#though to be fair this is shows fault kinda
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HI POOKS LOVE YOUR WORK, maybe a Johnnie fic where he shows fem!reader how to play guitar, and lead to some smut (if you're comfortable with it ofc) THANKS HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT
The Fretting Hand.
Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.
a/n: I read this request sooo wrong, but it's still relatively the same idea. I'm so sorry 😭
warnings: smut, fingering, bickering, enemies to lovers kinda, (only y/n receiving)
Jake: "They say you should never have wings on the first date with a girl."
Johnnie: "That's true because when you're gonna go finger -"
the strumming of Johnnies' guitar was incessant. jakes snores weren't favorable conditions either. but you let him have a pass cause he was actually a decent person. johnnie, on the other hand, was far from even being your friend.
you put on a fake smile and maintained a friendship on camera, but off camera, it was constant bickering. you two couldn't stand each other. it was funny. Your annoyance with each other had no motive behind it. to be fair, it was everything about him. his face made you angry just to look at. of course, you thought he was the finest man you had ever seen, but he still irritated the hell out of you.
scrolling on the internet wasn't helping. most nights, you could block out all of the excess noise just fine. tonight was way different. you tossed and turned, trying to at least find a more comfortable angle. you never usually stayed up past 11, which was the time, because of your busy schedule. you groaned quietly into your pillow before getting up out of your bed.
you wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, downing it before reusing the bottle and filling it up in the sink.
even downstairs, you could still hear johnnie screwing around on his guitar. you'd admit, johnnie was a talented guy, but seriously? at 11 pm? you couldn't stand it.
you stomped up the stairs into his room. you knocked twice before throwing open the door. "do you ever know when to shut the fuck up? I haven't been able to sleep at all." you scolded, even though you knew your restlessness wasn't his fault.
your eyes wandered down to his hand that was still placed on the fret board. his middle and ring fingers were placed in a certain chord formation, which just so happened to flaunt the veins and tattoos on his hand.
"My bad." johnnie responded. he noticed your eyes wandering before glancing down at his hand himself. "What?"
"Nothing, just -" you struggled to find the words, your mind corrupted with other thoughts. you felt your face begin to heat up. "Just be quiet."
his lip twitched into a smirk. he placed his guitar down back onto the stand. "Are you sure that's all you came in here for?"
you hesitated before nodding. the cat has definitely got your tongue now. you wanted to turn to leave, but you were frozen. the low light of his lamp mixed with the full moon in the sky was playing tricks on your mind. there was no way you'd actually fuc-
"y/n?" johnnie snapped his fingers. God, his fingers.
"Yeah, sorry." You took a step back before glancing towards the door.
his eyebrows furrowed together. "You've never apologized to me before." he chuckled, "seriously, what's up?" heat had slowly been growing between your legs. johnnie stood up and walked over to you. you were face to face now, and it was almost guaranteed he could see your beet red face. "well? if you've got another problem, fucking spit it out."
you realized quickly this was about to go in a completely different direction. "make me."
"yeah? i bet you'd like that," his palm met your cheek, pulling your plump bottom lip down with his thumb. he took a step forward as you stumbled back, your back hitting the wall.
"and i bet you would even more." and with that, he smashed his lips against yours.
you absolutely hated how soft his lips were. the kiss was rough and needy, and your teeth clashed against his occasionally. your hands clawed at his shoulders, digging your fingers into him. he quietly moaned against your lips, the feeling of pain sending adrenaline throughout his veins. he needed you, and you needed him just the same.
he wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing your needy cunt into his growing boner. Johnnies hands trailed up your thighs and gripped your ass, digging his fingers in so hard you figured there'd be bruises in the morning.
"God, always so fucking needy." he spat. you grabbed his chain and pulled him in again, crashing your lips onto his.
he laid you back on the bed, crawling in between your legs and hovering over you. "I bet you've wanted to see me like this for so long." you teased, trying to get a rise out of him.
he rolled his eyes, flipping his messy hair out of the way. "I could say the same for you. don't act like I can't hear those pretty moans late at night. sometimes I even hear my name. I'm not deaf, fucking slut."
you were gagged, not knowing a rebuttal to that comment. instead, you kissed him again.
his hands trailed down your body, playing with the waist band of your pajama pants. he quickly pulled them off, tossing them on the floor next to the bed.
your purple lace panties hugged your hips and ass perfectly, making him shudder at the sight. his hand moved to your clothed clit. he applied pressure, making you wince as you bucked your hips up into his hand.
"so fucking soaked. shit," he whispered, pulling your underwear down and tossing them on top of your pajama pants.
his hand collected your slick as he rubbed his fingers through your folds gently. you quietly moaned under his touch.
"you wanna tell me now? only good girls get what they want." he whispered in your ear, nipping at your neck.
"please, fuck," you pleaded, bucking up onto his hand again. "your fingers,"
he dipped his middle finger inside of you, just barely thrusting inside. "what about them?"
your hand slapped over your mouth as you moaned at the sudden feeling inside of you. "The way you play the guitar. God, it's so fucking h-hot." you said breathlessly, "please, johnnie."
he slipped his ring finger inside of you, quickening the pace. "What makes you even think you deserve this, huh?" Both his fingers were all the way inside of you.
"shit, please. don't be a bitch." you mustered the strength to insult him back. it turned Johnnie on more than you could even imagine.
"I'm not the one who treats you like a dog, am i?" he sped up his pace, spreading your legs wider. "maybe I can fuck some common sense into you."
your back arched, "shit, then maybe don't act like one."
"you're so fucking insufferable. maybe this will bring you back to reality." he curled his fingers as your walls squeezed him. "you know what I think? I think you act that way because of how badly you want me, you just don't wanna admit it."
you let out a low moan, trying to catch your breath. "in your wildest dreams."
"and if you didn't, we wouldn't be here right now. and you wouldn't be squeezing my fingers like this." his other thumb moved to your sensitive nub, rubbing it to match the pace of his fingers. "why don't you just admit it?"
"fuck you." you spat between moans.
"I'm sure you would." he sped up his pace even more, his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a relentless pace. "prove to me you deserve to cum, or you're going back to your fucking room. if I even fucking hear you finishing, it won't be good."
he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you on the edge. you wiped sweat off your forehead as you whimpered. "fucking fuck. okay fine. you're right. God, I've wanted you for so fucking long." you replied breathlessly. "please, johnnie. I'll be good from now on. just let me-"
his fingers entered your tight pussy again, making you moan loudly. his thrusts were relentless, curling his fingers at the perfect spot inside of you. you writhed under his touch, endless strings of curses and moans came out of your mouth.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you." he admitted, "but you were such a fucking bitch. it turned me on, though. I'm not really complaining." he added pressure to your clit on top of everything else.
he kissed your inner thighs as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. "johnnie, I'm gonna cum-"
"let go, baby." he wet noises of his fingers inside of you filled the room, along with your moans.
your climax hit you like a truck. your legs quaked as Johnnie helped you ride out your high. you went limp on his bed, breathing heavily. he laid next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
whenever you had recovered, you rolled over and climbed on top of him. "your turn."
#fanfiction#fanfic#johnnie guilbert#jake and johnnie#johnnie guilbert x reader#johnnie guilbert x you#jake webber#johnnie and jake#johnnie guilbert smut#smut#oneshot#hearts4golbach
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terfs so funny for defending hp and shitting on asoiaf lol. dany's White Saviour™ trope is annoying but at least she is going around freeing slaves and burning slaveowners to the crisp while everyone in the hp made fun of hermione for being into elf activism and it turned out slavery is okay actually bc elfs love being slaves lol
#though to be fair this is shows fault kinda#bc slaves in got werent racially based but more like slavery of roman times which included Everyone
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Kinktober Day 15 - Noncon
Ghost x Reader - 4.6k (on ao3)
summary: You find yourself cornered in a Maze of Mirrors. (Reader POV)
cw: noncon everything, face fucking, pussy slapping, degradation, kinda a wedgie? like a front wedgie? is that a thing?, orgasm denial
note: if you like this (or hate it but like the concept) read Halloween Haunt by Harley Laroux <3 her erotica is top tier
You’ve always loved Halloween - always been the kid with the scariest costume in class, always had the house decorated with uncomfortably realistic decorations. When your sorority sisters dressed up as black cats and sexy witches, you spent hours painting the most realistic zombie makeup you could. (Your sisters complained for months that you ruined the pictures, but the frat boys had all thought your makeup was far more interesting than theirs. God, you do not miss college.)
Regardless, you’ve always been known to love any and everything scary. There’s something about the thrill of a scare - the creeping horror as you start to realize what’s coming, the ultimate reveal - that always gets you a little squirmy in your seat. Your first crush was Skeet Ulrich in Scream - specifically the scene where he’s covered in blood, licking his fingers.
You get all those ooey-gooey good scared feelings as your friend drags you through the decently crowded fairgrounds. The actual fair - the one that comes yearly, that no one ever calls anything but the fair - had left only two weeks ago, so this travelling fair had set things up in mostly the same arrangement and, you suspect, to trick certain people into thinking they were the same company.
You’ve already forgotten what your friend said the event was called. She hadn’t needed to give many details to convince you - you heard travelling circus, horror themed, interactive workers, and you were in. The branding isn’t very strong anyways, the only place the name was displayed was the entrance booth, and none of the workers seem to wear any sort of logo, so you don’t feel too forgetful for letting it slip your memory so easily.
You’re not very impressed with the fear factor so far. You hadn’t done too much makeup (hadn’t wanted to risk being mistaken for a cast member) but since it’s the night before Halloween you’ve got a half-done costume on - a clown. Just some white face paint, black lips, and overdrawn triangles around the eyes, a little smudged to make it look like you’ve been chasing someone down and working up a sweat. Your hoodie and tennis skirt look a bit out of place, but you’d wanted to be comfortable since you hoped you’d be spending your night running from actors.
But even a face full of makeup feels like it might’ve been too much effort for this place. Most of the costumes look like they’re from Party City at best - some of them even look very lazily hand-made - and none of the workers seem particularly interested in scaring people. Still, the crowd is easily amused and even a wave or a feint towards a customer has shrieks ringing in the air every few minutes.
You sigh a little disapointedly as you and your friend linger on the edge of the fairgrounds, off to the side and in the dark so you don’t have to deal with the crowd. She pulls out a cigarette and offers you her light.
“I’m sorry,” she says, lighting the stick between your teeth when you lean forward. “I really thought it would be scarier than this. Some of the posters…” she exagetates a shiver. “I thought they’d at least have better costumes.”
You eye a man in a werewolf mask across the pathway, pissing into the dirt. He’s got a flannel and jeans on, and the mask is a little bit crumpled like he pulled it out of a Walmart bin this morning. You’d bet money the flannel was just a happy coincidence he noticed when he showed up for work.
“Yeah,” you sigh, blowing out a lungful of smoke and watching the actor try not to get his dick stuck in his zipper. “Not really your fault, though, these things always look scarier in the ads. Wanna get out of here soon?”
You pass the cigarette to her. “In a bit,” she replies. “I want to try and find some food first. You hungry?”
You shake your head with a grunt. “I wouldn’t trust anything cooked here, honestly. Might just pick up something on the way back.”
She passes you the cigarette for one last breath. “Well I’m too hungry for that. You good on your own for a bit?”
You crouch down a moment to stub out the cigarette, leaving the butt in the gravel. “Yeah, sure. Might see if these fun houses have anything worth seeing in them.”
“You should!” She smiles over her shoulder at you as she starts off to a more well-lit section of the fair. “You never know, maybe they stick the real scares in there!”
You give her a final wave and shout, “Here’s hoping!” at her back as she leaves.
You linger outside for a little longer, scanning the few structures nearby to decide which one you want to waste a few tickets on.
