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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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How does Sheila and Gerald feel about Raven/Crimson Dawn

definitely not....Good things.

at least...

...not at first.

i mean, for one, isaac broflovski literally worships every beautiful cinnamon scented little breath raven makes out of that smirking, knee-jerking, puffed out, pierced up, pretty boy mouth of his and in turn, worships every mismatched sock worn, worn-out blood moon crimson dawn red doc marten-ador(n)ed step that his beloved raven of crimson dawn takes on planet earth. his world; we just live in it ofc.

according to raven superfan ike, who...should he hear so much as a *jingle* from the silver moon charms hanging from the back of said ravenstan signature doc martens or even the faintest little wind chime of emo boy earrings twinklin musically as another bitter breeze rolls by, ike will come a'running...in a pair of red doc martens.

...except his aren't broken in from nonstop marathon running and matrix dodging hoards of insane dawn spawn/tryin to get to taco bell in between sets ( even tho he knos he's not allowed to do that )

so, needless to say, ike is in...terrible foot pain.

but he is Also IN a brand new crimson dawn t-shirt.

signed by all the boys, and ofc, #baeven.

whose obnoxious, sharpied star-A signature can be seen from space.

care to comment, astrophysics major craig? he's interning @ nasa :)

anyways, that of course, was bad enough. because while ike is a free agent and basically able to do whatever he wants on account of his parent's obsession w/ helicopter parenting and suicide-watching kyle...wearin all black, sulking around and blaring satanic punk rock music at 3am on a school night...was def starting to tip the scales.

...but again, *sheila vc* boys will be boys, she had her own little rebellious streak back in jersey as swoww tittybang; it'd pass.

...however, it did Naught pass! and neither is super genius, giga iq ike because he started SKIPPING SCHOOL bc education systems are vegetation systems and institutions of oppression and depression.

and yet, cuttin class & saying fuck school was still not what grounded ike. not wearing all black, not blasting crimson dawn, not blowing off school or bleaching his hair...no, the straw that broke the camel's back, the thing that finally had good son ike overtake kyle for the first time in nearly 17 years and steal the title of bad son

...was when ike...STUCK A SAFETY PIN THRU HIS LIP.

SO HE COULD LOOK LIKE!!!!

RAVEN!

OF!

CRIMSON!

DAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!

oooooooooOOOOOOOF! and guess when ike did it?

right when kyle and stan walked through the broflovski front doors. and i bet you anything, ravenstan was in the LEAST pc outfit ever. best case scenario, he was in a crimson dawn shirt, a slightly less slutty pair of the signature raven tiny vegan leather hooker prostitute pants for nasty boys that need jesus and an open black puffer jacket...worst case scenario he was wearing...sigh

the support rock, fuck a rockstar tank top ;)...fml.

either way, he is def wearing a fishnet undershirt so you can see all his crazy tattoos, every obscene emo boy piercing is on his face, his nails are chipped/pitch black, his eyeliner in smudged, all his luggage is coffin shaped with 666 patched all over it and...his hair is BLUE.

so uh...not looking super kosher or ready for temple. HELPPPPP.

yeeeah, sheila is not super stoked on him, especially as she's mopping up ike's lip blood with a rag...oh my god, stan is So HORRIFIED. like not only am in my hometown which i haven't been to since i killed my sister and disappeared, i am also in my best friend's old house, speaking to my best friend's mom who doesn't know i'm her son's dead super best friend and just thinks i'm an obnoxious celebrity who ruined both her kids lives and HATES ME shdlkshds...i'm sorry, bb.

she does say "you know, sweetie, you really do have a beautiful voice and a Very handsome face. it's just a shame you've got schmutz all over your eyes and turned your head into a pin cushion! oy vey, what would ya mother say, young man?" *finger waggin, hand on hip*

ravenstan, half laughing half crying, "not much" :')

anyways, because of the mishap with the hotel rooms, all of the south parkian rm college students are putting up a member of cd or another...celebrity. ( fun fact, call girl is also coming xx more on that )

and jersey got super lucky and pulled raven's name out of his hat.

anyways, them living together and sleeping in the same room, the tension is so crazy especially since...

listen.

don't kill me.

but you know how i am. and the boys were too happy when they were secretly dating ( which is the arc right before this ) so uh...now they are Not dating...and also very unhappy. haha! fun! slay! <3

so uhhhh...spending that much time in close quarters! whew!

also, for context purposes, kyle, at this point, knows raven is his stan.

nOT THAT IT MATTERS BC KYLE IS MAD AT HIM!!!!!!!

but, that’s not important rn, what's important rn, is stan and kyle’s parents who...ya, starting with sheila, was not team raven when he showed up but...kyle's secret sweetness is also hers. and she did care a lot about stan when he was 'alive', so sheila does warm up to raven slowly but surely. mostly bc he is...ofc, an angel.

he stopped all his shows just so he could make ike's birthday the best ever and play at his winter formal in their nowhere town as like, one of the most famous people in the world currently. despite seeming like a bad influence, he actually is a very good influence on ike from that point forward, makes him refocus on his studies and says it is punk rock to learn and go to school ( it does make him very introspective about school since, bc he was, yknow, dead, he couldn't go to traditional school and it is the point of the plot where rae thinks a lot abt...going to school/wishing he could go to school )

ravenstan is also really polite to everyone and rizzes sheila in spanish a lot haha. he is not that good at doing chores as a disaster person, but he always offers to do the dishes and help sheila cook. mrs. broflovski calling jersey over like "look, bubbeleh! i put oreb in your special apron...since you never wear it >.>" ft. stan winking at kyle in the skull and cross bones standana in the blue star of david apron that matches his blue beautiful blue ass eyes and sticky-uppy, tousled hair with the fkn schmatta slung over his shoulder...

*jersey inner monologue* killmekillmeKILLMEKIIIIILLLLMEEE

btw, sheila's lil nickname for stan is raven in hebrew...she is also slowly teaching him hebrew...he's not that good at it but he's so cute.

also speaking of cooking n dinner — dinner specifically. i think they are having a special hannukah gathering/some kind of pre-bday dinner for ike & stan's really nervous...what's new…and he wants to impress the broflovskis and not look like an emo rockstar dirt bag,

so when dinner starts and everyone's sitting down, stan's running a little late and kyle rolls his eyes like, ofc, he's fucking late, that fucking asshole...but then stan has his little she's all that moment coming down the staircase all slow and shy and tentative...

