny suh smut #nct 127 smut #[cnc]

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luna-rainbow · 2 months

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i saw someone recently say that they preferred sambucky over stevebucky (either platonic or romantic tbh) because they felt bucky was happier not living under the shadow of his former self? suggesting that he intentionally spent most of him time post winter soldier away from steve because he didn't want to be compared to a former version of himself that he couldn't return to? I'm a big lover of stevebucky so the idea that steve wouldn't be able to stop comparing (even if subconsciously) post-ws bucky to pre-ws bucky made me question the ship slightly? or that bucky was actually happier without steve in the readjustment process bc he could become his own person without preconceived ideas of what he should be like hanging over his head. I've read a few fics about this and i kinda wanted to know what u thought - would steve's knowledge of the old bucky affect their relationship so negatively that bucky would be happier alone/with people unfamiliar with who he was before (sorry for the rambling question)

Thank you lovely for the very interesting ask! I love these kind of hypotheticals!

First and foremost, don't ever let anyone convince you that you're only allowed to ship one pairing. A lot of people DO only ship one ship, and kudos to them, but you are not a bad fan if you want to ship Bucky with multiple people. Heck, I got into Stucky via Sambucky, and uh…anyway, here I am.

The idea that "Bucky stayed away from Steve because he didn't want to be compared to old Bucky" is one of my favourite angsty "loss of innocence" tropes to explore -- because yes, that's going to be one of Bucky's major insecurities after the Winter Soldier. He isn't the same person as before and no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to go back to who he was before.

The absolutely fascinating part, then, is how a fanfic writer decides to address this. So yeah, I can see this as the jumping board for a SamBucky story (or any other non Stucky ship).

But this is also a concept that not only fits in well within the Stucky fanon/narrative, it's also crucial to explore in order to bring the two of them back together. How does Steve accept that Bucky has changed, and how does Bucky come to trust that Steve accepts this changed version of him?

The answer is, for me, this is Steve we're talking about. Steve with all his tenacity and empathy and loyalty. This is Steve who's known Bucky since childhood, who probably knows Bucky better than the current Bucky remembers himself. This is also a Steve has fought one of the bloodiest wars in history. He is young, but he's not naive. The people of his time didn't have the right words for it - but he has seen a lot of mental health issues on the field. He's come out on the other end of the war still believing in the goodness of humans (his "I'm willing to bet I'm not" speech), so I have no doubt he will look at Bucky and see that -- yeah, you've changed, you've had terrible things happen to you for well over half a century, but you are also still the same kind soul that I grew up with, and that kindness is what's most important; I can still see him in you, even if you are different, and I believe you deserve all the love I can give you.

And you know what, there IS canon evidence that Steve believes in Bucky, believes in the goodness that couldn't be burned away with 70 years of brainwashing. Sam saying to Steve - (Bucky) isn't the kind you save and he won't know you - and Steve replying without an ounce of doubt in his voice, "He will." Or Steve going after Bucky to save him from the SIT because "he'd have done the same for me".

I think another crux is that recent gif set - the "I'm following the little guy from Brooklyn" speech. That was a vow - it was Bucky saying "I loved you (platonically/romantically/wte) when you were a poor disabled scruffy kid in the dumps, and I will love you just the same even if you're a buff blue-eyed Adonis." Their story, as always, encircles each other's - it is now Steve's turn to say "I loved you when you were a nerdy protective flirt and I will love you just the same even if you're disabled and scruffy and dealing with horrendous PTSD". I think that vow also highlights just how important Steve was, even at that point, to Bucky, which means…their loyalty will always draw them back to each other. Once Bucky sees Steve has faith in him, he will have faith in himself to rebuild his identity in a way that's true to him.

It really depends on the writer, but most versions I’ve seen in which Steve and Bucky separate (over this issue) write Steve as either obtuse, selfish or emotionally immature…which is not how I read him to be. I think he has the emotional maturity to accept that Bucky will have similarities but will also have stark differences to who he once was...but then, time leaves its mark on everyone it touches, not just Bucky (I kinda touched on that concept on my "Learning to Want" fic *self plug*). It's a rough road and on some days there's going to be more setbacks than progress, and yeah on some days Steve is going to get frustrated and upset and maybe even a little defeatist, but I think both he and Bucky have that tenacious survivor streak in them that will pull them through, especially if they're together.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #asks #stucky meta

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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25 asks again :0000 🎄🎄🎄

Never??? What part of my content ever suggested that I would ever draw anything like that??

The snowy forests they tend to camp in are actually the forests attached to Snowdin :0 They tend to end up there a lot <XD No ones found them out there before so they've deemed Snowdin forests a safe camping spot..

I'm not sure what you mean by a cliffhanger. My Octonauts stuff wasn't following a timeline or anything. I was just goofing around and drawing what ever I felt like.

If you're talking about the crab comic? I abandoned that comic on a cliff hanger because I didn't like how I wrote the comic and I didn't feel like re-writing it. :/ The Captain ends up totally fine in the end so its ok-

(Also thank you! :} )

Thank you! Merry Christmas to you too!! :DDDD 💖🎄💖

It kind'a depends.. what really exhausts him is making multiple mirrors back to back that all lead to different places. And how long he holds them open is also a factor..

Maybe a good guestimate is.. about 5? Maybe if he makes 5 mirrors in less than 3 days that would be enough to completely wipe him out. Maybe even knock him unconscious..

But its okay, the group usually is good at avoiding that scenario. Usually they jump into an AU and stay there for a few days before jumping into a new one. That way Jevil has time to rest and recover.

@couchwow

:DD Thank you! We wish the same to you as well! :}} 🎄💖🔥

Oh yeah, very protective I imagine XD He wouldn't put him down or let him out of his sight for even a second.

@ocinstituterep

I'd like to think he kept it and hung it on his bedroom wall yeah. But Knowing Peso and how much of a sweetheart he is.. I can totally see him giving it to Pinto for a keepsake/to show it off to his friends :}

Only when they're using their magic in someway yeah. :0 The more magic they're using/the more they're straining, the more visible their pupil becomes.

And it can extend to their emotions. The more mentally unstable/emotional/afraid the cat is.. the more cracked and deformed their pupil can become..

@bunny-coffee

Shellington got some angry cousins frfr XDDD

(Post in question)

Ehh.. not exactly.. that situation with that Papyrus ended up getting really dangerous, and really scary, really fast.. They end up fleeing that AU and leave that Papyrus behind.. :(

@fallingbones (post in question)

WWAAAHHAGDG THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! THAT MEANS A LOT TO MEEEEE!!😭😭💖💖💖😭

That's because I was gonna draw a comic revealing her new name but I never got around to it.. 💔

(Still keeping it a secret in case I change my mind lol-)

ACTUALLY! I had an idea that if Jevil rushes a mirror, he just has less control over it and will have no idea where the mirror will end up. And one time Jevil hastily made a mirror and when they jumped though.. they all got dumped into a river 😬 which is very bad for nearly everyone involved-

Seam's chains got caught on a branch and he got stuck while everyone else got swept down stream. He was able to just barely get his chains free and drag himself onto land.

Grillby doesn't die or anything, but boy is it incredibly painful. Thankfully he's able to scramble out of the water rather quickly and collapse on land..

Spamton has a phobia of water so by the time him and Jevil are able to get out he's breaking down from a panic attack :'(

Goner kid cant really swim but she was very lucky and was able to grab onto some branches and scramble out of the water.

Asgore wasn't really in any danger but he did struggle to get out of the water. He was eventually able to latch onto a branch as well and pull himself out.

The group recollected and probably camped out in the nearby forest for a few days to mentally and physically recover from that ordeal-

Upon Googling it, it appears to be a fangame about the yellow soul..? I also saw "Undertale yellow controversy" uh oh- I'm not sure what I think about it <XD

Although I've never played/seen a playthrough of Resident Evil.. this sounds right up my ally! XD

Also thank you! Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you as well! :DD 🎄🎉

XD Yes! I also have these two but they're not as cool/polished/original to me as the other 7 are-

@octonauts16

Ultimately my thoughts are, "It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be/could have been. 6 outa 10, would watch again and recommend to my friends 🎤🐻👍"

And as for a sequel? I'm not sure if they'll make one.. if they do, I kind'a hope it'll be about the second game and they'll up the horror a bit more this time 👀

@cupofmaplesyrup

waaa thank you!! :DD

I'm not sure.. I imagined Bibi likes the stuff I make, simply because I made it. I'm not sure what the rest of them would think.. :0

Although the 20k comic was a biggie. They all thought that project was cool XD

@beryl-shade

I did! It seemed fitting for him. Also it helps visually distinguish him from Glamrock Freddy :00

XD She has that effect on people

When the when When?

