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iliektehhaxs · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Clive Rosfield Edition

Pairing: Clive Rosfield/Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors DNI

Author’s Note: Might've gone overboard, this ended up being 2.7k words!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Clive makes it his personal mission to make you as comfortable as possible both during and after sex. His arms become your own personal cocoon, kissing your forehead as he cradles you closer. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” Clive asks, checking over you once, twice, before you have to stop him with a hand to his chest. “I’m fine, really, you didn’t do anything that I wasn’t actively encouraging.” You lay a kiss to the hand resting on your cheek, enjoying the smile that blooms on his face. “Are you sure?” He studies your nude body concerned, lightly rubbing the indents where his hands gripped you. You nod. “I’m sure. Now come, lay with me.”

“As you wish.” He answers, moving to hold you close.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It might sound cheesy but he genuinely enjoys watching you smile, it brightens his day like nothing else. For him, it’s his arms, because you get so giddy when he lifts you for a hug, legs dangling in the air. The two of you are walking side by side through a meadow, a rare day of peace where Clive can simply enjoy being in the moment with you. You had insisted on a break, and now that he’s here he feels a sense of calm wash over him. Your stumbling form brings him out of his head, moving quickly to catch you before you fall. “Are you alright?” You both look down, a huff of annoyance escaping you. “Just tripped over some rocks, I’ll be fine.” A closer look and the road ahead is a bit uneven. He couldn’t risk you falling and hurting yourself, so his next course of action was obvious.

Within seconds you find yourself lifted bridal-style in his arms, holding onto his tunic in shock. “What—Clive?” Your legs dangle in the air, secured by strong arms beneath you. You look at him, waiting. His tone is genuine, but the pleased smirk he wears tells another tale. “I can’t have my lady walking in such dangerous conditions, what kind of man would I be?” You raise an eyebrow in knowing, aware that he just wanted an excuse to hold you. “You could’ve just asked me, you know.” He nods in agreement. “Yes, I could have. But this is more fun.”

You feel yourself laugh in his arms as he walks, an ever-present smile on his face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves the sight of his cum dripping from you, but equally hates the smug look Tarja gives him when he asks for some medicine the day after. He’ll settle for finishing on your stomach to save himself the embarrassment but if you want to watch every thought exit his brain ask him to come inside you, he’ll never say no.

“My love,” he grunts, the scruff of his beard tickling your neck. He’s pushed himself as far as he can go, unwilling to separate for a second. “Tell me to stop, please—“

His movements are uncoordinated, single-minded in their attempt to bring you pleasure. You can barely hear him past the sound of your own moans, but your legs bring him closer either way. “Don’t, stay, please—“

Something snaps in his brain, his thrusts move even faster, a hand on your hip to keep you steady as his hips cant deliciously into yours. “Founder help me, you feel so good, fuck—!”

He cries your name as he stumbles off the edge, a violent shudder moving through his body. When he finally gathers himself he looks down at you through lidded eyes, a dopey grin stretched across your face.

“A smile like that means I must have done well.” He breathes, shallow and ragged. He watches his seed spill from you captivated, a single finger moving to spread you apart and watch more of him drip from you.

Tarja be damned, this was worth it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to be submissive to you, wants to just lay back and take whatever you have to give, but the poor boy doesn’t know how to express it. It might have to take some detective work from you, but if you ever figure it out he’s putty in your hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had no previous lovers besides you, but he isn’t totally oblivious, trust me when I say he’s eager to learn.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good ol’ missionary, also enjoys doggystyle. Something about the sound of you screaming his name into the pillow drives him wild.

Muffled noises leave your lips, a beautiful song of his name harmonizing perfectly with the sound of his hips meeting yours. You’re pressed perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes it, a hand running down your back appreciatively.

He finds himself grinning at another whine of his name, fully draping himself over you. His lips meet your ear as the force of his thrusts increases, legs shaking in an attempt to keep up with his brutal pace.

“Just like that my love, you’re doing so well.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To him, having sex is his way of showing his love for you, and he’s very serious about that. He’ll crack a smile or two, but if you joke around too much he’ll probably look at you confused before starting again, making sure that this time you’re too preoccupied to try.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does keep himself trimmed regularly, a habit from his days as a former royal.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Having sex with Clive is a declaration of his love to you, every action speaks to you in a profound way that extends beyond just pleasure. There's something so affectionate about being with Clive, every action fulfilling a need you were never aware of. His touch, a declaration of his love, his words devout.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Moderate sex drive, doesn’t really jerk off and if the urge does rise, he’d rather just go to you. On the off-chance he does partake it’s very quick, driving himself to pleasure as fast as possible with a hand on his mouth to silence himself.

You had left early in the morning while he was still asleep and when he woke up he found himself missing you, which then evolved into him missing your body, how soft it was under his hands, how it moved for him as he explored it. Further and further did his imagination take him under his fingers squeezed at his hardening cock, a sigh leaving him as he freed himself from his nightwear.

He wanted to take his time but the thought of you made him frantic, hand moving faster and faster against his length. Just when he felt that blinding sensation build up in his core the door opened abruptly, the shock causing him to halt in fear before he realized it was you who walked in.

A look of shock, then of lust passed through your face. “Of all the things I expected to find, this was not on the list.”

Clive moves to apologize, reaching for a blanket to cover himself before he’s stopped by your hands at his wrist.

You eye him up and down, pulling the blanket further away as you sit at his side, lips kissing softly at his neck. He’s confused, hesitant to move from his spot.

“My love?” He asks, looking up and down at you. His cock is still throbbing with need, even more so now that you’re touching him, breath hitched when your fingers trace against his length.

You whisper into his skin, breathy. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here before, but I’m here now. Let me take care of you.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink - He’s always complimenting you one way or another, whether that’s on the battlefield or in the bedroom.

Body Worship - Truly believes you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he makes you feel like it too. If you’re insecure about anything, he’s going to make it his personal goal to show you how perfect you are.

Frottage - Sometimes the two of you are so eager that you can’t be bothered to take your clothes off. At times like this he’s content to watch you fall apart on his lap, only to have his hips stutter when your fingers press against his clothed erection.

Size Difference - He can’t help the pride that swells in him when you can’t reach something and have to ask him for help, it makes him feel needed. He also can’t help how his dick throbs when you struggle to take it, the smallest little bump forming against your stomach when he pushes all the way in.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, or if you’re on the road, a local inn. He prefers sex to be somewhere neither of you can be bothered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Spending time with you, holding you close. It’s not unsurprising to have a hand “innocently” rest under your clothes and if anything else were to happen, well, that’s just a happy accident.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything pain-related, or anything that can draw blood. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so any and all weapons are off the table.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Has a preference for receiving rather than giving, only because the sight of you with his cock in your mouth makes him weak in the knees.

His hands are bundled in the sheets, hunched over, trying his best to control his hips. Your mouth laps at the head of his cock, and when you look up at him doe-eyed he nearly comes right then and there.

You love him when he’s like this, such a strong man reduced to his base form, struggling to contain himself under waves of euphoria. When you lift your mouth away he begs for you to return, only to silence himself when you put his hand in your hair.

“Go on,” you goad, licking a stripe against his length. You don’t miss how his fingers tighten in your locks.