...and he's wearing the ravesey hate suit, all pressed ( or idk he tried sheila taught him how to use the iron but stan x chores is a notp ) all buttoned up ( the tie is in knot tho, he does not know how to tie a tie ) his hair is a fluffy and brushed ( wow! stan showered! clap pls! ) NONE OF HIS PIERCINGS ARE IN, none of the like 9 earrings, no eyebrow piercing, none of the nose piercings, NOT EVEN THE LIP PIERCING, WOW, no eye makeup, and awkwardly shuffles into his seat across from kyle, adhd boy fiddling w/ the buttons on the sleeve of his dress shirt and is like "i'm sorry, i'm late!"

and everyone is just STARING AT HIM BC OH MY GOD, STANLEY MARSH AKA RAVEN LOOKS SOOOO GOOD, OH MY GOD!!!! and sheila ofc is like oH MY GOODNESS!! YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME OREV!!! EVERYONE DOESNT HE LOOK DARLING!!!! DONTCHA THINK HE LOOKS PERFECT, BUBBLA?! *stares at ky expectantly*

and he, does, ofc, as always, look perfect to kyle, but rem(inescent) of the ravesey hate, while stan does look put together, stan is meant to look like he's falling apart and messy and sloppy, bc that's his authentic self and that's how he's comfortable...and that's how kyle likes him, very much of course...i'd say love, but...he can't lmao! so kyle just says "yeah, maybe if his tie was tied right." >.> *eyeroll*

prompting a sheila eyeroll bc ffs kyle, stop being RUDE to our guest.

or as sheila calls him, their “chosuve gest" <3 or very important guest *sheila vc* oh, and you too, ike! ( smh its his birthday dinner :/ ) and kyle's mom is like "okay, sit down!! go eat!!! don't be shy!!!" gesturing to all this table of food and all the in laws, like both sets of grand parents, aunts, uncles, zayde and...bubbe?

am i gonna revive cleo?

...but interestingly enough, stan, who can eat enough for an entire super bowl stadium, both teams, audience members n staff included, is not eating so sheila is like *squints* "do you not like dinner, orev?"

and stan is like 'AhaHAHahAHHAha!!! no, no!!! it looks--wow! everything looks really delicious! i was just...admiring it! and this silverwear, it's really...w-wowza! the ingraving is very—“

then jersey cuts him off, harsh, deadpan like:

"ma, raven's...Vegan...remember?"

and sheila immediately pales like "oh! OH! i'm so sorry! we haven't had a vegetarian type here since s--"

ALMOST SAYS THE S WORD!!! which is FORBIDDEN IN THE BROFLOVSKI HOUSE!!! which is good, thank god, bc no one can find out raven is stan...and there's this picture on the wall behind sheila's head of stan and kyle on the night before stan disappeared in their sadie hawkins dance outfits, doing awkward prom poses AAA.

but sheila deflects hard like "here, honey! have some salad!" but i think the dressing is like, ceaser or something and stan still can't eat it oh my god and she's freaking out, trying to get up from the table to rapid fire cook something for stan and he's like "NONONONO!!! it's okay, i'm really not that hungry! it's fine, it's, uh--i can have these!" and takes an apple form the center of the apple — AND ITS THE GODDAMN CENTERPIECE OH MY GOD, so kyle is sniiiiickering.

but stan doesn't even have time to snicker back, bc they're all focused on stan not eating, so they're not noticing kyle just pushing all his stew and stuff around the plate, trying to artfully rearrange it so it looks like he's really digging in...everyone is fooled.

not stan tho...stan is really worried, staring hard and so kyle mouths "stop staring at me." glaring at him oh my god...drama. boooys :(((

they also keep accidentally playing footsie under the table, smh.

BUT I HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT GERALD YET!!! and gerald is talking, talking shop, trying to get raven/cd to hire him as their personal lawyer because while gerald does not like raven at all, he has been sort of quiet and cordial because he's being sneaky/strategic and all he sees is dollar signs, business opportunities. he knows that raven is rich and that cd is like the biggest rock band in the world rn. so he wants a cut of those profits and so he's laying it on thick. he also never bothered to learn raven's name and thinks it's raymond.

sheila is piiiiissed like, gerald, no talking about work at the table! we have guests over, it's impolite! and it's ikey's birthday dinner >:(

in between that there's lots of dinner table talk, ZAYDE ASKS IF RAVESEY ARE DATING and kyle is like "no that's a stupid rumor from the internet. raven is actually dating..." *sips wine* "Call Girl."

thERE IS SO MUCH TENSION, OH MY GOD!!!!! sheila is bummed, she's team ravesey, ike is also bummed, he is also team ravesey, grandparents are equal parts bummed and relieved, but none more than gerald who is like "thank god, i was worried bc of all the rings and the fruity color of your hair, that you might be…Queer."

and stan is like aHhahaaha!!!! whew! pls pass the WINE

there's additional important talk about ike and college ( ike is a year younger than all his friends bc he's smart and skipped a grade ) they are discussing him being a doctor like he chose it. kyle, ofc, knows he wants to be a journalist so he's like "has anyone asked IKE what he wants?!" bc kyle has had a little too much wine at dinner omg, so he's just starting all kinds of problems, i'm screeeeeaaaaaming. it comes out that ike wants to be a journalist. it's a mess.

kyle and gerald start fighting with each other, also gerald has been slyly putting kyle down all night and belittling him to look big. nitpicking him, playing down his accomplishments, being a dick. basically insinuating that compared to stan who is a fucking rockstar with millions of dollars, kyle is basically a joke and kyle is just Taking It in a way that kyle neeeever does, but it's his dad, he feels 7 years old again and is shutting down, you can see his eyes dim

aND STAN EXPLOOOOOOOOOOODES!!!!! LUNGES OVER AND PUUUUNCHES, PACIFIST STAN PUUUUNCHES GERALD IN THE FACE, PUTS HIM AGAINST THE WALL FIST FULL OF HIS SHIRT IN HIS HANDS, ABSOLUTELY SEETHING. and he is like! fuck you, gerald! kyle is one million times the man you will ever be! he is kind and wonderful and hardworking and fucking BRILLIANT!!! he is the best person on earth and YOU ARE LUCKY TO CALL HIM A SON, YOU WASHED UP, MALE PATTERN BALDING PINCHE PENDEJO!!!

everyone is shocked!!! everyone is STUUUUUNNED!!!! oh my god!!!! no one more than kyle whose heart is beating so fast. but anyways, stan just tries to compose himself and straighten his suit out, like, mrs. broflovski dinner ( the centerpiece apple he ate ) was delicious, everyone i am so sorry and happy birthday ike. AND WALKS OUT

anyways, uh...i hope that answers your question.

-uncle nina, angst queen and incitor of VIOLENCE!!!

