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can you believe that two of my top 8ball wishes were 27 and get busy living, i’m going to 3 of the last 4 us dates, and they played both of those at the one show i’m not attending 😃
#COUNT YOUR DAYS!!#to make matters worse. I AM CURRENTLY IN UPSTATE NEW YORK. JUST NOT FOR FOB.#i’m not really mad bc i’ve won so many times on this tour already i know but like. Damn.#just had to go see young culture and daisy grenade… (it was very fun i’m just being dramatic i don’t regret it)#green.txt#AT LEAST TIFFANY BLEWS AND THE MIGHTY FALL ARE STILL ALIVE#not even going to talk about you’re crashing.
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More travels with Jonathan Harker, in pictures
Here's the route that Jonathan travels by the public coach today:
I've tried to find copyright-free photos from the actual route, but I've not had much success. So this tour is going to be a lot more vibes-based than reflective of the actual sights out of the stagecoach window. Think of it like Jonathan's Transylvanian Pinterest board.
(Scenery photos are all of Transylvania, assuming I can trust the sites where I found them, but not necessarily the right time of year or the right bit of Transylvania. It's a big place.)
"Before us lay a green sloping land full of forests and woods, with here and there steep hills, crowned with clumps of trees or with farmhouses, the blank gable end to the road."
"There was everywhere a bewildering mass of fruit blossom—apple, plum, pear, cherry; and as we drove by I could see the green grass under the trees spangled with the fallen petals."
"In and out amongst these green hills of what they call here the "Mittel Land" ran the road, losing itself as it swept round the grassy curve, or was shut out by the straggling ends of pine woods, which here and there ran down the hillsides like tongues of flame."
"Beyond the green swelling hills of the Mittel Land rose mighty slopes of forest up to the lofty steeps of the Carpathians themselves. Right and left of us they towered, with the afternoon sun falling full upon them and bringing out all the glorious colours of this beautiful range, deep blue and purple in the shadows of the peaks, green and brown where grass and rock mingled, and an endless perspective of jagged rock and pointed crags, till these were themselves lost in the distance, where the snowy peaks rose grandly."
"As we wound on our endless way, and the sun sank lower and lower behind us, the shadows of the evening began to creep round us. This was emphasised by the fact that the snowy mountain-top still held the sunset, and seemed to glow out with a delicate cool pink."
"By the roadside were many crosses, and as we swept by, my companions all crossed themselves."
"Sometimes, as the road was cut through the pine woods that seemed in the darkness to be closing down upon us, great masses of greyness, which here and there bestrewed the trees, produced a peculiarly weird and solemn effect, which carried on the thoughts and grim fancies engendered earlier in the evening, when the falling sunset threw into strange relief the ghost-like clouds which amongst the Carpathians seem to wind ceaselessly through the valleys."
And a bonus: Bran Castle is marked as 'Dracula's Castle' despite being even further away from the locations in the book than most of my vibes-based photography choices. It also doesn't resemble Bram Stoker's descriptions of the castle.
But more importantly, it looks really cool. So here it is:
#dracula daily#may 5#image descriptions in alt text#if anyone has photos from Jonathan's actual route i would love to see them!
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A fascinating insight into the inner workings of our esteemed flagship!
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Sorry for being insane , and for the horrible graphic design .. anyways here's the text on the pages if you have difficulty reading it
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Check out our picks for the best helm accessories available on the market today, with advice to help you make the perfect choice for your ship P.54
THE MOST POWERFUL EQUIPMENT NEEDS THE BEST ENGINEERS!: Learn all about the thorough maintenance routine Her Imperious Condescension's skilled team of engineers stick to to ensure that the most powerful (and oldest!) engine in our mighty fleet keeps running for thousands more sweeps! .
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HYGIENE, REPAIR AND HEALTH
"Something a lot of newer
crews miss, is the importance of hygiene".
The empress is known to put a lot of emphasis on keeping her iconic helmsman intact and in good enough shape to power her ship perpetually , and so her engineering team is highly trained and capable in both the mechanical and the more medical aspects of helm care. The chief engineer told us all about the philosophy present on the imperial flagship: "On this ship we really believe that keeping the helmsman physically healthy by seeing to its biological needs , similar to yours or mine, such as brushing its teeth or washing its hair, is the key for a long lasting engine". Working with such dated equipment is not without its challenges, but the crew -
A small change in your outlook on helm maintenance could make your engine last a lot longer, and stronger!
Touring the flagship made it evident that while the helmsman is not a living, sentient troll such as the actual crew manning the ship, it is still more similar to them than to the computers surrounding it. For this reason, it should come as no surprise that it can fall victim to ailments like sicknesses and disorders comparably to any living troll. The crew stresses that these problems can easily be avoided by simply spending a few minutes each day, or at least once a week, practicing basic care on your helmsman. Our team met with a specialist who recalled encountering a rotting, sick, and weak helmsman powering a smaller spacecraft they had once visited to oversee maintenance. No wonder the ship was running slow and unreliably! See, a lot of captains are repulsed by their engine, and want to avoid seeing it as much as possible. This is the wrong approach!
Hygiene for your helmsman should be thorough and even down to the teeth, as they are the source of many infections. Just be careful not to get bitten!
#the way this is so niche it's only for me#homestuck#myart#mituna captor#homestuck fanart#psiioniic#the psiioniic#homestuck ancestors#troll biology#xenobiology#body horror#blood#gore#horror#tagging just in case#ask to tag
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The Mighty Fall
Molly's Tale as told by @snows-blog-of-fiction
Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow
Nothing in life is ever easy, is it? It reels you in, gets you all excited for the end result, and just when things are *really* starting to get good, it’s snatched out of your reach, like a toy on the top shelf. I, for one, should have taken better caution. I should have known the perfect relationship with the hottest new rapper in the game - all six-foot-three of a curly-haired, freckled, blue-eyed Southern gentleman who had a smile to light even the darkest days - would eventually come to a screeching halt. I just didn’t realize it would take six months to do so.
*Come Home The Kids Miss You* has been released. I was at the release party, ready to interview Jack for my media journalism final. I had to impress. I had to make sure the questions weren’t repetitive from every other interview. And most importantly, I had to look my very best. I don’t get starstruck, let alone have celebrity crushes. But something about him was extremely magnetic. Was it the looks? The flirty vibes? Or maybe it was the mystery.
For as big as he was, he sure did hide a lot. “Right this way,” his manager, Neelam, led me to the VIP room. As we passed the invitees, I couldn’t help but take in their expressions of shock and envy, as if they were all thinking the same thing: “why is *she* VIP and not me?” One woman’s glance captured my attention. It was a mix of concern and pity, like she knew something I didn’t. Opening the doors of the VIP room, my heart caught in my throat as I gazed at the man who would eventually destroy my life. He wore all black, complete with sunglasses, which were removed upon my entry, and a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.
The table in front of him had bottles of Sprite and Pellegrino, and the entire room smelled of cologne with a hint of weed.
This is where innocent girls come to die
“Evening, Mr. Harlow,” I extended my hand for a shake, and he accepted it
. “Call me Jack,” he grinned widely. “Or call me yours. Whichever you’d prefer.”
Goddamn, those eyes
Even if I looked away, I could feel them on me. I cleared my throat, maintaining my composure. I wasn’t going to fold that easily.
“Do you try that pickup line on everyone?”
“Only the very special ones,” he murmured lustily.
Was that a wink?
“This is an interview, not a date.”
“Well, we better make the interview quick, then. And if we’re both lucky, we can still make a date happen.”
That’s where I folded like a damn lawn chair. To be frank, I’m not sure if the interview even happened. Everything was such a blur. Each time he’d open his mouth, I just fell deeper, like he had physically cast a trance that caused me to stutter and stumble.
Who am I? Why am I falling so easily? Why can’t I snap out of it?
But even so, I wasn’t about to complain about the night taking a turn. He ditched his own party to take me for a drive. Normally I’d have 911 on speed dial if a man I barely knew was driving us to the parking lot of an abandoned store, but him… I trusted him. I trusted him enough to consent to us fucking in his backseat.
My first time
He drove me back to my apartment a while after we talked and got to know each other, and handed me a slip of paper on my way out. “Call me, Molly,” he blew me a kiss as I stood in disbelief.
The couple of months that followed were nothing short of a whirlwind. He was here, there, and everywhere but Louisville, as he was filming White Men Can’t Jump and doing international festival appearances. Still, he made sure to call and FaceTime me every day. Our relationship was blooming, but I couldn’t tell anybody, as a requirement of the NDA. Even when he invited me to go on tour with him that fall, I couldn’t talk about it. But I couldn’t say no. And then we went to Europe. If this man was inviting me to Europe, for a whole damn month, then we were secure. It was all going the way it was supposed to. Until the day after the tour had wrapped.
It was 8:30 am, and I awoke before him. Normally I’d get straight up to begin my morning routine, but today, I was in no rush. We’d been going and going for the whole month - the past several months, really - and today was our “us” day before we were set to fly home.
We had a dinner reservation that evening, after a day of sightseeing and shopping. He did owe me a new Prada bag, too. But something in my head was bothering me. I wanted to brush it off as me just overthinking like I tended to do, but it seemed like more than just that. Something in my gut had convinced me that this day was going to start and end horrifically, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. It had all been going according to plan, but I guess the Good Lord always has a bigger plan.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of Jack stirring awake. He rolled over and placed a cold hand on my thigh, making me jump a little.
“Morning, baby,” he rasped. God, his morning voice was enough to make my knees buckle. Enough to get me wet, as if we hadn’t fucked four damn times in a row the night before.
“Morning,” I held his hand.
“Why are you so cold?”
“It’s chilly in here,” he wrapped himself around my legs, closing his eyes again.
“That’s cause you only ever sleep in a tank top,” I giggled.
“Maybe if you had another layer, you wouldn’t be so damn freezing.” His only response was a couple of snores, before he jerked himself awake again.
“Were you saying something?”
“Boy,” I laughed out loud, and he did, too.
“Why don’t you get in the shower? That might wake you up.”
“Mmmph, can’t I just stay here?” his eyes were threatening to close again.
“Well, you could, but you also smell. Go wash up, baby.”
“Fiiine.” He grabbed a pair of boxers and sweats before heading into the bathroom, as I flipped on the TV, trying to find something mindless to play in the background while I checked social media. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack’s phone light up, and my curiosity got the best of me as I read what text he had received.
Xiomara ❤️🔥🤞🏻: “Good morning on your end babyyy I’ll see you soon 😘”
*Excuse the fuck out of me?* I already knew his passcode, so I typed it in to do a little digging. Come to find out, this Xiomara woman was his fucking wife. The mother of his children. And clearly not an important asset to him considering she’d been so hidden from everyone who interviewed and interacted with him at all.
Digging a little deeper, I discovered even more gut-punches. Not only was he married with children and failed to tell me, but I was also the side bitch to Vanessa, Grace, Alyssa, Jessica, Mariah, Brie, Gabrielle, Tahira, Noelle… the names just kept coming. Each of them saying the same thing.
“Can’t wait to see you soon pookie 😋”
“When are you coming back? I miss your dick.”
“Love you! Text me when you wake up!”
And he’d send them all the same response: “You n me forever baby. Love u. ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥”
This motherfucker… I allowed myself to be heated for one more minute before taking some deep breaths, then screenshotting the messages like crazy. Once I captured what I needed, I sent the photos from his phone to my phone, where I then saved each one in a private folder. I heard Jack step out of the shower, so I went back and deleted the screenshots from his camera roll. He didn’t like anyone but himself touching his phone, and besides, I had all the evidence I needed to do the next step. He emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his hips, but this time I wasn’t mesmerized by the sight of his dripping wet abs.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he noticed my solemn expression.
