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kcrossvine-art · 1 month

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Hi fellow adventurers!! A few weeks ago i caught wind of "Delicious in Dungeon". I'm not really an anime person, but I am a TTRPG, CRPG, and cooking person- . And holy shit. It is so good i convinced my partner to binge read the whole thing. I'm caught up on dungeon meshi, the anime, and just yesterday i also finished dungeon meshi, the manga.

Its rare to come across a serialized story that is so thematically cohesive and knows its characters so well. All of the bonus content like the artbooks and monster tidbits are just the icing on top.

So, inspired by Ryōko Kui's writing and illustration I'm going to attempt to create a recipe for every single Delicious in Dungeon recipe!-

Today that means Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot is on the menu!

(As always you can find the cooking instructions and full ingredient list under the break-)

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot?” YOU MIGHT ASKThis is one of the pricier dishes until we get to the kelpies and dragons of the menu-

Rock lobster tail

Porcini mushrooms

Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus

Small potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water

OPTIONAL: your choice of dipping sauces

There was a crossover/promotional event in Shibuya which featured various realworld dishes from the series. They had one for Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom, but they used prawns. while those cook better in a hotpot, they also didn't look enough like the scorpion for me, they also used udon noodles for the slime and a seaweed/kale(?) mixture for the algae. If you're looking for substitutes due to price or availability i would start with those ingredients.

AND, “what does a Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom hotpot taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASKI hope Senshi would forgive me for technically cooking the lobster outside the pot, once he tastes it.

Okay im always partial to veggies but wowowowowowowoowowowow the snow fungus and the mushrooms tasted soooooooooooo good in the lobster stock

A nice delicate layering of different flavors

Try to get a bite with the lobster meat and shiitake together, dip in butter then chili- trust me

Its up to you what texture you prefer if you want to put the noodles in at the end or put them in halfway through the meal. Either way dont go for eating those first as theyre very filling

I think this would pair well with a citrus drink, something light and clarifying

This would also pair well with being extremely high and hungry (if you feel safe cooking while inebriated lol) very calorically dense

For the trial run I did one lobster tail in the pot with everything else, and one lobster tail off to the side to be picked apart. The former is more in spirit with a hotpot, but it got rubbery as the meal went on and lost its nice taste. The latter may be a bit more work but all you have to do still is boil it and set it aside. I found it held up much better. It was also easier to get inside the shell.

. If you have hardshell maine lobster available, i think it would be superior to rock lobster (keep in mind crustaceans will get rubbery if cooked too long in the pot) . Green onions and/or lotus root would make excellent additions

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From getting the ingredients out to sitting down and eating, id say it took maybe 30 minutes max? It'd vary on how fast you can prep vegetables and get the various implements heated.

Hotpots are not something i do very often as i'm usually just feeding myself. I think thats why a hotpot makes perfect sense to start the series off. If you want to set the tone of "take care of yourself, eat food with others, and use what you have" (generally speaking) there is nothing more simplistic, flexible, and defeats-the-purpose-if-you-eat-it-alone than a hotpot. Gather around and let your friends bring ingredients to the pot if you want to fill your heart up extra full <3

I'm doing something different here because unlike previous recipes where i used a bunch of different sources and made my own recipe out of hodge-podging it, or just used another persons recipe entirely if they did it really well, i made this more whole-cloth based off of what i had available, what I could discover through research, and my existing knowledge. Instead of the recipe being 50/50 original, this one is more 20/80. So. I'll pass the final verdict off to you guys :D

What would you rate this recipe out of 10? (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.) Did you love it, did you hate it? What're your thoughts on what I could do different, and what would you have done instead?

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Ingredients:

2 Rock lobster tails

3 Porcini mushrooms

2 Shiitake mushrooms

Snow fungus (a good handful, should rehydrate in the hotpot)

2 Small waxy potatos

Fensi (glass noodles)

Water/lobster stock

Method:

Lightly rinse all of your vegetables beforehand and let them dry.

Vertically slice the porcini mushrooms. Cut off and dice the stems of the shiitake mushrooms. You can slice the tops if youd like.

Peel and cube the potatoes, roughly an inch each.

For the lobster tails; Boil a pot of salted water. Keep the shell on. Weigh the largest tail and add 1 minute of cooking time for every ounce of weight.

When done, strain the lobster from the water. Pour the water into your hotpot as the base. Serve the lobster on the side so people can pick the meat out to dip into the hotpot.

Bring the hotpot to a simmer. Add the potato cubes, snow fungus, mushrooms, and noodles.

OPTIONAL: this wasnt in the show, but its fun having sauces on the side :) i had oyster sauce, dry seasoned chili dip, melted butter, and soy sauce available

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #cooking #digital art

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hazbinhotelxreader · 2 months

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Sub! Carmilla x dom!fem reader smut

Words: 1.6k

“Good Girl”

A/n: yall this came into my mind yesterday and I need this, and from the comments I got I can tell you all need it too pookies☺️❤️

Warnings: BTSM, leash and

Collaring, submissive Carmilla, needy Carmilla, dominant reader, soft sex, gentle sex, fingering, oral, praising, rough sex, reader is a power/dominate bottom, Carmilla is a submissive top, scissoring

Info: Carmilla is busy with work and

You, her precious wife, comes over to give her a little..surprise. Reader is a power/dominate bottom. Carmilla is a submissive top

Carmilla sat at her desk in her office, writing some acceptance letters from requests. You were holding something behind your back as you walk over to her room, knocking softly in a familiar pattern. “Come in” Carmilla says gently. You walk into the room and Carmillas gaze softened, though she went back to writing and didn’t see you hiding something. “Hello mi amor, what is it that you need?”

You smirk softly and walk closer to her. “Nothin..just checking in on my favorite girl.” You say and get closer.

“Hmm..aren’t you sweet” she says while still not looking at you, writing down some acceptance letters still. Sighing and still trying to get her attention, you move to sit on her lap, though she easily managed to write with you on her. “Is there a reason you’re so clingy?” She asked gently, her eyes focused on the papers before her.

Groaning softly at her lack of attention, you reminded yourself why your here. You took advantage of her unaware state and pulled the thing you were hiding behind your back. A heavy duty, thick, metal collar. You move the collar to the weapon dealers neck and click it on.

Carmilla feels the cold metal hit her neck and blinked a couple of times before looking down and seeing the collar. “..what is this for?” She asked and finally you got her attention. With a satisfied smirk you teasingly trace her jaw.

“Oh you know…I kind of wanted you to myself..” you say to your wife, which she let out a slightly annoyed groan.

“My love, can’t you see I’m busy-“ you didn’t even let her finish her sentence before putting your index finger into the collars ring and pulling it, causing Carmilla to gasp in surprise, she could feel the heat between her legs.

“Oh? Did you like that?” You let out another satisfied smirk as you give it another tug. Carmilla hit her bottom lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to loose control in this situation. You get off your wife’s lap and pull her by the collar, pulling her to your guys shared room. Keeping a good grip on her collar while pulling her onto the bed with you.

You pull her over you, collar still in hand. “Oh you look so cute like this..” you tease her and kiss her right underneath the collar on her neck.

“Just wait till I get out of this-“ once again you, you cut her off with another tug, slightly rougher than the last. This time she couldn’t hold back her moan or sounds of pleasure and pain.

“No..not tonight. Tonight I’m in charge. Okay baby?” You say with a small smirk and lustful eyes as you pull her closer by the collar. She let out a small growl from the bottom off her throat but nods, having no choice but to listen to you in this situation. “Good girl..and since you like this little collar so much, why don’t we take it up a notch?” You move one of your hands under the pillow and pull out a matching leash to go with her collar, you put it there earlier, you were prepared.

Carmillas breath hitched as a small coat of blush covered her cheeks, her gorgeous red and white eyes averted away from yours as she nods. “Good girl..I knew you’d want this.” You praise and put the leash on with a satisfying click. Testing it out you give it a nice tug, causing Carmilla to get pulled forward and get caught off balance.

“Be careful..” she demands softly, her breath a little shaky from the tugs. You look up at her and smile.

“I’ll be as carful or as rough as I wish darling~” you smirk and pull her again to get her closer to your face, her arms do her best to hold herself up. Once she’s close enough you immediately make contact with her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately while pushing your tongue into her warm mouth. Moaning softly, she swirls her tongue around yours, while you remain in control.

You wrap the leash around one of your arms to hold her down on you better and use your other hand to pull the back of her head to deepen the kiss. You let out a groan as she does as well, her large hands digging into the sheets while her eyes shut softly. Taking the lead, you start to unbutton her shirt with one of your hands, separating the kiss, then pulling it off of her and through the leash. She lets out a soft sigh and rested her head into your chest, blushing while you unclip her bra.

Your breath hitched as her soft breasts bounce out, her nipples hard from arousal. Pulling the leash again, you pull her chest up to your face and greedily take one nipple into your mouth. She lets out a soft gasp and groan, shutting her eyes and holding onto the sheet harder. “mi amor..joder, joder..” she said breathlessly in Spanish, making you moan at her tone and the romantic language

Your tongue swirled around her hardened nipple, causing it to go softer. You pull away from it and move your mouth over to her neglected nipple, latching onto it. “Ngh..~” Carmilla made a soft noise of pleasure, gripping onto the sheets tighter than before, close to ripping them with her large powerful fingers.

After giving that nipple attention you pull the leash again and flip Carmilla onto her back, now straddling her still clothed lap. She looked up at you, showing submission and understanding that you were in complete control. You start to kiss her neck softly, leaving small love bites around her chest so they won’t be exposed for tomorrows meeting she has. “I’m gonna take good care of you my love..” you say softly and seductively to her, before rubbing her inner thighs.

“Mmm..I know mi Amor..please hurry..” she begged softly and closed her eyes, moaning at your gentle and loving rubs. Smiling gently, you take off her skirt, and then pull down her tights carefully and slowly to tease her, smirking as you see her soaked laced panties.

“You’re so ready for me my love~” you say and lift one of her thighs up, kissing up and down her inner thigh closer and closer to her clothed core. Carmilla lets out another moan, practically begging for your touch. Giving in, you pull down her panties and push one of your fingers into her aroused throbbing core.

“Ah~! Yes..! Right there…keep going….” Carmilla moaned out and begged, her large white hands moving up to grip the leash so she could ground herself. You hold the leash tight to make sure she can’t pull away while you thrust in and out of her, adding another finger. Her moans become more needy and her hips buck up, now searching for climax.

“Such a good girl..you’re so desperate for me aren’t you?” You smirk gently and thrust another finger into her, now three fingers in her soaking wet pussy.

“Yes..!” She said breathlessly and panting while you pound into her. You continued to pound and thrust into her with your fingers, occasionally giving tugs to her leash and collar to remind her who is in control right now. Finally you feel her walls close onto your fingers, signaling she’s close to her climax, thrusting harder to drive out her release, her back arches in pleasure. “I’m close..please..” her voice breathless and more whiny as she finally reached her orgasm.

You feel her warm cum fall into your hand, you continue to pump in and out off her, milking her every last drop. She pants softly under you, blushing and her eyes closed and hazed.

You hold onto the leash still as you start to unbutton your own pants, your core aroused and in desperate need of release as well. Pulling off your pants and panties, you toss them to the side and then separate her legs a little, throwing one of your legs over hers, connecting your neglected clit with her sore one. You let out a surprised moan and gasp, shutting your eyes while you start to grind against hers, the leash and collar tugging at her neck with every movement.

She lets out more moans, her hands gripping the leash even tighter, her mouth slightly agape while she grinds back into you. “So good..so so good…” she groaned.

“I know..” you moaned back with your eyes shut tight, the wet noises of your wet cunts moving together filled the room along with your moans and groans mixing together. Grinding and bucking both of your hips wildly, you and Carmilla both let out a cry and reach your climax together. Your orgasm drips down Carmillas, covering her thighs and some getting into her. You separate yourself from Carmilla, no matter how much you didn’t want to, and panted, letting go of the leash and unclipping it off of her neck. “Good girl..good job..” you praise and kiss her neck.

“Thank you mi amor..” she thanks as she rests her head on your shoulder, satisfied and exhausted.

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aceyogurt · 29 days

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Part-time romance

Pairing: Vox x GN reader

WC: 3k

A/n: PT ONE FINALLY UP WHOOOOOOOO…. This chapter is a lot of set up so no sexual tension yet sorry guys 😔, but I promise it’s still entertaining!

Nine years you’ve been in hell, and frankly compared to others, it wasn’t the worst. When you first fell you were smart enough to gain a good understanding of hell and its system before falling into the system of power and soul exchanges. While the idea of selling your soul to an overload didn’t sound optimal, neither did being weak and likely killed in an extermination. That's why you decided to work under the contract as your best option for the time being, ten years you worked under Velvet, one of the Vee’s, and in exchange, you had protection and decent pay. Luckily you were smart enough to go over the fine print and not be a slave to them but, still, they had lots of power over you. You didn't work close to them in the beginning though so it worked out.

In your life, before the fall you were a high-positioned manager for a company. So, you had the appropriate knowledge to climb up the ladder quickly, scoring you higher pay and closer relations to the Vees. Velvet was the one who took an interest in you after you were recently promoted and met her in a meeting. She loved your sense of fashion and you guys hit off well.

So, now here you are working almost top of the ladder and friends with your boss, an overlord of hell, life was pretty nice! Well other than your love life… but let’s be real who has one in hell? Anyways you and Velvet were doing your weekly recap at a new bar and she was ranting about how much of a bitch Val was being. “And then that pissbaby fucking ruined my shoot” She stared at you for a moment snapping her fingers “Oi you listening to me? What's up with you? You never do this, out of it.” you sigh putting your phone down. “Sorry, we recently got some new hires and they've been driving me insane, plus a date I had yesterday sucked.” “I get you girl dealing with co-workers drives me insane too… As for your love life, you don't need one trust me, you're too hot for any mid-low life, plus men suck.” you laugh at her comment which was likely a means to cheer you up before, going back to the topic of Valentino ruining Velvet's shoot.