#WOOOOOORRRLDSTAAAAAAAR!!!#viva la revolución babey!#i am sorry this was poorly typed and crazy but do u see the vision also i am sorry abt the plot holes #i didn't want to give you too much at once #i love stan w the blue hair sm also fun fact he dyed it blue bc its yerseys favorite color...not knowing its bc its his eye color #stan and sheila bonding is so cute #she does tell him often that he reminds her of a boy she knew #kyles best friend from before the fire #and stan is like ahahaha whew #also the pronoun thing for stan is hard for her but she tries #for kyle which is nice #BUT YEAH THE BOYS ARE FIGHITNG BC NEWS DROPS THAT RAVEN OF CRIMSON DAWN IS DATING POP PRINCESS IT GIRL CALL GIRL #its a whole mess it happens a lil before the plane ride over #so kyle is not on speaking terms w stan at all #its a whole mess #SPEAKING OF MESSES but first speaking of cleaning up nicely HELLLLOOOO GENTLEMAN STAN I LOVE U QUE QUAPISIMO #is it hot in here or is it just THE FLAMES FROM HELL BC THATS WHAT THAT DINNER PARTY IS GOING UP IN #i cant believe stan HIT someone and it was GERALD #insanity...pls note kyle follows him out...do they make up #who knows...i hope they makeout tho smh

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cuteniaarts · 26 days

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Behold, my latest and most enamouring new obsession:

Malina, Lady of the Chief of the Northern Water Tribe. As if Red Lotus child OCs weren’t niche enough

#my art #artists on tumblr #the legend of korra #lok malina #still feel like that’s too vague of a tag but I can’t come up with anything better for now #and yeah. she has completely stolen by heart and I don’t know how to feel about that #don’t think I ever was this attracted to my own art before #to be fair the design isn’t mine. it’s very heavily based on something nina drew back in 2021 #because I did not have the energy or creativity to come up with my own thing #but the art is all mine and I genuinely adore it. super proud of myself which is a rare occurrence #anyways. kat and I spent three days digging this niche lower and lower and now have a he #*hell of a lot of lore about this basically nonexistent character #for lore about a lady from the North Pole a lot of it is rather hot… to the point my cheeks are burning non stop #I would say I’d let her do anything she wants to me but in my very specific aroace-adjacent case it’s more like #I’d let her tell me to do anything she wants to her #if that makes any sense and I have not completely lost my goddamn mind yet #okay. enough yapping. back to the art itself #lazy background because I suck at those and am not currently attempting to learn them. I’ll probably do that over the summer #about time anyway. my characters have been placed against an off-white background for far. far too long #this is the first piece in just over a year that isn’t tagged with sotrl. which is kinda weird tbh #I’ve been drawing my OCs almost exclusively for nearly 5 years so it is genuinely surprise I’m branching out #*surprising #less branching out and more diving from one hole into another but y’know #anyway. in my personal and very correct opinion she turned out absolutely gorgeous #her servants are way too lucky and unalaq is way too much of an idiot. no offence to vaatu but he could never beat out this #and I also have Kat’s personal and very correct opinion to back up my own. two against the void. once again we’re winning #I wanna draw her a lot more bc she has completely possessed my brain. I just wish character interactions were easier to draw 😭#I’ll figure it out. just need to fight my visualisation issues for a proper idea. brb #okay I’m almost at the tag limit so. in summary:#she 🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

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pepprs · 1 year

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crying again lol ok

#purrs #and posting online abt it so i get immediate validation / support instead of asking for help from anyone im close to i know. but god fucking #damn it to hell. ok im going to be candid about this because it hurts so fucking bad. five years ago i met someone so important to me. and I #miss her so so so so much. and every space here i have a memory with her in. and she left in July and she’s gone. and im sobbing my eyes out #FOR WHY because it was over 6 months ago and im happier and she’s happier and we’re all happier. but i think im getting some aftershocks #being here for the first time without her exactly 5 years to the week we met: when she was so important to me. she was the whole reason i #even saw myself as something. and she’s fucking gone. she left. but she’s not dead like LMAO idk why im crying so hard when i could just #text her any time and tell her that i miss her. but idk. it’s just everything is stirring memories and they’re painful to think about now or #at least today because she’s gone and it all changed. i was just saying that i feel like im not having any emotions and tonight the grief ju #just rammed into me like a train and my fucking counselor sucks ass and won’t even help me work through it and everyone is busy and tired an #and im a staff coach so im not supposed to be having a fuckjng mental breakdown over **** pacing around in my bathroom at 1:23am but ive be #been thinking about her so much and remembering all the formative interactions i had with her here and missing her so much i want to explode #and die and p*ke and whatever. so stupid to cry about it but i fucking miss her. and i hate that she’s not here. and i’m trying so hard to b #be her but i have to be me but i can’t not have what she brought here and im just crashi ng and burning and can’t be honest and im having a #breakdown and crying so hard and i don’t know what to do. i ithink i’ll be fine after some sleep and reflection but my heart is like seizing #on itself right now and nothing takes my mind off it and i just keep crying LMFAOOOOOO. i hate it here #delete later #like how can you look at me like that and then fuck off to ****** 4.5 years later. you know? im about to punch a hole into the hallway #and i have to be quiet bc ppl are trying to sleep but it’s making me fucking crazy.#retreat tag

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wizardnuke · 2 years

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what's funnier for a meet-ugly fic. if it's a meet-ugly from the start ("we first met each other in a holding cell") or if it starts cute ("my grocery bag tore open on the street and they helped me pick everything up, also I got their number") and then gets ugly ("I didn't call them because I was busy and five days later we met again, in a holding cell")

#warning. long tags that got wildly off topic real fast. there's caleb meta in here #I think it's the difference between them being like 'huh. who's this guy' and the spiderman pointing meme #fic im writing doesn't have this thru a ship lens but it has a similar thing except like. it's a meet ugly where they don't exactly meet #but they see each other #smash cut four years later spiderman pointing meme in a holding cell YOU. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE #pov you're trying to convince everyone you're interacting with (while in the holding cell) (well. a dungeon) that you're an assassin from #another country but your mother in law is in the next cell over and she CLEARLY recognizes you and does NOT believe the show you're #putting on because context from the prev time you were around each other states you are not loyal to that country and that you are also a #lying liar who lies shamelessly at the first chance you get if you think it'll get you what you want. and it's making shit complicated #because she visibly wants to ask questions about why the hell you're here but you're under surveillance so she's just staring holes into #ur skull and she doesn't know she's your mother in law. this is the funniest thing I've ever written #it's a HARROWING experience for caleb in the fic. he is terrified out of his mind. but also. it's so so funny. my guy why did u do that #'caleb is a master manipulator' common misconception! he is a conman and scammer! he wishes he could operate on pure unfeeling logic and #intellect but sometimes and even oftentimes he is made of 80% panic minimum and then he commits to the bit #it's a very nuanced complicated situation etc etc but honestly a large part of it is also deirta being like what the fuck is this guy's #plan. why the fuck is he even here. and caleb's internal monologue is 'do NOT accidentally call her mother. do not do fucking not' which #is if anything making it more difficult to not call her mother. big fan of the way he refers to elders with titles I 100% think he would #call her that if he and essek were officially together. 'caleb has good social skills and awareness' common fucking misconception he is a #conman and scammer and knows vaguely what to say to get what he wants or more often how to direct attention away from what he's doing but #when he's just Being Caleb he gets to the fuckin point and that lady is his mother in law and he would refer to her as such even if #that's. a fascinating choice to make given everything about essek and also the lingering political situation between the empire and dynasty #I love caleb sooooo much I think he makes a good few snap decisions that are objectively DEEPLY unhinged and I think abt that a lot #calebs not a stable guy! I think it's rlly interesting how not stable he is even when he's doing well he has a few screws loose up there!#this is coming from someone who can relate to the irrational thinking that mental illness does I think he just sees point A to point B and #Does Shit. that's why he fireballs people when he knows it's going to trigger him. it's why he told essek to get it together instead of #killing him- he saw an ally. his morality and his decision making skills are removed from normal logic bc fuck normal logic he's caleb #widogast (sometimes- he goes by a fake name and considers himself entirely seperate from bren while he also holds himself accountable for #the crimes that bren was manipulated into committing) and its why he's Like That and I think he's neat.#I'm done now. what is this.