@love-is-the-multiverse

That's just how I draw skeletons that don't look really creepy :( 💔

#my response #fnaf security breach #fnaf movie #undertale #deltarune #factual fam #seam and jevil #seam deltarune #jevil #bibi

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phantom088 · 5 days

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Just a light hearted rant

In other words, things in Danny Phantom that make absolutely no sense.

First off is the on button to the portal being on the inside the portal.

Who's idea was that?Jack, Maddie, I'm looking at you.

Like seriously, Jack and Maddie gave up because the portal didn't work when they plugged it in. In reality they just didn't hit the on button, which was inside the damn portal! How does that even work?

In order to turn that thing on, someone would have to sacrifice their life to push the button...and would you look at that, Danny walked right into that and now he's half dead. Skill issue I guess, but still.

At least it seems Jack and Maddie fixed the issue as in later episodes its shown that there's a on and off button on the outside of the portal, either that or they built 2 sets of buttons in the first place which then makes me wonder why they didn't hit the on button they had on the outside when they plugged the portal in.

The next thing is questioning how Danny got the thermos working.

Yeah, it seems like he transferred some ghostly energy into it as pictured here:

But the show doesn't actually conform that or tell us how Danny got the thermos working. He basically asked the thermos to work and it went "No worries fam, I got you." And it worked.

No explanation, just a "it works now...yay!" Kind of vibe.

My third thing skips quite a few episodes, even a full season and that is the existence of Danielle or Dani.

Here are the questions that come to mind.

How is Dani a female when she is supposed to be a clone of a male? Yes I've heard the trans theory, or maybe to make her stable Vlad had to mess with the XY chromosomes, or even Vlad added some female DNA into her for some reason (probably to make her stable). But non of those ideas completely follow up.

Why is she 12? In cloning cases, the clone doesn't end up a set age, when someone is cloned, their clone starts as a fetus/baby. It should have taken Dani 12 years to you know, become a 12 year old kid. So unless Vlad decided to start cloning Danny when he was 2, I don't see why Dani is 12.

How is she even stable in the first place? Yes, the other clones Vlad made weren't very stable, but it still makes no sense that Dani is stable because cloning is a very delicate process. Usually a clone of someone doesn't end up healthy like Dani, there always has to be some birth defect, and in real life most clones don't even live that long, and that's 2024 talking. Mind you, Danny Phantom was made in the early 2000s, cloning technology probably wasn't as advance then, meaning Dani isn't even supposed to be alive.

Fourth and final thing, and that's the asteroid.

Just the fact that the asteroid is made of a material called ecto-ranium says it all. This material was never mentioned before Phantom Planet, meaning it was made up on the spot, rushed per-se just like how the final episode was rushed!

Even worse is the fact Vlad managed to send the fucking thing hurtling at earth, and the best idea that wveryone could come up with was send two middle aged man to space in a rocket ship, one being half ghost and the other being a inconfidant ghost hunter, both dumped on bad terms, and hoping for the best.

Who would have saw Vlad not being able to make the asteroid intangible coming? Who would have thought his plan failed, and Jack ended up leaving him out in space. What a shocker.

Then instead of building a laser or something that would destroy the asteroid everyone decided to put their trust on a teenage ghost to fix everything. Sure he was successful, making it so the asteroid could phase through the whole ass planet even though it's made of a material ghosts can't manipulate (meaning it should be obvious a ghost can't phase through the asteroid or get objects such as a whole planet to phase through it as well but to each your own).

Let's just hope the moon or sun or any other planet weren't in it's path when it passed through earth.

And don't even get me started on the crappy relationship we all know Danny and Sam are gonna have. It was rushed, and frankly knowing Sam is someone who wants things to go her way, and Danny is someone who's too stubborn to follow that, the relationship isn't going to last.

Also, why were Sam and Tucker being such assholes to Danny through the whole episode until he restored his powers. Like bro, he got rid of his powers to specifically protect you two, why be asses to him?

And that ends my rant lol.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #Humor #Rant #Light Hearted #Nickelodeon #Don't Take This Seriously #Nicktoons #Funny

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AU where Presumed Straight Boy™️ Porsche is roomies with Presumed Bossy Trust Fund Baby™️ Kinn

This was supposed to be like three sentences and then I got carried away so now it’s like an extremely sloppy not-quite-fic that I should probably just dump in a Google doc and write up properly, but instead I’m presenting it like tumblr is a potluck and I brought a casserole made out of whatever’s in my fridge. 🤲 (Also this is all @iffervescent ’s fault for coming up with the idea for a fic about comphet Porsche doing one of those “straight guy bottoms for the first time” pornos, at which point I lost my mcfucking mind.)

Porsche is having lots of fun, casual hook-ups but lately girls can’t seem to get enough of his ass for some reason. And it’s not that he’s not game to try, he just doesn’t get what the big deal is bc he always assumed anal was overhyped. And anyway some part of him feels weird about having that much focus on him and his body. He likes making girls get off and being useful and his own pleasure is almost secondary to the rush and satisfaction of making someone else feel good.

But this is the third time in a month that a girl’s asked—actually more like begged—to peg him, and he’s a people pleaser, okay? If ass play is such a turn-on for so many girls, he should at least give it a fair shot.

So he does, and…well. It’s sort of a bust. The girl isn’t doing anything wrong, it’s all him. He clenches up tight as a clam as soon as the spotlight is on him, can’t relax or bear down or take deep breaths or anything. He doesn’t even really like getting blowjobs, always too distracted wondering what the girl is getting out of it, feeling bad that he’s letting her do all the work for what seems to him like very little reward.

Ass stuff is all those feelings plus more complicated ones, discomfort and confusion and a faint, twisting sense of shame that he knows is bullshit but can’t quite shake. And nice as the girl is, she’s still a stranger, and it’s still just a hook-up, and patience has a limit. So after it becomes painfully clear Porsche isn’t up for what she’s after, she gives up and lets him fuck her quick and matter-of-fact, and after that night she doesn’t text him again.

Porsche tries not to take it personally or be too bummed by what a tight-ass he apparently is. But one night a few weeks later, he’s snuck maybe one or two more drinks than he should’ve at his bartending shift, and Yok has to call his #RichKidsofInstagram roomie Kinn to come pick him up. Kinn does, huffing bitchily the whole time as he practically carries Porsche from the bar to the car, then from the car to their apartment.

Porsche is a sloppy drunk. He knows this, and really he should’ve learned better by now, but he’s in a funk about his ass now and his filter was never good to begin with. So it’s probably inevitable that he ends up opening his mouth and letting some truly embarrassing shit come out of it. He tells Kinn all about the girls who want to plow him, how he’s happy to let them in theory but in practice he’s been a total disappointment so far. “I wish that thing in porn was real,” he slurs against Kinn’s shoulder as Kinn fumbles for his keys.

“What thing?” Kinn says, with the tone of someone already wishing he hadn’t asked.

“You know,” Porsche says nonsensically. “The thing. Where they have, like, a teacher. The whole oh no he’s an ass virgin, we’ll have to give him lessons.” He pitches his voice a little higher for dramatic effect, but Kinn is unimpressed.

“You watch porn about guys who are ass virgins?” Kinn twists the key in the lock and tugs Porsche inside.

“For educational purposes,” Porsche says, waving the question away with one hand as he stumbles behind Kinn into the living room. “You’re missing the point.”

“Which is?” Kinn shoves lightly at his shoulders, but Porsche’s balance is so pitiful, he keels back onto the couch with a loud oof, landing on one of Kinn’s plush, overpriced throw pillows.

“I want, like, a teacher. To teach me about ass stuff. Oh!” Porsche tries to figure out how to raise his head from the very comfortable pillow, but it’s too hard to do that and talk at the same time, so he picks talking. “Not a teacher. A coach. You know, like they have on that show The Voice. Just somebody helping me with my—I don’t know, routine or whatever. And then I go out and try it with somebody every week.”