First of all, I’m not your damn baby, so jot that down.
“I just got a call from work.” “They know you’re still on PTO, right?”
“Yeah, but…” I faked a catch in my throat.
“They need me to come back early. Turns out they fucked up and didn’t realize my time off was supposed to end yesterday.”
“Oh, damn. Seriously?”
By his tone, he knew I was plotting something, but he didn’t say anything.
“Yes. They said I’m not in trouble, but I just need to get back to Louisville right away.” I got up and started packing a bag.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t want it to end like this.”
Double meaning.
“Don’t be sorry, babe,” he said. “You just pack your bags, and I’ll drive you to the airport. But don’t worry, I’ll be back on Saturday and we can pick up where we left off.”
Don’t count on it.
“Thanks for understanding.”
As we piled into the car Jack rented, I pulled out my phone from the passenger seat and got right back to work. I loaded up the screenshots I had saved, then sent a message to both Deuxmoi and TMZ.
”This may be hard to believe, but I’m Jack Harlow’s girlfriend. Or, at least, I assumed I was. Come to find out, however, I’m just one of many side pieces he likes to drag around and rap about, as I’ll show you here. We all know he’s a private man, but does he have to be so private that he hides away a literal wife and children? Ladies, beware, for nothing can ever be what it seems.”
Send.
“Here we are,” Jack announced once we pulled up to the gate.
“Want me to wait with you inside?”
“No, I’ll be okay,” I smiled half-heartedly.
“I’ll text you when I’m back in the states.”
“Fly safe,” he leaned in for a kiss.
“I love you.” The most sour kiss I’d ever tasted from that man’s lips.
It didn’t take long for my little message to make its rounds. I’d only been in the airport for less than an hour when I got one last text from Jack:
“What the fuck did you do?”
Deuxmoi had a new post on their story.
TMZ had published an entire article.
Stan Twitter was going off the rails.
#JackHarlowIsOverParty was the biggest trending topic worldwide.
“What needed to be done. Bye now!” As my flight was called to board, I blocked his number. I sat waiting for takeoff and blocked his Instagram and Twitter. The flight crew gave their safety instructions and I muted his music on Spotify and deleted all traces of him on my phone. The plane rose into the air, and I settled back into my seat with no remorse, feeling sorry for all the girls he made those empty promises to.
So fatal. So tragic. And oh, so preventable.
Didn’t anyone tell his actions have consequences?
#jack harlow#jack harlow fic#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow fanfic#jack harlow angst#jack harlow imagines#heaux tales of jack harlow#jack harlow fluff
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On Tour Hairstylist
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Summary: reader and old friend of Greta Van Fleet is asked to go on tour with the boys and be their On tour hairstylist.
Warnings: None!
A/N: please let me now if you liked this, I appreciate any and all feedback!! Let me know if there’s anything you’d might want me to write!!!!
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Being the on tour hairstylist for Greta Van Fleet is NOT something you would think you’d be doing but here you are. 45 minutes till places, 3 boys running around bickering about what’s going to happen and what shouldn’t happen.
“Sam I’m telling you that there is going to be someone who gets a bloody nose!” Danny yelling at Sam turning in the chair in front of me causing you to lightly hit him on his head. He let a little sorry and turned back around to face the mirror.
“Daniel that happened 2 times it’s not gonna happen again!!” Sam retorted back rolling his eyes running his hand through his hair. You decide to let them bicker back and forth.
“Josh you’ve been awfully quiet” you finally spoke up, trying to say ‘Josh please help me shut them up!’ You were almost done with Danny’s hair, putting more curl product in your hand and scrunching his hair.
“When is it my turn?” Josh said getting up shooing Danny out of the chair.
“HEY! Y/N said I’m going next wait your turn stupid.” Sam said jumping off the couch nearly tripping and falling into Josh
“Okay well I’m older which means I go first.’ Josh responded with his nose up looking all high and mighty.
“Guys they aren’t done with my hair yet.” Danny said rolling his eyes
“Josh your hair takes to long.” Sam said putting his hand on his hip
“I don’t take that long, at least I don’t ask to get my dead ends cut every other fucking stop” Josh said pointing his finger in Sam’s face.
You rolled your eyes patting Danny on the shoulder signalling that you were done and let him get up. Ever the gentleman that Daniel Wagner is he said thank you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You smiled and said ‘good luck, don’t break anymore sticks.’ Just as Danny was leaving you saw Jake he looked at you and smiled already knowing that neither of his brothers would be going.
“Hi Jakey!” You said as Jake sat down smiling at you in the mirror.
“Good evening Y/N.” He responded giving the stink eye to both his brothers who stopped arguing.
“THATS NOT FAIR!” Sam and Josh said in unison looking sad and angry that they weren’t in the chair.
“Don’t you dare make me call your mother.” You said fingers already running through Jake’s hair. All you heard was ‘sorry’ ‘won’t happen again’
You looked at your watch and realised you had 20 minutes to get them all dolled up and on stage. Luckily Jake’s hair wasn’t too bad, he only needed some anti-frizz and some hair gel to keep his luscious locks in line.
“You are all done my kind sir!” You said in a fake British accent curtsying as Jake got up.
“The pleasures all mine love.” Jake said bowing at you like he was a prince.
“Sam your next, Josh I don’t want to hear a thing.” You said looking at both the boys shooting daggers into them. Sam sat down with a smug grin on his face that you quickly wiped off with a soft smack to the back of his head. Much like Jake Sam’s hair didn’t need that much, he just needed some hair gel. As quickly as he was sat down he was back up against
“Good luck Sammy.” You said Sam responded with a kiss to your forehead.
“Sorry Sam just thinks he’s the best cause he’s the youngest.” Josh said sitting in the chair playing with on of the combs you have laid out on the makeup counter.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell when Kiszka brothers stop fighting over big or small.” You said getting the hairspray and spraying it all over joshes curly hair. You were really focused on not getting the hairspray in joshes eye Ethan you didn’t hear a single word he said. You also had to fix a few rhinestones that had fallen off.
“Am I good to go honey?” Josh said looking up at you.
“Yes sir. Give em hell joshy.” You said giving him a hug. As soon as Josh had left you let out a big sigh and thought about how much you loved these boys. They were so amazing and understanding. There hasn’t been a day were you weren’t given a hug or a kiss on the check. The relationship you had with those boys was something nobody could replace. They were your everything, your light in the dark.
“Guys I don’t know if I can go on tour with you.” You said looking down at your fingers fidgeting with the rings all of the boys had collectively gotten you over the years. Smiling at how happy they each looked when you opened your gift and immediately put it on your finger.
“Y/N we don’t want to pressure you but we wouldn’t have asked if we didn’t a 100% believe in you and your abilities.” Sam said putting his hand of your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.
“You’ve been nothing but supportive over the years. Even when we were only playing out of garages.” Josh added laughing a bit at the memories of the boys just starting out.
“You are literally our sister at this point.” Jake said moving to sit down on the couch in the living room.
“We love you and will still love you with whatever you decide to do.” Danny said embracing me in a big bear hug. You stayed there for a second or two before the rest of the boys joined in. You felt safe and protected with these boys. It felt like nothing in the world could tear us apart. After what felt like and eternity I felt the boys release their grip on me
“If… IF. I go on tour with y’all…what would I even do?” You looked at them with your hands in the air with a smirk on your face.
“Well IF- Jake said making sure to enunciate the if- you decide to join us on tour..”
“You’d be out hairstylist and our Tour Parent.” Josh finished Jake’s sentence looking between Sam and Danny shrugging.
“You’d also get to travel the world see new places, meet new people.” Sam said cheerfully looking like a kid who opened up a new gaming console.
“And you’ll get to be with us 24/7 and who doesn’t want that??” Danny said putting both his hands on your shoulders making you laugh.
You laughed at the memory of when they first asked you. These boys were everything to you Day by day the love you have for those 4 boys grows
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Omg I did it! I wanted to get his bad boy busted out before the next episode came out and I just barely did it! Ok here’s some Mahito smut taking place during that episode right after gojo gets sealed. Written in first person, sorry. Kinda monster fuckery but not as crazy as I’ve seen some of all get. I did a really lazy job proof reading. Hope ya like it!
Playtime!
“If I find him first I’ll kill him, if you find him first we can release Sukuna!” Mahito exclaims “there’s no need to go looking for him gojo is here…”Jugo begins to reason but Mahito is off and running through a the train station with a cheery giggle. A moment later I manage to catch up to him, trailing just behind him he turns to glance at me but I lunge and tackle him to the ground. Laying beneath me while I move to straddle him. He looks up at me with confused amusement. “Oh? Did you wanna play too?” He muses.
“I always wanna play with you Mahito” I reply gently grinding my hips down against his. His face breaks out into a huge grin as he sits up grabbing my waist to hold me in place, speaking face to face with me. “Your so cute when you act desperate but im in the middle of a different game right now and If you want to be in my team-“
“Im not on your team. I want Choso to win.” I reply matter of fact.
He falls silent, his grin replaced with a pout. “That’s disappointing, I thought I was your favorite.” His fingers trace light patterns in my sides as I lean in closer so our lips are nearly touching. “You are my favorite.” I confirm pressing our lips together. Mahito returns my kiss, shoving his tongue past my lips and groaning into my mouth. His tongue pushes past mine aggressively, stretching and slithering its way down my throat. I move to push away from him as my eyes water and I begin to gag but strong textured limbs entrap my body locking me in place. The soft feather like touches I was receiving from his human like fingertips have transformed into a mighty grip from twin tenticals twisted around my torso trailing up my neck. He pulls away to grin up at me, long stretched out tongue still down my throat as his newly transformed limbs tilt my head to meet his gaze. I continue to gag and struggle until he slowly begins to shrink and slide his tongue back into his mouth keeping eye contact and lightly laughing to himself as his tentacle covers my mouth
His laugh is so cute
“So I’m your favorite but you still want Choso to win?” He questions tilting his head to the side. Unable to speak I nod un response. “Seems pretty dangerous for you to crawl in my lap after hindering the game I suggested. Why do you care who wins? Why not just join in the fun?” I try to mutter a response but his tentacles remain locked around my face and my words come out as a strained whimper as I attempt to grind down against his lap again.
Before I can process what’s happening his tentacles unwind from my body, twirling me off his lap and tossing me to the station floor. I try to lift myself from the ground but I feel his weight against my back pushing my chest to the ground and his hands are everywhere.
An authoritative grip on my hips pulling my ass up and against his pelvis,
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A forceful press of my arms into the ground beside me,
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An iron grip around my throat,
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A firm yank of my hair, pressing his face close to my ear.
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“You don’t care about letting Choso win. You’re just jealous I was playing something other than you.”
He has 6 arms now.