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nomaishuttle · 5 months

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its impossible for you all to understand how much of my thoughts r in sweeney references. like there is one person on this earth who understand and its my sibling who is similarly inclined...

#bc i cant at work just be like. I had him and then . but with lamp. i can say the first thing that comes to mind #which lets say hypothetically its oot and im trying to get all the poes and theres one left.omg just have to get this one FUCKING poe. so #easy. go to the cunt. its under that little thangy on the other side of the river from the stairs to kakariko. spoilers if yr trying to #find all the poes in oot but im gonna go ahead n tell you nothing is worth dealing with this cunt.#but anyeays. Omg there he is. shoot him. he runs away #im riding on epona teying to catch him trying to shoot HE KEEPS FUCKING GETTING AWAY. IT TOOK ME 2. FUCKING. HOURS.#and like. my 3rd to last attempt. i was so. so fucking close. like one more shot i wouldve gotten him yk. so close. but he gets away. and #Immediate immediate reaction was I had him and then . his throat was there beneath my hand. NO I HAD HIM !!! HIS THROAT WAS THERE NOW HELL #NEVER COME AGAIIIIIIIIN. it was very funny #bc i was genuinely shaking with rage look i dont often relate to sweeney im gonnacome out and say bad dude yk. in that moment ? i was like #no to be honest there IS a hole in the world like a great black pit and its filled with people who are filled with shit and the vermin of #the world inhabit it . and yk who one of those vermin is. That fucking poe that fucking poe i hate him i want him dead.#i want his wife. Dead. i want his wife. Dead. i want his wife. Dead. i want his w #my fav video i miss it..#but anyways yes its near constant. i cant even say yes eithout my brain going yesss... Isnt that her . Shadow-on-the wall 😏? where Theree #Primping making herself even prettier than USUALL if possible.pretty women etc #i cant say oh no without going OH NOOOOO!!! ohhhg goddddd... dont i know you... she said....................#i love final scene mainly bc i love hearing all the sweeneys realizing its lucy Spoilers btw. not bc its like an avting momentbut bc its SO #FUNNYYYY. 2006's oh god genuinely sends me into hysterics. hs says oh no in lowercase and then goes oHhhfh goD...... its so funny #and who is it that does the rly ling OH NOOOO. its the original one ITS SO FUNNYYY #first of all the kittle bahbuh!!! after Its only a miserable old be- is so long its so funny #and then awkward beat of silence and then OH NOOOOOOO!!!!! and then he says oh my god . in the most harrowed voice ever #ITS SO FUNNYYYY #everybody go listen to final scene Firstly it is my favorite sweeney song probably. love loven ofc 2012 number one 4everr the lyrics r #slightly different from every other version bc 2012 sweeney Technically likee. well its set in a different time period normal sweeney is i #think like. late 1800s? 2012 is 1930s bc of the parallels with like capitalism and what have you.. so the framing device is its a group of #factory workers talking abt sweeney GUYS 2012 IS SO FUCKING GOOD IT MAKES ME PHYSICALLY ILL.#but ya its be like. og sweeney is set during the industrial revolution so like yk. n then the 1930s with labor unions n all that was going #on.. u get it u get it anyways. its so good but some kf the lyrics r sliiiightly tweaked just to like. suit the time period better and im #going to say something blasphemous . 2012s lyrics r so much better and flow nicer and dont sound as stilted like. the older ones dont sound

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yellobb · 6 months

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Love that I’m able to watch fucking Hannibal with a straight face while I’m eating, but the second my sister texts me about an actual medical issue I get nauseous, faint, and overheated 🙃

#m rambles #i can see the most graphic shit #and its perfectly fine for the most part #hell I’ve seen a graphic video of my grandpa’s hand moving with a hole through it #and I was FINE #but i start talking about ovarian cysts with my sister and I lose my shit for no reason #i WANT to keep it together for her #but I literally physically can’t #same thing happened when a cousin of mine got her period and passed out when she tried to put in a tampon #i wasn’t even there for the actual incident #i just helped her calm down #and yet it sent me retching into the toilet feeling like i was dying #it’s the worst #this usually happens when it’s my own blood or issues #and at least then I can kind of make sense of it

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megarywrites · 2 years

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I’m sad but this will ultimately be for the best: I have to take a short break from writing right now. Hopefully not longer than 4-6 weeks, so my 30 line challenge will be on hiatus until i can get back to it

The short version of my reason for taking a hiatus is that i need to finish my course so i can transition into my new career lol the long version i’ll save for the tags lmao so it’s necessary but definitely a sacrifice because writing my absolute beloved…

#okay so the long version #my landlords are very old amd deteriorating fast so their kids moved them to an assisted living facility #which means they’re selling their house #i live in a MIL suite in their backyard and have for 4 years now #they were gonna try to keep me on as a renter for the new owner #but then the daughter discovered that they have been renting this place out illegally #whatever that means #so #i’ve been trying to find a place to live in town because while i *do* want to move away from this hell hole #i’m not financially ready yet #my aunt (and grandma) live in the mountains on the other side of the state #and they had offered previously for me to move in with them if i needed a transition place to stay #which now I definitely do #the only issue is that my mom and sister said that i should have another job lined up by the time i move so i’m not a burden on my aunt #and i’d agree usually however #the schooling that i’ve been trying for what seems like an eternity to finish would be my gateway to a new career #and i really don’t have a lot left of it #especially if i have a couple weeks where i focus on nothing *but* the course #so i texted my aunt today to see if she’d be okay with me not having a job immediately #and to my absolute and utter relief she was #so now that’s one less thing to stress over but #now i have to 1) put in my two weeks tomorrow #2) resume studying in my limited down time #3) figure out what i want to keep and donate and dump of my stuff #4) pack the stuff i’m keeping and spotlessly clean my place before i leave #which will hopefully be on August 14th #so…..lol #i’ve got a lot i’m dealing with hopefully i can cope with it all 🤪