“I told you before you gonna stress yourself out if you refuse to get some kind of assistance!” velvet protested at Vox. “Vel, I'll be fine, I'm capable of taking care of things myself. I don't understand why you are so prominent about this whole getting an assistant.” It takes everything in Velvet not to slap Vox right there as she looks at him like he's stupid, “I'm not saying you have to have someone do your work but, having someone to help you manage things would sure as hell help you not be so pissy all the time! I'm just trying to give you advice and it's like the wires in you start short-circuiting at the idea!” Vox sighs, pressing a hand across his screen before replying. “Look, as much as I appreciate you trying to help, I can handle it myself, getting an assistant will just create more work for me anyway. And I'd prefer to deal with the least amount of idiots possible since we have to deal with Val every day.” Velvet opens up her phone still talking to Vox, “You bloody right about the Piss Baby but, my point is what if we get you an assistant who isn't an idiot?” Vox raised an eyebrow “Got someone in mind” Velvet smiled already shooting a text to a certain someone, “of course”

Velvet 💕

Cancel wtvr you’re doing I need to talk to u

You

Am I in trouble

???

Ok geez I'm coming

“Took you long enough girl, I thought you weren't coming,” Velvet said leaning back in a nearby chair and scrolling on her phone, “well when you ask someone mid-workday to drop everything they're doing it takes them a minute to get somewhere,” you reply slightly annoyed as you sit down grabbing a bottle of water. “Yeah yeah, let's cut it to the point so I'm not wasting your precious time. Starting Tomorrow you'll be Vox’s assistant or whatever.” you choke on the water. “I'm sorry WHAT” asked a bit louder than necessary. Velvet rolls her eyes, placing her phone down, “Vox needs an assistant to help manage his shitstorm of a workload, and because he won't settle for just anyone I figured you'd be the perfect demon for the position. After all, you don't like your job now anyway so it's a win-win!” You slump down in your seat “How am I supposed to have my current job figured out in one day? It'll be a disaster and the whole team will fall apart!” Velvet shrugs “I wouldn't worry about it I'm sure a few demons can handle not having you around.” you decide not to argue with her and head back to your office.

The rest of the day you were stressed, trying to manage everything for your departure and making sure the team wouldn't fall apart. Getting home you almost immediately fell asleep not wanting to deal with anything else for the rest of the night.

You woke up two hours earlier than you normally would, whether that was because you wanted to look good or because your nerves were getting to you. Anyways you decided on an outfit and took around an hour to do your makeup and such. Because you had extra time you decided to get some coffee on your way to work, then you headed to the office of the overlord you now work for. You only prayed he wouldn’t be upset about your earliness.

You knocked on the doors of a room that Vox was supposedly in, well it was the room Velvet told you to go to, the doors opened and you began to walk across the bridge that led to a huge TV panel-like area. Each step you took you felt your anxiety build for no particular reason, the echo of your footsteps with each step you took. When you get to the area where you assumed he’d be though, all that was placed was an empty chair. You were going to head back, “you showed up much earlier than Velvet said you were going to arrive.” holy shit you were not expecting him to be right behind you, you got frightened hard “fuck!” you shout before realizing what you said. Your boss ends up laughing at your slip-up, “Oh did I scare you, that's hilarious' ' You bit the inside of your cheek before apologizing, which Vox didn't care much for. He sat at his desk and stared at the screens in front of him, you were waiting for him to speak up but, it seemed you were going to need to make the first move.

“So, Sir, what would you like me to do…?” Vox takes a sip of his coffee staring down at his phone before blankly looking at you, “What- did Velvet not tell you anything?” you look back at him a bit embarrassed, “Not really no…” For the next tenish minutes or so, Vox grudgingly explained to you what he expected of you, which ultimately wasn't a whole lot. You knew he had other assistants in the past to just help with managing his schedule but, when Velvet told you about this job you didn't think it'd be this… But hey, surely over time it'd get better right?

Two weeks later

Yeah, are things getting better? Hell no, the first week was fairly smooth and basic the next week though you and Vox began to talk more, and god was he egotistical. You guys were constantly getting into debates with one another which usually started with you gently criticizing Vox and his decision-making on affairs but, it'd quickly spiral into you guys changing topics into how much the other sucked. Yet despite that, he hadn't fired you yet… Or worse.

Vox was going to be coming in later than usual today because of this meeting he had scheduled with the other Vees so as any normal sinner would do, you just waited at Voxs desk, knowing he was going to come late and you sat in the chair he usually occupied. Was it a bad idea, sure but what the worst that could happen? You were working on some scheduling and afterward scrolled on your phone, and being plagued by boredom you fell asleep.

Vox was on his way after finishing a ‘productive’ meeting with the other Vees which ended up being Vox stopping Valentino from one of his meltdowns, over who knows what. Being drained he just wanted to recharge and figured he’d just have you take care of any events he would need to attend. While he was initially planning to get rid of you the first chance you get because he wasn’t exactly a fan of someone being this close to him for work. Having high expectations of others wasn’t exactly something Vox had, with

good reason, well somewhat, those reasons get overshadowed by his inflated ego.

Quickly though you did end up growing on Vox as an employee, he wasn’t exactly sure what it was about you but, after giving it some thought, he figured it was the fact you were a breath of fresh air instead of the sinners he normally employed. While your attitude he did find absurd sometimes, it was manageable for him since you never stepped too much out of place… You were still more professional than 90% of sinners and overlords he worked with, and you had some brains in your head which again, was something most in hell lacked (probably because the brains they had were fried after the copious amount of drugs they take.)

As Vox was heading towards his desk he heard… snoring? No that couldn’t be right, but as he poked his screen around in view of his chair there you were, fast asleep. Vox did find the fact you fell asleep in his chair funny but, at the same time, he needed to recharge and didn’t want to put up with anyone, including you right now. That being said, it was easy enough for Vox to conjure up another chair he could recharge in for the time being while you were sleeping. If it was any other circumstances Vox probably would’ve yelled at you for the audacity you had to sit and sleep in his chair, instead of working but, that was for another day. For now, Vox just wanted a break…

When you awoke you were greeted by a sight you never expected to see, Vox asleep..? While you were just realizing the situation in yourself still, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself. Even though the situation itself wasn’t what you’d call funny, it was the idea that he fell asleep ironic because, from what you had seen and experienced, Vox was more of a workaholic so being asleep was unlike him.

You took a picture of this moment to show Velvet later when you meet up knowing she’d want to see it herself. The most bizarre thing to you was the fact when Vox was indeed asleep that he would have one of those DVD-type logos bounce around his screen, except this was of The Vee’s logo. While Vox was asleep you thought about how you should be productive but, you didn’t feel the urge to be doing such as of now. What you did feel an urge to do is snoop around your boss's desk and see what you could find. Honestly, you didn’t wish to find anything incriminating (not that it would matter) you were just interested in the overload behind closed doors, and who could blame you?

You started with poking around the general surface area which is when you made the realization you never truly allowed yourself to be familiar with your surroundings. It was spotless with not even a particle of dust occupying the space, but to the sides of the desk, three drawers stacked on one another worked as structural support. You had checked the right side first, and to your disappointment, there was nothing of interest to be found inside. Just some extra wires and such, what’d you expect? When opening the first drawer on the left though that disappointment quickly blossomed into curiosity.

A photo of the radio demon laid flat on it, while at initial glance it might seem ordinary the more you observed it, the more that curiosity inside you grew. To the right of the paper, it was very poorly torn, while most of the image was removed, there was a part that wasn’t removed that grew your curiosity once more, an edge of the TV screen seemed to occupy the space, an older model to be clear, this photo was old. You didn’t take Vox to be exactly the sentimental type, so why would he keep such a thing? You wanted to ask him to figure out this seemingly tragic history but, a hollow pit grew in the back of your stomach because, you knew you couldn’t ask about it, for one you wouldn’t know how he would react and that kind of questioning goes way beyond your relationship with the overlord, and secondly you knew for a fact Vox wouldn’t take kindly to snooping, especially if it was something personal like you suspected. You set the photo back into the drawer the way you found it and decided that it was about time you stopped procrastinating and working.

Vox had awoken a few hours after yourself, his screen slowly adjusted to the setting around him, his vision beginning to turn on. He was greeted with the sight of you, still in his chair, working at his desk. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable” You didn't even bother seeming scared as you hummed, “Yeah, I figured since you were asleep I'd take advantage to work more efficiently.” Vox chucked “Effectively work, sure, whatever you say.” the dripping sarcasm caused you to let out a laugh of your own, “Yep, efficient working is important!~” he nodded in agreement amused by your attitude. While this kind of behavior would usually piss him off you didn't do it to try to come off better than him or cocky.

The rest of the workday went by quickly with you and Vox both having your affairs to deal with, so you only had a small chat here and there. Getting home you slip off your shoes and switch to some comfier clothing. As you were settling down a call appeared on your phone with Velvet’s contact showing up.

“Hey girl how's it going?” Velvet inquired in her usual tone. “Absolutely exhausted Vel, I just got home and can't wait to head to bed.” the conversation went on for a little while longer before you remembered the photo you took earlier today that you wanted to show Velvet. “Oh yeah I forgot to show you, look at this.” you share on your screen as the photo was earlier taken of Vox fast asleep, as you giggled at the photo once more Velvet was kind of shocked. It's not that she had never seen Vox asleep before, or looking as silly as he was at that moment but, the fact he so openly had done it while you were still present was shocking to her. Vox wasn't exactly the type of overlord that'd let anyone see him so normal. His whole persona was a perfect entity with no need for things other sinners might lust for. Yet he so openly broke that persona and you didn't even seem to notice! Velvet played along though figuring she’d inquire about the matter to Vox at a later date.

“Hah, yeah he always looks like that when he sleeps it's hilarious girl.” Velvet soon ended the call because she had ‘matters to attend to’ leaving you in the silence of your loneliness.

“Vox get in here now!” Vox unamused musters his best-interested tone making his way to her, “Whatever could be the problem, my dear?” Velvet then hummed, completely changing her tone with a more sinister undertone, “I just wanted to ask how work has been all” Vox's grin drops, “and since when have you been one for work talk?” Velvet shrugs, “Since when could I not check up on how a friend is doing Vox, after all, you haven’t told me how things have been with your new assistant.” Vox chuckles refilling his coffee mug.

“They’re better than I expected them to be, it’s nice to know some sinners still have any kind of intelligence.” praise wasn't something that was easily given by an overlord such as Vox so Velvet hearing him acknowledge you in a way that wasn't completely condescending made her even more invested. “Is there anything else you need to bug me with, or can I go?” Before she could ask or say anything else Vox was already on his way. (Workaholic bastard-)

While Vox was a bit interested in why Velvet was so curious about your guy's relationship, he also had better things to do than try to understand Velvet’s mind. Right as Vox had gotten you out of his head a notification from your number came through, it was only the changed schedule for tomorrow though. Why would it be anything else though you are just his assistant, nothing more. That being said, why didn’t Vox dislike you, I mean usually whenever Vox has an assistant of some kind they’re not nearly as involved with his work life as you were yet they managed to agitate him much faster than you had. He wrote it off though as you being recommended by Velvet made him have a more positive impression of you. Even if it was something else he didn't care he needed to deal with the Radio Demon being back in town.

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mrsparrasblog · 26 days

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Mission save the human race Pt3.

PT.1. PT.2 PT.4

The next day, you woke up completely sore from your encounter with John, his big, muscular arms were still wrapped around you. He had something of a bear protecting his greatest possession—you.

You tried to wiggle yourself out of his comfortable touch. You needed to look out for Johnny, making sure he was still alive and well.

Well, if something had happened to him, Simon probably would have already shaken you away. He didn't leave Johnny's side for a mere second, always sleeping by his side or on the ground when he took up too much space. He ate his food by his side, and only when you brought up the food for him was he too busy watching over Johnny to walk down the stairs and get food. Before the apocalypse, you aspired to be loved like this—you don't know if it was obsession or unconditinal love, but it was beautiful.

You went to their room, leaving the comfortable teddy bear alone. You entered the room, seeing Simon lying beside Johnny.

"Hello, big boy, everything okay?"

"Big boy, eh?"

"Well, you're built like a brick wall."

"perhaps"

"Hows Johnny"

"asleep"

"You know it's a good sign that he sleeps that much, which means he is healing properly." you said trying to sound as calm as possible.

"I'm afraid," he said, and you wondered if he had ever admitted this to someone before; he didn't seem like a guy who said he was afraid. Well, at least you thought so.

"He is going to be fine."

"He is the last thing I have."

"You have your mates," he just nodded.

You couldn't help but feel incredible anger at yourself for the thoughts that occurred through your mind. He was handsome in a strange way, and you knew sleeping with him would be like a drug. Especially sleeping with both of them together, you wondered if they used you like a toy, one fucking you from behind the other, pressing his hard dick in your mouth. You already felt the arousal dripping between your thighs; your panties were completely soaked. You need to leave this room fast before Simon notices the blush that creeps up on your cheeks, your dulled pupils, and your heavy breathing. You also notice how you press your legs together, desperate for a little friction—even just a slight touch of your sensitive nub.

He looked you up and down and started to smirk. "You're a bit desperate, aren't you?"

You tried to shake your head, showing him that he wanted the case. You weren't desperate, and you didn't have an aching for every one of them.

He suddenly grabbed you roughly by your face, pushing you to his half-naked, warm body. "I saw you yesterday with Price; you looked so pretty when you came."

"You watched us."

"Do you mind? he asked, raising a brow.

"No"

"Good girl"

You squirmed. God, you loved to be called a good girl. It felt so right, especially being his good girl.

"When Johnny is healthy again, I'm going to take care of you." He pulled you to his muscular frame and held you like the world would shatter around you, and then he leaned his lips on you. It wasn't rough like you expected it to be; it was sweet and tender. His lips felt almost magical on top of his. He let go way too fast and then left you, making you feel confused.

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You sat in your room reading some books you've read over three times in this apocalypse, but what else was there to do?. You heard a knock, and then he came in.

"Angel?"

"Yes Alex"

"I wanted to ask for help."

"What's wrong"

"I'm in pain; do you have by any chance pain medications?"

"It depends on which pain?"

"Just sore muscles."

"Wait," you gathered up an ointment for him.