“I don’t have to be jealous.” I rasp out. “I thought I was tour favorite, play with me instead.” I taunt wiggling my body against him. He responds with light laughter
“You are my favorite.” He mirrors our exchange from earlier. “Its so flattering when you act so desperate! I Guess I can make time to play with my favorite toy, I’ll just have to make you come quick so I can go kill yuuji!” The hands on my hips briefly release to push my pants down my thighs to bunch up at my knees and I push back against him again yearning for friction. “I doubt it’ll take long with how needy you’re being.” He mocks quietly in my ear. Hands trail up the back of my thighs and stop at my sopping cunt. He uses his thumbs to pull the lips apart before the one slides thru the exposed folds to feel my wetness. “I love how wet you get for me. Does it excite you to be at my mercy?” His grip on my throat tightens slightly while his thumb continues to stroke between my folds, occasionally brushing against my clit spiraling me into a panting mewling mess. “My pretty pet makes such pretty noises.” He sing songs in my ear before pushing two of his long slender fingers inside of me causing me to cry out. “O-oh fuck Mahito!” The hand around my throat snakes up to grip my jaw, locking me in place against the hand still gripping my hair. His firm wet tounge elongates past his lips wrapping its way around my face and thrusting into my mouth sliding lewdly against my tounge before retreating to repeat the same motion over and over again. Using the firm muscle to sensually fuck my open mouth. My eyes roll back and I’m moaning out incoherent syllables at the combined pleasure Mahito is blessing me with. The slow rough thrust of his fingers is perfectly in time with his tongue. He revels in abusing that special spot inside me while drool drips down my chin and wetness soaks his hand and runs down onto my thighs. I can feel his open mouthed grin against my face, clearly amused by how powerless I am beneath him. I barely notice the hand spreading my lower lips abandon me to start pushing down his own clothing. His tounge retreats and I wine shamelessly as he mutters “It’s so fun when you act so corrupted!” He swiftly removes his fingers from my sopping cunt causing me to gasp out at the sudden loss. “No! what are you-“ I begin but I’m cut off with my own gasp as I am again being swiftly repositioned. Maintaining his incredible dominance of my body he shifts back to sit on the subway floor manhandling me into his lap and impaling me on his thick monstruos cock. The sudden intrusion is unexpected and exhilarating. His hardened girth bullying it’s way past my entrance into my soaked heat. His impressive strength continues to manhandle me into this new position. He pulls my arms behind my back and restrains them there with an unbreakable hold, his other 4 latch on around my waist and hips to batter me over his cock.
“Ah! Mahito!” I cry out.
The deep glide of his ridged misshapen cock sends sparks through my body. Mahitos grasp has complete control of my body using me like a tool for his pleasure sliding up and down from the base of his shaft to the tip and then back. I do my best to kick my pants the rest of the way off my body so I can better spread my legs for him. “Oh fuck I love it when you squirm!” He rasps pressing his face into the back of my neck, “all you can do is squirm and cry while I use you to stroke my cock.”
“Ah fuck! Please harder!” I sob tears of delicious pleasure blurring my vision.
He cackles loudly “so instatable!”
He bounces my body aggressively over his length. Each stroke more pleasurable than the last until there isn’t a coherent thought left in my head. Every ridge of his cock deliciously abusing my inner walls. All I can focus on is the erotic wet sounds of our bodies repeatedly colliding and the intense burning pleasure throughout my body. One of his hands release its clutch on my hips and snakes around to the front of my body to play with my clit. My whole being jerks and tenses and then I’m seeing stars, hot liquid comes squirting out of me with a wanton moan. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, powerless in his hold as I twist and gasp spraying him and the subway floor with my release until my body goes limp against him. He continues to drag me over his cock like a masturbation toy until a few final hard thrusts in a row tell me he’s reached is own peak. I can tell he’s speaking to me but my brain is too fucked out to actually grasp the words. Still keeping me anchored to his lap he releases my arms and pulls my limp body back against his chest in a weirdly comforting embrace. “I knew you wouldn’t last long! Did I play with you to hard?” He teases, pressing his face against my neck and shoulder. I lean back and tilt my head back against his soft hair. “No Mahito it was good thank you.” I murmur dreamily in response.
“Your welcome!”
The front of my body abruptly slams against the stony subway floor as Mahito shoves my off his lap without warning. Redressing and transforming back into his more human figure before taking off again down the subway. “Welp I’m off to kill Sukuna vessel! Let’s play more later!”
#jjk season 2#jjk mahito#jjk smut#jjk Mahito smut#mahito#mahito smut#mahito x reader#mahito fanfic#jjk fanfic#shameless#monster#jjk thirsts#jjk monster fucking#mahito monster fucking#finger lickin good
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Meeting bat Eddie 🦇❤️🔥
Summary: Okay so Daytona on TikTok makes these adorable bat Eddie videos and they’re just so cute I decided to do a blurb (or a few) based on the concept. Please go check out her playlist it’s honestly the cutest thing ever. And the credit to this goes to her ❤️🦇
A month and a half had gone by since the events of the upside down. Meaning it had been a long six weeks Eddie had been stuck in bat form. When he had woken up from being killed by the bats from hell he thought he’d get to be a cool blood sucking vampire like the movies but instead he couldn’t figure out how to change out of his bat form. He was incredibly annoyed but at least being a bat wasn’t so bad. And at least he wasn’t wanted for murder.
“I know you’re bored but I have to work! I’ll read to you later alright?” Steve huffed towards the small creature that was now pouting on the counter top. A flurry of squeaking erupted from the bat accompanied by dramatic wing movements. “Well I’m sorry not all of us can fly around and eat all day Munson!” Steve sighed. The two were so busy in their argument they missed the jingle of the bell signaling someone entering the store.
(Y/n) stepped into the store black boots lightly hitting the floor. Her black jeans with jagged holes on the knees was paired with a Black Sabath raglan tour shirt topped with a black and white flannel. She eyed Steve Harrington who had his back turned clearly arguing with someone she couldn’t see. (Y/n) cleared her throat making him spin around like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Uh hi hello welcome to um Family Video can I help you find something?” He asked leaning against the counter.
“Um no I was actually just hired I’m supposed to start today. I was told to find Steve or Robin.” She informs him with a kind smile. Unbeknownst to either of them Eddie is doing his best to take a peak at what’s going on. His small form leaned over too far falling down to the floor along with his book. (Y/n)’s eyes flashed between Steve and trying to peak behind him.
“Well you found Steve, Robin’s on lunch right now. I’ll go grab your vest and name tag and we’ll get started!” He said with an awkward smile. She nodded watching him duck down grabbing something before disappearing into the back. When he was out of sight she leaned over the counter observing the worn copy of the Hobbit laying against the floor. The corners were frayed evidence of dog eared pages shown on the pages.
(Y/n) let’s out a curious hum her eyes flicking to door Steve had disappeared behind and back to the book. Walking around the countertop she picked up the novel admiring how well loved it clearly was. She also noticed the small bowl of assorted pieces of fruit, nuts, and pretzels. Hearing Steve throw open the door she rested the book carefully back on the countertop. He smiled handing her the green vest.
“Thanks you’re uh Steve Harrington right? You graduated the year before me.” She inquired throwing her new uniform on. “Yeah that’s me.” He nodded far too used to the how the mighty have fallen speech. “Cool I look forward to working with you.” She shrugged wanting the awkward conversation to be over. There was a pause and for a split second (Y/n) would have sworn she saw something in Steve’s shirt pocket move.
“So um he really didn’t have you start on the best day there’s not really anything going on just helping customers and taking care of last nights returns.” Steve said gesturing towards a cart with a small pile of tapes in it. (Y/n) nodded moving towards the returns. “I think I can manage.” (Y/n) smiled grabbing a few tapes moving to put them in their places. While she was turned with her attention focused on the horror movie display she could hear Steve talking almost arguing with himself. She tried to listen in carefully wondering if Robin had gotten back from lunch.
“I told you I don’t understand I’m sorry!” He said in a hushed yell. (Y/n) carefully stepped around the shelf moving towards the older man. There was no sign of anyone nearby or even a phone being talked into. “Don’t understand what?” She questioned watching as he jumped surprised. “I’m sorry what?” He asked like he wasn’t the one caught.
“You were talking to someone Harrington who?” This time it’s accusatory. (Y/n) was not going to let one of Hawkins pretty boy jocks gaslight her. “No one or not a someone it’s nothing really.” He all but squeaks. “So Steve the hair Harrington was talking to himself like a crazy person?” She asks putting her hands on her hips. Steve attempts to come up with some explanation but can’t come up with one that won’t send her running from the store.
Before he stutter out some bad lie Eddie pokes his head from Steve’s pocket little ears pointed up. (Y/n) felt like her jaw was lying on the floor seeing the small winged creature. “I-is that a bat like a real live bat?” She gawked. Steve cursed under his breath nodding his head. “Yes this is my uh pet.” He sighed pulling Eddie from his pocket.
Cautiously she stepped forward slightly leaning down to observe the bat. Eddie looked up at her eyes his little heart just thumping away in his chest. Up close he realized he did recognize the girl from school. They were kind of friends at least as close to a friend as someone could be with the town outcast without making themselves a pariah. Eddie would even go as far to say he once had a small crush on her.
“Steve Harrington has a pet bat?”
“Yeah he’s new uh Dustin Henderson’s idea.”
“What’s his name?”
“Eddie.”
“And the little denim vest?”
“Also Henderson’s idea.”
“Aren’t bats supposed to be nocturnal?”
“Yeah but I guess since this one’s main diet is fruit it doesn’t hunt at night? I don’t know Dustin tried to explain it to me but I stopped listening.”
(Y/n) eyes move over the small creature from his pointed ears that sat in a nest of what seemed like curls of hair instead of fur all the way down to his little feet. She hums slowly reaching out brushing gentle finger tips against his head. Eddie leaned into the touch a small squeak escaping him. Steve’s eyes were as saucers taking in the exchange. It had taken him about two weeks before he could get past his heebie jeebies and let Eddie get close to him.
“Can I hold him?” (Y/n) asked her eyes meeting Steve’s instead of Eddie’s for the first time in probably ten minutes. Before Steve even gets the change to answer Eddie is flying into (y/n)’s hand. “Dude I told you to be careful in public!” Steve scolds. (Y/n) giggles bringing him closer lightly scratching a place behind his ear. “Aw don’t yell at the poor baby he just needed attention didn’t you sweet boy?” She coos towards Eddie.
Even in bar form being treated like a pet Eddie feels like he could melt. “He doesn’t bother you?” Steve questions his eyes peaking over at the beautiful girl entering the store. (Y/n) shakes her head grinning ear to ear. “Alright well you wanna hang out with him while I go help this customer?” Steve asked. (Y/n) didn’t even bother to look up just nodding her head.
“Cool well his snacks are on the counter and he likes being read to.” Steve explained before scurrying off to go flirt. (Y/n) took a seat in the computer chair resting Eddie back on the counter. “You hungry little guy?” She asks softly. Eddie slightly nods his small tongue poking out briefly. Starting with a chunk of strawberry (y/n) lowered a piece of food to Eddie.
She couldn’t help but watch in adoration as his little fanged teeth sunk into the fruit. Red juice dribbled down his chin collecting at the edges of his mouth. “You’re awfully cute sweet boy.” (Y/n) sighs dreamily. If Eddie had his normal skin he’d be a blushing mess so for right now he was grateful for the fur. She continued to slowly feed him bits of food from the dish.
“I’ve always liked the name Eddie. Actually used to know someone named Eddie.” (Y/n) starts taking despite the fact that she thinks she’s conversing with a normal bat. Eddie’s ears perk up at the mention of his old self, at the fact that she not only remembers him but thinks about him even still. Although he knew not to get his hopes up she probably only thought of him as a murderer now despite that he had been legally cleared by Hopper and his colleagues higher up than Hawkins finest. At least in his supposed death he wasn’t a legally wanted man.
“He was real cool too. My- I mean the other, human Eddie. His name was Eddie Munson we went to school together for a while. He wore a denim vest too except his was always over his sick leather jacket and the Hellfire club shirt.” She continued almost rambling. There was a fondness to her voice paired with a glint in her eyes that made Eddie feel like his heart could crack right in two.