Your only warning is a groan of your name before he forces you to take every inch he has to give, a sinful grin curling at his lips when he feels you gag.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, purposefully strokes, enjoys taking his time with you. Might treat you a bit rougher if he’s had a bad day, but he’ll apologize after and give you the best aftercare the world has ever seen.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s short on time, sure, but he much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like before, he isn’t experienced so any risks being taken would most likely be proposed by you. He’s up for trying anything once, so long as it isn’t dangerous.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Former Shield of Rosaria, as well as the Dominant of Ifrit? You’d be lucky if he breaks a sweat.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He probably wouldn’t think about them until you showed him one, all of a sudden a new world has been unlocked to him. This goes back to the dirty secret bit, but he’s also played around with the idea of you using them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease you, but can never commit to it because the moment you beg him to keep going he’s quick to give you whatever he wants.

He has you encased in his arms, back pressed against his front as his fingers move across your aching sex, so close and yet so far from what you need.

He laughs at your frustration, keeping your legs held open with one hand while the other makes feather light touches against your exposed folds. He’s enjoying himself, but you’re fit to burst.

“You look beautiful like this, a pleasure for my eyes only.” He whispers into your ear.

Even when he’s teasing you he’s a romantic, even if you’re ready to cry in dismay.

“Clive, I’m begging you—“ You reach a hand to his wrist, pressing his hand further to touch your clit. “Touch me, please.”

He looks down at your glassy eyes, and his heart tugs at the sight of you so desperate. He obliges without a second thought, enjoying the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not a moaner, but a chatter. Likes to tell you exactly what you do to him as he fucks you.

“Founder, I could spend the rest of my days like this—“

A sharp thrust leaves you keening, a jumbled mess of what would be his name leaving your lips. The sound of his cock entering you is obscene, only made worse by your own voice crying out for him.

“—you, ah, you want that, right? Want me buried inside you until you can’t stand—“

He can barely finish a sentence without moaning, too far gone in the feeling of your wetness clenching around him. You don’t reply, but your body tells all, your back arching off the sheets.

“Ah, I knew you would,“ He hits that spot inside that has you seeing stars, and before you could scream he swallows whatever sound you make with his mouth against yours, sloppy and unrefined.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls away to admire your supple body laid bare before him. With a growl, he continues. “Don’t worry, I want that too.”

He doesn’t stop moving, not for a second.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes to use Ifrit’s flames to keep you warm in the cold winter nights. It’s also an excuse to keep you close.

Even as you sit in front of the fireplace a chill is settling deep into your bones. After the third shudder you find yourself lifted into the air by a familiar pair of arms, enveloping you in a warmth that causes you to relax instantly.

“You didn’t have to Clive,” you murmur, moving closer into him. “The fireplace would have gotten me warm soon enough.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Would that have been before or after you turned into a block of ice?”

You smile at the joke, relaxing even further when he presses a kiss into your hair. He places you on the bed, quickly maneuvering himself behind you as a blanket of heat spreads across you.

“Sleep well, my dear. I’ll keep you warm instead.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 inches, very girthy, needs to work you up a bit before getting anything done, but once you’re nice and prepared you feel so full.

No matter how many times you’ve had sex, Clive always marvels at how tight you are, how small you look beneath him or how wide your eyes get when he rests himself at your entrance.

The first time you had sex you had told him unsure, “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

He proved you very wrong that night, as he did every night since. Even now, as your eyes roll back at the delicious stretch he provides, he’ll prove you wrong once more.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate, he's always thinking about you and making sure you're comfortable.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The moment he’s certain all your needs are met he’s falling asleep alongside you. Will also take some time in the morning just to admire you before he has to leave.

#final fantasy xvi #final fantasy xvi smut #clive rosfield #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #ff16 #big man with an even bigger heart #please just give him a hug he needs it #robo writes

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generalkenobee · 4 months

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Can u do reader sitting on Luke’s lap as he fucks you and is jus so in love w you :( <3 He keeps whispering praises in the crook of her neck like “you’re being Sucha good girl” “I love you so much” “you’re so hot like this” Ugh please I love him sm

OFC I CAN!! sorry this took so longgg thank you for the request

Warnings:

kinda Dom! Luke, praise, making out, Luke being handsy, fluffy smut, dry humping, inappropriate use of the force💙

"pretty girl"

Luke had his big hands slowly running up your thighs while they were spread across his waist. "You're so pretty like this..my perfect lady" he said running his soft lips up from your pulse over to your jaw. You gasped running your hands though his blonde hair, tugging on it lightly, you let out a soft moan out of pleasure.

You and Luke had done some stuff before but it's still always so intense, he's always so so gentle with you scared he'd grab your hips or wrists too tight and bruise you.

Your hands tugged at your boyfriends shit lightly "want me to take this off?" He questioned smiling at you. You nodded your head, embarrassed. "Alright.." he placed both hands at the bottom of his shirt pulling it up over his head, revealing his strong arms and toned chest.

Of course he had abs, I mean this young man has saved the galaxy before.

You slowly ran your hands down his chest and back up, resting your hands and his shoulders and he let out a breath at the contact.

You couldn't take it anymore, as if you weren't in control of your own body, your hips started moving. You grinded you cunt down onto his muscly thigh taking in the feeling of his rough pants "Luke..." your arms wrapped around his neck letting your head fall into his shoulder.

You continued humping him while he praised you "that's good baby, get yourself off on me" his hips bucked up and his hands tightened on your hips "you deserve it pretty girl"

Your cunt quivered at his words, pulsing and squeezing around nothing. Your hips spread up slightly thanks to Luke teasing your clit via the force "Luke!" You threw your head back, squeezing his bicep with your left hand while your right ran through his hair.

"oh good girl" he said, his voice low and husky. You could feel his hard cock poking at your leg but he didn't care about himself right now, he just wanted you to finish and feel good.

And he'd known you long enough to know when you were close "that's right..just a little more yeah?" He started bouncing his leg up and down causing you to start bouncing as well "ah- ah I- Luke!" You gripped at his hair again, this time pulling it not so gently "oh maker yes! Mmm"

You rode out your orgasm on his leg while your cunt spasmed around nothing. "You're so perfect when you cum baby"

OHH LOOK I FINALLY POSTED AN ACTUAL STORY!

#x reader #generalkenobee #star wars #star wars x reader #star wars x you #star wars smut #star wars x y/n #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker smut #lukeydookie #asks open

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adoremexxs · 9 months

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Can you pretty please write a part 3 of the Sekido story? But no smut pretty please?? 🥺🙏🙏🙏

of course my pookie 🙄 and get that König pfp outta here smh blowing up my phone abt him!

Modern!Sekido x reader

warnings: uhhh feeling guilty??, kissing, this is just fluffy tbh

Sekido was utterly obsessed with you.

He would never admit that though.

The way that you move, the way that you talk, how kind you are, how beautiful you are, how compassionate you get whenever you are talking about your favorite hobby.

Sekido loves it all.

He doesn’t deserve an angel like you.

His feelings for his ex still remained incredibly strong but his feelings for you were just as strong.

He felt guilty.

He still was in love with his ex but this beautiful lady that he was seeing was so kind and compassionate and wasn’t cold to him.

You guys weren’t…dating or anything. You were just more so friends and you hung out almost everyday.