There’s a Freak Show, but you already know you’d be horribly disappointed if you went in there, something labeled a “House of Horrors” that you’re sure is as much a scam as the freak show, and a few games that have cheap prizes lined up above them.
Across from you, with no lights around it and just one attendant - slumped over, hopefully sleeping - at the front, is a House of Mirrors. Figuring it’s the least likely to be a waste of time (and knowing the kid won’t wake up to charge you), you head over to the building.
The closer you get the more you worry about if he’s asleep or dead, but his snores rattle the little tickets resting on his desk so you figure he’s just a slacker. It’s almost too easy to get by him with all your tickets safe in your pocket. There’s no one else around the darkened corner of the fairgrounds, but you’re quite sure no one would bother snitching on you this late at night. All the parents with little kids left hours ago, leaving mostly teenagers and adults of varying ages left to wander the park.
There’s music playing from speakers that you can’t see, an old clown-themed song that sounds like it’s playing on a scratched up DVD. You’re pleasantly surprised as you make your way through the dusty lobby and into the main section of the building, creatively labeled MAZE OF MIRRORS.
Their branding could definitely use some work, but you’ll give them points for ambience - the lights are turned so low that it’s nearly too dark to see, making all of the mirrors even more difficult to spot. You find yourself a little spooked as you start to make your way through the maze, grinning to yourself.
It’s a shockingly difficult maze, you quickly discover. The music is so loud in some spots that you can hardly hear your thoughts, and so faint in others that you think it might be turned off. The maze itself is a series of either tight, tiny hallways or large open rooms. Whoever designed it clearly knew how to take advantage of the space they were given, the maze feels ten times bigger than it looked on the outside as you wander through.
You know the trick to mazes - keep one hand on the right wall and eventually you’ll find your way out - but it’s fun to just wander around the place, so you let yourself get stuck wandering in circles. You’re glad your friend isn’t here to see how many times you manage to walk into a mirror fully confident that it’s not there, only to whack yourself in the face. For how low maintenance the rest of the fair is, you’re surprised that the hall of mirrors is what they focus their upkeep on.
You’ve been in the maze for about five minutes when you see him.
He scares the shit out of you at first. You spot him behind you in a mirror - one you’d just walked into, which is the only reason you can see well enough to notice him - standing at the entrance to the hallway you’d turned down. He’s clad in all black, except for the skull mask over his face. You think he’s just something taped onto the wall with the way that he blends in, but then that mask titls to the side and you’re struck with the bone-deep knowledge that you’re being watched.
“Shit!” You shout when it first registers that he’s not a piece of paper, one hand coming up to clasp at your erratically beating heart while the other steadies you against the mirror. He doesn’t move past tilting his head a bit further, and after a moment you relax.
You don’t turn around, but you study him a bit in the mirror. It’s too dark to see much more than the outline of his body, but he’s big. He looks like he’s wearing a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans with the mask, and he must be wearing gloves to cover his hands since you can’t see them.
You huff out a laugh as you let both of your hands fall to your sides.
“You got me good,” you call, glancing over your shoulder. You almost jump again - he’s closer than you’d realized, but too far away for you to touch. “I didn’t even see you follow me in here.”
He doens’t say anything. You turn around more fully, leaning back against the mirror and crossing your arms across your chest.
“You gonna start chasin’ me now?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow. You’re playing up the sass, but it’s always fun to mess with theme park employees.
The man takes a few steps forward, heavy boots thudding against the cheap wood flooring. He really is an intimidating bastard, far scarier than any of the other actors you’d seen so far.
“Well?” You call out, standing up from your spot. “Do I get a head start?”
Still no answer. He rolls his head on his neck, then steps to the side and walks into one of the connecting hallways without sparing you a glance. When you step closer to see which direction he’s chosen, he’s already gone.
You huff another laugh to yourself, shaking out your limbs and bouncing a few times on your toes.
Now that you know there’s someone in here with you, the thrill of a scare is starting to get you worked up. You hope they don’t have any rules against physical contact between actors and customers, just imagining the skeleton man tackling you has shivers running up your spine.
You don’t bother to be any quieter as you keep wandering through the maze. You bump into just as many mirrors, continue to question the speaker placement, and keep an eye out for any skeleton masks lingering behind you.
You see him a few more times, always behind you, always just out of reach. He gets progressively closer everytime you spot him. You're reminded of the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who - every time you look away, he gets closer.
It’s fun. More fun than you’ve had all night.
He finally catches up to you what you guess is about half an hour later. Youre just turning another corner, thinking about how it’s been a bit since you’ve seen your shadow, when a hand plants itself firmly between your shoulder blades and shoves.
You’re sent to the ground with a cry, palms scraping against the floor. There’s a gloved hand collaring your throat before you can think to do much more than catch your breath, hauling you up and holding you in the air.
Your eyes fly to the mirror less than a foot away, staring wide-eyed at the image reflected.
There’s you, in your messy clown makeup and hoodie, being held up by a giant swath of black behind you. He’s not ducking down at all, his feet planted on either side of your splayed legs as he towers above you. The way you’re being held up, your head doesn’t even reach his belt buckle. The contrast of your shock and discomfort to his plastic mask has your thighs clenching, just a bit.
He doesn’t duck lower, just tilts his head in that now-familiar way of his and pulls you a little further up. His hand is absolutely massive, thumb resting beneath one ear and his fingers resting below the other. You choke a bit as you’re lifted, knees scrambling beneath you.
This close to the mirror you can see his eyes - bright blue, surrounded by black paint, and staring back into yours.
He lowers his head, his free hand tugging your hair until you lean back and look straight up. The hand on your neck shifts to hold you in that position, his other hand lifting to pull the black part of his mask up.
He’s white, with thin lips and a broad jaw. You pant as you stare up at him, incapable of processing what’s going on.
His jaw works for a moment, lips twitching, and before you realize what he’s about to do you feel something wet splatter against your cheek.
He spit on you. Who the fuck does that? Being tackled and manhandled is one thing but spitting? You recoil reflixivley, lips curling as you reach up to try and wipe disgusting liquid off.
“What the fuck-” You start, but before you can even finish your sentence you’re yanked forward by your neck.
You yelp as you’re thrown from between his thighs, hips twisted awkwardly and head slamming back against the mirror. You cry out at the sharp pain at the back of your skull, but before you can think of doing anything there’s a hand around your neck again, a body crouched in front of you - over you - keeping you from doing anything.
You gape up at the actor, panting and surprised. None of the other employees even got close to touching customers - half of them didn’t even look like they wanted to be there - what the hell is this guy’s problem? Does he just take his job way too seriously
He’s far too close to you now, your nose nearly brushing where his shoulder be, his boots on either side of your thighs, his chest pressed so close that you can’t do anything with your hands.
The hand not around your neck comes up to your cheeks, grabbing them both in one hand and pinching until your lips pucker up. You squirm, letting out a noise of surprise and pain when his thumb and pointer finger dig in between your teeth to force your mouth open. One eye squeezes shut at the ache, but there’s nowhere for you to go with him caging you in.
This time when he spits, it lands right in the little hole he’s made for himself. With how close he is, you see the way his lips twitch up in the corners.
You try your best to get out from under him, hands pushing at his shoulders and legs desperately kicking. But he’s like a statute above you, hard as stone and immoveable.
He leans so close that his lips nearly brush yours, meeting your glare with a spark of amusement.
“Like how it tastes?” He purrs, chest rumbling against yours.
You make a noise somewhere between offended and annoyed, trying to throw yourself every which way for even an inch of freedom. All you manage is a tighter grip on your jaw and neck, leaving you wincing.
“Lots more where that came from,” he promises.
It’s insultingly easy for him to manhandle you, and you curse all the times you swore to yourself you’d finally start taking self-defense classes. You can barely manage a single blow, and when your hands or feet do make contact he doesn’t even flinch.
There’s absolutely nothing you can do as you’re wrestled to the floor. He gets you flat on your back then kneels over your head, his knees so close that you worry he’ll squeeze them together and pop your head like a berry.
He doesn’t give you a chance to sit up, planting one heavy hand in the center of your chest and leaning his weight forward, knocking the air out of you. You finally regain the ability to speak when his other hand moves to his belt, undoing it right above your face.
“What are you-? No, no, get the hell off me!” You shout, desperately pushing at his arm and trying to get enough leverage with your feet to squirm away. “Don’t you fucking dare- help! Somebody help!”
Your screams go ignored, blending right in with that stupid clown music and bouncing off the mirrors just to come straight back to your ears. Your noise doesn’t deter him at all, and he’s got his belt off and jeans yanked down despite your resistance.
“No, no, no, don’t- stop, please, you can’t-” you gasp, eyes flying wide as you find yourself staring up at his cock above you.
He doesn’t give you any warning, just grabs your jaw, holds it open, and sheathes himself down your throat.
Your limbs spasm, every instinct in your body screamin to get away as he slips right past your gag reflex. You’re terrified that you’ll vomit and choke on his cock, the fear dousing you in icy cold and leaving you limp for a minute. All you can think about is breathing around the intrusion in your throat, finding some way not to suffocate and die on a sticky mirror maze floor.
“Finally,” you hear him grunt from above you. He grabs both of your wrists, easily ignoring your weak pulls and tying them together with his belt. “Somethin’ to shut you up.”
You try and make a sound around his cock, yanking your hands away and panicking even more when you feel how firmly tied they are. You make another sound, insitively trying to cry out even with something stuffed in your mouth.
He moans above you, lowering himself to his elbows over your body. “Yeah, just like that,” he pants. “Mouth feel’s fuckin’ heavenly.”
You go silent, determined not to give this piece of shit anything he wants. Tears pour down your temples and across the tops of your ears, and your throat burns.
His hips move slowly against your face, grinding himself as deep as he can get before pulling out just a few inches and sliding back in. He’s got an unfairly large cock, and there’s already an ache developing in your jaw from just seconds held so wide open.
His foreskin catches on your teeth when he pulls the whole way out just to fuck back in, and you’re sharply reminded of the fact that you have teeth.
When his cock bottoms out, his balls resting against your eyes, you bite down, praying it’s enough to break skin.
It’s not. Instead of blood pouring into your mouth and a screaming man falling off of you, you hear the man snarl, pulling his dick out entirely and slamming it back down your throat so harshly that it feels almost like he’s punched you in the face.
“No fucking teeth,” he snaps above you, and you feel his weight shift back onto his knees, then his hands grab at your thighs and throw them open. He flips your skirt up and before you can think to bite down again lands a stinging slap against the gusset of your underwear.
You nearly scream around his cock, hips snapping closed to try and smother the pain. He only growls another sound, using one hand to hold you open and the other to rain down a series of progressively harder smacks.
Your breath hitches as you sob, hardly able to get any air in around his thrusts as he starts them back up again. Every time he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, he lands another hit to your poor pussy. You can’t help but wail around him.
“There it is,” he moans, the sound loud and unrestrained. “God you feel good screamin’ around my cock. Good fuckin’ hole, huh?”
He punctuates the last four words with slaps, leaving his length inside your throat and going back to that horrible grinding against your face. You go silent again, using all of your willpower to keep from screaming. What little thought is left in your head is used to figure out how best to breathe through your nose without choking on snot.
He doesn’t smack you again, but you feel his fingers trace around the edges of your panties. Your hips wiggle against your will, just trying to get away from the violation. One of your legs is pinned to the floor by the thigh, but the other oscillates between going limp and trying to get leverage and force your body up.
His fingers hook around the gusset of your underwear, but before you can even worry about him touching you there, he pulls them up towards your body.
He does it with such force that you’re left squealing, hips flying off the ground to try and lessen the pressure against your clit. His hand pulls so far up that you feel it resting nearly at your belly button. You can’t help the little gasping, gagging noises as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth again.
You hear - you feel - him laugh, swaying his hand from left to right. Your hips try to follow naturally, just desperate to alleviate any of the pressure you can.