"This is a lot better than pain medications I made it myself with. Wait, you probably don't care about that stuff."

"No, princess, you can tell me I like hearing your voice." he smiled.

"Where does it hurt?"

"legs"

"Let me take care of it." You removed his pants with a swift motion and slowly started to massage them, trying to ease any pain away. You were soft and tender, and your medical hands did everything they learned through medical school.

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it."

"Come on, let me give you a good neck massage as a thank-you." You nodded and removed your clothes, jiggling a bit with your ass in seduction—he seemed like an ass preferer after all.

He began to massage your neck with tender and delicate movements, gripping exactly where the pain was. The lotion felt cold on your hot, running body, making you shiver a bit.

He laughed at your shivers and started to rub the lotion in his hands to warm it up a bit before putting it again on your body. "You know you don't need to do this all. I don't like how they basically forced you into this. You don't need to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

"It's okay, Alex. It feels right."

"You are lying"

"I dont"

"Just promise me if any of these bastards don't accept a no, I don't care if they're my mates. You deserve respect and not to be treated like an incubator."

You felt a bit offended as he used the word incubator. "I'm not an incubator."

"I didn't mean you, princess; I meant their behavior."

"I promise, Alex."

He continued to massage you, wrapping his big hands around your delicate neck. You needed to hide your moan, but deep down, you knew you wanted him right now. Self-doubt filled you up a bit. Maybe they really don't like you and just use you since you're basically the last woman on earth, but why did it feel so good when they touched you and kissed you? You felt protected and worshiped—more than with any of your exes, at least.

"Alex, can you massage my bottom, please? It's a bit sore," and you didn't even lie; Price left marks on your ass, claiming you as his. You were almost unable to sit down properly.

Alex nods, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. His heart races as he applies the lotion to your ass cheeks, making sure to get every inch covered. He can't help but feel aroused by the intimate contact, but he tries to push those thoughts aside.

His hands were cold but still gentle, grabbing a hold everywhere you needed it. You couldn't help yourself as a soft and small moan escaped your lips.

Alex freezes at the sound of your moan. His cock twitches in his boxxersnas he realizes what he's doing to you. He quickly finishes applying the lotion and moves back around to face you, trying to hide his arousal. You knew he was hesitating; he had all his morals up and high, and he had the feeling of using you that all of them corrupted your innocent soul.

Alex's eyes suddenly widen at the sight of the wet spot on your thong. His breath hitches in his throat as he struggles to keep his cool. He tries to focus on putting your thong back together, but it's hard not to notice how turned on you are. You were about to crack him. He deserved this; he treated himself harshly, felt unconfident, he felt not desired. But he was such a sweet man, and he deserved this as much as John, Simon, and Kyle did.

"Alex, I think you forgot my breasts."

Alex's heart skips a beat at the thought of touching your breasts. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. "Of course," he says quietly as he kneels down in front of you again, slowly unclipping your bra and removing it, revealing your beautiful and full breasts to him. You close your eyes again, just trying to take in his relaxing, warm hands.

His eyes widen at the sight of your breasts. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before beginning to massage them gently with one hand. His other hand moves up to cup and squeezes your left breast, feeling its weight in his palm.

The arousal between your thighs only grew any minute, making your thong damp and sticking to your skin. Alex tries not to think about how turned on he is by the smell of your arousal. He continues to massage your breasts, occasionally glancing up at you to make sure you're comfortable. His heart races as he fights the urge to touch you elsewhere.

But his thumb crossed your nipples all the time, putting shivers down your spine and letting him earn desperate moans from you. Maybe you wouldn't be so woken up if Simon didn't do this to you in the morning. Maybe you wouldn't be so desperate to get your mound full.

He circles your nipple gently before lightly pinching it between his fingers. "Does that feel good?" he whispers.

"You are great at massaging, Alex."

Alex smiles at your compliment. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice vibrating against your skin. He continues to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples, which are now hard from arousal. You wanted more; you needed more.

"Alex? There is a place where I'm completely sore. Can you help me relax since you're so good at massaging?"

Alex nods understandingly. "Of course, Princess," he says softly, moving his hands down your sides towards your hips. His fingers graze over the fabric of your panties before stopping at the hemline.

"Why are you sore there, Angel?" He knew why.

You chucked and spread your legs shyly. "John took me a bit too rough yesterday, and now it aches and is sore."

Hi's heart races at the sight of your spread legs. He swallows hard, trying to maintain his control. "I see," he says quietly. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

With gentle fingers, Alex traces the outline of your sex. He can feel how swollen and sensitive it is from last night's activities. "It looks a bit red and bruised," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, John can be a bit rough. Alex nods, his breath catching as he leans in closer to inspect the marks left by John. His eyes drifted down between your legs again before meeting yours hesitantly. "I could offer some relief," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I appreciate it. If you could massage the soreness away, Alex," you smirked. You got what you wanted after all.

He carefully places a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh, his fingers already moving to trace circles over your swollen clit. He presses gently against it, watching as you moan softly in response. "Tell me if it's too much." Your folds are completely wet and soaked.

Alex's breath catches as he moves his fingers lower, slowly slipping one inside you. "You're so wet," he murmurs approvingly. He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, using his thumb to tease your clit. "Feels good?"

"Yes," you whine, holding back the way to a fast-approaching orgasm. He started to kiss the inside of your thigh again. "You're doing great," he reassures you. "Just let go and relax into it." He increases the pace of his fingers, pressing harder against your clit. "Does that feel better?"

"Yes, it hurts less now."

He smiles, pleased to hear that his touch is helping. He adds a second finger, stretching you slightly. "Good," he whispers, his thumb now moving in circles around your nipple. "Just a little more, and I'll make it all better, you moaned softly.

Feeling emboldened by your moans, Alex leans in closer, his lips brushing against the swollen nub of your clitoris. He sucks gently, his fingers still moving inside you. "You taste so good," he groans, increasing the intensity of his actions.

Alex moves his fingers in and out of you, feeling the warmth of your body around him. He continues to suck on your clit, teasing it with his tongue. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Feels incredible."

You press your hips more against his face. His mustache is tickling your sensitive folds. You were a bit afraid of a beard rash.

Alex chuckles softly, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you. He pulls back enough to gaze into your eyes, his face flushed with desire. "You're so responsive," he breathes out. His fingers searched for the spongy pattern inside of you, pressing against it as he found it, which led you to squirm under him.

"It looks like we found your sweet spot." Alex smiles and increases the intensity of his actions, sucking harder on your clit while his fingers move faster inside you. He watches your face closely, waiting for the moment when you break. "Almost there, Princess," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

"Mhm, Alex, I'm going to cum." As you approach your climax, Alex knows exactly what to do. He sucks harder on your sensitive nub while his fingers continue to thrust inside you, seeking that sweet release. The sound of wet skin slapping against his face fills the air as he teases you mercilessly.

You came screaming and moaning; it wasn't as intense as with John. You were a bit sad that you didn't squirt, but you still had an orgasm that brought you up in the clouds. It was so sensual and lovely. No one touched you like this before—so soft and tender, like you were a delicate princess made of porcelain, which he was afraid to break.

Alex continues to bring you over the edge. He takes in every gasp and moans as he holds you tight against him. Once you've calmed down, he eases up on your sensitive nub, then reluctantly pulls his fingers out of you.

"Thank you; it isn't that sore anymore."

"You're welcome," he says with a warm smile. "And don't worry about it being sore anymore; I promise to make sure you feel good every time." His eyes roam over your body appreciatively before leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. Fuck this man—where on earth did they make a man like him?

"But I still have an ache between my legs, Alex" You said, whining, wanting nothing more than to feel his cock spreading you in half.

You started to remove his shirt from his body, gushing as you saw his well-toned body; he was leaner than Price but still so soft. His pecs followed his happy trail, leading to his boxers, who were already filled with an erect cock. You pushed them down, his throbbing cock springs free, standing tall and ready for action. He was shorter and lighter than Price; but he was thick, especially in the middle. He had comfortable 7 inches, and his tip glistered with pre-compression, showing you that he wanted this as much as you do.

"I'll take good care of you," he promises, guiding himself towards your entrance. He laid you on your right side, pushing himself behind you in the spooning position, and slowly guided himself into your entrance, being as careful as possible.

While he wraps his arms around you and kisses down your hair towards your neck,.

Alex takes his time, being as gentle and patient as possible as he eases his way into your body. His hands caress your back and shoulders, soothing you with every sensation. As he slowly works himself deeper inside of you, a soft moan escapes from your lips. Alex lets out a contented sigh, feeling more connected to you than ever before. "You feel amazing, Princess," he whispers, beginning to move at a slow, rhythmic pace.

His hands trail down your sides, finding the warmth between your legs and pressing lightly against your sensitive flesh. He gently rubbed your clit while increasing the pace, asking all the time if you were okay with this. such a sweet boy.

Alex kisses your neck tenderly, his hips meeting yours in perfect harmony. His thrusts are deep yet slow, allowing you to adjust to his size and strength. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your skin, nibbling lightly on your earlobe.

His pace picks up slightly as his desire for you grows stronger. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, amplified by the intensity of your connection. You feel completely safe and loved in his arms, surrendering to the pleasure he's giving you.

Alex smirks, his breath hot against your ear. "I plan on making sure you never forget this," he promises, continuing to thrust into you with a growing urgency. His grip on your hips tightens, guiding you to meet each of his movements with equal fervor.

Your moans start to become uncontrollable as his tip hits your G-spot perfectly with this angle of penetration. Alex's thrusts become harder and faster now that he knows he's hit the spot. He is desperate to make you feel good and to give you a bit of admiration like you gave all of them. You didn't even know how perfectly you helped them with their inner demons; how could they give up now that they had the perfect purpose to live? A beautiful woman eager to please him soon filled up with all their cubs.

His body tenses as he feels himself getting closer to release, and every muscle in his body is focused on pleasuring you. "Cum with me," he groans, his voice raw with desire.

You were so close, holding back your orgasm. "I don't want it to end, Alex." You didn't want this affection to end. You felt like the most valuable thing on earth. So completely desired

"It won't," Alex assures you, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're just getting started." He pulls out of you slightly, only to thrust back in deeper and harder, pushing you both toward the edge of ecstasy.

You whine as you finally clench down on him. Alex follows soon after, clearly drunk by the feeling of your cunt milking him, his body tensing as he releases himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, breathing heavily as the waves of pleasure wash over him.

"Fuck," he mutters, still shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

"I don't want it to end." God, this was incredible; this man now has a chokehold on you.

"Neither do I," Alex whispers against your skin. He slowly pulls out of you, not wanting to break the connection just yet. His softening cock slides out with a wet, sticky sound that fills the room.

He grabs you, still spooning you while resting his head on your neck as if it always belonged there. "I've got you," he whispers, his voice filled with affection. You pulled on a shirt and snuggled against him.

After a cuddle that felt like an hour, Simon stormed in, looking terrified.

"Something is wrong with Johnny. Help him."

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Saw a vid of a mom asking her husband if he would babysit their daughter (as a prank tehe bc this one influencer made a vid ab how she has to bribe her husband to “babysit” their child and it was v upsetting bc she was just laughing it off :(() anyways the dad was like:

“??? what ru trying to say ¿��¿ of course I’ll spend quality time with our daughter while ur out, don’t call it babysitting I’m not sitting on no baby 🤬”

He was so angry at the implication he wouldn’t want to take care of his baby for one night, it just gave ROMAN!! He would bite Baby’s head off if she tried to mess w him like this, and then he would bite her leg for trying to leave the house without her life companions. Why can’t he come with you to the spa? It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want any services they provide, he is perfectly content to sit on a chair in complete silence and just stare at your face while u get pampered. That IS his preferred self care routine. And the baby? The misty air and soothing aura has her in a deep slumber, her chunky cheeks smooshed into her papas chest she’s securely wrapped against. She’s a perfect little thing, Roman is,,, a scrappy little thing BUT STILL! Baby mommy claims to love him anyway, so why does she want to go alone???

All of this just for Baby to not even have an actual evening away planned 😭 poor woman. She just upset her impish man, and saddened her angel who heard her papas wails of distress “Mama u want to go away 😞?” Stupid Roman when will he learn he can’t go on his tirades anymore, there’s a toddler who roams these halls! Baby pinches him and walks away pissed w her baby, he’s always ruining her fun. He comes to bed an hour later, she makes him grovel but puts him out of his misery because he did in fact book them a weekend getaway to the Hamptons yay! All 3 Roy’s are coming tho bc he’s still her ball and chain.

This took me so long to type and it’s supposed to be a request 😭 my apologies, feel free to change anything and everything you’d like, I gotta go take a test I’ve had all day to complete and pushed to the last minute.

I love when you people write drabbles. I get to be the reader. I get to consume!! And it's always great. I love this!

Babysitter

Roman Roy x Reader blurb - DogandBone!AU

He is her father. Not her fucking babysitter.

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Roman watches your daughter just toddle around. She's perfect. And this is perfect. He's such a father.

He became a father when you had her, yeah. But here - just looking at her, something soft and swallowed in his eyes, it's all the more prominent.

She plays with blocks. Roman watches intently. It makes you warm and you think he's under the sun like this, he's getting red in the face for it. He can't handle her being cute, which at this point, you think that just means your little girl being a little toddler.

"Top blue. No red. Ba ba blue."

It almost breaks away the giddiness of a prank.

Roman's with your baby all the time. You are with your baby all the time. You're with Roman all the time. Safe to say, you think he'll call you an idiot whore for the idea that he's babysitting. That or it'll be meanie. Mean wife.

You smile.

"Roman, I was planning on going out tonight."

"...It's five. I have to get ready? You didn't want to plan on going out tonight yesterday? Look at her, she's not mentally prepared for being outside. Also, fuck the outside. It was smelling like sewage when we came in, but I think it was that guy who looked like his name was Eddie."

"I was just thinking by myself. I didn't make an appointment but I think they can fit me in for a semi-retreat."

Roman looks to the babbling toddler with her blocks. She's very focused on building it high. Then he turns to you.

"Are you sick of me? Fuck you. What did I even do?"

"Nothing. I just felt impulsive for a spa night."