Just like today! You were going over to his house! You were so excited and you had to pick your very best outfit.

He said that his brothers wouldn’t be home so it would just be you two.

Of course, you have to wear something that makes your curves stand out and make you look all cute. You fixed your hair, your makeup and your outfit before hurrying to his house.

The Hantengu brother house had been renovated. Sekido had been saving up money to fix up the old house, he told you this. He worked a bunch while also going to college. You admired him. He works so hard to take care of him and his brothers.

You muster up the courage to walk up to the door but before you could knock, Sekido opened the door and he had a small smile on his face.

“(Y/N)…”

“Hi, Sekido!” You take a moment to check him out. He was wearing a black compression shirt. You were about to fold in half in all honesty. Even though it’s 100 degree weather, he was wearing long sleeves. You weren’t going to question why. You already knew the answer.

He was also wearing grey sweatpants. Oh boy. You definitely were admiring his body before he awkwardly coughs, his face flushing as red as his eyes.

“Do you want to come in?”

“Yes!”

The renovations were so nice. You could tell that Sekido spent his life savings on this house. While you were busy admiring the house, Sekido was getting you a glass of water.

“So, uh, (Y/N)-“

“Can I see your room?” Sekido looked a bit shocked by that as he hands you your water. You immediately downed it, looking so excited to see his room.

“Uhm, sure. This way.”

His room was clean. Very…clean. It almost unsettled you and Sekido awkwardly stood there as you examined his room before falling onto his bed.

His face reddened even more as the skirt you wore rode up and he quickly looked away. “Do you like it…?”

“Mhm! It’s so cozy and clean.” You rolled onto your back, looking up at him. “Come join me, Seki.”

Sekido shuffled towards you, sitting down his bed. You pout and sit up, grabbing ahold of his hand just to hold onto it. You knew that he appreciated any little physical touch you gave him. It’s what he constantly craved for.

“(Y/N)…” Sekido started, avoiding eye contact with you, “What are we?”

You blink in surprise. You didn’t really know how to approach this but you decided to take it slow and steady.

“I would like to be more than friends, if you want to.”

“Like dating?”

“Yes, Sekido.” You brush a strand of hair behind his ear, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I like you a lot.”

Sekido was silent before you saw the tears watering in his eyes.

“Seki, don’t cry!”

“(Y/N)…I’m still in love with my ex…I…I don’t want to hurt you…I like you a lot too but she just…I don’t know…She was my first everything and you are too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” The tears fell from his eyes. Sekido was usually a man who kept his feelings to himself and always acted angrily but with you, he melted.

He let his sensitive side show constantly with you. Sekido would hold you in his arms from time to time. You would never protest. It was comforting to have someone in his arms knowing they wouldn’t leave but at the same time, he was scared that you were going to leave like his ex.

You immediately pull him into your embrace, laying down on his back and letting Sekido rest his head on your chest. “Sekido, I don’t care if you still love her and still want her. I’m willingly to wait for you. You don’t know how much you mean to me, Seki. I will wait forever for you if that is what it takes. You are a good person. You are enough. You didn’t deserve that treatment from her and your brother. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Your words warmed Sekido’s heart. You could feel his body trembling and his lip quivering as those tears fell from his pretty eyes. He was such a beautiful crier. Hell, he’s beautiful in general. He didn’t say anything as you play with his hair, letting him hug you and cry into you.

Sekido couldn’t express how much he appreciated you and was so thankful that you came into his life. You made him so happy just by being his friend and comforting him.

“I will wait for you, Sekido.” You reassure him again.

You went to say something else but you were cut off by Sekido’s lips crashing onto yours. Your yelp was muffled but you didn’t resist him. His swollen eyes and nose with tear streaks down his face was too cute to resist.

Sekido had gently bit your bottom lip and slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice. You allowed him, returning the same hungry energy back. You felt his nails dig into your shoulders and pull you closer to him. He was scared that you were going to leave him.

After a bit, he pulled away, his face flushed and a string of saliva still connecting your lips as he panted for air.

“Please,” His voice trembled and cracked as he begged you, “don’t ever leave. Please just wait for me, (Y/N).”

You smile at him, panting for your own air. You cup his face again.

“I will wait for you, Sekido. Don’t worry.”

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calisources · 1 year

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QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY. sentences quotes from netflix's queen charlotte: a bridgerton story. these include mentions to royalty, high society england, babies and some foul language and suggestive scenarios. please change pronouns as you see fit. a reminder that bridgerton is a period romance drama in a quasi-historical setting. spoilers for the entire series.

"It is quiet here."

"(name) is going to he a father?"

"Yes. Your line will live on."

"Fancy meeting you here. You did not go over the wall."

"Do not feel sorry for me. I do not know anything else. I've always been this. An exhibit instead of a person."

"You are a person to me."

"You're breathtaking."

"It is pretty. But it has a thousand tiny buttons. I'm suddenly concerned that I may have made the wrong choice."

"I'm very good with buttons. (name)."

"Do you know what happens on our wedding night?"

"Ah, yes. I know everything. I've...seen drawings and had a detailed explanation as to what is to occur."

"I do not like the part where my head hits the wall over and over again. Is there a way to avoid that?"

"Yes, there is a way to avoid that."

"Impressionable? Trust me. No sexual innuendo makes an impression upon your sisters. "

"I wish it did, that they might get idea to marry and start fornicating."

"Perhaps, then, I might have legitimate grandbabies. Instead, virgins to the left of me, and whores to the right."

" You are doing it correctly? Making sure he's putting it in the right place?"

"Hello, my Lady. Are you in need of assistance of some kind?"

"If you must know, I'm trying to ascertain the best way to climb over the garden wall."

"Oh, well, that is impertinent. None of your business. The King. No one will speak of him. No one. He is clearly a beast or a troll."

"I'm a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?"

"I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to go over a wall so she does not have to marry me. Hello, (name). I'm (name)."

"Not Your Majesty. (name). I mean, yes, Your Majesty, but to you, just (name)."

"I almost asked a footman to lie on top of me today".

"How joyful it is to be a lady."

"There are worse fates than marrying the King of England."

"You have good hips, you will make lots of babies."

"A problem is only a problem if the palace says there is a problem."

"By “business,” do you mean fornicating with your mistresses, or do you mean producing more bastards for me to ignore?"

"You are the (noble title); you can do whatever you like."

"I’m completely alone, and you prefer the sky to me."

"I’m not quiet; it’s simply that my husband is loud."

"They dangle joy in front of me and never let me grasp it."

"If you were not the (noble title), if you were not, your life here would be very different."

"You’re not some simpering girl. You are the queen."

"The king has not been himself lately."

"I thought that terror was a price of being royal."

"Every man and woman in the British Empire obeys the queen’s whim. We would go to battle to save her. "

"What does any woman of the ton know of true friendship?"

"We are untold stories. Yesterday, you told me some of your story, and I thank you."

"My garden did not die with my husband because it had never been planted."

"I want to be gardened as much as possible."

"Love is determination. Love is a choice one makes. You take someone in marriage, and you choose to love them."

"A queen’s first responsibility is not to her whim but to her people."

"I care not for his sanity. I care for his happiness. I care for his soul."

"Let him be mad is mad is what he needs."

"This darkness is my burden. You bring a light."

" I cannot breathe when you are not near."