“Like a little puppet,” he murmurs, yanking even further up, moaning when you scream.
He lets them go only a few thrusts later, big hand smoothing the fabric down over your cunt. You can feel that it’s stretched out, a little looser around the meat of your pussy, and the thought only makes you cry harder.
But you go silent again. It’s the one thing left in your control - even pinned to the floor, hands tied, legs useless, mouth stuff, you can decide how much noise you make.
He doesn’t like that. He groans a little when you go quiet again, tapping your thigh sharply.
“No, come on, make your little noises again. Feels real nice on my cock.”
This time you’re ready for the smack against your vulva, and you remain silent. You stay silent for the next three too.
His hips work with a little more force again, balls smacking against your face and leaving you to squeeze your eyes shut. After the next slap his hand doesn’t lift again, just rubs over your vulva slowly.
It’s pure luck on his part that he happens to rub over your clit. It’s a pure lack of luck on your part that you moan at the sudden and unexpected pleasure, completely taken off guard.
He stills above you, then slowly repeats the movement. You’re helpless to the little whimpers coming from your throat, and you curse the fact that you’ve always been loud during sex. He zeros in on exactly how to rub your clit unreasonably quickly, fingers sure through the fabric of your underwear.
“That what you need?” He rumbles a laugh above you. “Pain won’t make you noisy, but pleasure will? I can work with that.”
Before you can even begin to question what that means, your underwear are tucked to the side, and there’s a face buried in your pussy.
He doesn’t bother taking any time to explore or try and learn your body, just dives tongue-first to your clit. His technique of lick first, figure out what feels good later unfortunately works on you, and you’re left writhing beneath him, eyes rolled back in pleasure and moans muffled.
He groans agaisnt you, too, lips vibrating against your clit in a horrible and delicious way. “There you go.” You can barely hear him over the sounds of your own choking, especially with his own voice muffled in your folds. “That feels good, keep going.”
You don’t want to, but the magic he works against your clit leaves you no choice. You can’t help the hitched cries spilling from your lips, even if they make you cry all that much harder as you hear them.
He doesn’t take much longer to come, and you’re torn between resenting the fact that it’s your sounds that get him off and being glad that he does so he can get off of you.
He comes with a loud groan, sent right into your cunt and dragging you far too close to an edge you do not want to see, and sends thick ropes right down your throat. It’s almost a kindness that you can’t taste him, only have to swallow as quickly as possible so you don’t choke. The movements of your throat only draw out his orgasm though, and you’re locked in a terrible cycle for what feels like an eternity.
He doesn’t get you off. You’re not sure if you’re thankful or not.
You gasp when he finally pulls out of your throat, taking uninhibited breaths for the first time in far too many minutes. You can’t shut your jaw from the pain, but you also can’t kick your legs when he kneels up more fully.
He’s silent as he takes back his belt, and no matter how much you beg your arms to move, they remain still on your stomach. He shifts off of you, and you whine wordlessly when he grabs a handful of your hair, wiping his flaccid cock off in it.
Still, you don’t move.
He stands and redoes his belt silently, the jingle loud even with the clown music still playing. You stare up at him, and he holds eye contact with you. For some reason, you can’t look away.
He crouches down again before he leaves, and you can’t help but flinch away. He doesn’t touch you sexually again, though, only reaches out and pushes your jaw closed with two firm fingers.
You hate that he still has the mask pulled up, because it means you can see his smirk.
“That was fun. Maybe we’ll do it again sometime.”
He’s gone before you manage to understand what he’s said, and the tears start all over again when you do.
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It takes you a while to scrape yourself off of the floor. You only catch sight of yourself in one mirror before you stare at the ground.
Your makeup is ruined, teartracks running down your temples and both cheeks. There are smudges along your jaw where his hands grabbed. Your lips are swollen and red. It could not be more obvious what’s just happened to you.
You plant one hand on the wall to your right, and keep your eyes firmly planted on your sneakers as you leave the maze. You feel almost detached from yourself, unable to truly understand what happened, what it means.
The throbbing between your thighs is distracting. You worry you might chafe from how soaked your panties are.
It doesn’t take long to find your friend once you finally make it out. She takes one look at you and laughs, teases you about having fun without her. You can’t bring yourself to correct her, and she picks up on your tone quickly, dropping the subject.
The two of you walk silently to your car. You hate it, but you can’t help but scan every actor. Thankfully - or maybe not thankfully? You don’t know anymore - none of them are even close to as big as the masked man in the hall of mirrors was.
You tuck your hands beneath your armpits as you finally make it to the parking lot, walking as quickly as you can get away with without running. Your limbs go a little looser as you get to your car, mind relaxing as it recognizes how close you are to safety.
You freeze when you finally make it to the driver’s side door, lungs going still and heart beating so quickly you worry it’ll pound right out of your chest.
There, sitting in the driver’s seat, is a skeleton mask sewed onto a balaclava.
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some unorganized thoughts about Vox and Valentino Hazbin Hotel
Spoilers For Hazbin Hotel episode 2
TW: Discussions and depictions of abusive relationships, sexual assault, extortion and financial abuse
So going by the promo material shown to us, a lot of fans seem to think that Vivzie has changed course on VoxVal and that it's going to be a much more healthy relationship than previously implied.
Not gonna lie, that disappoints me.
Because depicting an abusive romantic relationship with an imperfect and unexpected victim would have been extremely interesting. We already know Valentino is a piece of shit who doesn't care about anything but himself and profit.
The "Addict" music video and the prequel comic "Dirty Healings" make that very clear.
Valentino regularly assaults Angel, keeps Angel's earnings for himself and tries to keep Angel in the studio as long as possible, even getting angry when Angel goes out by himself. Even if it's to get money for Val.
And for all of his faults, it's very easy for the viewer to feel sympathy for Angel. Angel is a likable character who's been shown to have a much kinder side to him via his friendship with Cherry and him trying to comfort Charlie in the pilot after her pitch for the Happy Hotel flops.
Vox though?
Vox is slated to be a main antagonist. He's a fellow Overlord of Hell. Someone for whom it'd be much harder to believe that he'd let anyone treat him like Valentino treats Angel.
And yet...
To be fair, this artwork is from the in-character Instagram accounts, which were already confirmed as non-canonical. (The accounts themselves are sadly archived now due to some really messed up stuff that happened with the Octavia and Stolas accounts.)
Still, depicting Vox as one of Valentino's victims would have been pretty intriguing. It shows that this kind of thing can happen to anyone, no matter the gender or financial or social situation. It would also acknowledge that just because someone is a victim of abuse doesn't mean they're pure, innocent or weak. And that no matter the circumstances, no one deserves to be treated like Valentino treats Vox and Angel.
I'm honestly hoping that this aspect of the VoxVal relationship isn't entirely gone and I kinda think it isn't.
In episode 2 we see right off the bat that Vox doesn't really like Valentino. And it's easy to see why.
Valentino is a spoiled angry manchild with no self control. He needs Velvette and Vox to reign him in, otherwise he's going to do stupid shit like waltz up to the princess of Hell's doorstep with a gun in hand. Because he can't handle the idea that one of his employees is living somewhere he didn't approve.
If Vox hadn't stopped him and talked him out of it, Val would have gotten the VVVs into some serious shit. His violent streaks can also not be talked down completely, they need to be satisfied somehow. Vox needs to offer Val the lowest earners to shoot at and work out his aggression on or Val's going to continue to go on a rampage and most likely tear apart more of Velvette's models.
Speaking frankly, Valentino seems way more trouble than he's worth. Vox and Velvette appear to be doing all the work in their shared empire while Val just throws tantrums and forces them to go out of their way to calm him down.
So if that's the case, why do the other Vs puts up with Val?
In Alastor's and Vox' duet in episode 2, Alastor has this very interesting thing to say about Vox and his relationship to Valentino and Velvette:
"Is Vox as strong as he purports?
Or is it based on his support?
He'd be powerless without the other Vs."
What's also interesting is Val's and Velvette's reaction to it.
They're smiling. Like they agree.
Alastor also reveals that Vox was trying to get Alastor to join the Vs. Alastor declined.
Vox of course tries to deny all of that, but in the process gets so worked up he short-circuits himself and causes a city-wide blackout.
If Alastor is telling the truth here (and we don't really have a reason to believe he isn't), that puts everything in a whole new light.
Vox is he brains of the operation but is he also the only thing that's keeping it together? Val and Velvette don't really get along (Velvette insults Val behind his back, Val rips apart her models when he's angry) and both don't seem to respect Vox that much.
Velvette lets him deal with Val's bad moods, Val doesn't hesitate to throw stuff at Vox when he's pissed (the fact that Vox nonchalantly dodges the glass Valentino throws at him implies this is not the first time). They both have a look of disdain on their faces when Vox hugs them during "Status Quo".
So why does Vox go to all this trouble to keep these two assholes in line if he doesn't really care for them and they in turn have no love for him?
Maybe for business reasons, but Vox already has a giant multi-media empire, right? So again, what does he need the other Vs for?
I think it has to do with Vox's need to be admired and liked and at the top.
See, another thing this episode tells us about Vox is that he's deeply, deeply, insecure.
He has a dozen different programs where he changes his outfits, approach and demeanor to cater to every single sinner possible, he throws out new business ideas on the fly so he'll always be the newest trend everyone follows. If something (or someone) comes up that cracks his cool confident businessman facade even a little he can't handle it and literally breaks down.
Really, Alastor puts it best:
"Is Vox insecure?
Pursuing allure?
Between this fad and that, is nothing working?
Every day he's got a new format."
So Vox doesn't just want to be powerful and popular, he wants to be the most powerful and the most popular and his shows alone aren't going to cut it for that.
That's why he needs Velvette and Valentino. They provide the content that draws the viewers Vox so desperately craves. Without them he'd be all on his own, might lose large chunks of his viewership. And that's something I think Vox is deeply afraid of.
So no matter how little he might actually like them, regardless how shitty Valentino treats him, Vox needs these two. In his view at least, he can't afford to lose them.
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zb1 finds out they were not your top pick
genre: reaction, comedy, sad for some
pairing: reader (mostly gn) x all members of zerobaseone
about/tags: reaction when they find out you didn't one-pick vote them or they weren't your main pick
established relationship unless stated otherwise, yujin's context is friendship only, bullet point reactions, lowercase intentional, junhyeon and jeonghyeon make an appearance!
⠀⠀ kim jiwoong ⠀⠀
"babe i have a confession to make"
you sounded so serious and you looked so nervous, so he put down his phone to put all his attention into what you were going to say
then you confessed that you were so busy during one-pick voting you didn't get to vote for him consistently and it was eating you alive
he released a sigh of relief then laughed
is kinda endeared with the fact that you blurted that out to him and that it warranted a "confession"
honestly was kinda unbothered
he made it in the debut group and that's all that matters to him
stands up to place a kiss on your head
"that's it? don't worry about it babe "
⠀⠀ zhang hao ⠀⠀
he founds out because he finds your voting certificates screenshots
he kinda deadpans and goes "ricky? you voted for ricky??"
and you have to explain that you were sure he was gonna land AT LEAST 2ND no matter what, so you had to vote for other people you wanted in the lineup
he agrees with your stance
and commends your argumentative reasoning
you end up talking about the strategies you applied in the different rounds of voting, and he shares about his strategies when choosing concepts for each mission
you're both very smart people that understand how survival shows work
⠀⠀ sung hanbin ⠀⠀
when you tell him that you alternated voting him and zhanghao during the one pick round he jokes that maybe that's why he ended up in 2nd place
but he's genuinely joking, he says that whole sentence with a huge smile on his face
you don't take it a joke and you start crying
full on tears
"i'M soRRY it's my fault as to why you don't get your own song"
you look like this (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) at this point
he giggles and kisses your tears away
"love...i was joking, please stop crying"
"i cAN'T"
⠀⠀ seok matthew ⠀⠀
actually....this one might cause a fight
he actually has to leave the room for a while to think it over
i can see him being so sad over it like :(( "i thought you only supported me"
keeps bugging you to ask who you ended up voting for
when you answer jiwoong he sorta just goes..