"I didn't even do anything - like actually...nothing? And now you want to go get your feet rubbed by someone else? Whore. Whore Mommy."

"Ba!"

You roll your eyes. You know Roman has to remember that he gets too whiny and puppy-eyed whenever you mention a foot rub you've had from a spa day. You've taken your feet just for him.

"It'll be quick. Maybe a facial. You can babysit her for a bit?"

"I can literally give you a facial. If you make me, I can-"

Roman's shift with his hands, his attempt to convince, humor, and humiliate.

"...What did you just...what the fuck?"

His eyes get sorta squinty. He's riled. You like Roman riled - you can always get him small and defenseless when he goes too far in a defense. But here, in how you try not to laugh, you'll have to know when to settle.

Maybe now with the vein popping in his forehead.

"Daddy go swear. No swear, Daddy. Blocks like when ears are clean."

Her block tower is almost as tall as her. But she's come up to Roman, shaking her head at his bent knee. She's making sure her Daddy hears her.

You swallow when Roman's not bending his anger to his humor. He just squeezes your daughter's chubby little hand.

You don't think the word babysit has sat well with him at all.

"Did you just tell me to fu...did you kinda just tell me to babysit her?"

Yes, you do. It was funnier in the video. But the husband in the video wasn't Roman.

You should know better, you love him too much that you should know better.

"Why Daddy look crazy?"

Roman pinches his nose bridge and swallow again.

"You just piled a cock-load. A massive cock-load of hurt on me. Wow. Okay." He stands. He's gotten so seriously so quickly. "You're mean and you've been snorting my dead dad's blood clot medication or maybe you've had a brain aneurysm because is she not my kid?"

Your daughter, her sweet head looking up to her Daddy, looks just as confused as you.

"I have not left this place and I really didn't want to because she's my kid. It's not babysitting - I'm not a nanny. We agreed on no nannies? I'm a nanny?"

"Roman-"

"Is this your way of telling me I've been secretly cucked and she's not my baby?"

"...M' not baby?"

You and Roman both turn at the softest voice. It's sweet and genuine and so toddler-like. She is too cute and she is just a toddler. A perfect child who bites her fingers.

Then Roman looks sick - and even though you're the dumb one here, it serves him right for making your sweet girl ask the question in the first place.

"No. Honey, you're my baby. I'm not a babysitter. Do I look like I crush babies?"

Roman's voice tightens in a whine. Possessive and defensive. All of him in the small of his throat.

"Mommy just doesn't like us." Roman looks down, feigns a moment of thinking with his the line of his mouth pushing to one side. "Well, what are we gonna do? We just have to let her go away and do a spa day without us. It's just us now. Forever. Sucks for Daddy mostly cause I've always planned suicide for this route but-"

"Roman."

"Mommy?"

"Oh, sweetheart-"

Her tiny, perfect voice breaks. She's more confused than ever and your heart twists.

"Mommy. No go, I don't-I don't-" She looks to Roman. "...You go away? Why?"

She's very soft and shy in her voice, like she always is. Still too kind for a toddler as she gets teary-eye.

You look to Roman, it's easy to show disappointment along your face.

He looks like he's about to vomit watching his daughter.

You bend down.

"No, sweetheart. Mommy's not going anywhere. Nowhere, okay? I was just joking. Daddy was just joking."

"I don't- I don't know."

"It's okay. Now you do. Mommy's here forever."

She sniffles and unlike her father, she doesn't feign thinking - she thinks really hard. She nods and rubs her cheek against your chest.

"Sorry for crying. But okay." She wraps her arms around you as much as she can. "Daddy, I don't know why you tell that."

Now your little girl is back to a silly voice in questioning.

"Yeah, Daddy. Why did you say all of that? To a little baby girl?"

"...I didn't - Daddy didn't mean..."

Roman's voice fades and breaks.

Well, you've gotten him small this way. You sigh and stand up, taking your daughter with you. You don't think it'll bode well if you try to leave her by skin.

"Jesu-!"

"You love a good nipple pinch."

Roman rubs his nipple with a scrunched face.

"It's my sorry. I'm sorry, Rome - it was a joke. I don't even have any plans. I just wanted to see how much babysitting would fuck with you. And it fucked with you."

And not pinching the other nipple is his punishment.

You hear a little mm on your shoulder. You kiss your daughter's cheek.

"Sorry, baby."

"She's a smart baby, she understands now. No suicide talk, at least.

"...Sorry." Roman just looks to his shirt. You think it's because he can't look to you. "That was like...mean. She's my baby."

"I know. That's why it's a joke. I'm gonna be in the room. Come with your own sorry."

You're almost asleep with your baby in your arms when Roman comes. You don't know he's been swallowing the sickness down while staring into the threads of the couch. Cause he's just the worst fucking Daddy who can't take a joke. That's him. He's a cute, smart sort of guy that everyone should want with the one person he wants being a super hot Mommy-lady. His best friend. But he's also fucking stupid. He should die, maybe?

Roman scratches a digging sort of scratch at the image of his daughter in her almost tears, confused and reaching for her mommy.

He needs a kiss. He needs a kiss right now or he'll die. It feels like it. He can't breathe, stupidly.

Roman comes into the room and monkey cuddles you from behind. He manages to play with her hair. Her asleep, mouth slightly parted like her father when you watch him sleep.

"We'll go to the Hamptons and we can give facials there. Make them creamy. But it's all of us that are going. And you can't leave me. Like. Actually. Not out of my sight. You won't be able to perceive anything but me and our daughter and that means no stupid ideas.

"Roman."

"She's asleep. Also...sorry for being the worst Daddy. I really did mean for my quip to end up putting our baby in tears."

You sigh.

You know he's suffered enough. He's real in his insecurity.

You kiss his forearm and you hear a sharp breath from behind, it moves against your spine.

"You're the best Daddy. It was nothing. She'll make you play floaties with her forever in the pool."

"...Fuck yeah. She will do that. Hopefully, if, you know, I didn't slap trauma on her face at my attempt at humor against a toddler-"

"Roman."

It's not his name that shuts him up, it's just bite to his forearm. It's all the love in your teeth.

"Yeah?"

"We love you."

"I was hoping on that for my will to not throw myself over the timber Brooklyn bridge..."

You feel his cheek press into your back.

"I love you guys too. Tell her I said that if I fall asleep before she wakes up."

You smile against Roman's bitemark. You'll try your best. It's the least you can do after your mess of a joke. Your love in making more small and needy for you after everything never outranks the need for him to know that he is loved.

Roman nuzzles before there's a lick.

"Can do."

#inbox #hc's #drabble #dog and bone!au #roman roy x reader #succession fanfiction

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gamebunny-advance · 2 months

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Let's Just Rip Off This Band-Aid (Kliff Doll Repaint)

I still haven't finished adding the fringe to his scarf, but at this point, I don't think y'all will actually care that much. It's a personal project anyway, so I'll just finish it on my own time. Right now, I want to be released from the shackles of this project.

Once again, my poor camera and lack of editing do him no favors (he's got a real bad case of jaundice in that first pic. I PROMISE he's not that yellow-orange IRL ;o;), but he is (mostly) done.

Well, he was (mostly) done like a week ago, but just yesterday I decided to redo a few things to try and "fix" what was really bothering me about him, so I really made recursive progress. That said, I do like him more now than I did a week ago, so I'm not mad about it.

A little backstory: Alongside Kun3h0, I've been working on him for the past month, so I've been pretty occupied with this project for a while. Now, I do wonder to myself why exactly I thought making this would be a good idea. All I can really say is that my impulsive tendencies drive me to do things against my better judgement.

But, I will still give y'all my documentation and thoughts on the process + more pictures.

(I'll talk a little more about it later, but for those of you that aren't going to go through the long-ass readmore, the Neon J. mask is a reference to an old comic I drew.)

(It's so old, I was still writing everything by hand~)

So, the "real" answer to "why" I made this is really as simple as "because I could." As I said in the Kun3h0 post, I've been wanting to repaint dolls for a long time, years even, so in the back of my mind, I'm always thinking of ways I could finally start one.

Well, recently I just finally put together the ideas and motivation I needed to start. And of course, that was with Kliff.

I don't remember *exactly* how I stumbled across everything, but I do recall looking at doll clothes online and stumbling across this trench coat (pictured with the other clothes for this project).

(I took this pic mostly because I thought I was going to take pics of every major step of the process, but that didn't end up happening).

I thought it was pretty darn close to Kliff's coat, and I got the horrible idea that, "I could def make a Kliff doll to go with this coat as long as I can repaint it."

I feel like usually people would think the other way around, but that is basically the truth of this project: I didn't find clothes to fit the doll, I made the doll to fit into the clothes. Because for me, customizing the doll wasn't really the intimidating part: it's making the clothes. I don't know how to use a sewing machine, and currently lack the patience to learn (and due to some personal trauma that I don't really want to get into), but I can hand-sew, so starting any project that involves it requires me to be willing to set aside a lot of energy for me to do it, which I don't often have.

But, if I could find ways to cut down on the sewing, then I'd be more willing to start. And somehow, I was able to find just about everything I would need for a potential Kliff doll without having to sew anything. In the end, I only sewed together one thing, and it's the one thing that isn't actually finished: the scarf.

So, I blame the trench coat for the entirety of this project: if I'd never seen it, I would have never made a Kliff doll. In fact, I got the clothes before I even had the doll.

Since I was brainstorming this project, one of the most important parts is of course the base doll, which was tricky. Male doll repaints are fairly uncommon, especially of older men, so there weren't a lot of resources or places to get inspiration for this project.

From what I found, most male (fashion) dolls were very youthful, and the ones that weren't usually took heavy modifications to achieve, which was out of the question. Kliff was supposed to be an "easy" project, so on top of not wanting to sew any clothes for him, I also didn't want to have to alter the doll that much to make it look like him. This was a lot to ask for without putting in any personal work, but in a way, this goal was supposed to keep me from actually starting this project: really this whole thing was supposed to just live in my head as a fantasy as most things do, but then I just stumbled into the right set of things, so I couldn't stop myself from going through with it.

The doll I landed on was a BTS Mattel doll. Now I've said before that I know basically nothing about BTS, and that is still true, but that's beside the point. In my research for finding a suitable doll to work with, I found out that a popular base were these BTS dolls. At first, I wasn't into it because I was still running into the "youthful face" problem that I was with other brands: most of them had pillowy lips and nice soft faces, but I did eventually find one that I thought was close enough: J-Hope.

(It's not the worst match up.)

I don't have pics of my doll before I started working on him, but it was pretty close to the stock photo. He has much thinner lips than the others, and a taller, more angular head shape that I thought would work best for Kliff. I did worry a bit that the nose wasn't "strong" enough to really be Kliff (and IMO, it wasn't XP), but it was the closest I found yet, so I decided to bite the bullet and get one, and if I had one, that meant I needed to start gathering everything I would need for this project.

So, no backing out now.

Now, actually acquiring this doll was a whole other song and dance, but here's the part that's important for how the process went:

Due to a miscommunication with the seller I eventually got him from, there was a delay with shipping, so I didn't actually get him until weeks after "officially" starting this project. In the meantime, the clothes and things for Kun3h0 (who I started as an impulse project within the impulse project) had already been gathered.

The original plan was that I was going to work on and subsequently post about Kliff first since he was a comparatively simpler project. All the things I was avoiding for Kliff: sewing clothes and making modifications to the doll, were all going to be incorporated into Kun3h0, so she was theorhetically going to take longer and be posted later, thus telling a small story of "starting simple, ending complex." But since I didn't have his doll, but didn't want to delay working on Kun3h0 just to wait on him, I started on her and repainting his clothes anyway.

So, I don't have any pics of the doll or his clothes from when I was working on them, unlike the sparse ones I had for Kun3h0, I only have pics from after he was finished.

But I'll still tell y'all what I can to at least preserve the story.

For starters, repainting this coat was probably the most time-consuming part of this process.

I really thought that it would take one or two days maximum to turn this coat bright yellow, but I think it actually took over a week. And I really should have known; the coat was a medium tone, and I know that yellow takes a while to build up on anything that isn't light. I lost count at some point, but I swear that thing has over 20 coats of paint on it. Mind you, the first 10 or so coats were watered down with the textile medium, which also contributed to how long it was taking for the coat to take color, but at some point I just got so frustrated that I stopped mixing in the medium and painting directly onto the coat to get the color to layer faster. This is a huge no-no for painting acrylics onto fabric, lest the paint crack from creasing the fabric, but I just couldn't be bothered anymore. I needed this thing to be dandelion yellow NOW or I was gonna lose it.

There were consequences for taking that shortcut, such as the paint cracking in high motion areas and the coat getting stiff, but it's not terrible. In the end, I accepted the trade-offs or else I might still be painting the coat. Perhaps one day I'll reverse engineer the pattern for the coat and make him a new one, but I wouldn't count on it. In retrospect, I wonder if I would have had an easier time if I had thought to bleach the coat first?

As you might notice, I contoured/shaded part of the coat in orange. That's something that I actually *just* added yesterday and added another couple of hours to the work time. It was just bothering me that the doll was essentially a giant slab of yellow, and was part of the reason I didn't like it very much. But I got inspired by this repaint to try contouring the coat to give it more depth.

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(I also used this person's videos to modify the hands. He has one deidcated to just reshaping the BTS hands.)

In the end, I'm pretty happy with the results.

The rest of the clothes weren't as difficult to deal with.

The pants took the paint a lot better, likely due to being dark paint on a light surface. Since I used less paint, it's not as stiff as the coat and still go on very easily. Though, they are VERY high waisted, and I'm not sure if that's normal XP

The shoes are also painted (and slightly modified), though I had to paint them twice because the first time, the paint got stretched off when I tried to put them on the doll's feet: the shoes were just *slightly* too small for the feet of the doll, so they really get stretched to fit his feet, and his heels don't actually go in all the way XP.

He's still capable of standing on his own, but I try not to remove the shoes, so I can avoid having them crack again.