"You are a rare jewel."

"A girl is wonderful. And a strong queen is just what this country needs."

"Come. Hide from the heavens with me."

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme

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reashot · 1 year

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And the Highest Bidder goes to....

Papa Arc: Son. I want to apologize first for what I'm about to do.

Jaune: Dad you are trying to sell me off. No amount of apology can make up for it.

Papa Arc: Okay, fair enough. But I still want to tell you that we really needed the money.

Jaune: Dad. This is literally slavery.

Papa Arc: No it's not.

Jaune: Yes it is.

Papa Arc: No it's not.

Jaune: Yes it is. Or I will tell mom!

Papa Arc: You wouldn't dare! And you're wrong. I'm not selling you. I'm just auctioning your time for people who wants to spends time with you.

Jaune: Dad... That's called pimping. You are pimping me.

Papa Arc: Well at least it's not slavery... Anyway it's curtain time.

Jaune: Wait what?!

The curtains pulls up revealing a large groups of people each of them sitting on a table. Everyone looking at Jaune with hungry eyes. And when Jaune looks closer at them all of them are woman around the same age as his mom.

Papa Arc: Ladies of a certain age group. I have the main auction right here. Jaune Arc. Let's start the bidding at 100k Lien.

??? : Wait a second, wait a second. Before we start is he "unspoiled?"

Jaune: Dad?!

Papa Arc: I'm sorry son... *shudder* Yes he's a virgin... (Maybe this is a bad idea...)

The room then suddenly erupted into a loud cacophony of shouting, cheering and lewd hollering.

???: Wooh Yeah I'm so gonna tap that Ass!

??? : I can't wait to see him squirm under me...

??? : Maybe if we split the cost, we can each have a turn with him?

Papa Arc: (Oh sweet brothers. This is going too far. Jaune is your own son for goodness sake. Do you really want your own son getting rap...)

??? : 500k Lien!!!

Papa Arc: (On second thought the money will help deal with whatever guilts I will have. 😈) We have 500k. We just getting started and we are already starting strong! Is there anyone here willing to go a little higher?

??? : 550!

Papa Arc: We have 550!

??? : 600!

Papa Arc: 600!

??? : 700!

??? : 800!

As Jaune hears his price going up. He starts finding it hard to stand up. And he can feels the gaze of the all women in the room becoming more and more intense. Like he is going to be swallowed whole and in few moments it probably will become true. Jaune wants to run away but he can't. And he will soon become a plaything for a rich old woman.

???: 900!

Papa Arc: We have 900! Going once...

??? : 1 millions Lien!

Papa Arc: 1 mil Holy! I mean is there anyone willing to go a little higher... I guess it's final then. 1 mil going once!

Jaune: (Please, someone please save me... 😢)

Papa Arc: Going twice!!!

Jaune then breaks down crying...

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Oh no 😱 poor Jaune if only there's someone to save him...

Special announcement:

Now that Valentine is almost upon us I will take FREE commission to write a short romance story for any RWBY ship of your choice and published it here on Tumblr under your name before Valentine. I can only take 3 and it's first come, first serve basis. So DM me if you want. No smut though. Just give something to work with like how do you want them to interact, what kind of setting you like to see and pretty much things along that line.

#jaune arc #jaune #papa arc #human auction #papa arc being a bastard #rwby #rwby memes #rwby shitpost #jaune suffering #writing requests

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hannahmanderr · 1 year

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DannyMay Day 11 - Underwater

whoops here's another that's an extremely loose interpretation of the prompt

Words: 2,384 (FFN)

Summary: "Look, let me save you some time. No, I didn’t have anything to do with his lunatic schemes or whatever. No, I didn’t know he was trying to go after that one kid. And no, I didn’t know that Vlad [REDACTED] Masters was a [REDACTED] ghost!" - from APPDTRScpt 01829 (post-PP)

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AMITY PARK POLICE DEPARTMENT - CONFIDENTIAL

TRANSCRIPT 01829 ([DATE REDACTED])

PARTICIPANTS: Detective Matthew Juarez; Laney [LAST NAME OMITTED]

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BEGIN TRANSCRIPT

DET. M. JUAREZ: So, Ms. Re-

[OMITTED], L.: For the love of God, please don’t use that name with me. I told them when they brought me here I just wanted to be called Laney, and I seriously meant that.

DET. M. JUAREZ: … Alright then, Laney, do you know why we’ve brought you here today?

[OMITTED], L.: If I say yes, does that mean you’ll let me go sooner?

DET. M. JUAREZ: I mean, when you go home depends on if you can help us answer some questions or not.

[OMITTED], L.: You realize that sounds manipulative as [REDACTED]?

DET. M. JUAREZ: I can assure you, Laney, I’m not trying to manipulate you. We’re just trying to make sure justice gets served. I’m sure a reasonable young lady like you can understand that, right?

[OMITTED], L.: Okay, first of all, I’m not a “young lady.” That just sounds creepy. And second, can we just… not with the whole cop-aganda bit? You’ll just make this a [REDACTED] of a lot more painful.

DET. M. JUAREZ: … Right. Well, how about we start with a simple question, then? How old are you, Laney?

[OMITTED], L.: I’m 18, so please, like, don’t treat me like a kid?

DET. M. JUAREZ: Fair enough. Where are you living right now?

[OMITTED], L.: I don’t have an address, if that’s what you’re getting at. Been couch surfing for a few months now.

DET. M. JUAREZ: Did something happen to your parents?

[OMITTED], L.: (laughter) If by something you mean they’re living their perfect little lives all happy and stuff, then sure, we’ll say something happened to them.

DET. M. JUAREZ: … Okay, let me rephrase that. I see here you only turned 18 last month. What happened before then to make you homeless?

[OMITTED], L.: Got caught making out with my girlfriend, that’s what. Dear old Mom and Dad didn’t waste any time throwing me out after that. Can’t have an abomination to God living in their house, right?

DET. M. JUAREZ: I’m sorry to hear that, Laney. Do you nee-

[OMITTED], L.: Save it. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. As soon as I save up enough, I’m off to New York and I’ll be living with my girlfriend while she goes to school. So long as I have that, I’ll be fine.

DET. M. JUAREZ: So you would say money is a big driving force in your life right now?

[OMITTED], L.: When isn’t money a driving force in someone’s life?

DET. M. JUAREZ: … I’ll take that as a yes, then.

DET. M. JUAREZ: So money, then - is that why you went to work for Vlad Masters?

(loud clanging)

[OMITTED], L.: (unintelligible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: What was that?

[OMITTED], L.: Are you [REDACTED] kidding me? That’s what this is all about?

DET. M. JUAREZ: Well, I-

[OMITTED], L.: I’m sick and tired of everyone asking me about him, alright? You’re like, the billionth person to ask me. Pretty sure the [REDACTED] FBI is gonna be after me next.

[OMITTED], L.: Look, let me save you some time. No, I didn’t have anything to do with his lunatic schemes or whatever. No, I didn’t know he was trying to go after that one kid. And no, I didn’t know that Vlad [REDACTED] Masters was a [REDACTED] ghost!

DET. M. JUAREZ: Please, Laney, I know you’re upset, but can we try and use language that’s a little less… strong?

[OMITTED], L.: Do you want your answers or not?