“I hate what they say on the news about him, that’s not who Eddie was. He wasn’t a monster, a killer, he was just different. Eddie Munson was kind and looked out for people who were targeted by others. He was a lot better than anyone in this podunk town ever have him credited for, but I guess people see what they want them to see. Anyways I’m rambling like a crazy person to a bat.” (Y/n) ends her slur of words with an embarrassed chuckle.
Eddie wouldn’t have cared if she had kept talking for hours if it meant he could hear her say his name and speak so kindly. Minus Dustin’s relief to finding out Eddie was alive he hadn’t heard many kind words be used in the same sentence as his name, not since Chrissy. “You’re almost as cute as he was sweet boy.” (Y/n) giggled petting him once again. In that moment Eddie desperately wished she could understand his squeaking. “He thought you were the cutest girl in all of Hawkins.” Is what his little chirps meant.
“Is this what Harrington over there wouldn’t read to you baby?” She cooed reaching over carefully to pick up the book. Eddie fluttered his wings in excitement bouncing up and down on the surface. “Want me to read to you?” She asked. As an answer he flew right up to her shoulder nuzzling down into the fabric of her vest. “Okay okay let’s see where you left off sweet boy.” She giggled finding the page seemingly most recently dog eared.
With Eddie snuggled comfortably into her shoulder she began reading. Eddie could swear with each silly voice and exaggerated reading he felt himself swoon. She put so much passion and care into her reading even if in her head he was just an animal. His eyes get heavy and he tries to force them to stay open wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible. Little do they know Robin has returned and is standing by Steve watching the exchange the pretty girl long gone.
“Are you kidding me he’s a literal mangey furry animal and he’s still getting chicks?”
“Aww is Steve jealous of the wittle bat?”
“No I just mean he’s got her wrapped around his little claw already what the hell.”
“Looks like our new girl is gonna be the Eddie whisperer.”
#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x reader#stranger things x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson/reader#eddie munson/you#bat eddie munson#bat!eddie#kas eddie munson
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Roads and Mother (Roads POV)
Road often thought of the hallways as reminiscent of the brothels from her youth. Long corridors with dirty red carpeting and walls adorned with gold and brown designs, large portraits, and artwork. Such a facade was designed to make its patrons believe they still belonged to something high and mighty, to divert their attention from the suppressed cries and choked sobs of those who could never leave.
Road had once been one of those voices.
And yet, here she found herself in someone else's hell, someone important to her. The lab's bleach-white hallways were a stark contrast to the bloody rooms she passed. The deep scratches in the metal and the seemingly mindless movements of the staff were alarming. Their eyes dared not meet hers as she passed. Road had been summoned by the lab's overseer, a woman the Operatives referred to as Mother.
Road snickered ruefully, reminded of the older women at the brothels. They would manipulate young boys and girls, claiming to care deeply, yet forcing them into horrifying conditions. Road swallowed, her throat dry as she flexed her hand. She wouldn't allow the one person important to her to be treated like cattle. Reaching down, Road retrieved a cigarette. Smoking was frowned upon inside a military facility, but Road figured they had more pressing concerns than her indulging in a habit.
She stopped at a room, marked with a long list of numbers next to it, before pressing the call button and waiting.
A few moments later, the door opened. Poking her head through, Road raised an eyebrow. The room was fairly small, with a single bed in the corner, a nightstand, and a toilet on the opposing wall. It resembled a prison cell rather than the once room of a child. Though, she thought darkly, it did look familiar.
"Simple and effective," a cold voice spoke from behind her. Spinning around, she caught sight of the woman, her eyes staring vacantly behind large glasses. The woman smiled at Road, gesturing around. "How are you enjoying your tour of the facility?"
"It's shit," Road commented, blowing smoke towards the woman. "You would think with all the funds you receive, you could build a better facility."
The woman's smile remained unflinching as she lightly waved away the smoke wafting over her face. "You do know that isn't good for you."
"Well, aren't you the true dispenser of wisdom, grandma," Road sneered, flicking the cigarette towards the woman. It bounced in a small bloom of ash and embers against her coat before falling to the floor. "Why don't you cut the crap and get straight to why I'm standing here."
"002," the woman replied, her smile twitching on her face, sending a cold shiver down Road's back. "You are fairly close to them, I hear."
"Well, grandma needs some new hearing aids too because you heard wrong," Road snapped, moving to step past her. "I am close to nobody."
"So it's just a coincidence that you are here, you who would have so much to gain by staying on Earth," she replied, holding out a hand to stop Road.
Road looked at it, wondering if 002 would mind if their mother returned with some broken bones. Sighing, she batted the hand aside and stepped past the woman, exiting the room. This was a waste of her time.
The woman continued from behind her. "You know, the work I put in to make sure my children can see clearly is very important to me. I want to ensure your intentions are pure."
Pure. Road gritted her teeth, rounding on the woman.
"Intentions? You, of all people, shouldn't preach to me about intentions. Look at this place. Your intentions are the ones that should be questioned. I've seen the scars. I recognize those kinds of scars. They aren't from a battlefield," Road snarled, pointing a finger in the woman's face.
The woman's placid smile returned as she reached up, gently caressing a small stone hanging from a necklace around her neck. "Discipline is vital in all my children, and even more so for soldiers."
"They were children," Road said, feeling a small stab of pain in her chest.
"They were dead," the woman snapped, her friendly facade melting away to reveal something more sinister. "I saved them all. Even the ones that failed, I gave their life a purpose. To serve mankind rather then be..."
She trailed off as Roads watched the woman reconstruct her mask of indifference.
"And if 002 failed?" Road said, her hand dropping to her belt. "Or if they fail now, are you just going to discard them like the heartless witch I know you are?"
There was a flash of emotion on the woman's face that Road caught for a fleeting moment before it was masked. It was a brief look of concern, then one of anger. She watched as the woman squeezed the stone for a moment before she relaxed, allowing her hands to drop.
"They won't fail me," she said, a look of confidence on her face as she stepped closer. "But I will be interested in seeing if they fail you."
Without another word, the woman turned, leaving Road standing alone in the hallway.
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I'm on the idea of reader rejecting tonowari and jake because they have to gi back to their original clan to lead them as their ole'eyktan and spiritual leader and to marry someone else who they love and they feel guilty for rejecting them( tonowari and jake) but they don't regret it
𝐀/𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐄 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐘/𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞
Tonowari and Jake sat in the back row of the lined up seats. Tears prickled Tonowari’s eyes as the drums began sounding. They watched as the first few rows of na’vi stood. They didn’t though, wanting to maintain their inconspicuous aura.
Voices of na’vi women singing echoed throughout the forest, announcing the bride's arrival.
Out you stepped, with flowers in your hands, face painted, and a large headdress.
Jake’s expression darkened, seeing that bright smile on your face. It hurt him knowing that the beautiful smile on your face was aimed at another man. Tonowari couldn’t hold his composure, and tears began streaming down his face at a constant rate. Jake winced hearing his best friend sob beside him, but he nudged him, hoping the clan leader wouldn’t draw any attention.
They smelled your sweet fruity scent as you walked past them, not even recognizing or acknowledging the two men that once loved you. As they saw you walking further and further from them, they remembered what got them into this position in the first place.
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“You don’t understand!” You screamed, pointing at the taller, darker na’vi. “I have worked my entire life for this! I can’t throw it away for you I-'' You clasped your hands over your mouth realizing how harsh your words were. Jake's ears tilted down and he looked at you with the most pained face ever.
“Maybe we should all calm down and talk this out_”
You slapped Tonowari’s hand away and stepped back. “There's nothing to discuss. I’m in love with someone else. No discussion or gifts will change that.” Your voice cracked.
Tonowari looked defeated, but was more composed than Jake, who had a look of anger oncoming.
“I dreamed of marrying a mighty warrior, one whose worst issue was other clans, not aliens from another planet.” You threw another jab at the burdens that came along with Jake’s existence on pandora. “I want to be my own leader. And lead my own people, not a clan that I am estranged to.” You looked up at Tonowari.
Yes, what you were saying was totally messed up but it was true. Tonowari expected you to marry into a clan that didn’t fully accept you. And Jake expected you to leave your lover at home for him, who didn’t have the most trustworthy track record.
“You two are amazing men, and strong leaders I admit. But you are not what I want in a husband, and it would be an ultimate sin to leave everything I've worked for…”
“For us.” Jake finished your sentence.
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That ordeal was weeks ago, and the two mens still found themselves losing sleep over it. It was dumb to fall in love with a woman who was taking her coronation tour and expect her to leave everything behind.
The two watched as you made it to the altar, and locked hands with the man you would soon call you husband. The man you were going to have kids with and spend the rest of your life with. A man that was not them.
As everyone sat, the two of them stood.
In the corner of your eye you saw the height difference between the two. Recognizing the different hues in skin tone as well. But you didn’t turn your head, you were too enamoed in the man that was standing right in front of you.
You did feel bad, knowing that those two loved you so, but they meant nothing to you, and that's just something they would have to accept.
#tonowari x reader#jake sully x reader#tonowari x reader x jake#persefolli#persefolliwrites#angst#avatar the way of water#jake sully#atwow#avatar#tonowari#avatar2
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Giganterra (Chapter 8)
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Word Count: 2.3k
Content Warning: Threats of vore (no actual vore)
------ Chapter 8: Stowaway ------
While Leon, Martin, and Chester received the tribute, Joey wandered off to be alone with some privacy, or at least as alone as he could be when his tall figure was visible for miles. He went back to the more rural section of the human territory near the forest and rested his backside in a fallow dirt field, where he wouldn’t destroy any crops or livestock. He relaxed his elbows on his knees and his chin on his forearms and stared off into the distance with glazed eyes.
He tried to follow the advice of his mentor, whom he respected as a wiser man, but he was struggling. He didn’t want to cause any harm to the tiny folk. He hated to be here as an oppressor. He liked the little people, and he wanted them to like him too, but he knew that could never happen if they only saw him as a tool of the king to enact his barbaric will. The fact that he was lumped in with monsters like Chester who delighted in devouring people disgusted him. He wanted to hide away in shame at the mere thought.
He held still, enjoying the warm kiss of the sun and the cool breeze on his back. A few sparrows flew by and perched on his knuckle, not recognizing him as a living creature with his immense size. He watched the microscopic specks of fluffy feathers dance over his hand, chirping and fluttering before they soared away. He sighed. The sights were novel and lovely, but he felt very out of place.
His back started to ache, so he laid down, carefully unfolding his legs so he wouldn’t collapse any trees, and stared up at the clouds with his hands clasped over his torso. He was tired, since his troubled thoughts had caused him to lose sleep as of late, so he began to drift off. The sound of small voices near his shoulder brought him back to consciousness. He could hear two children, a boy and girl, chattering to each other excitedly. He was tempted to shift his head to look at them, but he didn’t want to scare them, so he stayed motionless, waiting to see what they would do.
He felt a tickle on his arm as little hands gripped his sleeve and began to climb up his body. He was heartened to discover they weren’t frightened of him, but he remained still. He made an effort to keep his breathing slow and steady as the small beings explored the vast landscape of his mighty chest. Nevertheless, his heart still beat faster than he intended. One of the children tripped, falling on his sternum, her weight less than that of a baby mouse. She climbed back to her feet with a giggle, jumping on the plush surface with joy. Joey failed to repress a mirthful smile.