"....ok fair"
but he's still going to be sad about it
is very open with you that he feels disappointed
your relationship is very new though so he's trying to be understanding
you work 10 x harder to reassure him that you're his #1 priority nowadays
⠀⠀ kim taerae ⠀⠀
he's lying on your lap when he asks "you voted for me everyday right?"
"well....."
immediately sits right up
"you see, there's just so many talented people, i couldn't really choose....and well..."
you're trying to make up words as you go, rambling at this point
the truth is you voted for him every damn day you just wanted to see his reaction
he's so patient with you and holds your hands as you're trying to explain
makes direct eye contact with you, eyebrows knit awaiting the point you're getting at
you realize you took it too far
so you just bring out your phone and pull out your album of voting certificates
"i'm joking. sorry, i just wanted to get your reaction"
literally smiles so big and takes the phone from your hand as he scrolls through the album
album name: for taerae's dream
⠀⠀ ricky ⠀⠀
this one is an actual fight, well, a petty one
you're getting ready to go to dinner with friends when ricky facetime calls you
"i heard from taerae that you like jeonghyeon"
and you're like ??? "yeah i think he's talented, why?"
"he's your one-pick?"
"if you're asking if I voted for him, then yes i did"
then he just hangs up
he ignores the calls and texts you send after that, and literally doesn't reach out to you again until the next day
he caves when he opens your 50+ unread messages & sees the pictures of a long handwritten apology in 3 diff languages (yes, idol-like apology)
he smiles, then realizes he's supposed to be annoyed, then smiles again
he didn't mean to be this petty so he calls you back to apologize as well
⠀⠀ kim gyuvin ⠀⠀
when you're playing truth or dare and he asks you who your one pick was
he instantly regrets it
"don't feel bad okay, but it was gunwook"
he pretends it doesn't bother him but it does
mainly because he previously compared himself to gunwook a lot and he's starting to think that even in dating you, there's competition
and it doesn't help that you guys are so fresh into the relationship
he forces out a little laugh but I guess you can tell it's fake
bc you distract him from his thoughts by kissing his nose
"stop overthinking silly, i said it WAS...was like past tense"
takes your word for it, and holds your hand tightly, intertwining your fingers
⠀⠀ park gunwook ⠀⠀
never let him find out .
i'm serious never .
mainly because you know how gunwook gets
he likes it when your attention is on him 100% of the time
but that failed when one of your alarms went off and it said "vote for junhyeon"
he just looked at you like ᯣ_ᯣ what do you mean vote for junhyeon
you had to explain that you had another device where you were voting for junhyeon every day too so that he could debut with his best friend
while you expected him to be kinda pouty he totally wasn't
he just looked at you softly before tugging you into a warm embrace and said
"thank you for always thinking of me"
⠀⠀ han yujin ⠀⠀
(not romantic) (if you want to know why read my important announcement)
after the finale, the class groupchat blew up full of congratulatory messages for yujin
in midst of the chaos, of your classmates exposed you for being a gyuvin stan
classmate a: yah y/n, why are you typing you didn't even vote for yujin
classmate b: all you did was talk about gyuvin everyday
yujin sends a photo of gyuvin's autograph he promised to get you
yujin: guess this is going in the trash, y/n
you: waIT NO plEASE yujin i voted for you up until we could only pick one
yujin just seenzones you
everyone laugh reacts at the message exchange
A/N: this was funny thanks for requesting!
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Sub Tate watches you in the shower???
Repost if you enjoy 😉
Shower shenanigans..
(Smut basics including masturbation)
You were meant to be playing Scrabble. You had waited an hour, and Tate hadn't bothered to show up! So you went upstairs to take a shower. You slid down your jeans, lifted your t-shirt over your head, and got into the hot shower. You heard a thump, "Tate, I know that's you, perv, show yourself," you shouted as you squirted bodywash onto your loofah.
" Don't be mad I'm sorry I was late, I had an appointment with your dad I forgot about" Tate had that look on his face, the same one he always had when he did something wrong. You looked at Tate. You noticed he was slightly hard through his trousers. "Tate, go away and take your friend with you. " You looked straight at his crotch. "Oh, don't be like that, baby. I'm sorry, I really did want to play Scrabble with you. " Even though you shouldn't have, you kinda enjoyed the fact that he was grovelling. You watched as Tate's eyes lowered to your body. They scanned every inch of you, "Don't bother Tate, you're not having any Why don't you just leave? " You said, " Please, you can't stay mad at me. Let me join you" Tate was all doe-eyed like a puppy. You could see him watching your every move. You could also see he was getting harder in his trousers, "Im not mad, im trying to shower, that's looks uncomftable Tate, you better leave before you get anymore frustrated" you smirked. You started moving the loofah across your neck, collarbones, and down to your breasts. You started to massage them making them all soapy. You could see Tate was watching every second, you moved lower down to your thighs, "Oh Y/N, please, this isn't fair" Tate put his hand over his crotch to cover it up but you had already seen how hard he was. " I told you to leave Tate, so whatever happens while you choose to watch is your fault." You stood directly under the water to rinse the soap from your body and began to caress one of your breasts you moved the other hand between your legs. You traced around yourself with your fingers, paying gentle attention to your clit, you let out a soft moan, "Please let me have you baby, I'm sorry" Tate looked as if he was hypnotised, "Not tonight my needy boy, but you can watch if your quiet", you slowly began to rub your thumb against your clit, making yourself wetter and wetter, the dripping water against your clit made the feelings more intense, you moaned as you sped up your thumb speed, you looked over to Tate who had started to rub himself through his trousers, "its painful, you've made me so hard, I need to undo my trousers is that OK?"You gently nodded to grant permission and watched as he lowered his jeans. You slowly slipped your fingers inside yourself, the view of his cock nearly stood up in his boxers made your clit pulse, Tate was biting his lip, and moving his hips very slightly to feel his boxers move against his tip, "Tate play with yourself for me, but don't cum until I say so", Tate was more than happy to obey, " whatever you want baby" Tate pulled down his boxers slightly, his hard cock slapped against his stomach, he gripped it tightly and began to jerk it backwards and forwards, this sent a shock of pleasure through your body, you saw the look of releif across his face, "Slow down Tate, you can only cum when I say so ok?, you curled your fingers inside yourself, feeling the wetness between them, you imagined they were Tates, you let out a moan as your pleasure intensified, you saw Tate slow down his pace "Oh baby please let me cum for you, I'm so close, your so beautiful", You felt yourself begin to tighten around your fingers, "tell me how much you want to cum Tate" you were beginning to get weak at the knees, Tate moaned "I need to cum baby I'm begging you, I'm ready to explode" you gave him a nod, that's all you could manage you felt yourself overcome with pleasure, you watched as Tate sped up until he erupted all over his stomach moaning your name, his dick throbbing, you could feel the wetness dripping out of you, your fingers nearly trapped from the contractions inside, "Well done Tate, now tomorrow don't be late".
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characters in les mis (musical) ranked on how good their introductions were:
jean valjean: 9/10 he actually says his name and like . conveniently gives us his backstory while talking to javert which was nice
javert: 10/10 literally says his name and then says "do not forget my name" so forcefully i managed to not forget his name immediately so that was good
the bishop: 5/10 solid but not enough context. could've used a whole five minute song about only him beforehand tbh (kidding i swear)
fantine: 9/10 she does have people say her name which is good, she doesn't say it directly but like she does fill in her situation well. also i would feel bad for giving her a low score since her intro is literally her having a horrible time
bamatabois: 3/10 he never says his name and he's a huge asshole . only gets a three because it conveyed his character well + javert was there. but he also gets a three because i hate him
fauchelevent: 10/10 because. it's the runaway cart man . best song in les mis. also they do say his name so it works
cosette: 10/10 her name is said over and over again before she's even onstage + her introduction really shows the bleakness of the situation she lives in with the thénardiers
mme thénardier: 8/10 she doesn't say her name but it is a good introduction nonetheless . 8/10 instead of 9/10 because it isn't like. my favorite favorite but it is good
eponine: 6/10 controversial but sorry. i feel like they introduce us to eponine as kind of a brat (with her name which is nice) and even maybe as helping her mother directly to hurt cosette whereas we don't get a good enough reintroduction to her character in act two that gives us a better idea of her character as someone who's arguably just as hurt by the thénardiers as cosette. it's still okay though
m thénardier: 10/10 they say his name and then immediately he gets master of the house? it's a good introduction to the fact he's a big old thief and it's also kind of a bop. no notes
gavroche: 10/10 his name is in his first line. and it gives you a very good impression of him. i don't have any notes alright . i mean they kinda give the impression he's not related to thénardier but i can't fault them for not including that since it's not a HUGE plot point
enjolras: 2/10 i genuinely do not think anyone ever adresses this guy by name. i only remembered he was supposed to be there after i watched the play and then had to hunt down the actor's name in my playbill so i could see if i remembered him. like he just felt like another member of les amis tbh. two points because at least he's still characterized well
marius: 5/10 we hear his name from enjolras and because we get no context for his life before this point he feels so damn uninteresting... like all we get is the "ooh marius is in looove" without ANY context of his life outside of that. literally just there to fall in love with cosette and it shows
les amis de l'abc: 4/10 i am grouping them together because they literally get NO distinguishing qualities from each other in their introductions. grantaire making fun of someone is alright for things grantaire would do but like. can we not give that to courfeyrac?? why are all of them such non characters in this introduction?? like at least we get a few name drops from enjolras but i am just not really a fan. courfeyrac should be in here more since marius lives with him but i guess that doesn't matter because marius had his whole backstory surgically removed to make room for the brick to not be a million year long play. whatever. probably why lesgle gets nothing either despite the fact he introduced marius to les amis. didn't know this got on my nerves so much
patron-minette: 5/10 i mean. it's AN introduction but also to be fair i can't get mad too much since they're not major characters+ they are kinda interchangeable in the end. only montparnasse got a name drop but they did also keep my favorite eponine moment largely intact so. eh. whatever they get a five for being mediocre
#les mis#les miserables#these are just my opinions and they're very biased (see the fact that fauchelevent gets a 10/10)#but i'll put em out there lol
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WIP excerpt for lottie; a pocketful of Kons. Cut for length. Bart is really hard for me to write, especially as a POV character, but I might almost be getting a grip on him now, hah.
Bart ducks into the bathroom and peeks in the half-open cabinet under the sink, where his Pocket is huddled up sulking in the back corner and shredding up the rest of the extra toilet paper, for some reason. So that’s kinda annoying. And definitely gonna make a mess.
. . . whatever, as long as he cleans it up before Max finds out about it and decides to make him clean it up slow it doesn’t matter.
Though it’s still annoying.
“What’re you so upset about?” he asks with a frown, and his Pocket shoots him a dirty look. He looks . . . really upset, actually. Bart doesn’t get it. It’s not his fault his Pocket’s slow. Or messed up his cape. Or can’t pick a dumb name. Or . . . whatever he was upset about, it’s been a few subjective hours, it’s hard to remember exactly what set him off. “Seriously, we’re already stuck inside today because you showed up in a superhero costume, dunno why you’re mad at me.”
They could go out as long as they were fast enough, obviously, except his Pocket isn’t fast, so what’s he supposed to do about that? Like, how is it fair that he gets a Pocket that can’t even keep up with him? He didn’t even ask for a stupid Pocket, much less a slow one that was gonna complain about everything and sulk in his bathroom and wreck all his toilet paper!