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proud-larrie · 2 years

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#so i really need to get this out #on friday i went out to get drinks with some co-workers #one of them is actually a good friend of mine #so we were talking #and i know i was really drunk #i started talking about this girl who i find cute #and she's my boss daughter #😬#and he asked me if i liked her in a non-platonic way #and i was like #hell yeah she's hot #and he was like 👁️👄👁️ i didn't know you liked girls #and fuck i swear i sobered up so fast #because that was the first time i came out to a co-worker #it made me feel soooo uncomfortable all of the sudden #even tho i think he's a friend #i wasn't ready to come out to him yet #and today when i went to work it was so awkward between us #i wanted to dig a hole and just disappear #anyways he's alright #at the end of the day we were joking about it #and he told me he was sorry for acting a lil awkward in the morning #he said he supported me and that he didn't see me any different #and wow i wasn't expecting that #this day was a rollercoaster

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n0ct0urn1quet · 2 years

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sorey no gaypost tonite i am crying <3

#not bc of u or anythibg tho dw u didn do anything #i am just very very sick and tired of living in this hell hole and i want to move out so bad and i m just . yknow. cutely sobs (genuninely)#this hosue is just a nightmare i want to leave so Bad #but theress nothing i can do except complain about robynne very loudly on vc in hopes that she hears me and fucking leaves #i hate it here

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arolesbianism · 4 months

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Oh baby my brain is crashing

#rat rambles #the staying up til 4 am is finally hitting for realsies I am now incapable of thinking #which is very uncomfortable so I shalst be showering and then hopefully Ill go to bed before 4 am lol #not to say I havent been thinking abt jackie anyways shes so silly #she's such a bad person but shes also my silly middle aged woman #shes so passionate abt her research and abt learning but as time goes on it shifts into almost obligatory #shes no longer a scientist working in a field shes passionate about. she runs a company that is openly for profit and has forgon morals so #much that a great deal of attention much be made to making sure they are not forced to deal with the consequences of such and it just #continues to spiral downwards as jackie becomes more and more of a husk of a person #its all her fault and she sucks so much and I love her sm #because underneath it all shes still a sentimental person and she still does value olivia on some level #not nearly enough. and she sure as hell doesnt respect her. but she hasnt managed to fully shed everything abt her past self #Im sure there is a part of jackie that wants to be able to be close with olivia again. but she still fundementally does not respect her #she hides things from olivia that she knows she would be against and still expects them to remain professional when discussing said things #jackie wants an olivia who is helpful to a fault and not the woman who she loved so dearly before #jackie is just a very selfish person whos ambitious to a fault to the point she couldnt stop if she wanted to #shes dug herself into such a deep hole that she cant remember which direction the surface is #maybe she thinks shes digging upwards. perhaps she was at a certain point. maybe she is and it simply doesn't make a difference #its why I dont particularly hunger for late story jackie logs because ultimately I think its better we dont know how she handled the fall #remorceful or not it doesnt change what shes done and what is going to result from her actions. its all already played out #multiple times before and multiple times again #I do want to see more of jackie's emotional side but I rly dont think we need a full jackie being sad monologue or smth #oni is ultimately a tragedy and I think that getting to rly truly see jackie before if all started going so downhill would do wonders #and as Ive said before I want it to be soooo small and unimportant to the greater story #just smth small and everyday even non dialogue would work to me #like to be completely honest even just a grocery list from her college years would probably tell us so much abt her #anyways back to having a crashed brain and showering this got out of hand lol

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str1d3rs · 4 months

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tempted to make a story that'd cause so much discourse on this app and would probably get me doxxed if it got noticed

#i want to make “problematic” stories with shitty characters #like yes they're great for these aspects but also they're a murderer #and i want to take a character of mine and make two of them to study how people would react/treat them #my stories will probaby never get any notice but i like the idea of it causing discourse #the mc is a girl who's a fucked up burnt out people pleaser that easily gets manipulated and turns into a god against her will #i think people would find a way to find bad stuff about her like 'she didnt have to kill those guardian angels or kill that capitalist scum'#but she had to because she thought jt was the only option to and she's stuck with someone highly manipulative #and on top of it the manipulative guy is a major fucking liar who's like “yeah these guys are actually killing humans lol”#people would probably really like or hate this one character from the cult the mc kind of breaks up?#she doesnt full on destroy the cult as its existence still lingers but its still there haunting the narrative and the character #as hes constantly in some kind of hiding and terrified of any strangers as he sees everyone as some sort of threat #also i think a funny part i havent revealed to people i know is that hell does and doesn't exist at the same time because its just earth #heaven doesnt exist either #god(s) exist in the world just because they're technically just what makes up the universe/crucial things that hold up existence #but gods are really easy to kill tbh #hard to make but easy to kill #also angels are technically like fucked up lice/dandruff that tried to find a purpose and build a society #and the only way they can travel to earth is through black holes #all of this is more of background info tbh #some major themes would be about the affects of abuse/mental issues and thay family doesnt have to be blood related #also of course dog metaphors will fit some of the characters #and of course how obsession left unchecked is really unhealthy for every side sometimes #a lot of the themes are a little vent related but id rather put my soul into a story rather than make it plain and going into purity culture #edit: also most of the characters are trans and queer but not explicitly said because its not important to the story/whats going on #like yes this kid in hiding is trans and queer but he's in hiding from a cult to really think of romance or more about his gender #also i think itd be kind of silly that even through the worst living conditions that he was still given a binder and gender affirming care #considering how his life goes in there #like “your family will miss you please dont leave us my faithful daughter” “hey actually im a guy sorry” “oh okay. dont leave us my son”#they can excuse child torture and cannibalism but they draw the line at transphobia

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shotmrmiller · 29 days

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johnny dates your friend and then asks her if she's got any friends (you) for his friend (simon). but simon freaks you out. he can't hold a conversation— or won't, you're not sure; you're lucky if you get monosyllabic grunts out of him as if he were a neanderthal. the only times you've seriously heard him talk is to bark out words at either johnny or the bartender.

he walks around with a poorly concealed weapon on his hip, almost like he is expecting trouble. he wears all black, which is completely fine, but then a skull balaclava that he refuses to take off, even to drink his liquor. you don't try to hide the grimace on your face when you watch him sip through the thick fabric. he's got skeleton gloves on his hands too, like some sort of shit cosplay to match his mask.

and he fucking stares, unashamedly so. it is unblinking, scrutinizing, intense— his dark eyes, pools of midnight, keen. he stares at the people walking in through the door, stares at johnny when he takes your friend to the dance floor, and when you tell him out of courtesy that you're going to go get another drink, you can feel him boring holes into the back of your head as you walk away, piercing flesh and bone.

the phantom fingers of his gaze trace icy paths along your spine, erupting your skin in goosebumps. you find him immensely creepy, and you thank the fucking stars you're only here as a favor for your friend. you don't think you want to do this again. he's either a wanted serial killer or just a goddamn freak.

a heavy arm wraps around your shoulders once you're at the bar, and with a sneer on your lips, you turn to the owner of said offending limb, only to come face to face with johnny. he leans into you, close enough to where you can feel his stubble grazing the shell of your ear. (back up, brother.)