The little boy was just as rambunctious, and started to climb up Joey’s neck and chin, pinching his pliant skin in his hands. Joey tried not to swallow or cough, even when the boy stepped directly on his Adam’s apple. The human child successfully scaled his chin and started to tour his face. He was smart enough to avoid Joey’s mouth, but he tripped while hiking over his cheekbone and landed on the lens of his glasses. The boy stiffened as he found himself staring at a huge, inquisitive, chocolate brown eye. Joey blinked and the boy flinched.
“The giant’s awake!” he yelped, leaping back instinctively with alarm. His feet couldn’t find purchase on the curved, squishy surface of Joey’s cheek, and he toppled off the side of the giant face. Joey reacted quickly, his arms rocketing up to catch the boy. The little girl, still on his chest, gasped as the huge pillars of flesh soared over her head and the muscles flexed underneath her.
Joey cradled the boy in his hands, relieved he caught him in time. “Are you alright, little one?” he asked, keeping his voice soft. He had never seen a human child up close before, and he marveled at how small he was, even when compared with adult humans. The kid was half the length of his finger, if that. The boy twisted around in his hands, staring in wonder at the enormous fingers towering over his head and the soft cushions of skin beneath him.
“You helped me,” he uttered in disbelief.
“Of course,” Joey replied, smiled gently. From the giant’s chest, the young girl screeched an incoherent vocalization and started to cry.
“Oh, you should probably comfort your friend,” he remarked. He lowered his hand to his chest, so the boy could rejoin the girl.
“Don’t worry, sis, I’m okay,” the boy chirped happily. Joey expected him to dismount to his chest, but instead the boy waved his arms for his sister to join him. “Come here!” She stared at her brother with wide, watery eyes, still sniffling. “Don’t be scared! He’s a gentle giant, see?” He patted Joey’s palm with his own.
The girl seemed uncertain, but she trusted her brother. She looked up at Joey’s face, mostly his chin from the extreme angle, and cautiously climbed up into his gargantuan hand. Joey sat up to get more comfortable, moving slowly so as not to frighten the small children. He cupped his hands together and admired the tiny creatures ensconced in his palms. They were adorable. They stared up at him, transfixed by his unfathomable immensity.
“Hi there. I’m Joey,” the giant introduced himself, with a friendly smile.
Before the children could answer, a feminine voice screamed from far below. Joey looked down to see a woman flitting about in a panic next to his leg. “Unhand them, you foul beast!” she shrieked. She grabbed a stick and whacked Joey in the thigh with desperation. When he didn’t react, she resorted to jabbing him with it instead. “Don’t you dare harm my precious children!”
“I had no such intentions, ma'am,” Joey assured her. He placed his hands palm-up on the ground, allowing the children to go back to their mother. She dropped the branch, clambered up his fingers, grabbed her kids in her arms, and ran, not looking back in her haste. Joey watched her go sadly. He supposed he could understand her reaction, for she didn’t know he was a gentle giant. Even so, it made him melancholic to be treated like some savage man-eating monster that would hurt defenseless children. He sighed and stretched his arms, then polished the mini handprints off his glasses with his tunic.
In the meantime, Leon, Martin, and Chester finished collecting the tribute and were heading back. Chester was marvelously satisfied, despite the ache in his throat from being strangled. He kept licking his lips and sighing with pleasure, his mind off in dreamland as he fantasized about swallowing humans whole. He wanted that last human, Jackie, inside his belly more than anything. Leon held the cage defensively out of his range, so he wouldn’t drool all over it.
Leon morosely withdrew into himself, seeking to block out his surroundings, and by extension his complicity in the whole affair. He couldn’t bear to look at the people in the cage between his hands, or at the humans giving him horrified stares at his feet, but he couldn’t avoid meeting their gazes either as he watched his step through the tiny streets. He didn’t want to cause more damage than he already had.
Martin was flustered. He kept sneaking glances down at the cage, at the little blonde lady who was likewise enamored with him. He wanted to talk to her and ask her name, but he couldn’t possibly do anything of the sort considering the awful circumstances. He warned himself not to get attached. He knew what abysmal abuses she would be forced to endure, and his heart couldn’t bear it. He always tried to distance himself from the humans, so he wouldn’t be sensitive to their pain, but he felt personally responsible for this particular woman. He tried to convince himself that her fate was out of his hands as his heart settled into his entrails with guilt and despair.
While the giants were preoccupied with their respective thoughts, none of them noticed a tiny man hiding in the streets, peering out from behind a building. Cesar was still insulted and dejected over being refused. He had more right to go than that other pitiful excuse of a man who didn’t even want the exalted privilege of meeting the giantess princess. As a huge shoe stomped next to him, he leapt into action. He raced forward, and with a mighty jump and a swing of his arms, snagged onto the giant’s boot. He clambered up the side and concealed himself under the cuff of the trousers.
Leon didn’t notice the inconsequential weight of his new human passenger as he walked. Cesar’s heart pounded and his stomach heaved with the long, rapid strides of the giant. The speed and power were dizzying, and he struggled to hold on until he could properly situate himself on the top edge of the boot. Once he was secure, he was able to catch his breath, even as nausea rose in his throat. He forced it down and clung on for dear life.
Martin, Leon, and Chester didn’t have too much trouble finding Joey in the rural countryside, considering he dwarfed every landmark even while sitting. Joey was already despondent from being a source of terror for the human mother he encountered, but his mood soured further when he saw the cage in Leon’s hands full of humans. He wordlessly got to his feet, dusted off his clothes, and followed the others. He avoided looking at the people inside the cage. He failed to notice Eren, the tiny archer that shot his leg with arrows, but she recognized him. She gritted her teeth, feeling a burst of consternation despite her vindictive spirit. She feared that the giant might retaliate when he saw her. She felt vulnerable, stripped of her poisons and weapons. It was a major setback, but she hoped to still find a way to assassinate the giant king. She was determined.
Martin, to distract himself from Candy, attempted to make conversation with Joey. However, Joey was in no mood to talk, and limited himself to muttering short responses and shrugging his shoulders. Leon didn’t want to engage in idle chatter either. Martin looked around, observing that Chester had wandered off.
“Where’s Chester?” he vocalized. The trio stopped, swiveling their heads.
“Over there,” Leon pointed out. Chester was crouched over a tiny farmhouse, in a field of beans he’d trampled without a second thought. He’d poked his fingers through the front entrance of the house, punching through the door as he teased the little family inside. His eyes lit up with glee as his hand closed around a squirming prize. He tried to pull out, but his enclosed fist was too large to fit through the doorframe. He adjusted his prey so that she was pinched between two fingers and wrenched her from her home.
A shrill cry pierced the air as he dangled her high in the sky, slopping his tongue avariciously over his lips and teeth. “Oh, boy!” he exclaimed, sending a shudder through the small lady. He sniffed the air and grinned, his pearly teeth gleaming with saliva. “You smell delicious!” His belly clamored for food with an insistent gurgle.
“D-d-don’t eat me!” the woman stammered. She was shaking like a leaf in a storm. She tried to say more, to beg for her life, but she tripped over her tongue with a stuttering whine instead.
Joey rushed over as quickly as he could without destroying the land underfoot. “Chester!” he yelled. “Put her down!”
Chester glanced over at him. No malice was in his eyes, just an irrepressible hunger. “Why? She’s just a little thing. Nobody will miss her.”
“No, please, I have a family… I have children…” the woman whimpered, tearing up as she looked at her house far below.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take care of them; I’ll gobble them up too,” Chester proclaimed, as if this statement was somehow supposed to reassure her. His words had the opposite effect, though, as she thrashed in his hand with renewed vigor.
“No!” she cried. Chester ignored her, lowering her down into his gaping mouth, tongue extended. Joey reacted with lightning speed, hooking Chester’s arm and prying his hand back from his mouth.
“Not on my watch,” he growled. With skillful precision, he drew a dagger from his belt and pressed the blade firmly against Chester’s neck.
“Joey, there’s no need for that,” Chester said, uncertainty in his gaze as he locked eyes with the other giant. Even so, he didn’t release the human from his grasp. Despite Joey’s ferocious intensity, he didn’t believe that the squire would really slit his throat, especially over what he considered a trivial matter.
“Gentleman, stand down!” Sir Maneater shouted. “Joey, put that blade away! We can’t shed blood here!” Joey wavered, unsure how to proceed, before begrudgingly lowering his weapon in acquiescence to his mentor. He knew the noble knight was on his side.
“Chester, you know the humans are the property of the king,” Leon warned. “If you eat one, I’ll have to report it to King Richard. He won’t be pleased.” Chester sighed and pouted, gazing at the human with longing before setting her back down. She sprinted into the nearest structure, the house, to hide, even with the knowledge that it wouldn’t protect her. Joey sheathed his blade.
“Sorry,” Chester apologized sheepishly. “I’m just so hungry, and they smell so good, and I only ever get to taste them. I rarely get to eat them, except for when the king wants to dispose of his leftovers.” He sighed, as if this struggle was some great burden. “I’ll control myself better.”
Joey was fuming, opening and closing his fists. “How can you say things like that with such callous nonchalance? They’re people, for crying out loud!”
Chester stared at him blankly. “I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders, unconvinced. “Anyways, let’s move along.”