Lame. Super lame.
Seriously. Couldn’t he at least have gotten another speedster for his soulmate? Or at least not gotten faked out by a Pocket that should be fast enough to at least kind of keep up? Like, even a little bit?
That part actually might be more annoying than getting a slow Pocket to begin with, Bart thinks.
Waaaaay more annoying, actually.
Ugh.
His Pocket glares at him and then, uh–
Then the rest of the toilet paper just explodes.
. . . okay, that’s weird. Like–what? What the heck? His Pocket didn’t even touch any of it, so what the heck?
“What the heck?” Bart says. His Pocket glares at him.
“Bart,” he snaps angrily, then dives into the destroyed toilet paper and curls up under it. Bart . . . frowns.
His Pocket’s really upset, huh.
“Is this about me beating you at all the games?” he guesses. “Because it’s not my fault you’re slow, okay, and–”
“BART!” his Pocket yells, and all the bottles of cleaning stuff throw themselves at Bart’s head without him actually touching them.
. . . weird, Bart notes, then dodges. Because again, he’s actually fast, unlike certain people in this bathroom and conversation and . . . whatever.
Ugh. Isn’t Helen back yet? Isn’t Max done with his stupid calls? Maybe one of them can figure out why his Pocket’s so weird. And so slow. Also why he’s so slow. Because Bart would really like to know, personally.
Seriously, he cannot think of a worse possible soulmate to have than a slow one.
Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhhh.
“Don’t be such a jerk,” Bart says, frowning irritably at his Pocket, who just glowers at him again and then reburies himself in the destroyed pile of toilet paper. Bart scowls back, then darts a hand in and yanks him out. His Pocket screeches indignantly. “Don’t yell at me, you’re the one wrecking stuff!”
“Bart!” his Pocket yells again, his face all screwed up in fury as he kicks out of his grip and zips up towards the far corner of the ceiling. “Bart Imp BART!”
Bart really would not have called Superman being the type to throw a tantrum, but okay. Learn something new every day, he guesses.
“You’re a grifing brat,” he grumbles, tapping a foot impatiently against the floor before jumping up onto the side of the tub in an attempt to catch his Pocket before the little guy can wreck anything else. His Pocket just flies up higher and screeches down at him in angry Pocket-talk, which is not a helpful method of communication. Bart does not get what he’s so mad about. Like, what’s the big deal or whatever? If anyone should be upset right now it should be him over getting the slowest Pocket ever. Like, he’s definitely the one who should be upset right now!
Well, he is, kinda.
“Come on, Pocket!” he complains, jumping up to try and grab him again. He’s fast enough to catch him, but his Pocket’s up too high for him to reach.
His Pocket screeches louder at him, then bolts into the medicine cabinet. Bart groans in frustration and barely keeps himself from falling into the tub before he steps onto the lid of the toilet and tries to tug the medicine cabinet back open. The door doesn’t budge, much in the same way his pillow didn’t.
Weird, still, but kinda expected at this point.
“Why are you acting like this? I didn’t even do anything!” he protests. His Pocket just thumps the cabinet door–kicks it, probably–hard enough that the mirror cracks. Max is totally gonna blame him for that, Bart thinks disgruntledly, scowling at his splintered reflection. “Grife, Pocket!”
His Pocket makes a really weird sound, and Bart–pauses.
“Pocket?” he tries warily. His Pocket makes the weird sound again. It’s hitched and strangled and thick and sounds like–
. . . uh-oh, Bart thinks with a wince, because he’s pretty sure his Pocket’s trying not to cry right now.
Sprock.
He doesn’t even know what he did. He tries to ease the cabinet door open again, but it still doesn’t move at all.
“Bart!” his Pocket yells in obvious frustration. “Imp Bart, Imp Bart, Imp Bart Imp Bart!”
Bart frowns. He wonders if–
“Is this ‘cuz you don’t like any of the names I suggested?” he asks doubtfully. His Pocket sniffles. Bart hears something rattle in the cabinet. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a name.”
His Pocket sobs.
. . . okay then, Bart thinks, his frown deepening reflexively. That’s . . . a reaction, alright.
Man, this is why he never wanted a Pocket. They’re so confusing. What’s his Pocket even want from him? He suggested a ton of names! His Pocket’s the one who’s being picky! What was even wrong with his suggestions, anyway? They were all fine! If his Pocket wants a name so bad, why’s he refusing to pick one?
“I don’t get it,” Bart says, tapping his foot restlessly again and frowning all the harder. “I thought up a ton of names for you! Like, all kinds of names! And like basically all Super-stuff ones, even!”
His Pocket tries to stifle another choked little sob, and Bart . . . pauses.
“Is that, like . . . a problem?” he asks skeptically, and his Pocket doesn’t make a sound. “Pocket?”
His Pocket still doesn’t make a sound. Bart gives the medicine cabinet door another tug, and it pops open. A bunch of random junk falls out into the sink, and he finds his Pocket hiding under a couple of washcloths and trying to muffle more sniffles.
Bart feels–weird, seeing that. He reaches into the cabinet, and this time his Pocket doesn’t kick him when he grabs him. He keeps the washcloth dragged over his head, though, and his breathing is hitched and hurt-sounding.
Bart doesn’t get it.
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I said I'd ramble about the TMNT:HME sibling dynamics so here it is:
CW for favoritism
Some of this stuff I've already touched on before, but I'll try and go into a bit more detail on the specific relationships
Leo is the oldest, but all the brothers know he's not the favorite. If anything he's the least favorite ( Not the problem child, though, we'll get to that ) - though Splinter swears he doesn't pick favorites.
As far as all the brothers' views on him as a whole it's something like ' he's the oldest but sometimes he acts way too much like Splinter' and they've said this to him occasionally. And every single time it hits like a fucking brick.
Leo wonders if Mikey thinks he is cool or not - he doubts it. They're sort of in a ' in this together' mentality when it comes to Donnie and Splinter. Leo tries very hard to teach Mikey all about gender/sexuality without Splinter's knowledge. He wants Mikey to know that there is a safe almost-adult for him to come to about that stuff. Mikey doesn't really get it, though. Leo is a bit sad that they don't have a more healthy sibling dynamic - he could never, ever discuss big feelings with Mikey or talk about Splinter. It kinda sucks, but he knows they don't have to talk about big feelings. They just have to have fun.
Leo, for a long time, had a special sort of animosity towards Donnie because of him being the favorite. When they were much smaller, Leo actually hated him for it for a while. But as he got older and they drifted apart, he realized that it's not him vs Donnie, its all of them vs Splinter. He still thinks Donnie is a kiss-up, though, and he constantly tries to help him grow out of that.
Leo and Raph were a lot closer when they were kids, but the shift to disliking Donnie due to favoritism also kinda roped Raph into it, since Raph and Donnie are a lot closer than any of the other brothers. Nowadays, Leo is mostly just....sad about his and Raph's dynamic. He feels guilty for a lot of the way Raph grew up, he knows a lot of it is his own fault ( and some specific things that are his fault 100% that there will be a comic about later ). Overall their relationship is tainted by guilt - Leo will never forgive himself for treating Raph the way he did when they were younger.
Donnie is the favorite, as all the brothers will agree ( Raph still isn't sure that's true ) and Donnie won't deny it. He's proud of it, actually. He knows he's the favorite because he's the most well-behaved. He does his chores, he shows interest in Splinter's hobbies or what he's saying. Overall, he cares a lot about Splinter's opinion - definitely more so than his brothers.
Donnie has noted that Leo acts like Splinter, but he frames it as somewhat of a good thing. He's very.... calculated with his and Leo's relationship dynamic. He tends to keep his distance emotionally, and will call out when Leo is being an asshole. He has also been the most troublesome when it comes to Leo telling him to do chores. He is Team Splinter all the way.
Raph, as his twin, is his favorite brother hands down. Donnie does play favorites and Raph is his favorite brother. They spend the most time together, Donnie prefers hanging out with Raph than hanging out with the rest of his brothers, but they still have fights sometimes. Mostly over room stuff or Raph being too loud. No fight has ever lasted more than a day, though.
Mikey and Donnie have a weird, standoffish sort of relationship. They don't have a ton in common, but still like to play video games together! Mostly mine craft. Donnie just doesn't feel like hanging out with him too often is all :/
Raphie!
Raph has a complicated relationship with Leo- on one hand, Leo can be really cool and fun!! On the other, he can be as annoying as Splinter. And Raph easily gets mad when Leo makes fun of him, sometimes blowing up at him or his brothers for it. He's very easy to anger and sometimes Leo pushes his buttons on purpose. But to be fair, Raph pushes Leo's buttons back just as often.
Raph and Donnie are closest, but Raph sometimes wishes he was the older twin so maybe he could be the favorite. However, Raph usually reaps the rewards as well, since Splinter doesn't even really know he exists most of the time. If Donnie gets a treat he will find a way to get Raph one as well.
Raph and Mikey have an unspoken rivalry - Raph and Mikey have a lot in common, but Raph hates that Mikey is 'better' at so many things than him. He has his own hobbies, but Mikey always does them better. And he's afraid of his little brother surpassing him.
Mikey looks up to Leo as his ' cool but sometimes lame older brother' - most of the time he thinks Leo is cool but sometimes Leo will say/do something so lame that Mikey has to literally walk away. Mikey has also told Leo that he's acting like Splinter the most.
Mikey sort of looks up to Donnie, but it's mostly for his smarts. Other than that, he also resents Donnie a bit for being the favorite :/ Thinks he cares way too much about Splinter's opinion
Mikey doesn't know how Raph feels about his talents. They're close the way youngest siblings are close - they used to roughhouse a lot as kids and nowadays they compete in stupid competitions around the lair :)
So that's how the boys' see each other! I talked about this a bit before, but this is a bit more in detail since someone suggested it the other day <33
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Hii! I hope I'm doing this right 😅
The amazing digital circus, Lee Jax! Ler ragatha!
Banana,oranges,lemons please!! :3
Absolutely fine if your not able to do it but just a request :D
(oh no I forgot something 😅😭 Can the most focused on spot be the ears please!! Super sorry!)
Fruit(s): Bananas, Oranges, Lemons
You’re all good, Anon! Jax is such an ass and I’m here for it ( ´◡‿◡`). I’ve been pretty sick this week, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes or quality issues (ミ●﹏☉ミ). Fair warning, the bunny man is quite the prick in this because I like bickering. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Jax
Ler: Ragatha
Summary: Jax is being a total brat, sassing and picking on all the other characters. Ragatha has enough, giving him a lesson on manners he won’t soon forget.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
The Amazing Digital Circus was…an interesting place, to say the least. If one could get over the fact that a likely-sentient AI entity ran a digital fairgrounds that nobody could ever escape from, their minds twisting and going down a deep spiral of paranoia and uncertainty until they lost their sanity, it was kinda cool. That first part was a pretty big hang-up for most, though.
Jax, however, had grown pretty used to the madness. He had his wit and sarcasm as a coping method. Why worry about your own misfortunes when you can laugh at someone else’s? The rabbit took every opportunity he could to quip, snicker and poke fun at his fellow characters. He got on everyone’s nerves.
His antics really got to one being in particular: Ragatha.
She felt as if she could tear his ears off some days. Jax would always bully the others, but he had been horrible that day. Pomni was still getting used to things; the poor thing didn’t need another reason to fret. His jokes were only putting everyone on edge, and that jester was already on a narrow ledge… It needed to stop.
“Wow Gangle, I didn’t know you could actually do something productive. Color me shocked.” Jax hovered over her, looking down at the ribbon being’s drawing. It was some sort of fan art, though he couldn’t name the media. It didn’t look that accurate, and he wasn’t that much of a nerd before he put the headset on…
Before she could think to be shocked at the half-praise, he quickly put the dickery in his words. “Shame it’s too trashy to make out whatever you drew. This place is enough of an eye-sore as is.”