In my "initial clothes" pic, I put down a different shirt than the one he's wearing. The original plan was to repaint the shirt black, but my work space is very limited, so I couldn't really repaint three pieces of clothes at once without significantly risking that I would stain other things. In the end, after getting scarred by how long it was taking for the coat to take color, I decided to just give him one of the black shirts that came with the coat. This does make him somewhat inaccurate since the current shirt has flowers/plants on it, but I'm gonna say that they make up for the lack of flowers on his scarf. Maybe someday I'll make him a new shirt from an old sock or something, but for now, I don't think it's a bad look.

Other clothing of note is the scarf, but since it's not technically finished I didn't take any close pics of it. It's actually made of an old headband of mine that I just cut and painted to look like his scarf.

Originally, I had actually glued on ribbon to it for the stripes, which took a couple days for the drying, but because I couldn't flatten out the scarf to easily glue the ribbon, it turned into a mess and bulked it out too much: since the scale of the doll is already small, I really needed to keep the fabrics thin. This was especially important for the scarf since it was going to wrap around his neck: if it were any thicker, it was going to practically eat up his face, which it still does, just less so.

Speaking of face...

When I finally got the doll in the mail, I started working on him right away, so I don't have any "before" pics of the doll.

After I did the usual "wiping off the face and pulling out his hair," I started with repainting the entire body and head.

Despite Kliff being ambigously "WHITE 🫵," Kliff isn't as pale as the original doll. I'd say even the stock picture I posted above has more warmth than the actual doll did. So, I got the base to be "coral" all over, dusted him in light orange chalk pastels for contouring, and most of his details are outlined in shades of burgandy. I didn't take any nude pics of this doll, but he is countoured all over his body and you can rest easy knowing I gave him some nips XP. But maybe someday I'll show y'all doll!Kliff's washboard abs XP.

TBH, I did want to detail some tattoos and some body hair too, but I just didn't trust myself to do either of those well with the tools I have (my brushes aren't thin enough, and my hand not steady enough for those kind of intricate details). Maybe someday I'll at least get his tattoos in (and after I've actually designed them XP), but we'll see. I don't plan on having the doll in short sleeved clothes very often, so details like that are the least of my concerns.

TBH, I was pretty proud of how the face paint originally went on. I really took my time to make sure it went down flat. It really was beautifully smooth~

But disaster struck.

I had painted the head while it was still separated from the body, and when it finally came time to reunite them, the paint on the head cracked and peeled when I shoved it back on. And, foolish fool that I am, instead of accepting my losses and starting over from a perfectly clean head, I just peeled the lose ends and repainted the exposed parts, which of course made the paint uneven. I somewhat justified this with the idea that most of it would be covered by other details, but in retrospect, I really should have just started over properly.

But, after that ordeal was over with, it was time to actually work on the face.

I can't clearly remember if I worked on Kun3h0 or Kliff's face first. I think I worked on them simultaneously because it took me a LONG time to actually get the courage to work on Kun3h0's face.

I thought I did a decent job on Kun3h0 since I really only had the 1 eye to repaint (the hidden eye is painted, but it's basically just a void with no details), and it was a bigger "canvas", so it was easier to paint. Besides having 2 eyes that I would need to make nearly identical, they were also a lot smaller, so it took a lot longer to paint them in a way that satisfied me (and since it's not easy to "redo" acrylic paint, his eyes lost a lot of smoothness too).

Again, I don't have any "before" pics, so it won't be easy for me to convey my troubles about it, but I do want to say that I think Kliff with a closed mouth is very cursed.

He just looks like he's itching to say something heinous and that is no different for the doll.

It was so difficult for me both match his expression on a face that wasn't *completely* his and still look like him. Although I chose this doll because he most resembled Kliff, he was never gonna be a perfect likeness of him, but despite knowing this, it still bothered me that the face was still just very "young" looking.

Granted, I don't think the original Kliff looks *that* old either (if I didn't know any better, I would assume he was in his 30s, not his 50s, especially compared to other characters around the same age), but still not as *smooth* as the doll is (even with my paint mishaps).

If you can believe it, the face actually used be worse. I don't have pics of it, but like the coat, I actually repainted his face yesterday to again try and fix what was making me dislike it before. I think the problem is that I didn't outline the eyes as much as the final one (like, I don't think I lined his undereye at all), so he was lacking depth. The mouth was also a little more off. Instead of being like "<--->" it was more like "|-|"

(A rough illustration of what I'm trying to describe.)

So, while it's still not perfect, I do like him more today than I did a week ago.

I think the only things left to talk about are his accessories, starting with his wig:

I'm not actually a big fan of the color. When I started this project, I wanted to try and make him as accurate as possible, and the original Kliff design has a very "cherry jolly rancher" hair color.

However, how I draw him and how he appears in Encore Edition gives his hair a more red-orange tone which isn't as intense. In the end, I opted for accuracy towards his first design since that's the one I was technically most familiar with and wanted to replicate, but in retrospect, I should have realized that I was never gonna be able to seperate my personal quirks from this personal project, so I should have gone with a color that was more accurate to how I interpret him. (I dunno if I would have gone as far as to give him triangular eyes, but one of my biggest takeaways from this project has been that I should have just allowed this to be "my take" on the character instead of trying to be "accurate," meeting in the middle, and satisfying neither condition.)

I don't think I really got across how much I HATED brushing out yarn for the wigs when I posted Kun3h0. It was just such a tedidus process, from brushing it out, to straightening it, to gluing it down. It was such a mess. I'm still finding loose wisps of yarn hair floating around my home since I made them.

Since I had more than had my fill from making Kun3h0's wig, I once again started taking shortcuts when it came to Kliff: I really should have made more wefts for him. I figured since his hair was (compartively) shorter, that I wouldn't need to make as many, but in the end his wig turned out both too thin and too thick.

Since his hair is so messy, I didn't follow any kind of guide for his hair like I did Kun3h0. I basically just glued around the perimeter of the cap, horizontally on the inside, and made sure it would fold over in the front.

Part of the problem is that I made the wefts too thick: instead of just gluing down what could actually touch the surface of the work area, I wound up gluing layers on top of each other, so the wefts would be like a mm thick when they should have been less than half of that. So, I barely got enough coverage for the scalp, and the parts that I did get down are very thick. I think it makes his head look bigger than it should which kinda adds to the uncanniness of him.

I did try to style it as close to canon as possible, but there are some things that just aren't (easily) possible in certain mediums, and Kliff's wild hair is one of them.

In retrospect, I probably should have just sculpted his hair with clay or something: it probably would have been more accurate, but I don't have much confidence in my sculpting ability, and again, I didn't want to modify the doll that much, so I stuck with the yarn.

I might suck it up and try and make him a new wig, I still have a LOT of red yarn left over, so maybe I can make him some new styles too. But the tedium of going through with it makes it very unlikely that I'll follow through~

(The wig from other angles.)

Since the beard is made from the same yarn, I'll lightly talk about that. There aren't too many resources about bearded dolls, but I've seen people root it, glue it, and even just paint it if they weren't supposed to be thick. In the end I used this repaint for reference (suggestive content warning) and glued it on.

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The scarf covers most of it, but I think it turned out okay. I need to add just a *little* more to his left cheek, but otherwise I feel like I was successful.

Next, it's usually hidden due to all the crap that's on his head, but I did give him an earring.

I didn't think about it until way too late in the process, and I tried to poke a hole through his ear so he could actually wear it. However, when I tried to do so, I almost ruined his head paint a second time. Saying, "fuck that," I decided to just glue it on.

If I had been more brave with modifying this doll, I might have just resculpted his ears entirely, because, being based on a real life human being, the doll's ears don't flare out that much, so they're easily covered by other things.

His glasses are just a piece of painted plastic that hold to his face using some plastic cord. They fit well while his wig is off, but putting them on with everything else is a goddamn nightmare.

Since his ears are so small, and his hair is so short, there's nothing for the glasses to "grab" onto without the cord, but the cord is too short to fit around the wig once it's on, but I can't make the cord longer to sit over the wig, because the glasses need to go over the headband, and it's a pain in the ass trying to layer everything like that.

So, I have to put the glasses in place first, TAPE the cord to his scalp so they don't move, put on the wig, then put on the headband. It's really such a hassle, but I don't think I can truly convey the annoyance of having to do it all without showing you. So, unless I absolutely have to, I'm never taking any of those things off him again.

I think the last things are the headband, mask, and tablet.

The headband is just a spare scrunchy that I have. I don't have one in the *exact* same color as the real one, so I went with the closest one I had, which was this teal color.

I didn't feel comfortable repainting one since it's essentially an elastic band, I don't think the paint, even with the textitle medium, would be able to hold up to all the stretching I have to do to even get it on his head.

If I happen to find a white one somewhere in my stash, then I might try dyeing it using water and acrylic paints to see if I can get it green, but for now, I think this works. A little thick, but it works.

The tablet is just a piece of foam painted with paint markers and the mask is a piece of cardboard. I wasn't planning on really recreating any scenes with this doll, but since I remembered that comic, and thought it would be easy enough to make, I went ahead and made it as an in-joke to myself.

Honestly, I think it's the most charming piece of the entire ensemble. Plus, he can wear it without me having undo/redo any of his other head accessories, so it's easy to make him wear it whenever.

My final comments about the doll itself are that he's fucking huge. I should have taken a pic of him next to Kun3h0, but he is too tall to even fit on my display shelf without sitting.

(Please ignore any mess you might see in the reflection. This is just one of the only flat pieces of furniture he can stand on without me standing on something to take a pic.)

Despite my interests, I don't actually collect dolls (I'm more into figures and plushies), so I wasn't expecting him to be so big. In fact, Kun3h0, who would be considered a small to medium doll in collector's spaces, was also bigger than I thought she'd be, so you can imagine my surprise when I got my hands on him.

So... I don't really know where I can put him. He obviously can't live in front of my TV, but beyond being too big for my shelf, he also doesn't fit in with any of my other collectibles. And I'll be honest, the contrast of him "clearly not belonging" among my more "kawaii" items was a motivator in starting this project, I live for the gap moe after all, but in practice he really just sticks out like a sore thumb. (This is also why his first pics are in a slightly different location without many props. I just couldn't put together anything from my collection or find a spot among my things to take a good thematic pic with. The magazines/CDs he's with are from my dad's collection.)

I do have space at higher elevations in my room, but it's kinda off putting to have him staring down my room, looking like he's plotting something (my space is too small to ignore it). So I dunno what I'm gonna do with him. I did have plans to make him some... cuter outfits so he wouldn't stick out as much, but that requires sewing, and I'm kinda worn out from this project.

In conclusion, despite my troubles with this project, I'm not entirely displeased with the results. At the very least, it was an experience, and one that I might even be willing to do a third time 👀...?

But for now, I'd like to rest and maybe go back to drawing again. I feel like I haven't drawn anything "real" for a while now. We're inching closer and closer to the next follower milestone (4 digit number BA-BY!), so I'd like to at least get back to being good enough to sketch some stuff for y'all soon~

#gbunny makes #gbunny draws #custom doll #doll custom #doll repaint #kliff #nsr #no straight roads #for the record i do find this project thoroughly embarrassing for me #but i can't justify its existence without sharing it. so here it is.#like. i wish i could have been obsessed with somebody else.#anybody else.#well. someone who's socially acceptable to obsess over i guess #but i'm not. i'm obsessed with him so i'm going to make things of him #and they're gonna make me happy #despite the embarrassment #Youtube

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jacks347 · 2 months

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Since I indulged myself with my GB mafia au yesterday, I figured I'd do a little more self-care and ramble about my Redacted mafia au too.

Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one. (Not that my others aren't, it's kinda my thing)

The security gig is a cover up for an arms dealing business, the most lucrative in Dahlia and a staple to the rest of the families. But they're not afraid to take matters into their own hands if they have to.

The main eight are the team leads with David at the top. Everyone works in pairs, no one goes alone. Not after what happened to Gabe on his own solo mission.

There are two main forces sent when they have to go on missions. Known as the Ground Squad, though they call themselves the Smoke and Mirrors.

Milo and Sweetheart run recon and general intelligence, Milo as the field agent and Sweetheart as the one in the chair though they're known to join him in action when absolutely necessary. Deadly accurate with a sniper, they're very good at their job.

When they're done, the main act comes in. Darlin and Angel work to take threats down. Angel is the decoy, keeping everyone's attention while Darlin is their muscle who actually takes care of business. While Angel is working the floor, Darlin is backstage cracking heads together.

I said there's two main forces sent out on missions. Well, there's also one support team that waits in the wings for something to go wrong. If someone slips up or someone gets wise, then they make their appearance.

Asher and Babe do demolitions, threading through basements and storage rooms with backpacks full of explosives so that things can get solved the loud way. But running just won't do. Too slow, when they get called in then things need to move quickly. So Babe has a pair of pristine white roller skates and Asher has a beat up yet heavily decorated skateboard. They're there to place charges and get the fuck out of dodge before sitting back to watch the fireworks.

Then there's the two back home, the ones who leave the theatrics to the players on the field. Those two would be David and Sam. David stays back to watch everything from a distance, calling the shots and making sure everything goes smoothly. Sam hangs back so that if things go badly, the group doesn't lose their best doctor. Also the families at large don't know that the House and the Pack have their loose alliance, Sam showing his face with the known faces of the Pack would have informants running for their earpieces.

David, Ash, Milo, and Darlin all grew up in the mafia. When David took over and made Ash his second it was a common belief that they would stick together, that there wouldn't be anyone new.

Then Milo brought in Sweetheart. An ex-detective that had been on the case trying to unearth the arms trading ring in the city and made the mistake of falling in love. They left the force and joined their lover on the other side, now hiding from the law and their former colleagues.

The Pack wasn't too happy about Milo bringing in an officer, unsure if their intentions were genuine and to this day some are still suspicious. But as they were all reeling, David introduced Angel. Angel was a small-time athlete that often was participating at events the Pack was working. When David caught their eye, they started to pester him between matches no matter how much he tried to ignore them. He tried to push them away, tried to protect them, but after an event they were at that he was working was attacked by a rival family, David knew he had to take them in. At least then he would know they were safe.

Babe was third. A pizza delivery person who strolled around the city on roller skates to deliver all their orders. They delivered to the security company pretty often and Asher was usually the one to recieve it. He thought they were cute the first time he met them and Asher all but insisted on being the one to get the pizza when it arrived ever since. It didn't take long for the two to have the other wrapped around their finger and thus Babe made seven.