"listen, bonnie!" you wince; it's really not that loud in here for him to be yelling like that. "ah ken, ghos— er, simon, might no' be yer average man. he can be a little off-puttin'—" a little? if he doesn't follow you home and skin you alive, you'd be incredibly fortunate— "but ah promise ye, while he may no' be boyfriend material, he's an incredible fuck."

excuse me? he's got to be positively pissed. "maybe you should slow down, yeah? you might already be three sheets to the wind if you're gassing up your unsettling friend's cock. no offense."

"naw! ah'm tellin' ye. long ago, we had a mission tha' ran everyone tight, 'n so we relieved tension the only way we could— big, strong guy like him had me limpin' for a few days after."

you're about to ask for an angel shot because there is no way in hell that your friend's boyfriend is making casual conversation about him getting absolutely railed by—

"give 'em a try. jus' the once, i swear he don't bite," johnny pauses-- the rosy flush on his nose and cheeks vibrant, "unless ye ask nicely. yer friend said ye needed to get laid, anyways." oh, you're gonna fucking kill her, that long-tongued cretin.

"right!" you drink the remainder of your cocktail in one big gulp, liquid warmth trailing down your throat, before not-so-kindly shrugging him off. "i'm gonna go, you, uh— we didn't have this conversation, for the sake of my friend." you gesture at the bartender. "one more, please. i'm gonna need it."

damn. now johnny's got you thinking about getting your back broken by simon. maybe you really are just down horrendously, or maybe it's the alcohol in your system that has decided to toss all self-preservation out the metaphorical window because now you can't stop noticing him.

he's real tall— enough to have him slightly tipping his head to walk through a doorway. his shoulders are mountainous, his hands the size of a bear's paw. his physicality is undoubtedly impressive and well, you've always been weak to burly, commanding men.

you make eye contact with johnny from across the room, his bright blue eyes alive under the dim light of the dingy bar, and the bastard shifts his gaze from simon to you, giving a cheeky wink.

lifting your glass, you drink the last of your liquid courage— the taste of it bittersweet. it has been a long time since you've gotten laid.

double damn.

"hey." you lean slightly toward simon, cupping your hand around your mouth. "you and i both know why we're here. take me home?" the way he looks at you has you shifting restlessly in your seat. did you perhaps make a mistake? oh, fuck. did you just throw yourself cunt-first at someone who is not interested? your face burns with embarrassment, heat licking up your cheeks. maybe the earth will split open, right here ri—

"let's go then." oh thank fucking god. you don't know what you would've done if he'd said no. shrivel up and die, probably. "uber'll be here in 4."

when it arrives, he places his leather jacket around your shoulders, cocooning you in its warmth— the heady scent of nicotine clings to the garment— and leads you outside with a hand on the small of your back.

the world outside the car blurs into a hazy painting as the driver navigates the streets. colors blend together, once sharp outlines now dissolved. the rain gently taps on the window, a soothing sound that could easily lull you to sleep until you start when a roughened palm suddenly glides along your thigh— fingers slowly tracing intimate patterns on your skin.

simon's hand is hot, and it only burns hotter the closer it gets to your center under your least favorite skirt. he cannot be serious right now. you place your hand over his, short nails biting into him because there is no way you're about to be fingered in an uber—

his voice is deep, a deliciously thick rumble, right by your ear. "nice kitty." you've never been one for pet names or anything else for that matter, but the pulse of arousal that shoots up your spine has a shaky exhale leaving your lips, a ghostly breath fogging up the window.

the tips of his fingers tease the seam of your knickers, a generic cotton fabric that clings to your dampening cunt like a second skin— desire trickling onto the gusset. your whimper is drowned out by the terrible music the driver is currently playing when his small finger grazes over your slit, featherlight.

"so wet already? i've barely even touched ya, love." again with the cunt-clenching nicknames. he has no business purring them out like that. "i can smell your sweet pussy from here. you really must be achin' for it." of course the time he chooses to be vocal, it's to spew filth. "don't worry, i'll treat ya good."

somehow, you actually manage to choke out a response. "i'm sure. johnny-" you hiss through clenched teeth when he slips under your knickers, a finger brushing along your slick entrance, "said you had him walking side to side once." you buck your hips, seeking the friction you need, but it only makes him pull away a bit; how unsurprisingly cruel.

"only because he was bein' a brat. you're not a brat though, are ya? gonna be good f'me?" your tongue is heavy in your mouth, words lodged in your throat— all you can give him is a slight nod. "i expect verbal answers. i'd hate to spank your arse raw. how would ya sit down after?"

the idea of being bent over his strong thighs, face pressed into his couch as his firm hand takes you into the needy subspace you crave is too much, or maybe not enough because you're tucking your face into the side of his neck in an instant. "please," you warble, unsure of what you're even begging for.

he curls his finger, slipping between your lips, and when he finally brushes your clit— a fleeting, tantalizing touch— your eyes threaten to roll into the back of your head. "needy little thing. i bet there's a damp spot right where you're sittin'. drippin' all over my fingers—" your breath is ripped from your lungs when he abruptly pulls his hand out and away, the sodden material of your knickers snapping against your heated skin. you're about to snarl out a vicious what the fuck, but the once-blurred scenery outside sharpens into focus.

the driver parks and looks at you from the rearview mirror. "we're here." you mumble a muted thank you, stepping out with quivering legs and a drenched cunt. a crisp breeze dances across your skin, a refreshing contrast to the stifling heat from inside the car.

as soon as the car drives off, you're hoisted onto a broad shoulder. the world tilts, and you fist the back of simon's shirt for stability. "highly unnecessary. i can wa—" you let out a squeak when he slaps the back of your thigh, the sharp bite of it sending a jolt straight to your throbbing center.

"hush."

you sputter indignantly as you hold on tighter, breaths coming out in short gasps, syncing with each step. "i beg your pardon?"

you yelp when he gives you another slap, this time closer to your cunt. "then beg." you're rendered speechless.

wow. maybe you've actually bitten off more than you can chew.

the wet cement under you is a blur, the texture lost in the rush of his movements until he comes to a stop, and you hear a familiar jingle of keys. he bursts through the door, the hinges groaning in protest, and you're staggeringly planted on both feet.

"nice place." a lie. it looks unlived in— brand spanking new. you vaguely hear the lock behind you as you take in your surroundings. a perfect, leather couch, not a crease in sight. the rug under it is pristine and bland, a cream color that matches the rest of his flat. impersonal. not an ounce of real personality anywhere. you begin shrugging off his jacket when you're suddenly pressed against the cold door, simon bent at the knees in front of you, his dark eyes— sharp as blades— lock onto yours.