The tears on Gangle’s mask rippled as she sniffed, trying not to let his mean words get to her. It didn’t really work; she’d put a lot of effort into that… She clutched the drawing to her chest as she ran away, her mouth line quivering. Jax just chuckled, not really caring that she ran off. It was just a joke. Not his fault she couldn’t take it.
Ragatha put her hands on her hips, marching over to Jax. He rolled his eyes, preparing for the lecture. “JAX! What is wrong with you?! Gangle worked really hard on that! You…you need to quit being such a jerky prick!”
The wide smirk stuck, though his eyes widened slightly. It was hardly a solid insult, though coming from such a typically passive-aggressive person, it was surprising. Didn’t know she had it in her…heh.
Jax’s snarky smirk returned, his eyes forming amused crescents. Hello, new source of entertainment… “Relax, dollface! Crybaby’s fine. Just havin’ another pity party.”
She scoffed, letting her typically suppressed temper show. “Seriously? You told her that those amazing drawings were trashy! Why are you such a bratty bully?” Her tone was as curious as it was disappointed. Eugh…
“I’m not a bully. I just say what I see; not my fault you babies can’t handle the truth.” Okay, maybe he was going a bit further than he normally did. He was bored, and the banter was actually amusing. As long as he danced on the right side of the line, he’d be fine. “Like you. I mean, I get this place knows our minds or something, but it really nailed you. Trashy scraps and frayed yarn.”
This little…ugh! He was bringing out a side of Ragatha she didn’t know she still had. “Oh really? And what’s that make you, cotton tail? A bargain bin, carnival prize knock-off?”
Jax actually chuckled; finally, someone fun. “Nah, I’m just better. Taller, good-looking, not made of sewn together *boink*. I’d say it did me right.” He smirked, leaning in and getting to her level. “You found a nice 1830’s girl yet? They’re all about raggedy scraps.”
Oh, that was it! She glared, her upper lip curling as she reached for him. The lanky jerk leaned away just in time, taking off in the opposite direction. Okay, so it was possible to make her mad…totally worth it.
Ragatha chased after him, going over revenge plans in her mind. She normally tried to avoid conflict, but Jax was out of control. Rabbit stew seemed delicious, even if it would only be a simulation…
Jax tried to find literally any not-obvious spot to hide, but everything was ginormous and solid, a vengeful Ragatha on his heels. He just ran for his life. He might’ve made it, too, if he hadn’t tripped on something. “What the-” He went down, face-planting on the bouncy floor. Gloink…of course. He could’ve sworn it smirked at him, even though they had no mouths.
The doll was on him in seconds, quickly pinning him to the floor. For fabric and stuffing, she was pretty strong. Before he could think to fight back, his arms were pinned above his head, the girl straddling him and blocking his every escape. “W-woah doll! At least buy me dinner first!” That one was kinda stupid, but it was there.
The smoldering glare that comment received finally shut him up, if only for a moment. So many ideas, so little time… But she couldn’t do anything to hurt him. One, it wasn’t physically possible, and two, she was better than that. He still needed some kind of shove in the right direction… Ohohohooo, that’s perfect.
“I think you need to learn some hard lessons, Jax. Respect for your friends, and when to shut up.” The tone of her voice was surprisingly playful, even if it had a serious edge. He didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved.
He wasn’t sure what she was up to. That is, until he felt one of her mitten-esque hands on his stomach, wiggling into the furry surface. Unable to bite his lip, giggles slipped past his defenses, greeting the smug doll. “W-whahat the *bloink* ahare you dohohoing?!”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m showing you what happens when you’re a snarky dork.” Ragatha smirked, keeping his hands pinned firmly above his head. “W-whehen dihid you gehehet strohohohong?!”
She tsked, trying not to take offense to that. “You need a filter, Jax. Apparently Caine’s isn’t enough. My way is a bit more…hands-on.” Ragatha went to town on his belly, digging her fabric fingers into his midsection.
Squealing, twisting and turning, Jax tried anything to escape. He might’ve had the height advantage, but when it came to strength and endurance, he was surprisingly out-matched. Also, apparently very ticklish. Shocks across the board.
Jax kicked his feet, the pads thumping against the floor. She cooed, teasing him further. “Aww, guess you really do live up to your character, Thumper.”
The tickling wasn’t even the worst part, though it did come in a close second. It was the teases. He honestly didn’t think she had it in her, but *sproing* he was wrong. Ragatha squeezed his hip, making him jolt and squeal. “R-RAHAhagathaha!” Okay, make that a tie.
His laughter, to Ragatha, was honestly adorable. Who knew a jerk like him could be so ticklish, much less have a laugh like that. It was bright, bubbly and uncontrollable. Hearing her friends laugh, no matter how rude, was something special. She could listen to it all day, though she didn’t quite plan on going that far.
While the silliness wasn’t hurting him, his pride was being battered to bits. No matter how much he wriggled and writhed under her, he couldn’t manage to break her hold or knock her off. Beyond that, she just had to keep exploring his spots. “Youhuhu lihittle- GYAAAHAHA! NAHAT THEHEHERE!” Like that one.
Ragatha's eyes widened as she rubbed the base of his ear, not expecting the spot to incite such a reaction. She wasn’t complaining, though. “Geez, Jax. These floppy ears are so sensitive! I have got to tell the others.” The doll switched between each ear, making sure neither felt left out. They twitched and flopped, but couldn’t avoid her skilled hand.
Even though he was the most prideful of all the characters, her tickling was really pushing his limits; he just couldn’t take any more. Abandoning his ego for a moment, he cried out. “O-OHOHOKAHAY! IHI’M SOHAHAHARRY! P-PLEHEHEASE NO MOHOHORE!”
She took that as her cue to quit, releasing his arms and climbing off him. The rabbit man immediately curled into himself, giggling like a toddler. She did notice, however, that he was still wiggling slightly, his closed eyes moving as if he had a twitching nose. He was clearly happy, though she bet he’d never admit it out loud.
“Y-youhuhu…youhu’re dehehead!” The threat would’ve been a lot more menacing if he didn’t look and sound like he’d had the time of his life. “Uh-huh, sure. Just try to be nicer, okay Giggles?” Ragatha pat his head, walking away and going to find Gangle. Knowing her, she would need similar treatment, though for very different reasons.
Jax took deep and giggly breaths as he tried to calm himself. That was…wow. He didn’t even think stimulation like that was possible in the Circus. Then again, Caine did say the only thing he couldn’t control were their minds. How his mind felt right then…he’d rather not talk about it. Her plan had worked; he’d definitely be thinking about that encounter for a while. Maybe not for the intended reasons, though…
#tadc tickle#kasey's fruit shop#lee!jax#ler!ragatha#ticklish!jax#sfw tickling community#tickle fic#tickle#fruit shop event#the amazing digital circus tickle#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#tadc ragatha#sfw tickle fic#jax is an asshole
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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Eleven)
23-24 Season Masterlist
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i'm 11 days behind... i'm so sorry
NOVEMBER 9, 2023
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yourusername welcome back to my postgame penalty box update show: the brady bunch edition!
the boys won 5-2 tonight! and by "the boys" i do not mean brady and josh, because those two are heckin LOSERS! (jk kinda) (i love you both!) (you did lose though to be fair) (mwah!)
with this win, the canucks now have 10 wins in 13 games, which is the fastest the canucks have ever reached 10 wins! we love making history around here, folks!
quinn is at three games since his last penalty and i’m so proud! he's growing (emotionally, not physically)! you know who DID get a penalty? somehow, not brady, who's in the top 5 in the league for most penalty minutes. the man that did crime tonight was your favorite and my "tolerable at best" acquaintance: argus filch's cat, mrs. norris! a.k.a josh!
the three besties were aggressive with each other this game, and i was honestly disappointed that quinn and brady didn't throw hands. he won't fight my rat, but i was hoping he'd tussle with his bf!
brady didn't let me down though! he shoved quinn down in front of the net for zero reason at all <3 and josh and quinny drove each other into the boards (quinn got smushed) and exchanged some shoves! i’ll take what i can get, and i loved it!
way to go, besties! great game! i love you, bradley! i love you way past infinity, quinny! i like you okay, mrs. norris!
xoxo, sissy🤍
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joshnorris10 you love everybody. you adopt every player under 21 you meet. i'm one of your brother's best friends. i deserve your love.
yourusername don't tell me what to do
joshnorris10 @_quinnhughes what did i do? i thought we worked through our issues years ago?
_quinnhughes @/joshnorris10 she loves you
joshnorris10 @_quinnhughes i'm not feeling the love
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_quinnhughes i love you way past beyond, sissy! i'm not throwing hands!
yourusername your love has limits i see
_quinnhughes it has one bound
yourusername yeah and it's the lamest one! all of my brothers are lame!
jackhughes HEY
lhughes_06 I TAKE OFFENSE TO THAT
yourusername @/lhughes_06 oh good! you were supposed to!
bradytkachuk @/yourusername i thought pushing him down would do it
yourusername @/bradytkachuk you tried your best! it's not your fault quintin is lame!
joshnorris10 yeah! quinn's lame!
yourusername @/joshnorris10 nice try. not gonna work.
user12 quinn said 😬 and then he said 😀 and he did both beautifully
trevorzegras did you flip your hair? did you steal my brand?
yourusername first sticking his tongue out and now THIS?! he's turning into you
_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's a horrible thing to say to a person
trevorzegras y/n's comment section is MEAN today
yourusername @/trevorzegras that is not completely on me
_quinnhughes @/yourusername you started this and it caught on
yourusername @_quinnhughes i’m a terrible influence, so what?
trevorzegras @/yourusername we're having children!
yourusername @/trevorzegras and they shall rule the world under our guidance
jackhughes @/yourusername it's so cute that you have goals
yourusername @/jackhughes and i will achieve them! our little zegras-hughes's will be benevolent leaders
user79 WHAT DID JOSH DO I NEED TO KNOW
user51 sissy chose violence today
colecaufield @_quinnhughes i need you to fight because sissy (i'm using my pass) is starting to demand it from me
_quinnhughes you're tough, you got it
yourusername somebody needs to give me chaos or so help me i will take the ice myself
colecaufield @/yourusername and fight who?!
yourusername @/colecaufield i’d love to fight meyers for funzies
_quinnhughes @/yourusername you're less than half his size
yourusername @_quinnhughes that's my advantage
_eliaspettersson i support this
_quinnhughes @_eliaspettersson why? just why?
_eliaspettersson @_quinnhughes because i want to see who would win
trevorzegras i got my money on my girl
jackhughes i also got my money on sissy
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes you and sissy are not supposed to be betting!
jackhughes @_quinnhughes and we've chosen to ignore you!
matthew_tkachuk i got my money on little mouse!
_quinnhughes @/matthew_tkachuk stop encouraging this!
bradytkachuk team sissy!
yourusername i love my fans🤭
taryntkachuk @_quinnhughes let my girl go buck wild!
yourusername @/taryntkachuk hey remember when taylor caniff from magcon released buckwild? that was a wild time
jackhughes @/yourusername why would you willingly admit that you were a magcon girl?
yourusername @/jackhughes to give me an edge
jackhughes @/yourusername i promise you that it did not
trevorzegras @/jackhughes i need to know more
jackhughes @/trevorzegras she was obsessed with matt espinosa and cried when shawn mendes released his first ep because she "was so proud of him" and "felt like a proud mother" even though she's younger than him
lhughes_06 @/jackhughes @/trevorzegras and then she replaced one matt with another
trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 why would you bring that up?
lhughes_06 @/trevorzegras in a word? chaos.
user3 omfg new sissy lore😭
user48 okay but sissy vs the big cat? i’d pay to see that
lhughes_06 slay
yourusername don't... don't do that
_quinnhughes i'll try
_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes you succeed ;)
youursername i'm blocking all of you
lhughes_06 @/yourusername are you mad i didn't say you slay?
yourusername @/lhughes_06 STOP SAYING SLAY! IT'S GIVING 15 YEAR OLD GIRL
lhughes_06 @/yourusername that is not very slay of you
_alexturcotte @/yourusername very much unslay
yourusername @/lhughes_06 @_alexturcotte die.
joshnorris10 @_quinnhughes now i know she loves luke and alex and she told them to die!