Chapter 9
#giant#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t writing#tiny#giant tiny#size difference#g/t fluff#g/t story#g/t fearplay#giant men#gentle giant#gianttiny#gt fluff#gt writing#gt story#gt fearplay
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𝚂𝚘 𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙵𝚘𝚛 (𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚛)𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜
As the tour has turned out to be a rollercoaster of emotions and nostalgia, I decided to concentrate in a small masterpost each of the surprise songs played by the guys throughout the whole tour. It will be constantly updated and is not free of errors, if you notice any mistake in the dates or the position of the songs, feel free to comment and I will fix it. By now the source is the people who had contributed to the setlist.fm website, so I will try to look for more reliable sources with links to their respective creators (and also videos if it's possible) Thanks for reading, and happy tourdust to all. 🖤✨
GUIDE OF FORMATS:
SONGS PART OF THE PERMANENT SETLIST
SONGS (NOT PART OF MAGIC 8 BALL DYNAMIC OR THE PERMANENT SETLIST) PLAYED
MAGIC 8 BALL SONGS
SONGS PLAYED BY PATRICK ON PIANO
LAST UPDATED: Jul/3
ALBUMS
Take This To Your Grave (2003)
Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today • Dead On Arrival • GRAND THEFT AUTUMN / WHERE IS YOUR BOY • SATURDAY • HOMESICK AT SPACE CAMP (Jun/30) • Sending Postcards From A Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here) • CHICAGO IS SO TWO YEARS AGO • The Pros And Cons Of Breathing • Grenade Jumper • CALM BEFORE THE STORM • Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over • The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes • Roxanne
From Under The Cork Tree (2005)
Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued (Jun/27) ● OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS IN ALL THE WORLD (Jun/23) ● DANCE, DANCE ● SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN ● Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner ● I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) ● 7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen) ● SOPHOMORE SLUMP OR COMEBACK OF THE YEAR (Jun/24) ● Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends ● I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me ● A LITTLE LESS SIXTEEN CANDLES, A LITTLE MORE "TOUCH ME" ● Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) ● XO ● Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers • The Music Or The Misery
Infinity On High (2007)
Thriller ● "THE TAKE OVER, THE BREAKS OVER" (Jun/23) ● THIS AIN'T A SCENE, IT'S AN ARMS RACE ● I'M LIKE A LAWYER WITH THE WAY I'M ALWAYS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF (ME & YOU) (Jun/24) ● HUM HALLELUJAH (Jun/24) ● GOLDEN (JUL/2) ● THNKS FR TH MMRS ● Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? ● THE (AFTER) LIFE OF THE PARTY (Jun/28)● The Carpal Tunnel Of Love ● BANG THE DOLDRUMS (JUL/3) ● Fame < Infamy ● You're Crashing, But You're No Wave ● I'VE GOT ALL THIS RINGING IN MY EARS AND NONE ON MY FINGERS (JUL/3) ● G.I.N.A.S.F.S. (Jun/21) ● It's Hard To Say "I Do", When I Don't
Folie à Deux (2008)
DISLOYAL ORDER OF WATER BUFFALOES ● I Don't Care ● She's My Winona ● AMERICA'S SUITEHEARTS (JUL/2) ● HEADFIRST SLIDE INTO COOPERSTOWN ON A BAD BET ● The (Shipped) Gold Standard ● (COFFEE'S FOR CLOSERS) (JUL/1) ● WHAT A CATCH, DONNIE (Jun/28) ● 27 ● Tiffany Blews ● w.a.m.s. ● 20 Dollar Nose Bleed ● West Coast Smoker ● Pavlove ● Beat It ● Lullabye
Save Rock And Roll (2013)
The Phoenix ● MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DID IN THE DARK ● Alone Together ● Where Did The Party Go ● Just One Yesterday ● The Mighty Fall ● Miss Missing You ● Death Valley ● Young Volcanoes ● Rat A Tat ● SAVE ROCK AND ROLL
American Beauty / American Psycho (2015)
Irresistible ● American Beauty / American Psycho ● CENTURIES ● The Kids Aren't Alright ● UMA THURMAN ● Jet Pack Blues ● Novocaine ● Fourth Of July ● Favorite Record ● Immortals ● Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)
M A N I A (2018)
Young And Menace ● Champion ● Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea ● HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T ● THE LAST OF THE REAL ONES ● Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) ● Church ● Heaven's Gate ● Sunshine Riptide ● Bishops Knife Trick
So Much (For) Stardust (2023)
LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE ● Heartbreak Feels So Good ● HOLD ME LIKE A GRUDGE ● FAKE OUT ● HEAVEN, IOWA ● So Good Right Now ● THE PINK SEASHELL ● I Am My Own Muse ● Flu Game ● BABY ANNIHILATION ● THE KINTSUGI KID (TEN YEARS)(JUN/27)● WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE (Jun/23) ● So Much (For) Stardust
EPs
Evening Out With Your Girlfriend (2003)
Honorable Mention ● CALM BEFORE THE STORM ● Switchblades And Infidelity ● Pretty In Punk ● Growing Up ● The World's Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van) ● Short, Fast And Loud ● Moving Pictures ● Parker Lewis Can't Lose (But I'm Gonna Give It My Best Shot)
My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue (2004)
My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon ● "It's Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love" ● Love Will Tear Us Apart
PAX AM Days (2013)
We Were Doomed From The Start (The King Is Dead) ● Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances ● Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside ● Love, Sex, Death ● Eternal Summer ● Demigods ● American Made ● Caffeine Cold ● New Dreams
Llamania (2018)
Past Life ● Footprints In The Snow ● Wrong Side Of Paradise
Lake Effect Kid (2018)
Lake Effect Kid ● City In A Garden ● Super Fade
OTHERS
LAKE SHORE DRIVE (ALIOTTA HAYNES JEREMIAH COVER) (Jun/21)
SOMEBODY TO LOVE (QUEEN COVER) (Jun/27)
TAKE ON ME (A-HA COVER)(Jun/27)
SPOTLIGHT (PATRICK STUMP SONG) (JUN/30)🧡
NOTHING COMPARES 2 YOU (SINÉAD O'CONNOR COVER) (JUL/1)
MR. BLUE SKY (ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA COVER) (JUL/2)
EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE (THE POLICE COVER) (JUL/3)
DON'T STOP BELIEVING (JOURNEY COVER)
CRAZY TRAIN (OZZY OSBOURNE COVER)
[NEXT WILL BE ADDED AS SOON AS THEY'RE PLAYED]
#during the week i'll be adding links to the videos of each of them dw#fall out boy#patrick stump#pete wentz#andy hurley#joe trohman#so much (for) stardust#so much for stardust#so much for tour dust#so much for (tour) dust#tourdust era#tourdust#fob#fob8#smfs#tour songlist#toudust spoilers
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Jonny’s Summer 2023 Guitar Pedalboard
Jonny about to stomp on a pedal during the Smile's show at Auditorio Nacional in Mexico City in late-June, 2023 (elamplimx).
With Radiohead, Jonny is known for very slowly adding pedals to his setup. While Ed often has half a dozen new pedals for a new album tour, Jonny often adds only one (such as his Headrush in 2000 or his Freeze in 2012). And when Jonny swaps out a pedal for a similar one (like one tremolo for another tremolo), it’s usually only when his old pedals are too worn out for touring (such as his original Whammy WH1 and vintage RE-201 Space Echos). One might think Jonny keeps the old pedals around because, since Kid A, he’s often playing other instruments. However, at live shows Jonny is still happy to replicate some recorded sounds on guitar, whether it be the filtered samples on Feral (using volume pedal, Whammy, and phaser) or the col lengo strings on Burn The Witch (using Whammy, overdrive, and a cello bow). It’s clear he enjoys getting the most out of those pedals in that specific arrangement.
But with The Smile, Jonny has been swapping in new pedals pretty regularly. In 2022, Jonny was experimenting constantly, sometimes adding new pedals for only a couple of days before swapping in a replacement. He quickly eschewed some of the Radiohead-favorites heard during the earliest Smile streams, such as his Small Stone, Tremulator, and OD3. In their place came flangers, compressors, and expression pedals: types of pedals he’d never used with Radiohead.
However, it seems like Jonny found a setup he was fairly happy with by the end of the fall 2022 tour. His latest live board is quite similar to the one used during March 2023 recording sessions for the band's upcoming second album, but even so there are a couple surprises!
A photo of Jonny's guitar board at Philadelphia's Franklin Music Hall on July 8, 2023 (photo by Gio H.). He used this setup for the band's North American tour spanning 14 shows in June and July.
Guitar ->
Peterson StroboStomp HD tuner
MXR Dyna Comp compressor
EHX Freeze Sound Retainer
EHX Pitchfork pitch shifter
Boss SD-1 Super Overdrive
EQD Hizumitas fuzz
Telenordia/Tortenmann TA-24 Treble Booster
Boss DD-200 delay
Akai Headrush E2 delay/looper
Boss RE-202 Space Echo delay/reverb
EQD Pyramids flanger
Toadworks True Bypass (laptop send/return loop)
Lehle P-Split III signal splitter (A/B) <
(A) Radial JDI Stereo direct box <
Radial Ch1 LOW-Z output -> FOH Mixer
Radial Ch1 THRU output -> Fender ’65 Reissue Super Reverb
(B) Strymon Iridium -> Radial JDI Stereo direct box (Ch2 LOW-Z output) -> FOH Mixer
The small lamp over the board is a Mighty Bright HammerHead music stand light.
Jonny previously used a Peterson StroboStomp HD with his Sequential Circuits Prophet 5 on the Smile's 2022 tour. But this is the first time he’s been seen with one on his guitar board. It replaces the Boss TU2 he’s used since the earliest Smile shows.
The Telenordia Treble Booster is borrowed from Thom. The Telenordia is still marked with Thom’s guitar settings, from when he used it on You Will Never Work In Television Again during December 2021 rehearsals.
Thom stomping on Jonny's current Telenordia Treble Booster during a rehearsal on December 2, 2021 (youtube).
On Radiohead tours since OK Computer, Jonny has always brought a Vox AC30 — an amplifier well-known for its low and mid gain sounds. With an AC30, Jonny can get different flavors of overdrive by balancing between clipping from the pedal (using the pedal’s gain control) and clipping from the amp (using the pedal’s volume/boost control). And of course, he’d use his separate Shredmaster+Eighty-Five chain for heavy distortion on older songs.
But on tour with the Smile, Jonny has been using a Fender ’65 Reissue Super Reverb, an amp with much more headroom than the Vox thanks to a combination of higher wattage and negative feedback. As a result, we hear the overdrive pedal’s sound more clearly — the Boss SD1’s mid-rangy sound is especially noticeable on live versions of Thin Thing. So it makes sense that even Jonny would want to experiment with multiple dirt pedals for different flavors.
Jonny was first seen using an MXR Dyna Comp in a rehearsal photo, most likely taken when preparing for the fall 2022 tour (despite being posted in 2023). Thom and Ed have both previously used the pedal as well. Thom toured with a Dyna Comp only briefly before switching to his current Telenordia Kompressor. So it's interesting that Jonny first toured with a Kompressor (last year), but has gone the other way and switched to a Dyna Comp.
For those curious about the rhythmic delay setting marked on Jonny’s Akai Headrush E2, check out behind-the-scenes photos from The Smile’s Tiny Desk show. However, so far we’ve still only heard the pedal used as a looper.
Placing his Boss RE-202 after his Headrush allows Jonny to add ambient effects to his loops, as he does during the live outro of Skirting On The Surface.
Jonny first used a Strymon Iridium at a performance of Steve Reich's Electric Counterpoint at the Hidden Notes festival on September 25, 2022. For that show, it replaced his amp. But with the Smile, he’s using it as a backup for his Super Reverb.
A photo of Jonny's pedalboard from a November 2022 show in Anthem, DC (Facebook).
UPDATE: we originally listed the Telenordia TA-24 Treble Booster as a Telenordia TA-100 Overdrive. Thank you to Kayky for noticing!
#The Smile#Jonny Greenwood#Radiohead#Burn The Witch#Feral#You Will Never Work In Television Again#OK Computer#Skirting On The Surface#A Light For Attracting Attention#Thom Yorke#Ed O'Brien
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KINKMAS 15 thor x you thor falls for a goddess.
TW:MINORS DNI
A/N: YALL BEFORE YOU READ, I AM HOLDING A VOTE ON 6 NEW CHARACTERS THAT I SHOULD WRITE FOR IF YOU WANNA VOTE, INBOX ME WITH THE CHARACTER OR PERSON YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR, IT CAN BE ANYONE, BRYCE PARKER, JACOB DAY, OR ROMAN REIGNS. ANYBODY!
you got up, feeling amazing, but somewhat nervous as you had a date with the god of thunder and storms. you had some nice pink classy heels.
preparing for this date was nerve wrecking usually you didn't care or give much importance however, this was the god of thunder, he was handsome and so hot.
THOR's pov:
I got ready to see the beautiful Y/N, I was excited but a little nervous the goddess was hot and known for seduction, tricks and leaving men in love with her for years.
your POV:
you were anxious "I need to make a good impression" your friend alex came bursting in. "I already know how you are. everything will be ok…"
you gave a nervous chuckle "how do you know?"
"because, you've literally done this hundreds of times you do not need to worry what's so special about him anyways?"
"because alex… hes the god of thunder, and war. he's mighty hes not just a normal everyday person" you said as you put on some eyelinear. you stared at alex through the
mirror. she smiled "really? you will be fine." if anything goes wrong I will be there"
you were ready, you went to asgard, seeing thor.
"hey Y/N. how are you?"
"im good how are you?"
"im great here lets order some drinks"
alex stayed back watching, she saw an amazing garden and went to check it out.
you saw as thor snapped his fingers ordering a sex on the beach his buttoned up shirt tighted around his large biceps and his veiny wrists.
you smiled ordering a martini.
"you rule all of asgard?"
"yes of course darling…"
he gave you a bright smile that made your heart light up.
he set his drink down explaining how much he loved his place. as he set his drink down you noticed his biceps, your eyes fluttered as he stared into your soul.