Lastly came Sam. It was an accident, really. Darlin had been going rogue to find Quinn (very much against David's orders, we know how he feels about going solo) when they bumped into Sam. Funnily enough, he was out looking for Quinn too. They tried to keep things on the down low, last thing they needed was for their rivaling families to find out they were seeing each other. But of course, Darlin is about as subtle as a neon sign and David figured it out. So he set up a meeting between the three of them and William to come to a compromise. William agreed to give Sam to the Pack on the promise that the Pack would help the House when requested and Sam would have to return when called. David agreed and their quiet alliance was forged.

I think that's everything I've got?? I've had a long day my brain is shutting down. But yeah, maybe I'll actually do something with this now that it's all written out. Who knows.

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theladyragnell · 4 months

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Thoughts on Rebel Moon: A Child of Fire

Sometimes I watch a movie and just have to say some words about it while I try to sort it out in my head, and I watched this yesterday and now am thinking through it!

I will get to a some bullet points in a moment, but from the tenor of conversations when I went into the tag looking for gifsets, I am going to be very clear and say that I do not have a horse in the Zack Snyder race. I am not a Film Person, I know who is directing maybe 5% of the movies that I watch, I'm not going to get involved in any Snyder Discourse, thank you.

CW for this post and also the film for attempted rape.

By far the best thing for me in this movie is that there were multiple times when I thought to myself, "I know exactly what quip this movie is about to make to ruin the sincerity of this moment," and then, consistently, it didn't. I love quips and banter, but the trend for having those without sincerity behind them has really been wearing on me these past few years. Rebel Moon went a little too far in the other direction of taking itself Very Seriously for me, but it was a bit of a breath of fresh air that it MEANT what it was saying.

By far the worst thing for me in this movie was the two scenes of threatened rape. The first was brutal and so obvious as to be unnecessary, with the soldiers and Sam, there are a thousand things they could have done to get Kora motivated that weren't that and still they chose it. At least, though, they took that one seriously. It's just that then they followed that up with "it's at least slightly humorous when the threat comes from an alien who is sexually harassing a man instead of a woman, right?" and the answer is nope! It isn't! The fact that every attempted rapist in this movie dies violently within five minutes of threatening it, including the "humorous" one, doesn't change that it's lazy, shitty storytelling. Do better.

This would have been better as a limited series. Maybe I'll change my mind when the next part(s?) airs, but nothing had the space to breathe, and the fact that it's just part one of one movie makes it feel unfinished and weird. I think it would have felt more like the first in a duology/trilogy, weirdly, if they'd finished the flashback backstory infodumps here? It's pretty obvious where the rest of Kora's backstory is going to go, the point that it almost doesn't need saying, but it should have gone here for precisely that reason. Closing that loop would have fixed a lot of things. And it would have been easy to make time for it by removing EITHER OR BOTH OF THE THREATENED SEXUAL ASSAULTS.

There are a lot of elements here that I really like. Lots of interesting bits of worldbuilding and fun visuals and worldbuliding THROUGH visuals, which always brings me joy. The warriors we pick up throughout the movie are interesting (the moment of pure joy that is that griffin ride! (I know it's not a griffin. I simply do not care)), and the moment with Sam and the robot and the flower crown was a highlight of the film for me. It's just that none of them really had the space to flourish! They were introduced with the feeling that we were already supposed to recognize them, which can be pulled off but wasn't here. Even one or two bits more establishing them as characters would have helped, and particularly I'm going to say that if you're going to sell me on General Titus as a brilliant strategic mind, he should have ordered someone into a better strategic position in that last battle. Even once would have helped.

Costumes overall were very fun, except for on Veldt and specifically with our main characters! Everybody else is dressed for a Space Adventure but Kora and Gunnar are just wearing, like. A tank top and pants. A henley and pants. Kora has her cloak, at least, but we can do better, I feel. I also take some issue with Spaceship Design, a combination of Too Dark and Meh Design means that I was often confused about what ship we were seeing until we saw who was on it.

Overall I kept comparing this to Jupiter Ascending and finding it wanting? Both are sincere, but Jupiter Ascending is joyfully so. They're both tropey space fantasy that throw you into a new world without much orientation to it and expect you to care about a lot of new people and factions, but Jupiter Ascending lets its heroine be an audience surrogate who is also being introduced to all of these things. Obviously they are trying to do very different things, but they use similar trappings to do them, and Jupiter Ascending does a more effective job, at least for me, of making me care about this new world I'm dropped into.

(Sigh. Look. I did not want this to turn into "soooo, he sure did file the numbers off his Star Wars pitch, huh." I'm not going to make larger commentary on that, BUT I will say that a lot of my problems with this movie are problems that I have with some (SOME) books that are by fannish authors who filed off serial numbers instead of starting from scratch. And that is the big difference that for fanfic, or a new entry in a well-known franchise, the audience comes in already caring about your world and characters. Even if they're new characters, or a new setting in the world, there's a level of pre-investment. And this movie has the problem of having made a new world and characters that COULD be compelling on their own, that AREN'T actually just remade characters and worlds ... but by assuming that we're coming to them pre-invested, it makes itself feel more like fanfic with the serial numbers filed off.)

In conclusion, if I had a nickel for every time one of Les Amis from the 2012 Les Mis movie played an evil lavishly dressed space emperor with a weird relationship to the movie's heroine, I would have two nickels, which isn't many, but it's weird that it happened twice.

#about me #shut up nell #remember when you could make enough tags and something wouldn't show up in tumblr's tags #i miss those days #i'd come up with an idiosyncratic tag for the movie but i'm sleepy and people may have it filtered #so i'll just #rebel moon

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cherienymphe · 5 months

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Hi, I wrote this to vent, it's ok if you don't answer, I just don't have someone to tell this to, a month ago I discovered my stepfather recording me while I was taking a shower, I cried horrible and asked him to leave, my mom and brother took care of him, I guess they questioned him if it was the first time he did it, the truth is I didn't want to see him anymore so I went to my room, that same night he left. As I said a month passed, I am not ready to talk about it with my mom, who is still talking to him, I agreed because in fact she asked me and I know they have expenses to pay together, so I said yes, but I just thought it was because of that, but really she is still talking to him as if nothing happened, it hurt me and makes me angry, one she was late, I asked her where she was and she said she went to eat with him, and still he had bought us food, it made me angry and sad, "why is my mom still talking about him knowing what he did?". " Seriously it makes me very bad, I went to "sleep" but in reality I started crying, my mom came and told me she just needed to vent, however a week ago she asked me that if he asked her to go out to eat, if I gave her permission, I got angry again and felt like yelling at her that how could she do that to me knowing how bad I get, honestly everything that has to do with him, makes me shudder, I remember that night and it scares me.So again I went to my bed to cry and she went to tell me something, I don't know what she said, because I had my headphones, so I just ignored her and fell asleep, and the day before yesterday she asked me if I was ready to talk, I said no, and I today, she was talking about my brother about him, something like that "that said hello" and yes again I got mad, she keeps talking to him, she even wants to buy him a jacket, and I know she keeps talking to him because she wanted to see if WhatsApp, that's how I found out, but I don't have the guts to tell her to stop talking to him unless it's for the expenses they have, like I said I start shaking, I want to cry and scream when I remember what he did, I want to run away from my house, I want to kill myself, but I have no job, I have no money and I have my dogs, I don't know what to do and if you wonder why we didn't report him, I think it was all the emotions of that night and I just wanted to, I was begging him to leave, he gave me the cell phone he had recorded with and I deleted everything, and what was I going to report? And in my country they don't really proceed with complaints without and evidence.

Do you have friends or family friends or other relatives you can go be with? I'm being so serious when I say I'm scared for you. Your first priority should be finding a way to get out of that house. If there's no one else you can go live with then you need to find a job asap. You need to have your own means of getting away from him and her.

What he did is disgusting and I'm beyond confused on how your mom doesn't see that as the concerning character flaw it is. This man is a pervert and has no regard for boundaries or consent. That's a very dangerous combination and I don't think I need to explain why that is. He violated you and made you feel unsafe and your mom is doing the same by not completely cutting him out of your lives as best as possible. Does she not understand that this man she calls her husband has dangerous sexually deviant feelings about you? What's not clicking for her?

In the meantime, while you handle things to try and get away from that house, I would do my best to emotionally and physically remove myself from them as best as possible. I mean only talking to her when you have to, avoiding her (bc she's made it clear she will not protect you), keeping your door locked, staying away from home as much as possible. Your top priority should be keeping yourself safe and she's made it clear that she is not safe

#asks

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sillyromance · 11 months

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There is a small story i wrote just yesterday... I know that the situation is quite common but such plot is one of my favorite.

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- Hey, Hey... Shshsh...

He took her small, vulnerable figure in his hands and brought right to the green eyes, watching as she was worryingly starring at him.

- There is nothing you should be upset or nervous about...

She kept looking, but he could already see how shiny her cheeks became - how salty water started pouring on them; and how desperately the girl wanted to act as if she had been fine.

- It's OK to be weak, fragil sometimes...

She turned her head from him to hide the tears and pretend she was disagree and angry at her partner. Nevertheless, after some seconds of impossibly hard fight inside of her, the girl broke down. She fell on his silk, large palm and awful shaking made her body tremble.

- I'm sorry... I can't afford myself to be like this... It's bad, it's a shame...

He watched her crying out loud - the only things he felt in his soul were pity and love, although he had never seen her this helpless. Even tinies can be strong, protective, unstoppable, brave. But everyone who takes too much on their shoulders someday meets this impossible, horrible state, when you don't want to do anything, when arms are useless, weak, when all inside is jumping from fear and uncertainty and you just want to lie down and die, blaming yourself for every mistake you have ever made. She was in that state. And she didn't want to believe she needed help to get over - because "the rulers never cry".

He sighed silently.

- Don't worry so much, honey. There is no shame. And... It's normal to feel like that. Let me do one thing... And i promise - it will be much better. Trust me.

She wordlessly nodes, knowing what was going to happen. Yes, she wanted this, but it was extremely difficult to admit - even to herself.

But... Yes, this was the best option in the world...

He slowly lifted her to his plump pale lips and opened the warm cave of his mouth wide, showing red, soft maw, pink toungle - and sharp white teeth like borders in front and aside of it. One move of a giant hand - the girl sat on the slimy, gentle surface of alive crimson flesh. Next moment the darkness came - and so the heat. The girl lied on his toungle wiggling and moving, tasting her tiny forms, pressing to his elastic cheeks, which - she felt - were blushing hopelessly. Hot blood punched them strongly from the inside ...

She knew he liked the process as much as she did - a loud, moaning breath told her that. All of her body, from top to the bottom were covered in saliva, but she didn't care. It was just one more pleasant thing which reminded her - that time she didn't have any powers, any responsibilities, any will. She was so unable to protect herself as she had never been before. And at the same time, someone huge, heavy, strong, who could easily kill her and turn into dust, was so cautious, so loving. So gentle. It's heaven when you have a darling willingly listening to your troubles, understanding and giving exactly what you seek for. Especially, if it's the right of being a child when you're an adult; a leaded one when you're a leader; a helpless, but appreciated and willing prey.

Finally, he slowly titled his head back, making her glide into dark and narrow, pulsing hall of his tight throat. She didn't even try to protest - and graciously, obendiently slipped inside. Her arms got squised to her sides, firmly, but softly. And he swallowed. And again. And again.

It was like she was touched by thousands of hands, pushing her down, down, down - to her partner's core, which was already growling excitedly, waiting for it's "meal". She smiled, thinking, what he was feeling at that moment while she was falling into his suddenly hungry gut. Was he guiding her with his finger as she was passing his chest? Or simply closed his eyes, waiting the minute she would enter his belly?.. Who knows... But what was definitely true - it wasn't a bad experience for none of them.

Every journey should end. The girl went through the last muscle circle of esophagus and softly bounced on man's velvet stomach walls which groaned greetingly when she came. They started happily churning her around, hugging and squishing her with their thick wrinkles, covered in viscous liquid. The girl laughed and burried herself in the wet flesh, patting and rubbing it constantly.

But soon she recognized something else. A press, slight, intimate - from the outside. It's his hand; fingers walking around his stomach, rubbing it back, drawing figures on it - and searching for her trough the skin. She rushed to them eagerly, answering with her small hands, trying to make him feel all her affection and gratitude.

- Are you all right?..- She heard a muffled, familiar voice.

- Yes, everything is fantastic! - She shouted loudly. The girl understood that she was heard when she felt his second hand massaging his stomach full of her.

It seemed as if he kept a butterfly in his depths. It fluttered around inside his stomach, making some pleasant, tingly mess. He wanted to sing because of this... What a wonderful, heartmelting sensation - when you comfort someone you love, and this person returnes even more warmth and passion back to you after. It's not so bad to be an alfa from time to time - if it brings satisfaction and joy to all of the included.

He wrapped his arms around his belly and lied on a couch, curling on it like a big cat. There were no sadness and tears any longer. She settled down meanwhile too; the girl was felt like a nice reassuring weight on his growling middle. The man continued rubbing it and, overwhelmed by pleasure, began to murmur cooing words.

Lately, she fell asleep, he returned to his everyday businesses. But one hand never left his stomach area and when he glanced at it people could see a fascinated smile on his face.

He really liked being a pred.

#safe vore #wholesome vore

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novankenn · 9 months

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Reluctant Hero?

= Twenty-Two = (Chapter List)

The corrupted grimm escorted him as he strolled along beneath the dense foliage of the Emerald Forest. He moved without a care in the world. His green outfit was pristine, his skin pale and unblemished. Casually, he reached up and brushed a pink dyed lock of hair from before his pure black eyes.

????: I know you are out here, sisters. Please stop hiding.

The rustle of brush put the accompanying beasts on alert until a pale skinned, white haired young woman stepped out from the brush. Her entire body was bare to the world, and she just regarded the young man before her and the creatures surrounding him without a hint of worry.

????: Brother. That is a fine host, it is such a pity that buffoon interfered with mine.