“Does that mean you can get voted off?” Kinn’s voice is swimming somewhere overhead. Somebody’s unbuttoning Porsche’s shirt, which is fine because he’s sweating.

“Don’t try being funny,” Porsche warns him. “That’s my job. You buy the throw pillows, I tell the jokes. If you say anything funny, I’ll throw up all over you.”

“I’ll need to buy more throw pillows after this,” Kinn says grimly. “You smell like the inside of a vodka bottle.”

Porsche barely hears him. He’s thinking about that pretty girl from a few weeks ago, how disappointed she must’ve been that he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He feels ridiculous, a little pathetic even. It’s just his ass, for fuck’s sake. It can’t be that hard. Gay guys do it all the time—

“Wait!” Porsche’s eyes snap open. Two blurry, criminally good-looking Kinns sway in front of him. “I need a gay guy,” Porsche announces to him.

“For what exactly?” Kinn scoops his hands under Porsche’s shoulders, lifting him off the couch until he’s sitting up enough to slide the shirt off his arms.

Porsche lets him do all the work, too concentrated on keeping his head up. “Gay guys know lots about anal. I could find one and make him my coach.”

“You know, it’s not just gay guys who do anal,” Kinn says, struggling with one of Porsche’s arms.

“Well, duh.” Porsche tries rolling his eyes, but it immediately makes his stomach roll too, so he stops. “I’m trying to do anal, and I’m not gay. But they’re supposed to be, like, experts, you know? Like the OG connoisseurs of butt stuff through the centuries. If I’m gonna do it, I wanna learn from the masters.”

Kinn finally gets Porsche’s arm free of the uncooperative sleeve. “So you’re just planning on propositioning some random gay guy to be your ass play coach?”

Porsche frowns. “Well, no, I guess not. It’d have to be someone I know. Maybe I won’t freeze up if it’s a friend with me instead of a hook-up.” He groans and drops his head. “But I don’t know any gay guys!”

Kinn’s hands go still, even though Porsche’s remaining sleeve is still caught around his elbow. There’s a long pause. “Porsche,” Kinn says finally, sounding like he’s already regretting what he’s about to say. “You know I’m gay, right?”

The words take a few seconds to register, and when they do they don’t make any sense. Porsche lifts his head, bleary-eyed. “Huh?”

“I’m gay,” Kinn repeats slowly.

Gay. Kinn. Gay Kinn. Kinn gay. Kinn? Gay?

Porsche blinks at him. “I told you not to say anything funny,” he says.

And then he does, in fact, throw up all over him.

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In Kinn’s defense, he hadn’t actually intended to offer lessons in anal to the idiotic roommate he’s been pining after for six months.

He’s sure Porsche won’t remember much the next morning—not the unpleasant ordeal of cleaning the vomit off both of them, or giving Porsche a strictly clinical sponge bath, or Porsche’s drunken over-sharing about his tight asshole and what a burden it is for him.

By the time he’s gotten Porsche clean and in bed, Kinn is hanging onto sanity by a thread. The only thing that could be worse than remembering the whole night would be Porsche remembering it too.

So of course he does.

And of course he’s nowhere near as embarrassed as Kinn is about the whole thing, aside from apologizing for throwing up on him. He slumps down at the little table in their kitchen the next morning, inhaling a cup of coffee and watching Kinn make an omelette. And within five minutes, he’s steamrolled right over any lingering awkwardness and is asking Kinn to be his “ass coach.”

Kinn says no obviously. That it’s a stupid idea, they’re roommates, Porsche can deal with this on his own—

“But I’ve tried that!” Porsche interjects.

“Tried what?”

“Dealing with it on my own.”

At this, Kinn swallows loudly and keeps his voice carefully neutral. “As in—”

“You know, fingering myself, that sort of stuff.” Porsche downs the last of his coffee. “After the fiasco with that girl, I figured I should practice solo until I was better at it. I thought about getting a few toys to see if that would help but they’re kind of pricey and—”

Kinn is, at this point, having an out-of-body experience. Just the idea, the knowledge, that sometime—anytime—in the past couple of weeks Porsche was in his room trying to work a finger up his own ass, makes Kinn’s brain stutter to a screeching halt. He’s staring unseeing at the kitchen cupboard, picturing it, trying not to picture it, having crisis upon crisis upon crisis in the span of about four seconds. All while Porsche is still talking, telling him about the articles he read and the porn he watched and how really, he thinks maybe he should just walk into a gay bar and throw himself at anyone who looks capable and not murder-y.

Kinn is only human, and very, deeply, stupendously gay, and the hot roommate he’s in love with is offering himself—specifically his ass—on a silver platter to any man who’s willing.

Really, it’s only a matter of time before Kinn gives in and says, numbly, disbelievingly, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Porsche asks.

“I’ll be your—” Kinn swallows. Looks down at his hopelessly burnt omelette. Looks up at the ceiling, resigned and desperately turned on. “I’ll be your…ass coach.”

And the many, many, many weeks of education begin…

….but I’m not writing full-fledged smut on a tumblr post lol, I have to draw the very shaky line somewhere. I really should just make this a proper fic but I’m already drowning in WIPs so if I do end up fleshing this out into a proper Thing, it’ll be a while.

Anyway, the point is: I am Thinking™️ about Porsche discovering the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of prostate orgasms.

#tl;dr Kinn is Porsche’s Jennifer Hudson #kinnporsche #my fic #<- technically I guess?#ass coach wip

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sirianasims · 4 months

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We were nearing the end of our final semester, and in some ways it felt like a relief. The situation was becoming unbearable, the tension between Samuel and I almost palpable.

We had avoided each other for weeks, much to the confusion of our roommates. I spent as little time as possible in the house, opting to either go for endless runs or do all my studying at Larry’s Lagoon.

I finally made a real attempt at befriending Jessica, and we actually became pretty close. It was much easier for me to hang out with her alone than trying to deal with the entire team at once, and she quickly picked up on that.

I thew myself into the final matches with wild abandon, even resulting in a few injuries, and whenever I had to stay home, I locked myself in my room and studied alone.

I missed Griffin’s horrifying kitchen accident anecdotes and the chaotic energies of Tai and Shen, but I just couldn’t be around Samuel. Besides, everyone was busy preparing for finals, especially the med students.

Whenever I caught a glimpse of Samuel, he looked frustrated. Whether it was only because of the looming exams, I couldn’t tell.

The nights were quiet now, but I still couldn’t sleep. Samuel hadn’t had any more visitors, and I knew he’d slept in his own bed every single night since the incident.

I longed for the semester to be over so we could go our separate ways. He’d probably move away to become a doctor and I’d never have to see him again.

Never.

I sat up, feeling like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me.

Never seeing Samuel again? What was I thinking? The very idea was insane, impossible.

I almost felt sick. I needed Samuel in my life, needed him like the air I breathed.

I realised that deep down I had always thought that we would be together forever. Being without Samuel? That was never truly an option.

I loved him, more than anything. He had always been mine, and I had somehow assumed that he always would be.

I stared at the rain drops running down my window. After this semester, Samuel was going to disappear from my life.

I couldn’t let that happen.

beginning / previous / next

#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen4 #freya duchelli #samuel ward #jessica clemons #griffin hart

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soulofapatrick · 1 year

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Finding Family - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: It’s been six months after agreeing to stay in Jackson and Joel’s starting to act suspicious so you pry the answer from Tommy and it’s very far from what you could have ever expected

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: a little angst; fluff’ smut (p in v); overstimulation; edging; a little cockwarming and teasing but very fluffy too

NOTES: Chapter 8 of Let Me Save You

Y/N’s POV

The months pass and we settle in more and more until no-one looks at us funny and people actually talk to us. Joel’s softened up, becoming more of the man Tommy will tell me about whenever I visit him. I’ve been put on patrols with Tommy and Jesse but if I’m not on patrol I’m helping at the kennels and stables, having a strong bond with animals. Joel calls me the animal whisperer which always makes me laugh, smacking his arm lightly and telling him to shush even if my heart is full of love.

Ellie’s having the time of her life, currently in her rebellious phase and has moved into her own small place not too far away. It was a struggle to get Joel to agree but after hours of reasoning with him he agreed, especially with the idea we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted without having to worry about how loud we were. He won’t admit it but I think that was the point that broke his resolve as we’ve had to be super quiet over the months. It’s hot but I want Joel to hear how much I’m enjoying it, instead his hand is usually over my mouth and his hips rocking into me slowly from behind as he silences my whines and moans. A pillow shoved between the gap of the headboard and wall to silence the bed and the duvet pulled over us just in case Ellie wants to come in without knocking which she has done before.