DET. M. JUAREZ: (sigh) Okay. So just to confirm, you were a part of the group known as the “Masters’ Blasters”? And you went by the name “Vid”?

[OMITTED], L.: (unintelligible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: … You’re going to have to speak up, Laney.

[OMITTED], L.: Yes, alright? I was part of his stupid little ghost hunting squad. If I’d known those were going to be the names he’d use or whatever, I never would’ve done it. God, I almost walked right out the door when he told me what I had to call myself.

DET. M. JUAREZ: So why didn’t you?

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: I mean, you said it yourself, right? I needed the pay. It was too good to pass up.

[OMITTED], L.: I didn’t realize he was going to start [REDACTED] extorting people! All it was supposed to be was a ghost hunting gig. It sounded fun, it paid super well, and I fit the role he wanted. End of story.

DET. M. JUAREZ: When you say “extorting people”, what do you mean by that?

[OMITTED], L.: (laughter) Nice try, Sherlock. I’m not about to admit to committing a crime in front of you, especially when I know this [REDACTED] is being recorded.

DET. M. JUAREZ: Okay then, can you at least tell me what Masters was doing to extort?

[OMITTED], L.: I don’t know, he just started charging people for our ghost hunting services once Phantom disappeared. And he kept wanting to increase the price, since there were so many attacks and stuff.

[OMITTED], L.: Like I told you, I wasn’t exactly in-the-know with his creepy plans. I don’t know why he did it.

DET. M. JUAREZ: I think the whole world is wondering why he did what he did.

DET. M. JUAREZ: What about your colleagues? The two that went by “Thrash” and “Download”?

[OMITTED], L.: Oh my God, you mean Cody and Max? Those two were complete idiots. All they were interested in was playing with the toys Masters gave us. I had to stop Max from cracking his skull open from playing around with that [REDACTED] jet pack. I don’t even know why they signed up.

DET. M. JUAREZ: I take it you didn’t get along, then.

[OMITTED], L.: God, no. I wanted nothing to do with those two dingbats. All the “camaraderie” stuff was just for the media purposes. Sell the brand or whatever [REDACTED] those business types are always on about.

DET. M. JUAREZ: I think I get the picture. Did they seem to be in on Masters’ plans? His ulterior motives, I guess I should say.

[OMITTED], L.: (sigh) I don’t think so, but I probably wouldn’t know. I tried to stay away from them as much as I could outside of work.

DET. M. JUAREZ: That’s understandable. We’re working on getting in contact with them for questioning, too. You happen to be the first we were able to find.

[OMITTED], L.: Whoo hoo, lucky me.

DET. M. JUAREZ: Now, I also wanted to ask you about collaborations with the Group for Interdimensional Warfare.

[OMITTED], L.: The what now?

DET. M. JUAREZ: You may know them better by their colloquial name - the Guys in White.

[OMITTED], L.: (unintelligible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Hmm?//

[OMITTED], L.: Those white suited Nazis can [REDACTED] off for all I care.

DET. M. JUAREZ: Those are some… strong words for them, I’ll say. Care to elaborate?

[OMITTED], L.: Elaborate on what? The totally bogus laws they kept claiming were legit? The illegal arrests and stuff? Like why the [REDACTED] did they make us try to do them? We’re like, barely adults with zero authority. The public didn’t even respect us that much!

DET. M. JUAREZ: Yeah, I wanted to touch on the arrests. We definitely had an influx of people being sent in for booking in that bit of time where Phantom disappeared. We basically had to turn around and let them all go immediately due to lack of grounds for arrest.

[OMITTED], L.: Course you did. Like I said, those laws they kept citing were totally bogus.

DET. M. JUAREZ: And you said you were involved in these GIW sponsored arrests?

[OMITTED], L.: Well… not -

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: Oh ha ha, nice try copper. I told you before, I’m not going to ‘fess up to anything that’s going to land me in trouble down the line.

DET. M. JUAREZ: If it helps, we have documentation that you were at least present for the arrest of Jack and Maddie Fenton.

[OMITTED], L.: God, just end me now.

[OMITTED], L.: That one… I just - ugh…

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: (inaudible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Well, I mean we really need you to answer these questions as best as you can, Laney. I suppose whether you do or not is up to you, but without your answers it’s going to be that much harder to nail down the real bad guys.

[OMITTED], L.: (unintelligible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Take your time. I’m in no rush.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: (inaudible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: What was that?

[OMITTED], L.: … I quit after that one.

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Why did you quit?

[OMITTED], L.: It was… I couldn’t do - I just…

[OMITTED], L.: That one was [REDACTED] up.

[OMITTED], L.: … Does your “documentation” say anything about what happened while we were upstairs?

(sounds of papers)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Not that I can see here… Why? What happened?

[OMITTED], L.: Oh, God… I…

[OMITTED], L.: Okay. Okay. Look, when we got there, the kids were there too. The Fenton’s kids, I mean. I think they had a couple of their friends there, I don’t know. I only kind of caught a glimpse of them in the other room. They - they saw… They saw us detain Jack and Maddie.

[OMITTED], L.: And look, before you ask, this was the one arrest that - it was different. Masters, he ordered the Fentons’ arrest directly. And he wanted it done… a specific way.

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: How did you detain them, Laney?

[OMITTED], L.: (unintelligible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Please, Laney, you have to speak up. If Masters asked you to do-

[OMITTED], L.: It was an electric net, alright? One of… one of the weapons Masters gave us. I think it was Cody that shot it. It wasn’t me, I swear.

DET. M. JUAREZ: It’s okay, Laney, I believe you. I believe you. Do you mind telling me what happened next?

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … I was supposed to go first. There was this whole script Masters wanted us to use. I had the first line. After I said it…

[OMITTED], L.: … That’s when I saw the kids.

DET. M. JUAREZ: And what did they do?

[OMITTED], L.: I didn’t see where they went at first. I only caught the glimpse of them before we kept going with the arrest. I only found out where they went… after…

[OMITTED], L.: I - I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but there was this huge explosion in their basement, sometime after we got Jack and Maddie out of the house. We thought it was a ghost at first, ‘cause Masters told us they were harboring a ghost fugitive, but…

[OMITTED], L.: … Oh my God, it…

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: When we got down there, the kids… (sounds of sniffling) Something had happened in their wall. It - it was completely destroyed and -

[OMITTED], L.: … and…

(silence)

(sounds of sniffling)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Let me get you-

[OMITTED], L.: No. No, I just… I got to get it out.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: The boy… The one who’s apparently Phantom, he - he was lying on the gr- on the floor…

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … I thought he was dead at first.

DET. M. JUAREZ: … Isn’t he already dead?

[OMITTED], L.: How the [REDACTED] was I supposed to know that at the time? All I saw was whatever had exploded in the wall and then the kid on the ground looking like he’d just been through a [REDACTED] war zone.

DET. M. JUAREZ: So did you call EMS?

(silence)

(sounds of sniffling)

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … No.

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Why not?

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Laney?

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … I was in too deep.

DET. M. JUAREZ: I’m sorry?

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: I - I’ve just been… so desperate to save up the money to get to New York and get to Shayna, and Masters, he was a total [REDACTED] but he kept promising us this really good pay, and -

[OMITTED], L.: … It was the worst because I knew, I knew like, deep down, I was going way off the deep end and - and ditching all my morals and stuff, but… I couldn’t stop. I had to keep going.