????: You were not the only one that ass screwed with.

The pair turned, watching a tall amazonian like young woman stepping out of the trees, her fiery mane of red hair in sharp contrast to her pale skin and black eyes.

Man: I am please your reconstruction was successful. Lilith, and Eiseth.

Eiseth: It would have been so much easier just to take over our hosts. Mine was perfect! Petite and doll like. Men would have fallen over themselves to be my meals.

Lilith: Mine is no different, just not so small.

Man: My queens, please. There are things we need to accomplish.

Lilith: Yes, Yes, Baal. What do we know?

Baal: The Book is near.

Eiseth: Most likely in that school. How many do we have to serve us?

Baal: We have legions of these... grimm, and I sense there are four in Beacon, and a potential fifth?

Eiseth: The fifth is a project of mine. If I am successful, she will make an excellent weapon to counter... him.

Lilith: Well, the four will not be long for this world. He is an idiot, but he is not entirely stupid. He will be making a move to eliminate that potential threat.

Eiseth: Yes, Bonnie Jauney.... his corruption would have been so succulent...

Lilith: It still can be. He is but a man, after all. He has no defence from our charms.

Baal: You two can have him after we have the book. This world is ripe for the taking... but until we can full manifest, we are vulnerable.

/==/ Beacon Morgue /==/

Jaune: Okay, here's the plan. Check all those drawers. Find the intact ones, and make them not intact.

Nora: And after that?

Jaune: We find the three others and see if we know them as the ones we took out yesterday. Nice and simple.

Cardin moved to the shelves of refrigerated drawers, and pulled one open. He hesitated for a moment before reaching in and hauling out the body tray. He looked at Jaune and Nora, who had yet to move further into the room, before he reached down and pulled back the sheet. Unveiled was the face of a young, fairly pretty woman, her faunus trait easily visible. A set of light brown fox ears nestled on the top of her head amidst her short wavy brown hair.

Cardin: (Reaches out and grabs one of the girl's ears) They're real! This proves it! I knew it!

Jaune: Cardin, what are you doing?

Cardin: Proving to myself that faunus are just animals and not freaks wearing fake appendages.

Jaune: Okay, that... that was a little racist.

Nora: No, that was VERY racist.

Cardin: (Letting go of the girl's ear and looking at Nora and Jaune) What? I'm going to smash her head in, or Jaune is going to lop it off with his saw, so why can't I check? Like, who is it hurting?

Jaune/Nora: Cardin!

Cardin: (Looks down and noticed the faunus girl's eyes were open, and milky white) Oh shit!

Girl: Like pulling ears, do ya? (her hands snap up and grab either side of Cardin's head, causing him to drop his mace) How about someone pulls on yours, you racist bastard!

Jaune: Wow.

Nora: What?

Jaune: Is it bad that a Deadite just called Cardin a racist? That's like evil agreeing with good. How does that work?

Nora: Ah... um... I'll get back to you on that.

Cardin: (Grabbing the Deadite-Girl's wrists, trying to pry her hands from his ears) Help me!

Girl: Not so fun when it's your years getting yanked is it, you little prick!

Cardin: Ow! Ow! Let go! Ow! Ow!

Girl: I'm going to pull your ears off, and then skull fuck you through the holes!

Nora: Okay, that... that was NOT an image I ever wanted in my head.

#rwby #ash vs evil dead #horror themed #jaune arc #deadites #deadite grimm #cardin winchester #nora valkyrie #lie ren #baal #lilith #eiseth

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jewwyfeesh · 1 month

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The Lost Tome - 6

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Narukami Arashi, Tsukinaga Leo, Sakuma Ritsu, Suou Tsukasa, Sena Izumi

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Note: no you didn't see me forget to add the quote, no you didnt. (magics it away)

Arashi: Goodness, Izumi-chan, don’t just snatch it from me so roughly! I promised Ou-sama that I’ll take good care of this.

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Season: Autumn

Location: Empty Classroom

The next day…

Leo: LMAO, Sena’s the one who’s late today! Yesterday he was nagging me non-stop with such a deadpan expression, should I nag him back today? Hahahaha!

Arashi: Ou-sama, did you forget? Today Izumi-chan’s taking the day shift, and had already notified us via text message earlier on.

Leo: Ah? Really? Lemme see— Oh… Sena really did send us a message.

Arashi: It’s not my intention to scold you, Ou-sama, but you should pay attention to your messages every once in a while. If Izumi-chan were to see this, he’s definitely going to blow his top… again.

Leo: Yeah I know, I know ☆

Tsukasa: Speaking of which… Leader, what’s that in your hand?

Leo: Ah! I’ve been caught red-handed by Suo~! This is my weapon of choice, hahahaha.

Was I too loud earlier on? Did someone notice us?

Tsukasa: Leader, what’s wrong? Why are you acting so frantic?

Leo: It’s nothing, I just snuck this sword into school. So if the Student Council found out about it, they’ll definitely confiscate it.

Tsukasa: But… secretly bringing weapons in like this is a very dangerous matter, Leader. For yours and everyone else’s Safety, it’s better if you kept it away.

Leo: Suo~, there’s no need to be so uptight~ Not to mention, it’s not sharp or anything! If you don’t believe me, look!

Tsukasa: Wow, its edge has actually been made blunt. Furthermore, it… is rather Beautiful. It does make for a rather exquisite weapon… Oh, no. Kindly allow me to refer to it as a work of art.

Though… Leader, I would like to enquire as to why you’ve brought it today? Do you intend to Perform with it or something?

Leo: Well, it’s because of this book~

I went back to study its contents, and they’re super duper thought-provoking! Not to mention, it allowed me to better understand more about being a knight-errant. See, see! These parts at the back talking about weaponry and stuff are super cool!

After reading it, my inspiration surged forth! So I wrote a piece about knight-errants, but felt that it was lacking a little something-something. So I got my friend to help me buy a sword to try and find that knight-errant vibe.

Then again this method is hella useful! I managed to fill the missing piece, and also managed to channel a better understanding of knight-errants into the piece! Even though I spent a lot of effort on this, seems like the end product makes it all worth it ☆

Tsukasa: Even though your drive to keep on improving is something we should learn from, Leader, please allow me to enquire — why is this book still in your hands? Weren’t you supposed to return it yesterday?

Leo: Err… Y-you see… After saying my goodbyes yesterday, I walked towards the lost-and-found while reading the book…

But I was too engrossed, somehow walked into an unrecognisable area, and got lost…

It took a lot outta me to get myself back somewhere familiar, but by then the sky was getting dark, so I just went home…

Tsukasa: Leader, are you aware that the Student Council is currently in a frenzy because of this book?

I had dropped by the archery range after practice yesterday in the hopes of getting some solo practice. Instead, I bumped into Hasumi-buchou, who was desperately looking for this book.

Back then, I was comforting Hasumi-buchou, saying things like this book could’ve already made its way to the lost-and-found, and that he didn’t need to be so frantic, only for you to… Sigh…

(I remember Hasumi-buchou was desperately trying to find a book, saying that it was something that Tenshouin Onii-sama had borrowed from Hibiki-senpai, and that Hibiki-senpai wanted Onii-sama’s suggestions for one of their scripts…)

(Onii-sama had found the script and its setting particularly engaging, thus borrowing this book from Hibiki-senpai. He had wanted to give it a very thorough look-through, before providing detailed suggestions.)

(But Hasumi-buchou didn’t know of this; when the Student Council were tidying things up, perhaps Tori-kun accidentally lost this book while rearranging the books. And Hasumi-buchou, who was in the dark, didn’t realise when he was making an inventory.)

(It was only after Onii-sama returned, looking for said script, that everyone found out about Tenshouin Onii-sama having borrowed it from Hibiki-senpai. Afterwards, the Student Council was in shambles.)

(At present, Leader has yet to return the book… Hasumi-buchou was so distraught, so guilty. Hh… I wonder if he’ll think I was trying to prank him when he was so down-trodden?)

Leo: Suo~, don’t wear such a heartbroken expression…! I-I’ll go return it now!

Ritsu: I don’t think we’d feel very reassured if we let Ou-sama run off on his own, so I’ll accompany him.

(If I accompany the King to return the book and bump into a Maa~kun who’s gone berserk from searching, Maa~kun will definitely praise me, hehehe.)

Leo: It’s rare to see you so energetic, Rittsu~; not to mention, you accompanying me there is gonna help a ton!

Oh, right! I’m entrusting this sword to y’all to safe keep. If the Student Council finds out about it, I reckon we’re gonna be in a whole lot of trouble ☆

Arashi: Relax, Ou-sama. You can leave this to Tsukasa-chan and I.

Leo: We’ll take our leave first, bye bye!

Izumi: Grr, to be inconvenienced on the day that I have to work the day-shift, how frustrating!

Kasa-kun, Naru-kun? Why are the both of you alone here? Where did everyone else go?

Arashi: The King and Ritsu-chan went to return a book — yep, that book from yesterday. So it’s just the two of us left. Since you’re here, Izumi-chan, let’s start practising~

Izumi: That book from yesterday? Shouldn’t Ou-sama have returned it already?

Arashi: He got lost en-route, so he needs to make another trip today. But Ritsu-chan’s accompanying him, so I don’t think we’ll have any more problems on our hands.

Izumi: Ou-sama that f**king idiot! What the hell! What’s that thing in your hands?

Arashi: Oh, this? It’s the King’s sword. Isn’t it very……

Goodness, Izumi-chan, don’t just snatch it from me so roughly! I promised Ou-sama that I’ll take good care of this.

Izumi: Hmph, this King! I can’t believe he even brought this stupid toy to training!

First, he ditched practice, then he doesn’t attend our activities, and now he decides to bring some… some toy to training! Seriously, it goes to show how much he prioritises Knights! No, I must teach him a lesson today!

Arashi: Wait a minute, Izumi-chan, you should hear my explanation first—

And there he goes. If Izumi-chan goes to look for the King in this state, who knows what kind of disaster would happen? I should notify him first, and give him a chance to hide.

Tsukasa-chan, let’s chase after him. If the both of them bump into each other, we can try to soothe their ruffled feathers.

Tsukasa: Understood, Narukami-senpai. Should a Conflict truly arise, I will do my best to mediate the situation.

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just a little note of appreciation: thank you to all my wonderful friends who've never stopped supporting me and listen to me ramble about these squishies for ages, and to the readers who enjoy my tls!

special shout out to book club as well, thank you for being so amazing. i hope to hear from y'all soon <3

#enstars translation #mukanshu tl #the lost tome #Narukami Arashi #Tsukinaga Leo #Sakuma Ritsu #Suou Tsukasa #Sena Izumi

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tonysslut · 2 years

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Second Chances. Chapter 3

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of negative self-talk

W/C: 1.5k

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A/N: I rewrote chapter 3 (working on chapter 4) to fit the story line better. Hopefully I'll have new chapters up soon!

You woke up the next morning with a pulsating headache, groaning as you stretched out your stiff muscles. Reluctantly, you get yourself out of bed and into the shower. Setting the temperature as hot as it would go, letting the water burn down your back, trying to wash away the heavy feeling you woke up with. To get rid of the heavy feeling you woke up with, you turned the water heater up as high as it would go, letting the water burn down your back.

You were sick of crying, that seemed to be the only thing you did lately. The pain just felt unbearable. You could physically feel it, deep in your stomach, like someone was repeatedly stabbing a wound that was never given the chance to heal.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the fog and taking a look at yourself. Your eyes were puffy and red, and your under eye circles were darker than usual, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Throwing your hair into a bun and putting your clothes on as quickly as you could.

After your hot shower, you decided to phone Ivry, your best friend, to see if she could help you move into your apartment. She was the only person you kept in contact with after finding out Chris cheated. She never pushed or forced you to talk about it and you appreciated that. Sending her the address of the hotel and finished packing the small suitcase you had while waiting for her to arrive.

Three knocks on your door let you know she was here. Opening the door, you're greeted with a warm smile from your best friend. She walks in with two coffees, handing you one and pulling you in for a hug. She kisses the top of your head as you hug her back, instantly realizing how badly you needed the comfort.

“How are you holding up?” She asks when you pull away.

“I think I’m okay. I had to see Chris yesterday.” You sigh

“And how did that go?” She sits on the bed and helps you fold the pile of clothes that sits next to your suitcase.

“Not good. Before I left, I handed him the ring,” looking down at the tan line that wraps around your finger. “He didn’t want to take it, saying we could just work things out. We argued for a bit before I decided to just leave,” you say, picking at your cuticles, that heavy feeling from earlier starting to creep its way back.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” She places a hand on your thigh to try to comfort you.

“It’s okay, I just wanna get out of this hotel and start working on myself. I need to move on. Moping around isn’t going to do me any good.” you say as you take a sip of the warm beverage.

“Is everything in your car?” She asks and you respond with a small nod. “Then let’s get going, I can’t wait to see your new place!” She grabs your suitcase and makes her way out the door. You smile to yourself and follow her out.

One of the greeters helped you bring your boxes up to your apartment, making the trips back and forth go by a lot quicker. Carrying in the last box in, you shut the door and gaze around the empty space.

It’d been a while since you lived alone. You pretty much moved in with Chris when your acting career took off, not really having time to find a place of your own. A sinking feeling takes over as you think about when you first moved into his house.

“Welcome home, baby!” He says with a huge smile plastered on his face. Placing his hands under your thighs, he lifts you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as you laugh. Chris walks over to the kitchen counter and gently sits you down.

He places a gentle kiss on your lips, thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs. You both grin as you kiss one another, resting your forehead against his when you break the kiss. “Are you sure you’re ready to spend every day with me?” You tease, heart fluttering when he wraps his arms around your waist.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You distract yourself by sorting the boxes, putting everything in its corresponding room before ordering some groceries. Hearing Ivry setting up your laptop to play music as you set up the few things you had in the living room, breaking down the empty boxes and moving into the bathroom.

Halfway through finishing up the bathroom, your doorbell rings, letting you know your groceries had arrived. You put everything away and grab the bottle of wine with two glasses before making your way to your bedroom. Ivry sat in the middle of the room, folding your clothes into piles.

“Leave that. I can do it later.” You said, handing her a glass of wine.