"I know you are well versed in glamour and seduction…" he said with curiosity. his eyes were searching deeply for a response. "yes I am, I dont rule much but Ive been known to seduce any man ive come into contact with. sometimes it depends, some men easily get sucked in, but some need some risk, like showing off my potions of posion."
"I see… I can see the intrigue… I wouldnt say thats totally fair tho as you are a ruler of all men in a way." he said finishing up his drink, giving you a glint within his eyes, you finished up your drink.
you both ordered a 2nd round.
you were beyond attracted to thor… his blond hair, his perfect biceps the way that he dressed all of it.
"tell me how has the progress with asgard been ever since its destruction" you saw a lump build in his throat. "pretty good…" he said stumbling on his words. "its been rough with architecture but the progress has been fast"
he said a little shocked at the question. you saw alex, she had found some pumpkins and she kept looking at how beautiful things were. but they were also far apart, this place was far beyond what you imagined.
alex walked in, you didnt notice "hey, hey thor I am alex nice to meet you" alex said having a smile on her face being as welcoming as possible. "nice to meet you alex tell me a bit about yourself"
"I am a archer, best one of my town along with a spice of witchyness."
"ha nice, heres a ticket to an archer event being hosted in asgard the both of you are invited"
"oh thank you thor."
"Y/N ill be over here with an old friend wave if you need me"
"alright love ya"
"love ya Y/N"
thor asked "so.. are you gonna take me up on that offer"
he said with a stern smirk, you noticed his jaw, it was perfect and beyond smooth"
you licked your tongue thinking about how handsome he was. "I dont think so I would love to get a tour of your place."
"someones egar to see my palace huh?" he said with a grin "lets go" you said slapping his bicep, you got an eletric touch from skin to skin contact is felt amazing. you also noticied him shiver.
you arrived to the palace it was big, just like him… you got your mind out of the gutter as he showed you all of the rooms.
bathrooms everything was carefully placed.'their was no speck of dust.
everything was protected, you noticed a large bubble around the palace. protecting it from any danger.
to be fair this was your first date in awhile, not your first date ever but, the first one in a long time.
"wow this place is pretty thor.."
"just like you my darling" he said with a grin. fuck you said to yourself you he was so hot, you noticed the way he was standing and how he would stare at you. he scratched his back nervously. he showed you his room, you found a gold necklace "whos is this?"
"its a magic necklace… used for the seductress I have others one for poseidon, one for eros."
"wow its so pretty"
he got face to face. you saw his hot nose, his soft and sharp jawline, you squirmed, feeling a shock of bliss. you gave him a kiss. the first one in months. he shivered it was almost as the both of you had a shockwave of bliss sent through one anothers bodies.
"you are beyond beautiful." said thor. your stomach has butterflies as he kissed your stomach, you took his shirt off and then his pants "careful darling"
"love you in the color blue looking so sexy…"
"you know your biceps are amazing" you both had smirks but you were flushed beyond your comprehension. you were entranced by him. but thor was so handsome.
you rubbed your hand across his biceps, he groaned as almost if he had gotten a massage. "what about you… I wanna see that beauty underneath the blue"
your cheeks flushed.
"just relax handsome" he had a strong gaze you kissed his abs. slowly taking off your dress. you took off his boxers. you kissed him "are you comfortable darling"
"yes thor, I just need you to fuck me up" you wished you didnt say that but your doubt quickly went away and you gripped onto his arms, you switched your position you were no longer ontop of him you were now laying on the bed. he kissed you as he slowly entered.
the feeling was crazy like never before, somehow you knew you were at the right place and at the right time you had never felt this. tingling sensation in your cunt but also all over his body. he let out moans groans "fuck darling… you… send… tingling through my entire body." his words flew out with a arrow of bliss
you hand was gonna slip off the bed but thor didn't let that happening keeping you in a comfy position.
"fuck" you moaned, "someone's needy" you moaned as he went faster. "dont hold back thor" he went faster. now your legs were a puddle of wetness while thor was turning into a fireball.
"I guess a god like you has good taste"
"of course I do especially with a respectful person like you Y/N" as he said that he kissed your cunt slowly licking it as if you were ice cream. you moaned titling your head back. almost as if his tongue gave you an orgasm. he went back to fucking you deeply.
you both did not stop moaning as every movement was like an orgasm.
"fuck darling… I see why your the rightful ruler of men" that alone sent you off you both moaned loudly as you reached your peak.
a burst of energy was sent out not only from you but from him as a storm and rain set in stronger then any other you've seen.
"I love you"
you both hugged eachother tightly. planning to set off together into asgard as it rained. still feeling a tingling senstation of bliss.
THE END!
#send in concepts#smutty#smut#thor x reader#thor smut#thor the dark world#thor ragnarok#thor#thor odison x y/n#thor odinson#thor odison x you#thor odison x reader#thor odison imagine
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OC Backstory:
Hiram Howell Hastings Hargrave of Holmwood Hall, Hell's Host (my username is hhhhhhhh and I had to figure out the character name from it)
31/10/1837: he's born from an upper middle class family of solicitors, and he inherits the family house and business.
1850s: he's an ambitious student and he soon manages to make contacts in the proper upper class, trying to consolidate the family's name. He travels around Europe for a while, in a mid-century railway fueled version of a Grand Tour.
14/02/1862: (25 yo) London Falls and he falls with it. The family's house gets destroyed and all their belongings are lost in the Fall. His parents and a good part of his family and friends don't survive. [Mask of the Rose plot ensues]
1860s: he tries to get back into the fancy life resuming the upper class contacts and establishing a criminal activity on the side to get a lot of other much more productive contacts around the city. After some years he gets arrested and ends up in New Newgate, losing everything again. [Fallen London game starting point]
He manages to escape from New Newgate and get all his fancy stuff back, including a brand new Handsome Townhouse. He doesn't care about the means he's using to fulfill his goals anymore, and he becomes a well respected citizen with his hands fully occupied by the criminal business. He gets into spirifage, smuggling souls across the underzee.
He starts investigating the Neath's secrets, studying the Correspondence and getting involved with Parabola and the War of Illusion, siding with The Glass. He focuses a bit too much on the Correspondence. He doesn't mind getting his hands dirty, some Laudanum might be needed to keep the nightmares at bay but he's doing mighty fine in the businesses of being a terrible person and a very successful citizen.
High society gets him more contacts within The Shuttered Palace and The Parthenaeum. Thanks to his business in Parabola he first hears of The Great Game. Some more Laudanum might still be needed to keep the nightmares at bay and his hands are not getting any cleaner but being a Person of Some Importance has it perks: the Masters are now close business contacts (shady business? solicitor advice? great game? 1000 bottles of wine? you name it).
He's always on the lookout for something more to find out and to collect around the city, and sometimes after the Campaign of '68, when the devils are integrated into the city life and part of his social circle too, he gets close with them. He first learns about the Marvelous and starts wondering about it.
1870: (33 yo) he partakes in an Abstraction and loses his soul, not very much feeling the need for it anyway.
1870s: doing mighty fine without a soul and with his emotions much less troublesome now, inconvenient things as they were, he manages to become a Midnighter with his very own agents. The criminal business is doing better than ever and the rumours about it are sedated with a good dose of mithridacy on his newspaper, The Soulless Spectator.
Still thinking about the Marvelous and wanting to find out his Heart's Desire he starts to gather informations and to find other players for the game from the late 1870s. The search for informations takes him all around the zee.
Being the proud owner of a well renown laboratory and teching Correspondence at the University, he delves into Red Science. Some copious quantities of Laudanum might now be needed to keep the nightmares at bay but his affairs have never been better.
14/04/1882: (45 yo) he wins the Marvelous, and confronted by the fact that he has to state his Heart's Desire and not just be handed whatever he was looking for, he realises that some skewed emotions and the relentless need to look for something more are in fact not enough to define what that something could even be. Somehow baffled and a little worried he asks for more Time, and the Masters, outraged and a little worried themselves, have to concede exactly that. A reckoning can indeed be postponed.
Thanks to a steady supply of Peach Brandy, courtesy of owning a Leasehold on All of London, and more Red Science his Time is not going anywhere and in the passing years life is just as interesting. Laudanum is actually something of an acquired taste.
1899 (the first, the second, and the current one): Neath be damned, he's gonna build a railway to Hell and back.
#feel free to comment or reblog or send me your backstories too!#or send me a calling card if you wanna be buddies in the neath#hiram hargrave#<- character tag#fallen london#fallen london oc#fl#failbetter games#oc#oc lore#oc backstory#original character#hiram lore#backstory
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do you have thor reading recs/guides/particular run or era to recommmend to get to know and appreciate the characters?
OOOH YES THANK YOU FOR ASKING
some thor fans and loki fans may disagree with what im gonna say here BUT. i think the run which best encapsulates why i love the character and the universe, as well as having essentially a very long guided tour through some of the most significant points of the thor sub-universe within the larger MU, is jason aaron's huge thor run from 2012 to 2019 (along with everything else happening in the thor universe at that time, covered by al ewing, kieron gillen, and marguerite bennett in a few also very good spinoffs).
this is the series where the God Butcher comes from, where Jane Foster becomes Thor, where loki is canon genderfluid in Agent of Asgard, where thor fights capitalism, and much more. it's not perfect, especially in terms of characterisation when some characters get thrown between their own miniseries and the main run, but it really encapsulates what I love about thor in his comics, and it's the run that, over the course of collecting the five huge paperback collections u can get it in, made me fall in love with this sub-section of the MU
proper reading order under the cut, plus brief explanations of crossover tie-ins and so on. it looks complicated but it's basically just cos marvel loves to re-start with a new #1 every so often to keep sales up, and because i think you should read the accompanying spinoffs. if you don't want to read the excess spinoffs (although agent of asgard is VERY good) just stick to things with 'thor' in the name.
Thor: God of Thunder (2012) #1-17
Loki: Agent of Asgard (2014) #1-5
Thor: God of Thunder (2012) #18-24
then the Original Sin event happens, the Watcher dies and a bunch of secrets are revealed...
Original Sin (2014) #5.1-5.5 (essentially a loki & thor miniseries tie-in, relevant to both series)
and THEN when Original Sin continues, Nick Fury (evil now, don't ask) whispers something into Thor's ear, and Thor drops his hammer on the moon and cannot pick it up! oh no.
Thor: God of Thunder (2012) #25
because the marvel universe never stops having big events, an event called AXIS happens immediately after, and results in a bunch of 'heroes' and 'villains' being 'inverted' - the 'villains' becomes 'heroes' and vice versa. both thor and loki are involved in this, covered in:
Loki: Agent of Asgard (2014) #6-11
and if you're wondering what happened to Angela after that Original Sin tie-in:
Angela: Asgard's Assassin #1-6
Thor (2014) #1-8 and Annual #1
THEN Secret Wars happens, basically 8 month timeskip and the multiverse is ending and another earth is about to crash into the main earth. don't worry about it.
Loki: Agent of Asgard (2014) #12-17
Secret Wars continues, the multiverse died and a new 'Battleworld' is created. basically it's a patchwork of all previous universes held together by Doctor Doom (don't worry about it). Marvel cancelled every single book and everything to turned into battleworld tie-ins:
Thors (2015) #1-4
1602 Witch Hunter Angela (2015) #1-4
... and then everything goes back to normal.