"gonna beg?"

the fire in your lower belly reignites at the sight of his unmasked face. ash-brown hair in a simple crew cut, thick brows with the right one bisected by a pink, gnarled scar. slightly crooked nose, broken one too many times, and thin, pale lips. a countenance to match his rugged personality.

you're pulled out of your thoughts when he licks a hot stripe over your covered slit and you mewl at the sensation. "i asked you a question."

the words rush out of your mouth before you can even think of stopping them. "yes, yes! please, god, i don't- just- please let me come! i-" his thumbs hook into the waistband of your knickers and tug them down slowly, strings of arousal sticking to the gusset, smearing on your inner thighs.

"alrigh', since ya begged so prettily." your vision goes white when he throws one leg over his shoulder, and his slick tongue slides through your folds, the tip flicking your clit lightly. he laps at your cunt like it drips milk and honey— nourishing and sweet. simon groans into you, the sound crawling up your vertebrae and into the base of your skull.

he begins to draw lazy circles around your pearl, every swirl of his tongue has your back bowing as if winding it, inching you closer to the precipice. your toes curl in your shoes, hands finding purchase in his coarse hair, knuckles staining white as you start the feel the familiar tightening in your lower belly.

and then he pushes one thick finger into you, down to the scarred knuckle, and crooks it. the squelching noise your dripping pussy makes when he presses on the tiny patch of rough skin inside is loud and obscene; practically echoing off the dull, ivory walls of his flat.

"gonna come f'me? make a mess all over my hand?" simon adds another finger, a slight burn nipping at the heels of the pleasure coiling under your navel.

"c'mon. give it to me, pet." his lips encircle your clit, giving it a light suckle and it's—

the coil snaps, a sudden release of tension. it is violent and oh, so exquisite. white noise in your head, your ears, coursing through your veins. it prickles, it stings; it's pleasure and pain. your soul sinks back into your body— like a feather returning to its nest— and you blink, momentarily unbalanced.

"ya with me?"

you breathe deep— the taste of salt in the air, the scent of sweat-slick skin, your heart pulsing with life. "yes. i'm here." the man took you to the stars and laid you on them. jesus.

"good." the room spins, and you're weightless, nestled in his arms. it'd seem innocent if it wasn't for the stickiness in between your thighs, or the prominent bulge in his jeans occasionally pressing into your arse.

simon kicks a door open, knob bouncing off the wall with a crack, and quickly places you on the bed before tugging his shirt off. the belt and jeans come off next, and—

"you don't wear pants." why would he let that monstrosity just hang like that?

"good observation. is water still wet?" he asks, tonelessly. you narrow your eyes at him, pushing your tongue against the back of your teeth.

"fuck me for having eyes and using them as intended, i guess," you mumble under your breath. he grabs you by the ankle and tugs the skirt off, then your shoes, "ouch, i like my feet where they are, thank you," and literally rips your shirt in half. "you'll be giving me on of yours before i leave as recompense."

he holds himself up with his arms over you, your thighs burning as they cradle his hips.

his cock is a heavy, hot weight on your stomach— ruddy, leaking tip right under your navel. you're not small by any means, but he's going to tear you in half. there's no surviving such an onslaught. he's not just leaving you with a limp, he's going to turn your two smaller holes into one big one.

he tears into a golden wrapper with his teeth, and expertly rolls the condom on. simon lowers down to his elbows and nudges your jaw with his nose. "i'll stop the moment ya call it. tap on me if you're feelin' overwhelmed."

that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to you, and the fact that it comes from a massive creep who stares at people like they owe him money has you a bit dumbstruck.

his stubble grazes the side of your neck as he glides his cock along your slick folds; once, thrice, until the head catches on your swollen entrance. simon pushes in slow, agonizingly slow— you don't know if it's better or worse because you feel every devastating inch of his length as it forcibly wrenches your walls apart.

your senses are solely focused on him: his body enveloping yours completely. his breath, sweetened like malt, wafts gently across your skin. his thick waist that you can't fully wrap your legs around. everything about him is big— his physicality, his presence, his cock.

"take a deep breath for me, pet. feel everythin' i'm givin' you."

your lungs expand as you do, and when you exhale, your muscles slacken. rapturous pleasure begins to bleed through the delicate membrane that separates it from the bite of pain, until boundaries are blurred and—

and he sinks into you like a rock breaking the surface tension of still water, bottoming out in one, smooth stroke. you can't help the mewl that falls from your lips nor the way your walls clamp down around him.

"fuck, there it is. so bloody tight, this greedy cunt is takin' my cock like it was made for me."

there isn't a single coherent thought in your head and you're glad for it. finally, someone to fuck you stupid.

simon gives you an experimental thrust, dragging his length along every single one of your nerves, and then another— desire overflowing from where he stuffs you to the very brim. "good. ready?"

he takes your tiny nod as an answer this time and begins to fuck you in earnest. it takes everything in you to not black out from how perfect it felt.

simon puts his weight behind every thrust, a steady pull out, and a spine-jarring push in. you can feel him deep in your stomach, a delicious pinch of discomfort each time he presses against the plug of your womb.

"so fuckin' wet, your cunt's droolin' all over me." he hooks an arm under your left leg and lifts, the angle he's put you in tittering dangerously on the tightrope of rapture and ache.

it's so good, so fucking good, your slick walls fluttering as he carves himself into you, your soul, your cunt when you feel a tight snap inside.

simon pulls out in an instant, taking your breath with him as he does. you look down at his cock and notice that—

"the condom broke. i've got another in the drawer, gimme a sec."

there is some weird thing that lodges in place somewhere deep in your sternum when you realize that he's been nothing but considerate and attentive to you since he brought you home and hasn't fussed over anything once. it's an extremely low bar, you are aware. rewarding what should be the bare fucking minimum is sad, but you're not completely altruistic in your motives anyway. you want to feel his bare cock inside as he rearranges your insides.

"no!" he quickly turns to look at you, "no. it's okay. i'm clean and i'm also on the pill. if that's okay with you, of course."

a man his stature should not move as fast as he just did, blinking from one side of the room to the other. he quickly throws both of your legs over his shoulders, heels resting on his back when he sinks back in, this time letting out a guttural groan as he does.

you can feel the ridge of his flared head, the warmth of his cock seeping into your tender walls— a new level of intimacy. he fucks you with fervor now, a precise snap of his hips that has your teeth clacking with every thrust.

your climax takes you by complete surprise, crashing into you like waves on a rocky, jagged shore. burst after burst of blinding pleasure threatens to consume you whole, and when your limbs are loose and syrupy— body limp— only then do you realize that he came just as fast. thick white ropes of viscous spend cover your stomach and trail down to your abused cunt.

your hamstrings already hurt with delayed onset muscle soreness. you might actually need a wheelchair to go back home.

(thank god your hips held out, and no, you don't care that it's essentially sacrilegious of you to even think that.)

his breathing comes out in ragged bursts, beads of sweat dripping onto the valley of your breasts.

and he's back to the fucking staring. "simon."

"pet."

"please stop looking at me like that."

he huffs and dips his head to flick your hardened nipple with his tongue, making you hiss with over sensitivity.