[OMITTED], L.: I was in too deep.

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: I don’t think anyone blames you for following through on Masters’ and the GIW’s orders, Laney. You’re only 18. It can be terrifying even for someone like me to try and stand up to powerful people like that.

[OMITTED], L.: (inaudible)

DET. M. JUAREZ: No, I’m not just saying it. And especially now? Knowing what Masters really is? And all those things he’s capable of? [REDACTED]. I think I’d do pretty much the same thing you did.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: I didn’t really… process it until I got back to my friend’s place. They didn’t know I was doing the whole thing for Masters. But…

[OMITTED], L.: … I started thinking about it all and I realized - I realized that it was too much of a coincidence for us to go and arrest Jack and Maddie and then that explosion and then the kid lying there…

[OMITTED], L.: So… so I started to think…

[OMITTED], L.: (inaudible)

(silence)

DET. M. JUAREZ: Well… The good news is we know he didn’t do that, right?

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: I guess.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … I called Masters and quit that night. I… I couldn’t stand what he’d done to me, and - God, he turned me into a [REDACTED] puppet, I was…

[OMITTED], L.: (sounds of sniffling, laughing) You know, looking back on it now, of course that kid would turn out to be Phantom.

DET. M. JUAREZ: What do you mean?

[OMITTED], L.: I mean, in some weird, [REDACTED] backwards way, he saved me.

[OMITTED], L.: I was drowning. Masters, the whole job… I was drowning in it all. Losing myself. And I couldn’t swim my way out of it.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: He threw me the life ring.

(silence)

[OMITTED], L.: … Can I leave now?

END TRANSCRIPT

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2023 #dannymay 2023 #hannah writes #fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #dialogue #sue me i wanted to experiment

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eldritch-spouse · 6 months

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Heya, hope u have nice, sunny day here👋

Should I say I'm blessed that I found ur blog? Prob yes cuz thanks to you, i got out of my artblock hole first time in three years 🛐 God is a woman truly, in Pinnie I trust- No jokes, thanks dearly. Let me throw some quick messy sketch on idea I got after crunching on some good stuff at your blog and by this morally prepare myself to throw some little drawings of ur ocs later lmao

Some visuals: https://ibb.co/album/LrrXvv

Looks like here's a strange new visitor, huh...

Meet Double Trouble!

First impression.

It's hard to tell that here's a monster in front of you – after all, "main" body looks 100% human! Ah, yes, for sure, Eve is true femme fatale with this charming looks of hers. It's no surprise she steals attention easily with this seductive eyes and lovely lips- And what about her long, luxurious hair? Perfection as it is!

Ah, but she looks kind of sick, you know? And it's not even about her deadly pale skin- Sometimes it seems like she's talking- even arguing with herself- And her hair moves strangely even without any wind from times to times. Sometimes she can even puke out very strange things... Hmm, have you ever seen her eating them, actually? Or just eating at all?

Of course, pretty ladies never walk alone – and in case of Eve, her guardian dog is glued to her... Well. Quite literally. Grghaath never delays his early introduction, opening his massive jaw on the back of her head just to slip in some comment every time he hears something intriguing without thinking twice. Or, for example, when he can sense some food nearby- And, well, with amounts he's consuming, here's no surprise Eve doesn't have to bother herself...

How he decide "what is food" is a different story tho. Pft, what a brute.

"I'm hungry, so hungry... Eve? Eve? Look, this thing looks delicious..."

"... Please, don't take him seriously, he is definitely not a brains in our duo."

What are they?

Joke of nature Very strange case of symbiosis between human and... Well, something non-human. Roughly speaking, they're closer to changeling in the matter of literally turning inside out if they feel the need to swap. For the most of the time, Grghaath hides inside Eve, letting her communicate with outside world; in cases of danger, they change, since in terms of raw power Grghaath is a clear winner. It's needless to say that their harmony and teamwork are impressive – no-no, what is truly shocking, that even after years of being in such unique alliance, sharing thoughts, etc., both of them saved their original personalities and clear lol minds. For now, they are like roommates, but with different sides of body... Bodymates? Side neighbours?? Inside-outsties??? 🤔🤔🤔

Grghaath looks like giant, constantly wriggling and moving mass of flesh with a lot of mouths full of sharp teeth (prob will remake it lol). Eye on his body belongs to Eve.

Eve looks like human mostly, no special features aside from long "scar" on her back and big mouth at the back of her head.

Both can use tendrils(?) masked as hair; both can talk with eachother in thoughts if needed, share senses/thoughts/memories/etc. Eve become much stronger after their fusion, Grghaath gained higher intelligence for those of his kind and brighter emotions.

Quick description.

Eve: maneater😏

Grghaath: maneater😧

Eve, as been said before, brains and beauty, face of the pair and the main reason both of them haven't gone insane honestly – mostly because of her incredible self-control. She has realistic outlook on life and strong personality, and she was already mature enough at the moment of fusion- This is why she successfully asserted dominance over her at that time new neighbor in a shortest time possible. Not a mothering type, but "cool elder sister with knowledge behind her back" type – smart and reliable one, doesn't afraid to take responsibility for her actions. Can be overly pushy and even suffocating tho-

Grghaath, well... He's not a baddest neighbour for sure. If you will ignore his bad eating habits, he's pretty chill dude! Can and will talk with people around him about some silly random shit. Usually mistaken for the some type of parasyte, which makes him so offended........ And leads to funny and emotional protests. Scarily fast learner! Will laugh it off if someone points it out. Very good hunter, adapts to every condition so quickly– well, yes... He doesn't like to get scolded if he gets catched for eating some lame loser. It's a need to be smart and fast enough. Still too animalistic to clean up his meals perfectly, so he still gets scolded :(

What's their motivation?

Grghaath wants to find truth. Both of them has no information about what in the goddamn world fused them nor who they were before their meeting, all their memories are foggy. Must say, it's not a "i want to get rid of her" thing, mostly just interest.

Eve doesn't have any strict plans for life, she goes where wind blows. For now she tries to find someone like them- well, like Grghaath. She knows that he feels lonely. Sometimes she wonders if it's better for them to be separated, so he can live normal live for his kind.

•••

Phew, this was exhausting- Anyways 😔🙏 hope it wasn't too bore for you lmao. Maybe I will polish this idea later. Only best wishes, I will come back with some sketches again soon-

Oooooooo-wow, that is a giant wall of text. Your general writing style reminds me of someone too. Hm 🤔.

I don't really know if this oc is connected to anything regarding my narratives or you just decided to show me them? In which case thank you, but I would really suggest you post this on your account because it's likely to get swallowed in a cluster of other asks here. And you deserve visibility, honestly.

I'm glad I broke that 3 year artblock that's one Hell of a fucking badge to wear! 💪👀

#unrelated⭐️

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Hi! What a nice surprise to wake up to. I'm on my way to work and reading this now cause I am desperate and can't wait until my break. Let's go!

Ugh Richie get your nasty cheetoh fingers off of her! R doesn't want to catch your crusty disease.

Oh boy. R will have a bruise cause of Richie. He is dead. Tara will gut him. See ya never again, bye! 👋🏼

Lol immediately R screams. Love that. She doesn't let Richie boss her around. Good.