Mighty Thor (2015) #1-6
Angela: Queen of Hel (2015) #1-7
Mighty Thor (2015) #7-14
Unworthy Thor (2016) #1-5
Mighty Thor (2015) #15-22
Generations: Unworthhy Thor & Mighty Thor #1
Mighty Thor (2015) #23, #700-706 (they reverted to legacy numbering, don't worry, you didn't miss 677 issues of the series)
Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla #1
Thor (2018) #1-11
and then The War of the Realms begins, the big thor-centric crossover which ends the run. the issues of that main series and the concurrent thor series should be read in release order which looks like this:
War of the Realms #1
War of the Realms #2
Thor #12
War of the Realms #3
War of the Realms #4
Thor #13
War of the Realms #5
War of the Realms #6
Thor #14-16
and a concluding epilogue miniseries:
King Thor (2019) #1-4
#marvel#thor#lily dot tee ex tee#alternatively: the new 'immortal thor' series that's started is REALLY GOOD and al ewing really understands thor as a character#it's more of an unorthodox look at his universe (as you'd expect from the writer of Immortal Hulk)#but it's phenomenal so far (as you'd expect from the writer of Immortal Hulk)
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Hurt (A DC au fic) (Tw warning)
Hey all! Ths fic is a bit darker than what I usually post, so please read with caution! It isn't over the top dark and it has a happy ending so I included the ttte tags. Tw warning for depression and death mention! Angst but with a happy ending!
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Gordon sighed as he backed into the old shed at Vicarstown. He bid his crew farewell, and he let his weight sink into the old rails below. The shed was old and dilapidated, completely void of any comfort, but he didn't feel like running all the way back to Tidmouth. It was a miracle that he was even moving at all.
It had been years since Scott had sailed to America. After a change in politics left his tour unfunded and bankrupt, everyone had feared for the worst. Sure enough, to his utter horror, one of Scotts trailing wheels was delivered to Doncaster from America, and the nation fell into mourning.
The United States had repeatedly denied sending the wheel and scrapping Scott, but all of the evidence was pointing to the painfully obvious. Out of everything, it was the blatant denial of any wrongdoing that truly got under his metal plating. He fumed just by the thought of it.
Worst yet, the family had begun to finally tear away from it's surviving members. For whatever reason, Scott had made the young, inexperienced Mallard the family matriarch over him or even Spencer...and gave the majority of the money to him.
Did he feel betrayed? Of course he did, anyone in his wheels would feel hurt and bitter by that. Did he feel jealous? Name me a time where Gordon wasn't jealous. But above all else...he was in agony.
The sounds of his screams upon hearing the news still haunt the inhabitants of Sodor...several months after the wheel was first brough to Doncaster. Outrage and a need for vengeance fueled him in a mighty burst of pure fire. In a matter of moments, he became a raging inferno accompanied by the shrilled shrieks of the phoenix, only for the cold and bitter misery to arrive and smother that once mighty flame just as quickly.
That same fury nearly took hold of him again when Mallard swiftly left the funeral service to attend to Scott's will. How dare he abandon his only family to "deal with the necessities"?! Would it have killed him to pay his respects to the engine he claimed to view as a mentor? His predecessor, a father dare one say?! Like with the last burst of fury, however, it was quickly drenched in a water known as despair. As Gordon thundered down the line back home, he felt nothing but the numbness of depression.
Now here he was, sitting in a cold abandoned shed near Kildane, barely living but so far from death. His eyes felt sunken, and his smokebox door felt heavy. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that his own face would come clean off its hinges, landing onto the ground with a sickening thud and disintegrate into dust.
His entire frame felt weak and brittle, but it still stood firm and strong under his weight. He had lost all of his energy and his sense of importance and high regard. He stopped taking the express since the day the wheel arrived and has been pulling filthy goods trains ever since.
His once proud and royal blue paint had become covered in soot, grime, and various other stains. His eyes were red from countless tears and sleepless nights, hindering his performance even more. Dark circles under his eyes accompanied the redness, further showing his deterioration and lack of self care.
To list every agony that Gordon is suffering through would take years. Gordon had become a fallen star, a star of which that was rapidly falling apart as we speak.
As he sulked in the crumbling shed, the low bellowing of a diesel had become audible. It's proud motor seemed to echo across invisible valleys as it approached. He shifted his eyes to look in the direction of the noise to see who would dare approach such a dilapidated structure. To his surprise, he recognized the large Warship.
"10? What are you doing here?" Gordon spoke weakly.
"I was just gonna ask you the same thing." he replied in an equally stunned voice. "This is usually my shed."
Gordon's weight shifted under the rails again. "Oh. I'm sorry...I can leave if-"
"No no, it's fine." 10 interrupted. "I'm just surprised is all. You can stay here, I'll just park beside you."
He did as he promised, and carefully backed into the shed, sitting on top of the rails to Gordon's left. Gordon heard a door open and quickly closed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy the mechanical arm of 10's driver speed away after bidding his engine farewell. Apparently he knew that the two were about to have an intimate conversation.
"How are you holding up?" The large engine asked cautiously.
At first, Gordon was hesitant to answer. Truth be told he wasn't well at all...but at the same time he didn't want to hinder anyone else and have them worry more about him more then their work. Fortunately, 10 already knew the answer, and spoke Gordon's mind on his behalf.
"About as well as you can?" he spoke gently, as not to come off as condescending.
"You and I both now how much it hurts," Gordon began. "To lose a sibling...but to lose someone who was guaranteed survival."
Gordon trailed off, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. For the first time in years, he felt weak. His eyes began to soften as he let himself show such a powerful emotion in front of what is supposed to be his replacement, his rival even. He had already let his emotions erupt before, so it would've been hypocritical to hide them anymore.
"There is no greater pain then that." he finished through tears.
10 remained silent, and respectfully allowed the other engine to sob. His tears streamed down his face and began to pool onto his buffers and the ground below. The rails slightly sunk into the now wet soil, a result of the ground underneath it being disturbed.
10 had never seen such a thing before. An engine sobbing in front of another was unheard of on the Mainland, so to see such raw emotion from someone so uptight...why he couldn't explain the feeling even if he could.
"And the worst part of it?" Gordon went on shakily. "It isn't even over yet."
"What do you mean?"
Gordon thought for a moment and decided that he could no longer bare the weight of his dilemma any longer. As soon as he composed himself as best as he could, he looked at the warship.
"Promise me you won't speak of this. To anyone. What I'm about to tell you must stay between us."
"I promise." he spoke carefully, surprised at how trusting the engine was being to him. Then again, anyone in Gordon's position would've been grasping for any sort of comfort. Even if his better judgement wouldn't allow it.
"It's Scott's will," Gordon explained weakly. "Ryan is convinced someone tampered with it in Mallard's favor. Everyone on Spencer's side of the family is convinced that there isn't any evidence for such a claim. Now Ryan and his siblings are up in arms against his."
10 was suddenly intrigued by what he was being told. He'd heard of stories about forgeries, especially during his time as a bounty hunter. He suddenly found a source of hope, that his past might finally prove useful.
"Why would he think that?" he asked respectfully.
"Mallard got a majority of Scott's finances and properties. The rest of it went to Spencer and his half of the family, myself and Ryan."
"That does sound weird...What's Mallard doing now?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to him since the funeral." he said. "Or anyone for that matter...you're the only person I've talked to about this."
Diesel 10 was stunned. Astonished even, more so then he was before. It was already bizarre enough to have someone like Gordon vent to him of all engines, but to have him be the only person to vent about his feelings to? Why, he didn't know what to feel! Honored? Prideful? Destressed? Concerned?
Gordon's eyes had finally dried, with the last tear falling into the puddle below him. He looked at the diesel with red, burned eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm completely lost."
"Y'know you really shouldn't be taking all of this on your own," 10 spoke abruptly. "Why don't you talk to the other steamies? Or even Hatt? Can't you get advice from him?"
Gordon nearly had a stroke at the suggestion. "You can't just...ask your controller for legal advice! It's improper!"
"Y'know what else is improper? Not talking to the people who can help you." He said sternly but gently. "Believe me, you don't ever want to make that mistake. It's how you end up making mistakes that you can't fix."
Gordon suddenly understood what the Warship was referring to. He had known about the Warship's past, as did most of the island, but he was the only one who truly understood his upbringing. To be robbed of your original purpose only to be thrown into a new one, and to have it end up for the better or for the worst of you. It doesn't take a genius to know who ended up where.
Gordon respected him, in a turn of events. Was 10 at one point resentful of Gordon's own privileges? He would've been a fool to deny that. Did he eventually overcome this prejudice and turned into one of the islands most reliable engines? Yes, but it's hard to believe that an airport of all things could've been the catalyst for such a change in demeanor.
Either way, Gordon couldn't help but see himself in the Warships position. Gordon was sent to Sodor after being an excellent engine at Doncaster...and he felt betrayed by the decision. He liked where he was, his family was there, why did they take it away from him? Was he not good enough? Over time, he grew to love his new home and job, but it took many years for him to heal from the sudden changes and hurt feelings.
10, meanwhile, had the misfortune of being sent for scrap with the rest of his siblings, only to be salvaged by some lunatic who gutted his cab and installed a massive hydraulic claw into it. He spent years hunting down the engines that had fled their railways...but would return with a broken husk of an engine trailing behind him.
Almost all runaway engines are stored in sheds until their crews can find a proper sanctuary, but without proper maintenance and a lack of movement after so much time...The warship became less of a bounty hunter and more of a corpse collector.
The more he thought about it, the more Gordon realized just how much they understand each other. The two were so similar yet so very different. It practically scared Gordon.
Looking at the mighty Warship now, it's virtually impossible to tell that he went through so much. He cares for those around him, and he's been a gentle giant for years now. He's went through years of pain and torment and yet here is smiling and working hard as if it had never happened!
As Gordon thought more and more about 10, and how he managed to pull through in the end gave him a newfound sense of hope. While not nearly enough to overpower his grief yet, it gave him a head start.
"I...I'll see if I can get the chance to talk to him." Gordon spoke, having found his strength. "He is a rather busy man after all."
"If he really cares about you steamers like his kids," 10 replied, "Then I bet he'll make time."
Gordon was taken aback by the phrase. "You don't really believe in that little rumor, do you?"
It was a lighthearted joke on the island's part, but 10 believed it to be fact. After all, this was the Hatt family we're talking about. The very same family that would gladly break the law just to keep a steam engine from being scrapped.
10 chuckled lightly, "That was a rumor?"
"Depends on who you ask." he replied cheekily. While his mood was lifted, he knew it would be a long time before he truly felt better. This wasn't, however, meant to discourage the smaller steps…as he could already see a flicker of hope at the end if a ling tunnel.
"Hey, there we go!" 10 smiled. If he had arms, he would've placed one of them around his friend for comfort and encouragement. Alas, he was stuck with only his words. In any other case, he would've used his claw, but that would've damaged the already weakened shed.
Suddenly, the Warship had an idea.
"Say, I think we can squeeze the two of us in my shed back at home base."
Gordon cocked an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Oh? what about-"
"It's only a short drive, maybe 15 minutes tops. If we leave now we can-"
"10, what about our drivers?" Gordon interrupted with a slight laugh.
The Warship blushed as the realization had dawned on him. While it was quite the blunder, if he acts quickly, he can fix it.
"I mean we could always leave a note!"
…or not.
Gordon let out a long needed laugh, and it wasn’t long before the warship joined in as well!
The two allies would’ve laughed the night away if weariness didn’t overcome them. As the two settled their weight ontop of the old rails, Gordon felt a small warmth build in his firebox, and he allowed a smile to form as he drifted effortlessly to sleep.
#ttte au#ttte#ttte dc au#ttte gordon#ttte shipping#ig#ttte diesel 10#this has been in my drafts for months lmao#it’s finally finished lmao
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