Ellie’s got a girlfriend but she’s not out to us yet. I know exactly who it is and knows she’s gay, Joel getting the hint too when I mentioned Ellie spending a lot of time with that girl, Cat, with a lot of sleepovers. Joel wanted to confront Ellie and tell her we both support her but again, I had to show him logic and we’d let her come to us as it’s Ellie. You don’t push Ellie, you let her come to you or she’ll close up and it’ll take months before she’s back to telling you everything. However, I have noticed that Ellie’s been eyeing Jesse’s on and off girlfriend - Dina - a lot and I have a bet with Joel how long it’ll take for her to admit her feelings to Dina as I really don’t like her with Cat. Cat seems to just be using her but I’m not going to broach that subject before Ellie does the whole ‘I’m gay’ admittance first.

Joel’s begun acting weird, he’s disappearing a lot and Tommy’s been taking me on more patrols or making me join me him and Maria at the Tipsy Bison in the evenings. It’s been happening for weeks and as much as Joel and I have been through together I’m getting anxious as I wouldn’t be surprised if now that we’re settled that he’s bored of me. I’m not Tess who he was probably having relations with before I came alone and I have a lot of baggage that I dumped on him all those months back. He’s no less physically with me but thinking about it, it’s usually me bent over a table or face down on the bed so he’s never looking at me. Maybe he’s picturing another woman. There are plenty of pretty women in Jackson who have been ogling him, maybe he gave into one of them and now he pictures her every time we have sex?

“What’s got you frowning, huh?” Tommy’s sliding into the booth next to me, a few minutes late to when he told me I had to be here. He’s pulling me into a side hug, letting me rest my head on his shoulder as he quickly worked out one of my romantic and non romantic love languages is physical contact so he makes a habit of hugging me or slinging his arm around my shoulder where he can.

“Joel’s acting weird.” I blurt out, keeping my face in his shirt as I don’t wanna see the reaction from him. It could tell all as Tommy’s not the best at keeping his features straight, meaning I’ll see my answer and I’m terrified of it being what I don’t want it to be.

“Yeah, that’s Joel for you.”

“Is he cheating on me?” I glance up in time to see Tommy choke on his beer, cognac eyes wide in surprise. He recovers, wiping away the spilt beer, setting the bottle on the table and turning his body so he’s facing me properly.

“You really think Joel would cheat on you?” He asks, catching my hands in his and rubbing my knuckles gently, “Do you know how much that man won’t shut up about you while on patrols? Maria even had to resort to snowballs to get him to shut the fuck up one time.”

The thought of Maria of all people, big; strong and straight faced Maria throwing a snowball at Joel just so he would stop rambling makes me giggle a little. Joel gets very into it when he’s talking about something he’s passionate about, hands flailing, years falling from him as he gets so excited and turns into a human firework about to go off. The reassurance quells my fears but not entirely, a tiny ember in the back of my mind still there and ready to turn into a whole forest fire if I don’t get the exact truth from Tommy.

“So why does he keep disappearing at odd hours?” I ask, widening my eyes and making the best puppy dog eyes at the younger brother as I can. He steels me with a glare, looking away but I grab his face and make him look at me until the resistance crumbles and he’s sighing when I add a quiet, “Pleaseeeee Tommyy…”

“He’s been in touch with Fireflies-“

“WHAT?!”

Tommy’s grabbing, forcing me back into my seat so he can finish talking but all I can think about is Ellie and how could Joel do this to me. I think I can hear my heart break at the thought of Joel going behind my back to turn in the girl we’ve come to raise as our daughter together. Maybe nothing Joel said about us being a family was real and he is just u-

“He’s looking for Scott and Shepherd to bring them to Jackson.”

“What?” It comes out quieter this time and I think I stop breathing. I must have misheard Tommy. There’s no way Joel would go that far out of his way to find my brothers I left in Boston. He’s going to get himself killed or Maria is gonna do it herself if she finds out he’s been on the radio. Maria is very adamant we stay off the radios to keep the settlement safe as she believes if no one knows it exists then no one will try take over which makes sense, “But… Maria… But…”

Tommy laughs softly, eyes soft as mine flick up to meet his, and I’m just leaning forwards until my forehead hits his chest and he’s wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I don’t know if I cry or not, feeling like I’m looking at myself from the side as my mind goes back to Scott and Shepherd living in such innocence back in Boston as they would be kept inside until the burnings were done with. I can barely feel Tommy’s arms around me, one rubbing my back soothingly as I grip his thigh to try and ground myself as there’s a chance I might see my brothers again. What would I tell them? How do I let them know about Elliott? Will they forgive me for up and leaving them that day? What-

“Shhhh, I can hear you thinking,” Tommy whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “Remember you can’t tell Joel I told you any of this okay?”

I hear Joel moving around the bedroom, undressing as quietly as he can, thinking I’m asleep but I can’t sleep after what Tommy told me earlier. It’s not long before the duvet lifts and the bed dips with his weight, his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me against his chest while his lips press a sweet kiss to my shoulder.

“Is it true?” I’m speaking quietly before I can stop myself and he freezes, lips still on my shoulder, just for a second before he’s laying his head back to the pillow, not speaking and waiting for me to continue. I roll over in his arms so we’re facing each other and he’s moving one of those calloused hands up to my cheek, thumb rubbing lovingly and honey eyes soft in the moonlight, “Is it true you’re looking for Scott and Shep?” He sighs defeated, letting his eyes slip shut and grumbling about how he’s gonna kick Tommy’s ass the next time he sees his younger brother, drawing a small laugh from me before I speak again, “I forced him to tell me, as you know I may have the best puppy dog eyes ever.”

There’s a rumble in his chest before his eyes are fluttering back open and he’s asking in a even quieter voice, “Are you upset?”

“No! God, no! I ummm… I was worried you were well... bored of me.” I admit and suddenly I’m being pushed onto my back, Joel hovering over me with eyes dark and full of a mixture of hurt and anger. He doesn’t let me speak, kissing the next word out of my mouth with a hunger I haven’t felt from him before. It’s breathtaking and I like it, matching his hunger and need as our lips smash together almost painfully, teeth clicking and tongues searching. His hands are tugging my panties to the side and I’m spreading my legs, gasping into his mouth when he circles my clit.

I go to tangle my hands in his hair but he grips my wrists and forces my hands back to the headboard, growling out, “You hands better stay here until I say,” And the power and possessiveness of it as my walls clenching around nothing as I do as he says, gripping onto the wooden headboard. He practically rips my shirt open, mouthing hot kisses along the exposed skin with a promise to trade for a new one but I don’t care, all I can think about now is how I want this rougher side of Joel when he bites almost painfully down on one nipple, his fingers still working at my clit and bringing me closer and closer to my first happy ending of the night. He’s trailing his kisses lower and lower until he’s biting hickeys into my hips and my legs are slamming shut around his hand, head falling back and eyes slipping shut, hips grinding down for more when there’s suddenly nothing. I let out a sound of anguish and my eyes are flying back open to see him hovering over me, a cheeky grin on his face as he watches me, speaking lowly, “You think I want some other woman below me writhing and moaning my name when I have you baby girl?”

“I-I’m sorry,” I choke out, my hips rocking down trying to find that final release but coming up empty as Joel just quirks a brow, “Please Joel, only you. It’s just us, together, please Joel I need you.” I’m a begging mess but it seems to do the trick because the pads of his fingers are abusing my swollen clit and he’s swallowing every moan, mouth fitting to mine perfectly in a slightly sweeter kiss until I’m arching my back and that tightness snaps, his name falling from my lips like a prayer as I ride out my high. He keeps moving his fingers, other hand tightly on my hip as I whine and try to wriggle away from oversensitivity but it just makes him smirk as he trails open mouthed kisses down my neck, only stopping the overstimulation when I’m right there again. I wanna smack him and cry but my hands stay right where they are, gripping the headboard so tightly my knuckles have gone white.

All I can do is watch as he slips out of his boxers, dick smacking against his stomach and the angry head leaking precum that I wanna lick up and leave him wanting more like he’s going to me right now. The thought draws a whine from me and the possessive look seems to melt into something loving as he sees how high strung I am and how desperately I fucking need him right now.