Oh fuck yes! Well done Sam! Even if he isn't Ghostface, she should have kicked him out anyway. Finally Sam came to her senses. Better late than never.

Ha go drag his sorry ass! Too much to drink and just saw her. What a creep he is. Seriously, can Tara please kill him?

BITCH YOU AINT NOBODYS FRIEND. NO ONE LIKES YOU YOU DISGUSTING STINKY MAN!

Oh no. Go get Tara! RUN R!

lol, terrible timing cause Tara is probably getting stabbed right now but I knew it! That stupid darn whistle was entirely useless! Take that, whistle. I won.

Uff. My heart. Tara is never scared. She always has the upper hand. Now she can't do anything. Poor baby. She's probably so scared to die and leave R. R, just throw Richie at Ghostface and save Tara. He's expendable.

Hmm. Ghostface is bigger than Tara. That's not a miracle cause it applies to nearly everyone...

Okay, I hate Richie as much as the next person but "Mister Ghostface" made me cackle in the bus. That's so stupid but funny.

Hmm. Ghostface attacked the police. So maybe not Judy? But she is even more desperate to solve the murders for Wes so that's where the frustration can come from!

Tara 🥺

DAD SHUT UP. Of course Tara wants to see R. Blood or not. Ugh, men 🙄

Lol yes. Everyone against Richie. You go Dad!

Poor Sam. YOU GO SAM YES DRAG RICHIE THROUGH THE MUD. BADASS LADY

Unless she wasn't expecting it. Someone she knew. Who de we know that can break into a house and disarm an alarm. JUDY SHE IS A TRAINED SHERIFF. COME ON PEOPLE. (I hope in right cause I can't imagine/think of someone else...)

AS IF IT'S SAM. Nah ah. She would never hurt Tara. It's Mindy before it would EVER be Sam. No way in hell. (If it is Sam I will come for you btw)

Lol Mindy is prepared! Love that. (That you need a girlfriend line feels like a call out cause I also heavily thought about who Ghostface is... I just don't have a folder)

Nope. I take it back. Don't love it. Mindy is the horror buff but she fails to see the obvious connection of the victims being linked to R, so she accused Sam!?? Not in my watch! Obviously I don't want Tara to get caught but Sam IS NOT Ghostface! Focus people and figure it out. Ugh.

Oh right the police outside! Who can control the police? JUDY HICKS.

Yes Tara, please kill Richie. Pretty please 🙏

No Mindy you're not right and if you don't shut up I will punsh you.

Being in the hospital didn't work out that great for Tara in the movie...

How adorable is it that Tara got sliced and diced yet she still wants to protect R. Murderous tendencies aside, she really is the perfect girlfriend!

Phew what a chapter. Dragging Richie is my favorite past time activity.

Onto the suspects!

Richie clearly is not Ghostface. What a shame. Sam absolutely no way in hell. The Scooby Gang nah. As if they cared that much about Wes or anyone else to get revenge on Tara and R. That just leaves Judy! Who else could it be?? Someone strong and trained to take out an alarm system. Someone who knows about Tara and R. Wes probably told her. It's her.

🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

I live for your reviews 😭 please never stop. Re suspects… everyone is a suspect

#ask #ghostface!tara #spoilers

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midnightlitterateur · 4 months

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Undivided Attention

Pairing - Human Raphael/oc m/f

Summary - Leah Keene mistakes a prince of the hells for a gentleman of the night.

Warnings - m/f, penetration, massage, alcohol, foot fetish, biting,

Leah giggled as she followed the rail in the dark trying to discern which room was hers for the night. It was late and most of the rooms at Sharess’ Caress seemed to be loudly occupied, except one.

The door was ajar and a warm glow spilled out onto the walkway. “Knock knock,” she called out in a sing-song voice, entering the room and closing the door behind her.

“Well, look at you…” she slurred, “haven’t seen you round’ ere b’fore,”

The inhabitant of the room was a well dressed, middle aged man and he looked none too happy at her drunken intrusion as he stared at her over the top of his book.

“Y’not my usual type but I'll have a go, come on.” And with that she toddled off into the back, “bed in ere is it?” She toed off each of her boots on the way and removed her armour, leaving it where it fell.

He closed his book silently and carefully placed it down on the table then followed the intoxicated interloper into the bedroom. He had thought this night extremely uneventful and was about to leave but then sweet serendipity provides this marvellous opportunity.

“What's your name?” She asked, unlacing her leather breeches and pulling out the tails of her undershirt.

The man watched her with curious interest, “Raphael,” he answered with a smile that did not reach his eyes. A pretty, young thing. Brash, rude, gauche and of course - human.

“Well, Raphael. My name is Leah and it’s my birthday. You are my present, you lucky, lucky bastard.”

“Am I now? Well. I am not one to disappoint a lady - especially on her birthday of all days! What would you have of me?”

Leah threw herself back onto the ridiculously soft bed and sighed. “Your undivided attention.”

Raphael smiled with genuine amusement,“Oh,my dear. You couldn’t handle my undivided attention.”

“Try me!” She goaded, not realising the true extent of her mistake in her drunken state.

“As it is a special occasion, might I suggest something a little more…decadent?”

“Like what?” She questioned, ready to argue the point should he try to jack up the price. As far as she knew his time had already been paid for. A birthday gift from the pooled funds of her guildies as was their tradition.

“ There is nothing quite as erotic as the feel of oil on skin, the firm hands of a lover intimately guiding you to…ecstasy,” He made his words seem inviting, harmless in their intent. He was only here to please, after all and mortal skin was always so soft, especially the females. Divinely so - occasionally. Yes. This would be a most fulfilling evening indeed.

Raphael waved his hand and the candles dimmed to a comfortable glow, “disrobe, please,” he invited, softly. Leah did as she was told and removed the last few scraps of clothing, laying herself completely bare. She tumbled back onto the bed most unladylike and rolled onto her tummy. Waiting for Raphael to begin.

The excess oil dripped from his palms onto her back as he warmed it in his hands. The comforting decadence of vanilla hanging heavy in the air. A muffled moan escaped Leah's lips as he firmly slid his hands up her back, spreading the oil over her skin. “That's nice,” she hummed, thoroughly enjoying this new experience.

Raphael kneaded and stroked her body from head to toe, delighting in the soft warmth of her hide. Her toned muscular back beneath his palms, his long elegant fingers stroking the sides of her breasts as they travelled down. Her ribs gave way to a narrow waist, then wide hips. The pleasant yielding of her fleshy thighs and rump beneath his strong hands was incredibly titillating. As were the sinful moans that issued from her lips from his touch alone. Such a needy little thing she was. Completely unused to being touched in this way. Delicious.

He had saved her dainty little feet for last. So perfect, her arch pleasingly curved as he followed it with a refined finger. He hummed with pleasure as he massaged the soft pad of her foot. His thumb kneaded and caressed the fleshy cushion, delighting in how it made her squirm. His cock ached painfully, how wonderfully it throbbed in anticipation.

Pressing his lips to the pad of her big toe in a lingering kiss, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he breathed her in. Shuddering in satisfaction as he exhaled. She squeaked and jerked her foot when he first took her toes into his mouth but soon relaxed into the strange sensation. The heat of his mouth. His swirling tongue. He suckled gently on them, groaning with delight when she began to moan. He needed to be inside this woman, to explore her deepest desires. To feel her ridges on his cock as he fucked her to the edge of insanity.