“When is your furniture coming?” She takes a sip of the red liquid, looking around the empty room. You do the same, taking a seat on the opposite wall and leaning back against it.

“Some things come tomorrow. The rest comes next week.” You both sit there in silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. You slightly swirl the wine in your glass, mindlessly thinking about the whole situation.

“Chris said I threw away our relationship by not trying to fix what happened.” You say, staring at the floor. “But I just don’t understand how he can expect me to forgive him so easily? He spent three months lying to me, three fucking months.” Your eyes fill with angry tears.

“You have every right to not want to fix it. What he did is wrong, in every aspect. Forgiving him would probably just make him feel better about himself.” She watches you, noticing your tears.

“She’s really pretty.”

“Y/n..” she’s quick to interrupt

“No, but she is. She has this beautiful head of hair and long legs. Her smile is pretty, too. I can see why he chose her.” You let out a dry laugh. “The first few days after I left, I would spend all day comparing myself to her. I tore myself apart making the comparisons, and I think that hurts the most. The one thing I was most insecure about was my looks. I never thought I was good enough for him. And I was right.” You shrug, downing the rest of the wine in your glass. Ivry just sits there while you rant, knowing how badly you need to get these feelings off your chest.

“I know I can’t just blame him. She obviously knew we were together, so she isn’t innocent. But the way Chris didn’t even bother keeping it out of the public eye makes me so angry. Everyone knows, it’s everywhere. All over those stupid celebrity tea websites, on every headline, all over Twitter, everywhere! It’s so humiliating.” You groan and throw your head into your hands.

“I know, but you can’t let what other people think get to you. You’re beautiful, Y/N, believe it or not.” She shuffles closer to you, grabbing your face so you can look at her. “You did nothing wrong. You can be mad, or sad, or whatever you want to feel, but at the end of the day, this isn’t your fault.”

You just nod, letting her words sink in. She doesn’t push on the topic any longer, just places a kiss on your forehead and helps you sort out the rest of your clothes.

The two of you spend the next few hours drinking and unpacking. You even went as far as cracking a few jokes, laughing until your stomachs hurt. It felt good to have Ivry around. She felt like a breath of fresh air after the last few weeks.

It was dark by the time she left, repeating the words she told you earlier before telling you she’d stop by again in a few days. You cleaned up the empty boxes and spotted an extra box in the corner of your bedroom. Kneeling in front of it, you opened it up and saw more clothing, pulling them out and putting them into the closet. The last piece was a hoodie, but your heart dropped when you realized it belonged to Chris.

His cologne invaded your senses. You ran your hand over the worn down Patriots logo. Hesitantly, you pull it over your head, letting it drape over your body. Hot tears filled your eyes as you wrapped your arms around yourself. All the heartbreak you felt when you first confronted him was crashing down on you like a mountain of bricks.

You missed Chris more than you wanted to admit. You yearned for the carefree days, when you were happy, when he seemed like the perfect partner. Part of you wished you never found out, that he would’ve just ended it before you had the chance to piece everything together. You gave your all to him, and that wasn’t enough. You’d never be enough for him.

Taglist - @happinessinthebeing @martinaityte @maylaysia109 @raajali3 @rookiemartin @strangeions

#chris evans #fanfic #cheating #infedelity #angst #breakup #cevans #chris evans fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans angst #chris evans and reader #second chances series

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jamiebluewind · 2 months

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My friend @winterpower98 is going to school to become an ASL interpreter, so we've been practicing together for a few months. I mostly just checked her signing and didn't sign myself because I was slower and didn't want to take up her valuable practice time clumsily trying to sign. Still, I intend to learn if for nothing else than having a way to communicate when I had a migraine.

Then I got sick.

I'm honestly not sure what's wrong with me, but in early January, I got a bad cough, asthma issues, and other various NASTY symptoms (leaving out to not get too tmi). The symptoms got worse quickly and I ended up at doctors and urgent cares and ERs. They found that I didn't have any of the major contagious things, but still my lungs were crap, my voice was nearly gone (just a whisper), and I was badly malnourished and dehydrated. One very scary phone call from a relative and two days of forcing my raw voice to work well enough to talk to police and relatives later, I lost my voice completely (save for little squeaks and rumbles). That was six weeks ago.

Winter and I didn't practice ASL the first two or three weeks I was sick (and I was honestly in no shape to do it anyway). Being mute was... okay at first. Annoying but manageable. But then as time went on, it got ROUGH. Being trapped in my own head and unable to convey things in real time took a toll on my mental health that I honestly wasn't expecting. Imaging being unable to even laugh or make frustrated noises or make sounds when you're crying hard and having a panic attack? It was hell! I couldn't got to therapy, see a doctor by myself (had to write a script for whomever came with me), contact services and doctors that didn't have messaging/email (they'd call back anyway despite me saying that I was completely unable to talk), tell people what I needed during a panic attack or sensory overload, or get my intrusive thoughts out (I say the out loud and work through them to see they aren't logical). When one doctor got really frustrated with me and proceeded to insult and lecture me for a solid 30 minutes (in front of my other friend who got very close to losing her temper), there was no way to report it because I had to CALL to place a complaint. I was limited to typing on my phone when I needed to communicate and even THAT was slow and not always possible (can't type during a coughing fit or if I had to leave my phone charging). Getting people's attention to notice me or read a message was also difficult, so I had to sit quietly AND patiently AND ignored so much of the time that I eventually broke down crying.

Eventually, I started doing a little ASL again. I wasn't expecting how hard it would be to sign things when I had only watched before. My movements were slow and clunky, sometimes I did the wrong sign, and I could only "talk" to one person, but the growing pains were worth the feeling of ACTUALLY communicating again. It's only been a few weeks, but I can already express my emotions/frustration and convey simple concepts during a conversation (instead of typing and having the conversation move on before I finish or just not feeling like my words were worth the effort on top of breaking the flow of a conversation). Yesterday, my bestie/roommate decided to start practicing the ASL alphabet and asked for a list of words I used the most so she could understand me too.

ASL has giving me back some of my autonomy. With a few signs and some finderspelling, I was able to tell Winter that I needed to eat, wanted leftovers, there was a bowl in the fridge, and to please add water (easier to swallow with my irritated throat). I can ask how people are, tell them how I'm doing, or just be a little goofy because I want to (like quoting NADDPOD and telling my friends "fuck you, I love you, eat a rat").

While being unable to talk for 6 weeks (and limited a bit before that) is nothing compared to the experiences of the deaf/Deaf, mute, and nonverbal communities, it made me realize how hard it is to navigate the world when your speech is impaired. It also made me develop a new appreciation for ASL. Originally, learning ASL was a novelty to me that might come in handy when I had a hemiplegic migraine (makes it hard to talk), but it was mostly to help Winter in her studies. Now it just feels... important. Like something more people should learn, be aware of, and accomodate for.

Tldr; Being unable to talk for over 6 weeks (and probably many more weeks after that) made me realize how important being able to communicate is to mental health, how society is not made to accomodate people with limited to no verbal communication ability, why learning ASL is so important, some of the struggles that people with limited to no verbal communication go through, and the fact that I am privileged in a way that I've never considered before.

#sick #sickness #temporarily mute #mute #asl #american sign language #paradigm shift #asthma #isolation #storytime #bluewind talks #sometimes I go nonverbal or get a hemiplegic migraine that makes it difficult to talk #but that's only for a few hours to a couple days #I've also had a constant woo woo throbbing sound in my left ear for years but that's just a thing #what I go through is NOTHING compared to the deaf/Deaf and mute and nonverbal communities #I have other things that require accomodations (like autism and left side weakness) so I ABSOLUTELY know how important they are #I wish this world was more accomodating for all of us #long post #rambles

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Home (NeteyamxOC) (part 4)

WARNING: English is not my first language. I apologise for incorrect grammars!

(This Story is also available on Wattpad and AO3, slide down for links)

My morning was a cloud 9 because I had very long sleep after I didn't get enough the other night taking care of Jake Sully's son. He was also in my bed, may I add. And knowing that I'm one step closer in solving my mystery, I was at bliss.

I cooked some foods for myself from the fruits I picked yesterday. From a small door made just for George in the lab, he entered wagging its tail happily. It's a good thing that George is a picky eater. It's like he's really made to be a house pet, he doesn't eat anything in the wild I didn't serve for him. Therefore, I don't have to worry that he might anything poisonous along his way.

I served his food on the bowl I made just for him and made him eat it as aI eat my own. After our breakfast, I took some papers and pen to list down all the things in the forest that could possibly be a cure or part of the cure. It took me a whole page to finish it. I've got no much time. I need to find a temporary cure as soon as possible.

I wore my jacket on me then my mask that I just refilled with oxygen. I, then, opened my door together with George to feel the fresh wind.

"Let's go George." I joyfully announced then we walked away.

"Good morning, sunshine." my body froze and George growled hearing that voice coming from the roof of my small lab. I shut my eyes tightly then slowly turned around, hoping this is all a nightmare and I'm just sleeping on the wrong side of my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked the Na'vi sitting at my roof as if it's some branch of a tree eating some fruit in his hand. A smile was playing on his lips as if we were some friends of sort.

"Come on now..." Neteyam threw the fruit as he finished then jumped landing right in front of me. "...it's not like I didn't tell you last time that I've decided to help, right?"

"And it's not like I permitted you to do so." I argued back.

He tilted his head as he looked down at me as his height literally towered over me. "Don't be rude. It's so early in the morning. How about you just lay back to your soft bed, tell me what to do, and I'll do all the job for you--"

"Aren't your parents looking for you?" I asked seriously trying to intimidate him.

"Maybe..." He looked around then back at me. "...but I can handle a whole day scolding just to help this forest."

I stared at him a bit more, realizing that unlike his father, he's got no eyebrows nor fifth finger. I think he got it with his mom.

I rolled my eyes trying not to ruin my day. I didn't say any word as I started walking away to god-knows-where. And I think Neteyam took it as a sign that I approved of his presence because he was gracefully following, like a kid jumping most of the times.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, smiling, his fangs showing. He was bending his neck to see me and it kind of annoyed me.

Without any notice, I changed path. I saw the tree I need to get the first element on my list.

"Hey." Neteyam called but he easily caught up to me. Now, we both stood in front of a tall tree. "I was asking you a question."

"And why would I say my name to you?" I answered just for the sake of talking while checking on the leaves that sit at the very top of the tree. I can't use dry leaves, I need fresh one, unfortunately there's none reachable for me.

"Because you need to get used to me. I'll be tailing you around."

I sighed. "Enid." I simply answered then went around the tree to try my luck and find an accessible fresh leaves in which he followed me, clueless.

"Init?"

I rolled my eyes. "E-Nid." I emphasized.

There was a big "O" formed in his lips as if he was amused by my name. "Enid." he said dreamingly. "That's very beautiful. We can work on that." he nodded continuesly.

My shoulders dropped when we circled back to where we arrived, yet, there are no leaves to be found.

"Well, what have we got here?" finally, his attention shifted to where I was looking-- the tree. "You need something from there?"

I looked at him having a clue what might happen in the next minutes. "Yes. I need fresh leaves from this tree."

He nodded smirking. "And you can't reach it, can you?" he was trying to keep it cool, but he can't seem to hide his playful smile.

I scratched my forehead. "Unfortunately." it was almost a whisper.

His smile grew wider that he had to look at his side to hide it then bring his gaze back at me again. "Well, that's sad. It seems you need someone expert at climbing trees to help you."

I tried not to look at his teasing face. "Yea."

He started checking my face, probably having fun because he'll finally hear something he wants to hear. "But you don't need any help, right? Just like what you said before. So I was thinking that maybe you could handle it yourself. C'mon, climb it--"

"Could you please..." I looked at his eyes trying to control my temper. "...just climb the damn tree and get some leaves?"

He pouted and stepped back, acting scared, playfully of course. "Why are you acting mean? You're just asking something from me. Could you at least be nice about it?"

"There's no way I'm going to beg for you to do a simple task."

"Oh it's fine. It's fine. I can also easily decline you and we can both stare at it until Eywa give it to you."

I bit my lip. "Fuck it." I hissed. "Fine."

I rolled my eyes and sighed in defeat. It took me a few seconds to build the words in my lips. "Neteyam..." I swallowed annoyingly when he started smiling again, like a kid waiting for the next lines, as his tail started to wag. "...can you climb this tree and get me some fresh leaves..." I was planning to end the statement there when Neteyam raised his non-existing eyebrows like waiting for the most exciting part of a story. "...please?"

He smiled proudly. "See? It wasn't that hard, was it? You look better being nice." he, then, started to examine the tree.

I looked at George who have been staring intensely at Neteyam ever since he joined our walk.

Neteyam, like an expert climber as he actually is, held the branch above him and pulled himself up. It's like the tree was actually made for someone like him to climb due to the big gaps of its branches, which is a fact. I saw how he whined in pain due to the wound he has on his chest. But he did not stop. It just took him three branches to climb before he finally found leaves.

I was shocked when, instead of taking few leaves, he split the branch out of the trunk than wave it to me, joyfully. I was about to tell him to just take some but he was back at focusing with his way down. In a swift second, he's beside me again.

"That was fun." he greeted.

"Why did you take the whole branch? I just need some." I scolded because it will be too heavy for me carry.

"Oh" he looked at it and snapped small branch from it but didn't present it to me. He just keep it with himself.

"Give it to me."

Suddenly, he smirked again and my world shattered once more. "You know, I made some realizations up there."

I clicked my tounge. "Just state your goddamn cost."

He laughed. "Okay, chill. How about we make a condition. Every time i've got to help you, you will answer my question. Any question."

I looked at him boredly. "You're really annoying. I want to fucking crush you."

He laughed again. "Trust me, I know."

"What's the question?"

He act as if thinking, putting the back of his hand under his chin. "How old are you?"

I didn't waste any second thinking whether to answer his lame question. "Eighteen, now give me the leaves."

"You're eighteen?" he asked in amusement as he give me the leaves and throwing the rest of the big branch on the ground. "That's cool, I'm nineteen."

It's not like I even care.

I started walking again as I store it in my bag, leaving him behind knowing that he'll follow me once more.

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