Joel takes pity on me, slipping the head teasingly through my folds and nudging my oversensitive clit a few times just to hear me gasp and moan until he’s gripping my hips and bottoming out with no warning. It draws a small scream from me as he smacks that spongy spot dead on and I have to tighten my walls not to come then and there. He lets me adjust to him, no matter how many times we have sex or make love I don’t think I could get used to how thick he is, stretch me open so fucking wide every time. I’m almost removing my hands from the headboard when he begins pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, my eyes rolling back into my head and as quickly as the pleasure is there, it’s gone. Joel’s got that smirk on his face again as I hold back my whines, feeling so full of him and needing him to move but instead he removes my hands from the headboards and rearranges us, slipping out and then I’m really whining as I’m too empty too soon.

“Patience baby girl,” He soothes, sitting back against the headboard and drawing me onto his lap, “You wanna get off you’re gonna have to do it yourself,” He whispers in my ear, sinking me onto his dick and leaning back so he can watch my face contort with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His honey eyes are almost black at this point, hands behind his head and an eyebrow raised as he waits, watching me cockwarm him until I can’t take it anymore. My hands fly to his shoulders to stabilise myself as I begin to ride him. He tries to keep the pleasure off his face and his arms behind his head but I can see the way they itch to grip my hips and fuck me onto his dick so I lean forwards and suck a few hickeys on his neck before whispering, “Ruin me baby, remind me who’s I am again.”

It doesn’t take long after his hands fly to my hips, nails leaving half mood crescents in my skin and are sure to leave hand print bruises that I’m moaning his name into the crook of his neck. My thighs clamping shut around his and my walls even tighter, as if trying to milk him dry while my hand not pressed to the wall behind him is tugging at his hair. He’s struggling to hold on a little longer so I bite down on that sweet spot just above his collarbone and he’s yanking me back down one more time, head falling back and mouth open in the perfect ‘o’ shape as he begins filling me with his thick ropes and my name falls from his lips.

We just stay like that, Joel’s strong arms wrapping around my waist as I draw him into a lazy kiss, both of us panting and trying to catch out breaths as we come down from the highs. He shuffles down the bed so we’re facing each other again, both of us groaning when he slips out and he’s mumbling, “I would never cheat on you baby girl. You mean too much to me…” hand finding mine and face warm, “If I were to lose you I’d surely lose myself.”

“I love you too, I’m sorry I even began to think that.” I sigh lightly, scratching my fingers through his beard before running my thumb over his bottom lip before we’re leaning in for a kiss. It’s sweet and gentle, full of love and emotions neither of us know how to say, “Fuck what about Ellie?” I’m pulling back suddenly, releasing how fucking loud we were but Joel’s just chuckling.

“She’s at Dina’s with Jesse and Dina.” He reassures me and I’m sighing with relief, letting Joel pull me into his arms. We should really clean up the mess but when I feel his heart beneath my ear I can barely keep my eyes open, feeling myself being dragged to sleep and hearing the quietest whisper before I’m out.

“I plan on marrying you baby girl.”

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Chapter One ⇢ Save Who You Can Save

Chapter Two ⇢ Stitches

Chapter Three ⇢ Keep You Safe

Chapter Four ⇢ Escape Kansas City

Chapter Five ⇢ Finding Tommy

Chapter Six ⇢ Revealing Secrets

Chapter Seven ⇢ Crossed Paths

Chapter Eight ⇢

Chapter Nine ⇢ Two Become One

Chapter Ten ⇢ Coming Soon

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star-crossed-mid · 7 months

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Leon becoming the king rambles

I haven't finished the entirety of everyone's stories (I just did the mainstory for all 12) but I've been thinking about Leon's final story where he ascends to the king status.

more info dumping theories below. Also I could be wrong like again I have not finished anyone's story completely pls correct me if im wrong

From what I've seen he becomes king of the heavens and is given a new set of stars (the king star).

It makes me wonder who's taking over as minister of wishes/ruler of leo. He did give MC the Leo constellation for her to become a god iirc. It's funny bcuz its almost like his name correlates to a lion and itd probably get confusing from there. Also MC has aquarius in one of her eyes so I wonder if it just went back to hue after this.

Would Vega or Karno become minister? Would it be MC? Would the departments even be a thing when he's king or would he fundamentally just change everything.

If leon becomes the new king/becomes omnipotent, wouldn't he just be forced to live like the king, always hidden away and alone because he literally sees and knows all. Only left a victim of watching things happen until ppl come up to you for more. Letting curiosity roam free as you have infinite power to do anything. A move of his hand and things are gone. Is he even himself at this point or does the curse of infinite knowledge and power catch up.

This also dives into Leon as a character. He's portrayed as lazy and uninterested (on mondays or smthn) at first. He's also shown as a hard worker and genuinely tries to be just and fair. Whenever a god is in trouble he always makes a stand towards Zyg and the King. Most of his character arc is Leon trying to understand that he can trust MC/other people and that they care for him as a person, not a mighty powerful being. Despite his attitude towards everything, Leon is just a character who has to learn to undo his past ways of thinking that were hurting him and the people around him (and he does healthily learn). Leon's behavior is also very cat-like.

Would he be able to keep all the progress he made in a position similar to where he was most hurt.

He also marries mc and has a kid in that route so ig there's that. From what I've seen he changes a few things to allow everything to go smoothly.

Also to note Star-crossed myth has generally happy endings and is on positive notes most of the time compared to other god media being nitty gritty. I may be reading too deep into this to cope with the bad ending of a new video game. For some reason I really love fics/concepts with the scm gods that are tragic like actual mythology/fairytales

I just consumed a bunch of different media that dealt with characters becoming omnipotent gods and it never ends well.

Most of the times characters who ascend to higher status are just left as watchers, in new forms, only watching what once was and what they once had. No one knows if the previous versions of themselves are still there, or just apart of something bigger now.

There was one fan excerpt where the chars of the show were just yelling at the sky/showing the sky items they bought. They did this hoping to show their old friend who had became an omnipotent god said items, and having no idea if they saw it or not. The ex-partner of the person who ascended also spent a majority of the show trying to speak to them again. Even if they weren't together it was the act of love that stayed.

In a new video game that just came out, theres a character who has a really traumatic backstory and has the option to stop their abuser and 'ascend' to a position like their captor. The entire arc of this specific character relies on them making their own choices for once and not being apart of someones plan, and you as the player have the option to watch them make their choice to ascend or try to change their mind. When this character ascends it literally cursed them into continuing their cycle of abuse and losing themselves in the process. Spent the entire game going through character development only for a ritual to just undo everything hahaha imissthemsomuch one thing ascending did was take away their sense of humor and ability to be nice.

anyways wishing leon the best in the messy story of star-crossed myth xoxo dont let the power get to ur head babes hope he does better than the mf king fuck that dude

also random hc ill probably draw later is I like to believe that both Zyg and Leon were in line for the throne as kids/young gods. Leon a little more favored bcuz his powers r stated to be strongest, Zyg being older and more responsible at the time.

tldr Leon probably pissed off Zyglavis somehow and Zyg gave leon the 'ultimate punishment' and took himself out of the competition. The punishment being the weight of the crown.

#star crossed myth #star-crossed myth #starcrossed myth #scm leon #voltage otome

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assburgerz · 1 month

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HII I LITERALLY LOVE your page so much,, I find the rarepair Xara x Ellegaard so original but well working . so sorry if this has been asked before, but what makes you think this rarepair work so well?? I’d love to hear

oh my goddd this means so much to me, thank you!! <3 I’ve actually never been asked this question before, and i’m more than happy to answer anything xaragaard related!

I don’t even remember the pinpoint reason i started liking the ship, but a big inspiration (and probably the pinpoint inspiration actually but i’m too chicken to admit it) was probably this one animated video i found on youtube a few years ago by bluegirlstarlette that was like “omg what if xara and ellegaard met”

i don’t even think i watched this video at first, i just looked at the thumbnail and something clicked in my 14 year old lesbian brain and i thought “wow they would be a cool couple actually”. Which is funny because not only in this video, but with every single mention of Xara and Ellegaard, everyone seems to have the same opinion of “oh they’re related somehow because they sound and look the same/they both work with redstone” which i always have the strong urge to shut down immediately but hhhfjdhdjdj that’s a whole other can of worms i don’t feel like opening. To me, they’re wives and that’s that.