_quinnhughes @/joshnorris10 you're fine she's just being silly
yourusername @/joshnorris10 i’m not being silly. you know what you did.
joshnorris10 @/bradytkachuk HELP
bradytkachuk @/joshnorris10 try matty because this is out of my skill set
joshnorris10 @/matthew_tkachuk HELP
matthew_tkachuk @/yourusername little mouse, josh doesn't know what he did and he'd like to mend things with you
yourusername @/matthew_tkachuk grrrrrrr
matthew_tkachuk @/joshnorris10 there! progress!
joshnorris10 @/matthew_tkachuk how is that progress?!
matthew_tkachuk @/joshnorris10 she doesn't argue with me so she'd have to be really mad to do that
jackhughes @/matthew_tkachuk teach me your ways
matthew_tkachuk @/jackhughes that's out of my skill set
user23 plot twist: sissy doesn't like josh because he stole her best friend
jackhughes i'd like everyone to know that sissy texted me a zoomed in video of brady pushing quinn and said "tag yourself i'm brady"
yourusername it's on sight next time i see you
jackhughes i also said i was brady?
_quinnhughes why are we pushing me? don't push me?
yourusername @_quinnhughes no i'm pushing jack
jackhughes @_quinnhughes i'm pushing you
lhughes_06 dibs on pushing sissy
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yourusername @/lhughes_06 you're so sweet to me! i love you, lukey moosey!
lhughes_06 @/yourusername i love you, too, sissy!
trevorzegras @/yourusername i love you, forever! don't forget that!
yourusername @/trevorzegras i could never❤️ i love you, always
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Sooo, as has been evident from me rambling so often about it, I’ve been reading a lot of Genshin fics lately (specifically Sumeru centered ones), and it is so funny to see how headcanons and AUs change between the releases of the characters.
Ofc, this sticks out to me especially with Haikaveh cos Kaveh got released so late for showing up so early and ppl ran far with their ideas. One of the biggest theories was (and I think still kinda is) is that Alhaitham is or at least is linked to the Scarlet King bcs his eyes have the same shape as the eye portrayed in the Forbidden Knowledge cutscene.
After the quests came out where you find out about King Deshret’s and the Goddess of Flowers’ relationship, ofc ppl started to push Alhaitham and Kaveh in the respective roles, which, ngl, I totally vibe with. Even more so cos I can only image the Goddess of Flowers with Nilou’s kinda personality (since her outfit is supposed to look like the Goddess) and the thought of her reincarnation still being good hearted beyond believe, yet also a fucking idiot with anger issues is so fucking funny.
However, the theory I personally even more subscribe to, is that both Alhaitham and Kaveh, at least in an design aspect, represent the Scarlet King. I cannot by God find the one vid that talked about it, but they laid out a lot of design specifics that rly did make sense. This ofc, made me think a lot about it too.
Alhaitham could represent King Deshret’s mind and rational side, the part of him that made him a genius and good leader. As much as Alhaitham acts as if he sucks as a leader, which from a personality standpoint might be true, his abilities and critical mind say otherwise. Alhaitham is strategic and very wise for his age, but also curious and ambitious about the knowledge he seeks. He is not without fault either, as, despite him saying he acts only out of self interest, he still does act very arrogantly and above others.
Kaveh on the other hand shows King Deshret’s soul. Clever and curious in his own right, Kaveh seeks out knowledge not only to learn and understand but because his emotions drive him to reach for it. Kaveh has a bleeding heart and follows its voice more often than his mind’s, yet that makes him empathetic to people and care about them, which we know the Scarlet King was known for as well (caring for his people, that is). His emotions and self-sacrificial nature are his crux as well, though, and lead him close to his own downfall time and time again, much as it happened with King Deshret.
Both Alhaitham and Kaveh make up the body. As is evident how haywire the theories went when the Forbidden Knowledge quest came out, Alhaitham’s eyes bear a strong physical resemblance to Deshret’s supposed eyes. Not to mention, we know Deshret is often described as powerful, so I wouldn't be surprised if Alhaitham’s body build is part of that too. For Kaveh, in that one video I mentioned they said that Kaveh’s attire seems to represent some sort of royalty. Also, in a world quest, though I don’t remember which one (i think either aranara or djini) the NPC you travel with says the traveler reminds them of King Deshret, especially the golden hair, which ofc also works for Kaveh.
(Mind you, I havent dived that deeply into Deshret lore and I did zone out during the world quests often, so pls do correct me if I say sth stupid.)
So yeah, the two sides of the same coin. We already know these two have been designed as perfect mirrors to each other, in their ideologies, personalities all the way to their colour schemes, but with regarding the headcanon they’re both aspects of the Scarlet King, it’s also an interesting analogy to think it’s Deshret’s different sides clashing with each other.
Yes, yes they’re basically the Left Brain Right Brain meme for King Deshret.
Also, as I’ve said, I’ve read my fair share of fics with the Scarlet King reincarnation, which is usually Alhaitham. I am honestly too lazy to write a whole ass fic about it, but you can bet your ass my mind has conjured up enough stuff to fill a few pages. To finally get it outta my head tho, I will just ramble here instead.
I personally don’t think that Alhaitham and Kaveh are reincarnations of Deshret, even though it’d make sense why his body and mind would be two separate entities, as he split himself to avoid spreading more Forbidden Knowledge. I see it more as the two being “blessed” with parts of his soul or something.
Ngl, the whole thing came to me during the one World Quest where you clear up the sandstorm above King Deshret’s Mausoleum and you get to this big platform on top. I dunno, it just looked so cool and it made me think of how this could have been a ritual site or something. So, perfect place for some foreign memories to invade your brain, no?
Also, you cannot tell me the Akademiya wasn’t frothing at the mouth when the Mausoleum finally became accessible. I’d assume they’d send research teams up there after the Traveler cleared the place, and it would seem logical for both Alhaitham and Kaveh to be interested in the place, their respective curiosities spurred by the fragment of Deshret inside them.
They and a small group of scholars take it upon themselves to scope the place out, and eventually end up at the top of the pyramid. Kaveh would marvel at such a grand stage so high up in the air, being able to see into the far reaches of the desert. But he also feels trepidation in his soul, though he brushes it off.
Alhaitham and him conduct their respective researches, Alhaitham jutting down any interesting runes and scripts he finds on the podium, while Kaveh sketches the many columns and the scenery behind, his mind running wild trying to understand how such impossible structures hold. But as he stands at the edge, looking out upon the empty desert with its many ruins, a thought pops into his head.
The desert should not be dead like this.
It’s then that Kaveh feels something shift inside him. Sensations rush over him, the sun beating down on him so differently than just moments ago, the air smelling not of sand and dust but of spices and flowers, the stillness of the desert filled with the distant rush of a city well lived in and people calling him yet not shouting his name.
Kaveh stumbles back to the middle of the podium, only for Alhaitham to meet him halfway. They stare at each other with wide eyes, stare at the other but seeing reflections of themselves. Kaveh bores into Alhaitham’s intense gaze, seeing the many questions and the fierce determination to solve each and everyone of them reflect in those piercing pupils of his, and thinks:
Only a gaze as steeled as mine is fit for a king.
Alhaitham roams his eyes over Kaveh, over his golden hair reflecting the sun, making it almost blinding to look at, over proud shoulders, pushed back to straighten his stance, over calloused hands, twitching in the need to create, and thinks:
Only a presence as loud and vibrant as mine can win over my people.
The spell is broken as fast as it had come when one of the scholars of their group asks for their assistance. Kaveh and Alhaitham busy themselves with helping out the rest of the research group for the remainder of the stay to not let those intrusive thoughts resurface and really just hope that it was some weird hallucination caused by the heat or dehydration or something.
Lucky them, it wasn’t.
And really, all this fancy dressing in the form of a story just to come to the one headcanon stuck in my head: If both Alhaitham and Kaveh are the Scarlet King, and they were to inherit his memories, I believe they’d experience them differently.
Alhaitham would have tangible memories, thoughts that’d pop into his head unbridled. He’d see the tension between Desert folk and the people of the forest and think “This is not what we fought for.”. He’d run across Cyno, discuss matters of the Akademiya with him and think “As competent and loyal as ever, just as is to be expected of my General.”. He’d meet with Nahida and think “No matter the shape she takes, her wisdom remains the same.”.
Kaveh on the other hand would experience the memories with sensations. He’d witness a fight between the matra and Emerites and be transported to a battlefield, as countless shouts and clanking metal were heard while the unmistakable taste of blood sat heavy on his tongue. He’d look at scholars disassembling a Primal Construct and his hands would itch for his tools while his heart sped up in excitement, even if Kaveh knew his knowledge of such machines was limited. He’d watch Nilou dance in the Grand Bazar and almost buckle under the mix of elation, yearning and unfathomable grief that overtook him.
(it would also be funny the other way around, as in, experience the memories with the parts “missing” from them. Though Kaveh, being the overthinker he is, would have an easier time cos his head is filled all the time with thoughts anyways. Alhaitham would have a real crisis though lmao)
At the end of the day they’d come home to each other, stand face to face and stare into a mirror of themselves, all the while the edges would start to blur and it’d become increasingly difficult to know where one of them started and the other ended.
I dunno where I’d even go with this story, in all honesty. I personally don’t like the kinda fics where King Deshret actually “awakens” and either takes over or integrates into the person he wakes up as. I think I’d push a story like this more into the territory of this experience making the two learn more about themselves and each other. As in, since they both “derive from” the same person, even if they’re steadfast in their own beliefs, they’re kinda forced to actually see from the other perspective as well. While this would probably lead to even more arguments, I believe it’d also manage to blunt their edges and while they still can’t agree with each other, they understand and therefore don’t always go on the defensive with counter points at the ready.
Tho, if both are considered King Deshret, would that count as self-cest.
#genshin impact#alhaitham#kaveh#king deshret#headcanon#does this count as an au?#bascially just going wild with the idea of both alhaitham and kaveh being deshret#or parts of him#and i might have written down a prompt for a fic#woooops
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inspiration saturday + a snippet
so i've been kinda down lately and haven't been on here much but i decided i wanted to post something today. sooo, inspiration saturday and a little snippet bc i want to.
last episode gave me insp for my kinda grey's anatomy au! so here you go!
Eddie's bar becomes one of his favorite places to be in little time. The man is kind and funny in that kind of dry, dark sense of humor that has Buck snorting and chuckling in a way he hasn't done in a long time. Not to mention that he finds out about Eddie's kid, who's adorable.
Buck also loves the look in Eddie's eyes every time he talks about Chris— his eyes light up and he smiles so big, genuine and sweet and showing his pointy canines that Buck finds frankly adorable and kinda hot (he may fantasize about Eddie biting his neck and pressing him against bed late at night but that's between Buck and God) and it makes these little wrinkles in the corner of Eddie's eyes appear.
So, yeah. If Buck's not working at the hospital, he spends his days at the bar— either annoying the crap out of Eddie as the man serves him drink after drink, or behind the bar… also annoying the crap out of Eddie but helping out with customers in the process.
Everything goes to hell when the rest of the resident's class shows up, though.
Buck can feel their eyes on him as he cleans the counter. He tenses and feels his skin crawl, knowing he’s being watched and judged and probably being made fun of.