"make me."

as dawn breaks, the world begins to stir awake. hues of pale pink stain the sky, the first blush of morning. light and shadow begin to blend in the bedroom.

your phone vibrates under the pillow, simon's arm tightening around your soft waist at the buzzing sound. his lips press a light kiss on the sensitive skin by your ear, and his large hand begins to weave its way downward, pads of his fingers gathering the evidence of last night (or early morning) and gently parts your folds, brushing light strokes on your clit.

when he places your leg around his hip and sinks into you from behind, your phone buzzes again-- alone and forgotten.

good morning!!! i expect a full, detailed report by lunch or so help you god.

sent 5:30 am

about time you got laid, you're not you when you're horny.

sent 5:49 am

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

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yuwuta · 4 months

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RODEO STATION, 1 — MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

A collection of you and Megumi, through the years, through Gojo’s eyes.

content, warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, sort of canon-adjacent, satoru adopts megumi and tsumiki, reader has a cursed technique but it’s not mentioned in depth here, really just you and megumi falling in love and gojo watching

word count: 1.1k

part i: first years, jujutsu tech. fits in the timeline around when nobara first joins the class

When Satoru first finds him, Megumi has two conditions. First, that Tsumiki would be kept safe and happy, and far away from the Zenin clan if they weren’t going to be good to her—safe and far away from all jujutsu society if Gojo could help it; and that she would never have to worry about feeding herself or Megumi ever again. Satoru agreed right away, he would have done that without the request.

For his second condition, an eight year old Megumi looked Satoru straight in the eye and told him that he would absolutely not be separated from you. Satoru thought it was cute, sweet, in the bratty, and naive but determined kind of way that seemed to be everything that kid stood for, and Satoru couldn’t fault him for it. Megumi’s evident childlike adoration of you aside, Satoru saw potential in you, too, so he accepted Megumi’s conditions, happy to welcome the two of you to the world of sorcery.

It’s not until a week before you both start at Jujutsu Tech, that Satoru really asks Megumi why he wants you here (never mind the fact that you had already also made up your mind about being a sorcerer, and if there is anything that Satoru has learned about you in the past decade, it’s that: one, you have the magical ability to make Megumi do anything you say; and two, you’re incredible persuasive and very stubborn). Megumi doesn’t look him in the eye when he answers, fidgeting with his melting ice cream instead when he says, “Well, she saved my life.”

Satoru doesn’t tease when he hears this, only digging his spoon in for a scoop of Megumi’s toffee butter, smiling to himself when the cold hits his tongue, because he’d heard the message loud and clear: Megumi believes he owes you his life, and to keep yours protected, he wants you by his side.

Satoru quickly learns that Megumi truly has his work cut out for him as he watches you burst through a top-floor window of a high-rise building, falling carelessly with the object of your mission—a special-grade cursed object—clutched in your grasp. Second later, there’s a loud explosion, as the ugly head of a large cursed falls limp in the hole in the broken glass that you’d left behind. Satoru chuckles when he sees you smile, and the faint cheer of weeeeeeeee as you fall. He knew you were wild and stubborn by the way you bossed Megumi around without a care, but seeing you in action proved that you were also in your own league of crazy, a fantastic sorceress in the making.

To his left, Yuuji gapes wildly as he looks up, shielding his eyes with his hand, and then flinching back when Nobara bursts through the ground floor door, not without a nail going flying into the curse that had been chasing her. She looks angry, then wide eyed, then up to where Yuuji and Megumi were also staring and starts squealing alongside him.

“Gojo-sensei, what are you standing there smiling about—do something!” Nobara shouts, pointing an accusatory finger up in the air at your flying body.

Yuuji gasps again, like he’d just figured out the consequence of you falling from a building, spewing on his own cries, “Hey, seriously, what the hell are we doing—she can’t fly,” he shouts, turning to shake his sensei, then pausing, “Wait, Fushiguro, can she fly? You know her.”

“Idiot,” Nobara spits, “If she could fly then she’d be flying, not falling.”

“Then why aren’t we doing any—you know what, I think I can catch her,” Yuuji boasts, rolling up his sleeves, prepared to position himself underneath your descending body, and that’s when Satoru steps in, extending an arm in front of his students.

“You all worry too much,” he smiles, lifting his blindfold just enough to look the pair in the eye, and tilt his head up slightly, “Besides, Megumi’s handled it.”

Three heads turn back up to the sky, where you’re no longer in freefall, instead have had your shoulders snatched by Nue’s talons. You’ve still got that wild smile on your face, wider now as you descend much more elegantly via Megumi’s shikigami. Nobara and Yuuji wince as Nue’s wings flap widely when you’re set on the ground. You shift the box with the cursed object to one hand, reaching your free one around to pet the bird’s feathers. It crows happily, and Satoru snickers, much to Megumi’s dismay. You always did treat his shikigami like pets.

“Hey, you’re okay!” Yuuji cheers, eyes sparkling, “What’s in the box? A sword—actually, I don’t want to know. If it’s another finger, keep it away from me.”

“Hand it here,” Nobara demands. You’re happy to hand over the box and have another hand available for petting Nue.

Satoru watches fondly as Yuuji and Nobara fuss over the box. They should probably exercise more caution, but he’s there, so the worst can’t happen. Meanwhile, you step closer to Megumi with Nue fluttering behind you.

“You’re the one who told me there would be no need to get involved,” Megumi says, voice soft, hands falling comfortably at his side.

“I said that you wouldn’t have to get involved with the curses,” you correct, standing on your tiptoes to nuzzles your head into the bird’s feathers, “I said nothing about not getting involved with me.”

Satoru does his best not to choke out a loud laugh as Megumi’s face becomes increasingly pink when you reach forward to pinch his cheeks, his grumbling drowned in the sound of Yuuji and Nobara’s bickering. Satory sighs, content. He cares for all his students, but there’s a certain weight lifted on his shoulders knowing that when it came to you, there was truly nothing to worry about—Megumi would always be there for you. Honestly, he thinks Megumi might fight him to protect you if it came down to it.

That thought does bring an audible chuckle to his lips, Megumi’s pinched expression calling to him, “What are you laughing about?”

To which Satoru only hums, sticking his hands in his pockets. Megumi’s eyebrows furrow deeper, but it’s quickly dissolved when you catch his attention again, saying your farewells to Nue before giving Megumi the okay to let him recede into his shadows.

“Oh, nothing,” Satoru chirps, turning to lead the group back to Ichiji’s car, “Come on, who’s still up for revolving sushi!”

Cheers follow him as the veil dispels. You question Yuuji about whether or not you think the restaurant will have grilled eel, and Nobara pretends to throw up, arguing that eel is the worst, that you all should stick to hand rolls instead. Megumi stays quiet, walking on your outside, and humming along with all of your suggestions, and Satoru can’t help but wonder whether or not you knew that Nue had been out from the moment you’d stepped in the building.

Honestly, he thinks Megumi might win that fight—might win any fight if it meant being with you.

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