I’m not exactly sure what drew me to the idea of Xara and Ellegaard as a couple in the first place. I would say it was because they’re such different people and i’m a sucker for polar opposite couples that compliment each other, but they’re only different on a surface level if you don’t think too hard about it. Ellegaard is a stable, hardworking, and sometimes arrogant genius who is able to run an entire town while also working on insane projects. meanwhile Xara is fresh out of prison, and is very bitter and aggressive. not a very stable woman, but she’s very smart when she wants to be. her stubbornness just gets the better of her sometimes. put these two together? absolute perfection! Ellie is able to ground Xara and teach her that she is more than her emotions, and Xara teaches Ellie that she can relax every now and then and that there’s more to life than just working yourself to death.

Like i said, they seem like (and pretty much are) polar opposites, but they have a lot more in common if you look just a bit deeper. below the iceberg, you’ll find that besides practicing redstone, they’re both just two introverted older women who get too caught up in their own heads sometimes. They prefer to do things themselves instead of letting other people get in the way and making things more complicated. They’ve both encountered the dreadful experience of having friends drift apart first hand. They’ve both seen a close friend die in front of them. It’s all there.

The idea of Xara and Ellegaard finding each other and being given a second chance at life in their middle ages, slowly learning how to love themselves again by loving each other, being able to heal one day at a time from all they’ve been through as long as they live those days out together, that’s what i think makes xaragaard work so well. they can find comfort in familiarity, and become better people because of it. if not for everyone else, then for each other.

thank you so so much for letting me dump all of this on you op, i really appreciate your interest!! i just get so excited when i find people that have the same love for xaragaard that i do since they’re such a rare topic. Much love! :D 💕💕

#minecraft story mode #mcsm #xaragaard #mcsm xara #mcsm ellegaard

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borbersk · 4 months

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Ok. I know you motherfuckers are going to have some options here, so I decided to share with you one of my favourite recipes: shit noodles (also known as scrap noodles, white noodles, or chow mein)

One thing that's important to note is that I generally try to use as few utensils for this as possible, so if you like the idea then all you're allowed to use is a pot, a pan, a pot lid to drain, and some chopsticks or a fork. Use the same utensils you used to cook with to eat with

So, it's basically just fried noodles and some filler, so let's start with the filler. I'm using scallions, garlic, and whatever scraps of meat I could find, but you coukd use spinach, bok choy, mushrooms, peppers, or whatever else you feel like. I generally wouldn't use cured meat but if you want to experiment, feel free

I chop all of that as fine as I can (this is personal preference because of sensory shit. Do whatever you feel like) and then start boiling the noodles. You could boil the noodles while you do this, but I've found it's better to have this ready because it takes a while to chop

Also, if you chose chopsticks earlier you can place them across your pan and they'll stop it from boiling over assuming they're wood

They need boiling because they're freeze-dried but if you use higher quality noodles they'll be all noodly already and not hard and crunchy, so this isn't necessary. Of course, at that point you risk losing the vibe of this being a quick, cheap college meal and becoming actual dinner

I generally use two blocks of instant noodles for this and eat it all, but this time I used three and saved some for later. Actually, after my first bowl I tried to go back for the rest thinking I was hungrier than I was and saved what I couldn't eat for today

Anyway. Boil those until they're softer, but still good and wavy. If they get too soft in the pot then they'll get even softer in the pan and might not be the texture you're looking for. Experiment with what works best for you

Also, I use the flavour packet. It's not the only flavouring I use as you'll see, but I find that it doesn't hurt

Next, drain the noodles and throw all the other ingredients in a wok, skillet or frying pan with either sesame oil or butter. If you do use oil, only use a little bit. You'll be using butter later. I also put the veg in before the meat since that's already been cooked, but you do you. I also put in some salt, a lot of pepper, and a little ginger powder since I didn't have fresh ginger

Fry all of that to your heart's content, and then dump in your noodles. Try and probably fail to combine the finicky little bits with the giant mass that you just covered them with, and throw in as much soy sauce as you're comfortable with, and a metric fucktonne (that's a little bit for imperial users. A smidgen. A nip) of butter. If you missed the salt and pepper before you could do it here but it feels wrong. Stir fry and toss in your wok to feel cool until everything is combined and the noodles dry out a little bit, and then serve

This makes enough for it to be a one a day kind of meal, so I generally make it at 2am when I haven't had breakfast yet. Today I was feeling fancy though, so I poured a small glass of my friend's insane pear mead that I'll never publicly admit is better than mine, and sat down to unwind.

Enjoy, my friends. And enjoy telling me how wrong my cooking is. I've seen some real crimes and know that god has bigger worries than my survival

#cooking #easy meals

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*coughs* whens more paul and pat hcs coming.. *cough*

OH I HAVE. I HAVE A LOT OF THEM it's just that I cannot like. Put them in an actual cohesive post so I'll just. Dump whatever I can think of right now. Welcome to the pilots headcanon dump (everything i remember right now)

Now. Let's see if I manage to rememeber all i wanted to write....

actually, let me divide them between Paul and Pat, yeah

- Patryck

He LOVES birds!! He would totally have a little companion for himself, they're just silly creatures like he is! Like a little cockatiel. Despite his uh. infamous nickname. That everyone gives him (chicken wings), he still loves chickens. I honestly have this little idea that maybe his relatives have a bunch of chickens he loves taking care of. You might find him holding them gently in his arms.

He is a complete mess. His room is just straight up impossible to talk into in somedays, he needs to have everything he needs nearby or else he forgets where he even put it in the first place. He definitely eats and drinks in there too. You might even find a few bottles lying in there. Despite his messy behavior, he takes GREAT care of his appearence. Especially in his clothing and hair. Dont touch his hair. Do NOT even try to do so.

I mentioned how he has notebooks where he notes stuff down for his memory. Well, one of his hobbies is writing! He writes. a lot. About pretty much everything: Thoughts of his, opinions on other people he met, little notes about said people and his friends, about his hyperfixations...and speaking of those, he owns a bunch of binders where he writes all the information he could gather about it. He probably has 2 binders just for aviation alone.

He also likes photography! He usually takes pictures of places he has been during his travels, as he loves travelling a lot. However, he usually travelled alone, so photography and writing were his ways to feel less lonely. He hangs the photos he makes on the walls of his room aswell.

He has had an hyperfixation with planes and dreams of becoming a pilot ever since he was a little kid. However those dreams were shut down pretty quickly by his parents, who prefered if he had any other occupation in his life. Or thoughts the schools were too expensive. That never truly stopped Pat from still dreaming to become one someday, though.

I honestly wanna talk about childhood headcanons I have in a separate post, so let me just say that he was just as chaotic as he is as a kid. He didnt have many friends, though. His college years were definitely the loneliest. He was alone in his apartment, with no roomates, and tried a few flings to feel less lonely. That didn't really work out, and he would usually end his relationships within a few weeks.

...He gets flustered pretty easily.....He's touch starved....Just one compliment and he's out of commission. He just lacked a lot of affection in his early life, I suppose. Even though ..

HE IS SOOO CLINGY. Like. This man jumps on you constantly. He attaches to your back like a baby koala. He strong holds your arm and doesn't intend to leave. He launches onto you when he sees you. He is just an incredibly affectionate guy. Oh, he uh. he stims by. slapping. his friends. a lot. Just slaps them across their face. or poked their cheek. or plays with their hair. yea. Also don't forget that he's soooo patethic. He cries over spilled milk. He drops his lunch and starts sobbing. Also that one saga on my blog is all canon to him. He is that kind of guy.

OOOOH He tends to be such a people pleaser. He needs people to like him. And well, if he thinks you're his friend, he doesnt stop staring at you. Or follow you around. Especially follow you. You might just find him behind you all of a sudden.

I've talked about how chaotic he can be, just let me say that this guy shouldn't be trusted around weapons or explosives. at all. You know. Penis Blast. 20 injured. No one knows how he even owns a switchblade, however he's quite good at close combat. He CAN take you down despite looking like a fuckin stick

I have a few more for Pat, but I feel like they deserve their own separated post aswell because. Paul deserves the spotlight too!!