It’s not fair, Buck thinks, not that his opinion matters. He wants to look back at them and scream, I didn’t know! It wasn't my fault!, but of course it would be in bane. They wouldn’t believe him. They already made up their minds about him.
"Hey, man." Eddie steps closer to him, his shoulder brushing against Buck's. He looks worried, warm brown eyes searching for his. "Are you okay?"
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#inspiration saturday#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buck x eddie#buddie fic#911 fic#my wips#my writing#grey's anatomy au
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The Owl House Is A Bit of A Mixed Bag When It Comes To Ships
The Owl House is a show that I love a lot, but when it comes to relationships I have some mixed feelings. Now, I don't hate ships in TOH but I do have some issues with them.
The Good
First let's start of with the good; one of the things I like about how TOH handles its ships is how they don't overtake the plot or anything, which is a pretty easy trap that any show with romance can fall into (looking at you Star vs). There's also no bullshit romance drama in the show (the closest thing we get to that is Luz not opening up in S2 EP11 and EP14 but that was about it and its also executed in a way that's not absolutely insufferable).
Lumity is also the show's best relationship; it's gradually built up over the course of season 1 and the first half of season 2 and they are legitimately pretty cute together. Ships like Veesha and Aladraius are also pretty neat. So now let's get into...
The Problems
NOTE: Any issues I have with TOH's ships are most likely due to the shortening, so take my critiques with a grain of salt. Also there will be some criticism levidied towards Huntlow and Reada, if you don't like that don't read the rest of this post.
I think my issues with TOH's ships have to come with the ship's themselves, mainly Raeda and Huntlow. Lumity is good as I already said but the other two have a few issues. First I'ma talk about Huntlow; I don't hate Huntlow as a ship, It's OK, I just think it could have been done a bit better.
The ship mainly suffers from being less developed than Lumity, as Willow and Hunter don't really have that much-developed chemistry with each other. There is one interesting thing about the ship though, that being how they are both young witchlings that were shunned for not being born strong and called a "half-a-witch". That is an interesting parallel, but I don't really think the show develops they're relationship beyond that. The ship is just kinda underdeveloped which is my main problem with it, they're relationship just isn't that fleshed out to me, and as a result, it feels a little bit rushed.
I WILL say though, the moment they had in FTF is cute, it's neat harmless little fan service that doesn't take away from the plot or characters, which is nice.
But overall Huntlow isn't terrible but I have my fair share of issues with it. I honestly feel like this ship has more developed chemistry in fan works than in canon. Like, seriously, Willow and Hunter are incredibly cute together in a lot of Huntlow fan works more than in the actual show.
Anyways, now let's get into...Raeda. I've already talked about this ship before and why I personally don't care for it so I won't go too in depth here, but Raeda to me just suffers from how Raine, as a character, is heavily defined by Eda, and they don't have much depth outside of that. If Raine as a character had more independence from Eda I would have liked this ship a lot more, but they don't.
Again, my issues of Huntlow and Raeda are purely there because of the shortening. If the show wasn't shortened than Huntlow would've definitely been more developed, and Raine would have been a better character with more actual development beyond "Eda's ex".
Conclusion
So ya, that's my thoughts on TOH ships. The shipping in the show isn't bad but I think it could've been better, though again, it's worth mentioning the show got shortened so these problems aren't necessarily its fault, buuuuuut my points still stand. So....bye.
#toh critical#toh criticism#toh#the owl house#toh analysis#not tagging this anti huntlow because I really don't hate the ship#I just think it's ok#anti raeda#also you are perfectly allowed to ship whatever you want#I'm just experssing my opinions on TOH's ships
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Do immortals who teach need permission or be recognized by heaven to do so? Or are they free to teach whoever they decide to take as students? Are the immortals who teach affiliated with or at the service of heaven? Or do the immortal masters who teach need to follow certain rules? for example, I see that nezha's master and others in Investiture of the Gods seem not to have married even though for immortals, it is possible. Like, what kind or types of immortals are there?
Do immortals who teach need permission or be recognized by heaven to do so?
Kinda that is the case, at least that is what I have always thought. I can't say the precise logistics but the only immortals I have seen teaching are the ones that Heaven has dubbed as true immortals. So fair to say that it would be the case that only true immortals teach or it is that only those strong enough to gain the title of true immortal are the only ones smart and powerful enough to teach.
Anyone can teach really but to start a school and make claim to both a cave and a mountain takes a lot of power so it would be hard for just any bogus immortal to just try to start a school unless they are also strong enough to show merit.
Or are they free to teach whoever they decide to take as students?
Any immortal is responsible for their students. If a teacher wants to take the risk of taking on any student then that means the risk of a teacher being also at fault if the student ever gets into trouble. As such finding an immortal teacher can be hard not only because they are hard to find, also because you need to impress them with potential, but also have them be tied to you forever is a lot to ask of a teacher. Heaven doesn't approve or disapprove of teaching but they do have it that if immortals are making new immortals then the teachers are responsible for what students they produce.
So with that in mind no teacher would want to teach someone deemed a criminal by heaven else they would be an accomplice to their crimes.
Are the immortals who teach affiliated with or at the service of heaven?
Immortals that teach are often true immortals and thus are worshipped to some level. In most cases, you see that while they are not gods they are still under the Jade Emporer as they are Daoist immortals and thus must follow heaven's law. They are not part of the direct hierarchy but rather more as consultants and even advisors depending on their power and strength. All gods were once Daoist pupils to some degree and it is through their Daosit teacher that they are able to enter heaven with their skills. If anything they could be considered a recruitment office since their students are most likely to gain merit and either join heaven's army or become heavenly servants.
Or do the immortal masters who teach need to follow certain rules?
I can't say that there is much of a difference between how heaven runs things to each individual school but I would say it is safe to assume they are of similar mindsets.
for example, I see that nezha's master and others in Investiture of the Gods seem not to have married even though for immortals, it is possible.
You would not find many immortals marrying that is true. Mostly because they are dedicated to their craft and so starting a family would either hinder that or only have it that the immortal of the family would outlive their partner or children if they fail at cultivation. I know that gods cannot marry but I'm pretty sure that immortals can have relationships just that it is rarely the case. People who want families and settle down are not usually people who spend thousands of years to self-cultivate and gain powers.
Like, what kind or types of immortals are there?
I believe there are four but I could be mistaken:
Greater Immortals
Lesser Immortals
Greater Bogus Immortals
Less Bogus Immortals
When it comes to demons they are often referred to 'bogus' immortals as I can assume that means they are not recognized as immortals by heaven. Immortals that are often the ones seen by heaven and what I can assume their death date in the book of death are submitted to be removed until further notice, however, bogus immortals cannot submit their immortality status as they are either demons or criminals. I tried seeing if anyone else has talked about this and JTTWR has a little list provided!
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The Mask
"Does your dad know?" Casey Jones asked as he threw a rock at one of the five cans that sat a fair distance away from him and the turtle next to him, he missed. They were on the rooftop again, their rooftop, the same one.
"Yes... It's technically his fault." The turtle said, eyes never leaving the human, he had collected a few rocks as per Casey's request. The human had to find something to do, he couldn't sit still for long.
"It is? How? Did he like, say you were too freaky for the guys?" The human wondered aloud as he went over to Mikey to grab another rock.
"Do you think I'm freaky?" He almost cut Casey off with how quickly he asked, grabbing Casey's wrist to grab his attention.
It worked as Casey's eyes snapped up to Mikey's and that same shiver went through him, so cold. Casey opened his mouth to answer.
"You can't lie to me. I know lies, they're as familiar as breathing oxygen." Mikey's head tilted a bit as he carefully observed Casey's face, icy eyes memorizing every detail.
The human hesitated, that was something he hadn't felt in a bit, fight or flight. That's weird, it's just Mikey...
"Okay... Yeah, kinda, but!" Casey glanced at the grip that Mikey had on his wrist, he could feel the cold through his sleeve. "It's not a bad thing though, plenty of people say I'm freaky." He dismisses with a nervous smile.
Mikey's eyes scanned from his forehead to his chin one more time before he finally let go, allowing Casey to take a rock from the pile he held in his arms. Casey held the rock for a second, it was his turn to look at Mikey's face, trying to observe in much the same way. But it gave no results as Mikey's face was stone cold, conveying no emotion, as monotone as his voice. He was staring again, he turned back to the cans lined up on the wall, "So... that it?"
"Not exactly... He was afraid."
"Really?" He missed again, cursing a bit under his breath as he got another rock from Mikey, he was starting to wonder if Mikey ever blinked. "Splinter don't come off as the, oh shit I'm scared of my kid type. He didn't like... treat you like shit behind your brothers' back did he?"
"No, he only expressed... concern. When we were very young, he simply expressed that perhaps it'd be better if I tried being a child. He thought I was acting a bit older than I was."
Casey had missed again, too focused on paying attention to Mikey. "Shit, sorry, I swear I'm usually better at this... But anyway." Those eyes, Leo had blue eyes too but they weren't anywhere near like Mikey's, and then it clicked. "Ooohhh... He said you should act like a kid."
"So I did." Mikey confirmed as this time he brought the rock to Casey. "Aside from my brothers, the only other media we had access to were comic books and cartoons. I built my mask with them as a guide. It stuck."
As Casey took the rock, Mikey quickly grabbed Casey's hand this time, the human's fight or flight almost kicked in again as he jumped. It's just Mikey, seriously Jones, keep your cool. Why did Mikey make him so jumpy?
"For the longest time that's all we had in terms of human exposure. Just shows and comics..." Mikey let the other rocks drop onto their nearby wall, using his other hand to take Casey's fingerless glove off.
Both confused and curious, Casey let him, something in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't be letting Mikey be so casual this close.
The turtle's fingers traced Casey's knuckles of each finger, "I knew you were warm, but it's different to actually feel it." He traced Casey's palm with his thumb, it caused the human to shiver again. "And all our differences..." His thumb went down to Casey's wrist, under his sleeve, right at his pulse. Mikey's eyes snapped back up to Casey's and the human almost forgot to breathe.
"Your heart..." Mikey stepped closer, they were inches apart, no doubt Mikey could feel Casey's breathing. Had it quickened? Did he actually forget to breathe?
"It's beating..."
What's happening?
"So fast..."
Was this...?
"I feel it..."
Fear...?
"In your blood..."
They were almost pressed against each other now with how close they were. Mikey's thumb was still on his pulse. Casey couldn't help as he gulped, looking into those cold eyes, so close now. Was he seeing things or were the blues in his eyes shifting a bit?
He doesn't know how much time passed, just them staring at each other. They were just staring at each other and Casey could feel the adrenaline start to flood his system, acting as though he was about to get in a fight. And then those eyes of ice were backing away as a rock was placed back into his now bare hand. Without a word, Mikey stepped back and went back to leaning against the wall.
Casey stared at Mikey for a few more seconds before looking down at the rock, turning it over in his palm a few times. He slowly exhaled, his breathing and heart calming down a bit before he looked back towards the cans and threw.
He smirked as he heard the satisfying clank of rock hitting metal, the can falling down into an alley below. The human looked back at the icy turtle.
Mikey had gotten into the habit of letting his mask hang around his neck to show Casey he had dropped his persona, as such, there it currently lay, rustling a bit as a light breeze brushed past.
Casey then smiled in satisfaction as the adrenaline calmed down "Ha!" He chuckled a bit as he pointed at Mikey who tilted his head much like a dog's when it's confused, ignoring the slight shaking of his ungloved hand, "You do blink!"
And for the first time since they started having their meetings, Casey saw one of Mikey's genuine true smiles. "Yes, I do."
#tmnt#tmnt au#tmnt 2012#mikey x casey#teenage mutant ninja turtles#yandere mikey#tmnt mikey#tmnt casey jones#obsession#unmasked mikey#tmnt fanfiction#yandere#tmnt casey 2012#casey jones
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