-Paul

I'm so obsessed with the headcanon that he had like. 40 different jobs before the army or even after it. So of course I yoinked it for my own interpretation. Even though I see him as more of a mechanic kind of guy? Like. He works with motors and shit. He knows how to fix those. Truck Freak (/j) (is he into cars..maybe...mayhaps....thinks hard) Like. I just see him as a manual jobs kind of guy

He is REALLY strong physically, if that wasn't obvious. He could quite literally chuck Pat into space if he wants. He probably did it a few times not gonna lie

I also really like the idea that he has a twin, and that twin is Mike. (the moviemakers guy, you know). Like yes it's obvious but I like it nonetheless. I also think he had a single parent aswell. I can't honestly decide who, but probably a single father. Loving father and all, of course. But maybe still left his house early to like. help his family financially. He still wanted to give an hand in the house, probably out of not wanting to be a weight on his parent's shoulders.

I looked at him once and thought. Oh, you have the worst anger issues known to man (/hj). What do you mean he's screaming? that's his normal voice tone. He isn't angry HE IS INCREDIBLY CALM. If only he wasn't paired with a guy who constantly makes him go nuts over the tiniest thing. and takes actual pleasure in doing that too, just making him scream at all times. He is very quick to just grab someone and shake them profoundly. OH, his dead pan look is the default face he has. I mean, you've seen the uno animatic.

His sleep schedule is a complete disaster. He probably sleeps for like, 3 hours at best. Don't worry, he has tried everything he could to help with this. nothing has worked. no wonder he looks 50 despite being barely 28. Single divorced father looking ass

Yes, He still has his smoking habit. It became less with time, if that is something, honestly. He still smokes two packs a day though, which isnt really much better

He's secretely a softie despite his outside personality. Oh he cares a lot about the people close to him, wanting to protect them and stuff. He'd die if something bad was to happen to any of them. But he has also built 40 different emotional fortresses in order to not let that even slip. If you find out about that, your days are numbered. He really doesn't want to be seen as weak or vulnerable because of his feelings.

Yes, he still is the brawn to Pat's uh. uhh. brains. Nevermind. they both exchange roles honestly, they shouldn't be having ideas together constantly. They're both chaotic together. Maybe he also wants to see the world burn and Patryck will help him with that.

This also was taken from a rp I had with a friend, but I like to imagine that he's a coffee addict. Probably even tea. Then he wonders why he doesn't sleep at night. I mean, at least he stays awake enough to do stuff, the daily grind or something, He doesn't want to waste time or anything....

AAND that's all I have for this post, and like I said, I probably forgot some stuff once again, but because I have sooo many of those that unless i write them down, i'll just forget about it. Yeah that's on me this time around, feel free to ask or something if youre interested- wow that sounded weird JDGLKSDGHS plus this post is long enough.

#eddsworld #ew headcanons #nxb interps #ew patryck #ew paul #long post #like as usual with these two #lmao. i just have a lot of thoughts for them

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throwaway-yandere · 5 months

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for the genshin ask game:

🪡 Who’s in your party and what roles do they fill?

🫖 Dump a headcannon or theory here

🪡 Who’s in your party and what roles do they fill?:

I have a few teams I use often!!! I don't think I need to explain their roles since it's self-explanatory + it's becoming increasing apparent that because of Kazuha, I need grouping in every team lol

Boring answer would be Childe-National ig. He's so underbuilt even though he's triple-crowned because of my dang artifact luck. But XL-Kazuha-Bennett helps him carry anyways lmao. Childe is so much fun idc if this is a predictable answer. Alternative is using Lyney instead of Childe. Lyney and his Aqua Simulacra is me teasing Childe that he can't do big damage (even though Childe is consistent lmao)

Ayato-Diona-Yunjin-Mika/Chongyun is fast as hell, absolutely busted of a freeze-team. I love using this a ton. Ayato never leaves my party anyways so any team with him is just gold. Ayato is the DPS and the rest are there for S P E E D. My alternative freeze is Ayaka-XQ-Kazuha-(any healer/Baizhu) on the other side of the abyss whenever I feel like I use Childe too much.

I call Alhaitham-Kuki-Sucrose-XQ team educational lmao. Idk if that's an actual team name for them, but they're so fun to use together. That and it's always nice to go "Alhaitham no— ALHAITHAM—" when I mess up on the jump. Can you tell I play on mobile.

Crack DPS Baizhu-Yaoyao-Fischl-Mona is the funniest thing too. My Mona is underleveled as hell but I gotta use my accidental C1 Baizhu to good use (this would've been you Kaveh but you refused to give me cons and now look at Baizhu—). I've used DPS Yaoyao at some point. That 4-star polearm in the shop works wonders on her HAHAHAHA

🫖 Dump a headcannon or theory here

Headcanon (?): I like to headcanon that Ayaka knows what she's doing a lot. It's just hard for me to comprehend what happened in the Inazuma AQ otherwise. I can't wrap my head around the idea that Ayaka is 100% sweet and the perfect housewife the internet portrays her as, etc. Same goes with Thoma. He's a fixer. In real life, that's a person who handles illegal arrangements. Add that with the fact that Ayato is not exactly a clean guy (ahem, let's not forget he has child soldiers), I think Ayaka is just aware of how she's pulling your heartstrings. She's consciously using the people's suffering and her loneliness to you stay. And idk why this take is such a bad thing?? Why is girlboss!ayaka such a questionable headcanon lmao.

(Crack) Theory: I'm not some 1000 IQ theorist but I still think your other twin is a clone since they're not a descender. Idk. I just don't think they're the sibling you think they are hAHAHAH. This is probably so incorrect but idc. I love him don't think that's my sibling anymore man 😭

#ansy-stalks #ayato is busted on anything and that's because he has max investment in glad sets hAHAHAHAHAHAH #this is fun hwjjfjaieos

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And just know still devoted of anon, I STILL think of him regularly! I am incredibly brainrotted and tho I am sorry for the brainrot info dump I also lmao feel the need to let you know the mental tomfoolery that occurs and that I think of regularly when I imagine Ambroy as now I more so affectionately tormenting him through the oc I mentioned whos still alive through means of my own brain coming up with stuff (came up with some whole ass lore trying to make the oc who is technically a human kinda oc actually like fit and belong in ambroys world so what animal anthro they'd become, why he might be nice once(spoilers I imagined it was for selfish reasons) ect) as Ambroy gets older they become more confident because like plenty of time passes gotta have some character growth and it makes sense with the imaginary lore I have lmao and is just a bit of a lil shit now unfortunately (for Ambroy) tho still devoted and still adoring him cause pretty unicorn who did a good deed once go brrr but they will also go "hmmm maybe if you're so worried you'll let me have a pound of flesh" if he made a comment of being fat around them in reference to some shakespeare thing I think I know something has a gimme a pound of flesh storyline and also because said oc is gonna be a carnivorous species naturally so a lil playful eat threat that they'd never actually do and probably flirting also (in their own special way) cause affectionately annoy the unicorn for talking bad about himself lightly bite him without breaking skin (biting is a love language at least for them lmao) and lick cause the oc (who for better or for worse is a girl idk if that'd make Ambroy more or less chill) is just a bit gross but also idk he might enjoy the attention from big strong woman who can probably manhandle him a little and who I imagine has rather large paws (size differences?? In my imagined mental scenarios? It's more likely than you think). Being that she has been with him for a few hundred years he's probably used to her, they probably have a very weird relationship at this time cause hm still devoted and loyal but also has more confidence and a personality for herself. I don't like that. But also the added confidence means she pays even more attention to me in ways others may be too nervous. I don't mind that at times. But also won't let me tap. (I imagine she has a joke of "one day ill let you have me" just affectionately winding him up cause he probably doesn't like that it's forbidden like "excuse me?? Not for me?? I CAN'T have?? There must be some mistake." Oc has some dignity she's saving herself lmao for what or who idk I think she just enjoys being a dick)

Like my brain thrives off it cause its in my opinion so funny like when your scary dog priveleges backfire cause they never fucking die and now scary big strong friend has confidence cause they've gotten cocky and can man handle you (very easily!) but gently however they are still devoted and admire you endlessly, I can just see ambroy like you can't just come in here argue with me about my appearance threaten to bite me DARE touch and kiss my exposed flesh and then LEAVE???? WENCH??? GET BACK HERE??? Did I say you were finished?? Hmph!

Just vastly offended she came in covered him in kisses and left!

(contextually as well ideas for lore is obviously being that they both have these longer lifespans they are probably technically semi equals (tho she never challenges his authority in any way he is still above her in her opinion however she will be cocky) from what I made up for the oc hence also the ocs general audacity cause I imagine normally you probably shouldn't do that but like lmao she can and she will)

(and honestly, I don't think she's here to try to fix this fictional man.. She might be here just to cause problems and could make him worse by being a powerhouse on his side as that is not good for anyone for him to have that ego boost. Tho I do think she is also here to adore him even if she shouldn't like she gets one problematic man as a treat and I feel like there's potential for just a smidge of soft cause as much as playful nasty tension is funny I love me a bit of soft cause the mental image of her just holding ambroy if he's at a low point staying at his side holding him in a dark quiet room hugging him close to her body warming him popped into mind and urghh its about the unwavering devotion and the need for physical closeness and touch in a moment of desperation and loneliness(and the devastating denial of it happening later *mwah* beautiful))

Hello again anon! I'm so glad you're still kicking around my blog and that you liked the doodle I made even if my guesses about your character weren't quite accurate. I love this scenario you've sent too; I made another little drawing about it. xP Imagining him saying "WENCH GET BACK HERE" killed me, I should incorporate that word into his vocabulary more.

More talking under the cut!

I just loved reading this, had a big grin on my face the whole way through! I'm so spoiled with this great buffet of my dipstick of a horse getting clowned on repeatedly.

This character being a woman would make him less chill, unfortunately (or fortunately?); much like the unicorns of myth he's very girl-crazy. He doesn't care so much about virginity status, but he DOES go nuts when a girl plays hard to get since he's an entitled brat. What do you mean he can't have a shiny new toy? That means he wants it more! HUFF SNORT etc. Her teasing him with biting and licking at the same time would make it worse. Talk about mixed signals! He's not smart enough to disentangle those!

Ambroys' DnD/aasimar version has a secret shameful thing for sexy monster women, sooo I can imagine him being perhaps similarly taken with a huge, strong carnivore as well. :P Take that as you will.

I really like how you imagine the dynamic developing from her being a bit more of a doormat at first to growing a spine and pushing back against him more as she gets more confident. Though young!Ambroys doesn't really respect anybody (at most, he fears people), as he gets on in years he starts to understand and value things like loyalty. Still a selfish greedy git, natch, but I could see him growing to appreciate her acts of service and dedication more as the decades rolled on, even with the taunting. Or perhaps especially because of it. Thinking on the canon love interests he's had over his life, he tends to be most attached to the women who gave him a little (or a lot) of pushback now and again. He does seem to want a bit of a challenge from the people he's close to, even if he doesn't realize it. I think it's part of what allows him to (sort of) conceptualize someone as a person instead of a faceless NPC in the background of his life (have I mention he's a stupid selfish git yet). Or maybe it makes the times they don't push back feel more genuine and satiates his bottomless appetite for admiration just a little more.

Anyway, I think once he got old enough, he'd enjoy the back and forth of the denial back to affection back to the taunts about letting him "have" her one day. Having a few hundred years on him helps with learning how to delay gratification. Of course, I think his younger self would enjoy the game as well, even if it would also make him mad with frustration and cause temper tantrums. He enjoys the chase more than the actual conquest sometimes.

(Also your scenario about holding him is extremely cute, aaw. He'd appreciate having that in his low points. In the story's canon, at his worst and lowest point in life, he's all alone. It's his fault of course, but still...!)

Anyway, I'm babbling on, but thanks so much for sharing more of your ideas! As I said before I'm hugely flattered and touched that my silly character spoke to you so much. It's all a humble imaginary friend maker like me can ask for!

( P.S. If you felt comfortable, maybe you could send me a ref or description of your character sometime. I can't promise anything now because I'm mired in end-of-semester hell and then there's the holidays and have a very long drawing to-do list BUT. You never know what might happen. :3c )

#asks #long post

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rex101111 · 1 year

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watched The Last Wish again today, cause the movie rocks, and decided to be a nerd about it.

alright so you know how the black forest changes its landscape and challenges to reach the star depending on who is holding the map? Right so after thinking about it and how much story potential that sort of things has, I came to the fairly general conclusion that each section, three in all every time, marks a place where the one going for the wish must either confront, come to terms with, or move past an aspect of their inner self before they reach the wish.

So, of course, that means its a fuel for fanfics and OC ideas and to apply that logic to blorbos from other shows. which i am going to do right now, because none of you can stop me.

herein a few characters i have ideas for where i talk what three sections they’d have, and what they might would wish for or if they have a wish at all: (i invite and encourage reblogs with blorbo ideas, have fun!)

Baiken: (because of course im starting with her)

Sections: 1. Plains of Bloodshed; a long stretch of road where more and more shadowy enemies pop out of nowhere trying to kill you. The more that get cut down the more that pop back up, and the longer you stay the stronger they become. They always attack and there’s no way of getting them to stop, so you need to find the quickest way forward while striking down the minimal amount of people before the blood gets too thick to walk through.

2. Abyss Of Loss: A narrow bridge overlooking a gaping hole in the earth, from which one can hear hauntingly familiar voices. They beckon you to jump off the bridge to join them, to not bother trying to cross because there’s nothing on the other side anyway. As you get closer to the other side you can feel ghostly fingers weighing down your steps, until they suddenly let go when you finish crossing. Don’t look down.

3. Mirrors Of Longing: Visions of what could be, visions of what used to be, visiions of what will never be again. Memories of a home, of a town, of a festival. They rewind and repeat endlessly like broken VCRs. Looking at one for too long will make you want to sit down and just...watch. Watch forever, because you know as soon as you look away, it’ll all be gone.

Wish: Peace, or failing that a chance to cut the neck of the one who caused all her pain, whoever that actually is. If its after she finds Delilah...probably nothing.

Anji Mito (i promise its not all GG but i gotta)

sections: 1. Gate Of Truth: A mile high gate of shifting marble. Too smooth to climb, too hardy to break without serious firepower. At the gate stands a statue of a butterfly; on one wing written a question, and on the second wing a place for you to write your answer by speaking it aloud. Speak honestly and loudly for all around you to hear, and the door will open. Speak dishonestly, or speak meekly, and the next question will probe more deeply and more painfully in response. And the questions don’t take it easy on you to begin with.

2. Stairs Of Knowledge: A flight of stairs that seem to go on forever. With every step you take, another piece of information enters your head, and it repeats, over and over. It starts with simple trivia, and then long winded dumps of knowledge of things you never heard of, and then personal information of people you never met. All of this bouncing around the inside of your skull until you feel like its about to burst out. Share the information in full with the person next to you, and the noise of that particular bit stops. Good...if you’re not in a hurry.

3. Door Of Names: A door with a slate where a handle should be, and next to it a stack of name plates. Only your true name, the one which represents you wholly and completely, will act as a key. Each name carries an aspect of yourself, either true or false, and if you put the wrong name in the slate, it will shatter, and take that aspect of you with it. Anji Mito is among those slates. He doesn’t dare to touch it.

Wish: Immortality, or maybe to never be afraid again. Or maybe a quiet plot of earth where no one will ever bother Baiken ever again.

Eri:

sections: 1. Forest Of Fear: A dense forest covered in shadows. Crows and ravens pester from above relentlessly, the faster you run the more vicious they become. Stand and fight, in any way at all; pick up a stick or a rock, or even call for help, and the path out will show itself.

2. Hanging Cliffs: A nearly sheer rockface that needs to be climbed. The higher you climb, the less stable the handholds. Strong winds try to weaken your hold. But its never impossible, so long as you stop to catch your breath and gather your strength for the next step up. Voices on the wind will try to make you doubt your strength, make you fear what awaits on top. Don’t listen.

3. Heroes’ Hall: A long, marble hallway with pictures of faceless heroes adorning the walls. They are heroes you know, heroes you admire, heroes who saved you. Shadows of pain raise from floor to stop you, to bring you back to a pain from long ago. Take a deep breath, trust the heroes on the walls, use their strength. Cut your way through with a song in your heart, and a smile on your face.

Wish: Would probably be in the “I already have anything I could wish for” camp

#puss in boots the last wish #not gonna tag the characters in here because that'll clog things up i think #i kept thinking about this idea one the drive back from the theater

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