“Turn over.” He ordered, vanishing his clothing with a click of his fingers. She did as she was told and made room for him to kneel between her legs, her thighs rested on his, spreading herself before him like an altar on which he was to worship.

He laid his cock between her puffy lips, sliding it up and down her wet slit, using the fleshy head to rub circles on her hard little bud. Leah shivered and bucked beneath him, desperate for more friction. “Please,” she begged, whining pathetically, “ I need you inside me.”

Though Raphael was loath to give in so easily to her pleas for penetration the foot play he had indulged in had lit a raging fire in him. One that was increasingly hard to ignore given her current position. Her cunt spread beautifully before him, promising such intense pleasure. The scent alone drove him to distraction and it ruined his plans for the sensual restitution he had planned to extract from her for the rudeness of her earlier intrusion.

He slid into her with ease, her warmth nothing compared to the heat he was used to but when her soft velvety grip combined with the sultry tenderness of her core it was pure bliss. All thoughts of erotic torture faded away only to be replaced with blinding lust. It blinkered him, drawing his focus to the woman he was sheathed in. He fucked her. No exquisite preamble leading to a steady pace, just pure rutting.

His hair, usually never seen out of place, was in a state of damp dishevelment. It hung in his eyes as he ploughed the female beneath him. The soles of her feet rested on his face as he breathed in her own unique perfume, groaning and growling animalistically. His strong arms held her legs together and her perfect bottom off of the sheets. Keeping her at the perfect height and angle to maximise his gratification.

Leah moaned for him, lost in the deep abyss of pleasure he had created just for her. He was amazing. It was almost too much for her but he was knowledgeable enough to keep her on the right side of sanity but should he falter she felt she might be lost forever.

Raphael sensed that she was close. That his mate was about to crown the peak of the sensual mountain that they had climbed together. “Look at me,” he commanded, gently. Wanting to see the very moment when he broke her.

He was holding her on the brink. That delicious moment before the fall that was usually so beautiful and brief was made to last what might have been an eternity. It was maddeningly erotic. She stared up at this mystery of a man, his lips caressing the soles of her feet as he returned the intensity of her gaze. Her tongue passed over her dry lips as time seemed to halt its flow.

When he let her go it was an epic descent into the most decadent of sensations. The relief was rapturous. Suddenly an explosion of excitement tingled in her clit and she cried out ecstatically. Raphael was biting the sole of her foot as he pumped her relentlessly. It was new and incredibly exciting. It merged with and elongated the orgasm that wracked her aching body.

Raphael's eyes screwed shut as he sank his teeth into her skin. Holding the bite firmly as his tongue licked and swirled. Tasting her salty goodness as she came all over his cock. Her screams and moans only added to his experience. He pulled out. Ready to paint her pale skin with his seed, when her unexpected words stopped him in his tracks.

“Come on my feet,” she gasped, guessing what he wanted to do most. She pried her feet away from his smiling lips and manoeuvred her body into position. Her petite toes squeezed and caressed his throbbing shaft, making him gasp and groan as he stared down at them, watching as she found her rhythm. Sliding his foreskin over his veiny shaft he lost control ridiculously quickly, blowing his load all over her little feet with a loud moan. She hummed and smiled as she watched him coming down from his trembling high, biting her lip as she continued pumping him slowly. He was a mess, shuddering and shaking. His breathing ragged as she rubbed his hot come into her skin.

“Well, I can see why you get paid for that.” Leah sighed as she slumped down onto the plush, silken pillows.

Raphael stared at her curiously from under his sweat soaked bangs. “You weren’t too bad yourself,” he replied, crawling across the bed to lay down beside her.

A long yawn escaped from Leah's chest as she stretched luxuriously, “I’m knackered, mate. Do you mind if I stay or is that extra?”

He chuckled sleepily, “you may stay…but think yourself considerably lucky. This could have turned out very differently for you.” But Leah had already melted away into a satisfied puddle and fallen asleep. The Devil smiled, sighing as he let down his guard and fell asleep beside her.

When Leah awoke the next afternoon Raphael was gone. She sat up rubbing her aching eyes as she tried to come to. It was the scent that struck her first. It was heavy and fragrant. When her eyes had finally adjusted she looked around the room in awe. Someone had filled the room with what must have been thousands upon thousands of red roses. There was not a surface in the room that was not covered. A single rose sat on the pillow beside her, a ribbon attached a note to the stem. In a flowing script it simply said, “Happy Birthday.”

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #raphael bg3 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #foot stuff #smut #my writing

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japhan2024 · 7 months

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The vampire trilogy

If you want to read my ianthony vampire fic in one post :[ <3 here ya go.

word count: 3.375 fandom: Smosh characters: Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Amanda Lehan-Canto, Mari Takahashi, Courtney Miller, mystery lady warnings: blood, sex, vampirism? 18+ other themes: time travel, magic

"Turn me"

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

"Everything for you," Anthony said in a low voice and caressed Ian's cheek. For a minute Ian looked at him funny, like he saw something behind his eyes, but Anthony just laughed and went on with his day, filling in some of the shootings Shayne was still supposed to be at.

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

"Anthony, I'm scared. Shayne is still missing. We've filed a missing person report with the police. I hope he's alright, I hope he really IS just hiking and got lost, the idiot, hah.. no I can't laugh about it Anthony.. please pick up your phone.."

But Anthony was busy...

Noah was showering when suddenly two strong hands grabbed his shoulders. He'd always thought he would scream if that would happen to him. But his throat made no sound. He was paralyzed as two sharp fangs penetrated his neck and sucked him dry. He was dead on the spot.

Anthony entered the Smosh office with a spring in his step. He didn't see anybody until he got to Ian's office. He was sat there, with bags under his eyes. Courtney sat there with a hand on his back. Anthony suddenly didn't feel so perky anymore.

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

Anthony smiled with one eyebrow raised and stepped inside. Ian immediately put something around his neck. It burned and Anthony cursed but couldn't touch it, it was hot and horrible. He whined and cried.

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

"And Chanse, and Keith, and Garret, all the people you supposedly cared about, however now you can finally see clearly, Ian. It's supposed to be just you and me. I'll kill the others later, once you let me out of this thing - ouch!!"

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

That was the last he ever heard of Courtney. He'd not needed to do any research on vampires. He immediately went to downtown LA and bought a kinky silver collar and collected his courage to call Anthony to his house.

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

"Ian... don't you remember how hurt I was that you wouldn't come with me, run away with me? I couldn't take it anymore, Ian. I went on a path of self destruction but I was saved... if you can call it that."

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

"When I was turned, I thought I would finally not feel anymore, but the opposite was true. I feel everything so much, Ian. The only way to feel better, is TO KILL!! In fact everything is great after a kill like I feel two lives at once"

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

"Please, Ian, it's better this way, we can be together, just the two of us, and we'll be happy together Ian, don't you remember that night at the balconnee... I never felt as much love for you as I did then, Ian, and ever since I'm back at the company there's all these people and I can't focus on you!"

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

Ian slowly undid the collar, and immediately, Anthony was all over him. Undressing him, caressing him... and biting him. He sank his fangs into Ian's tender neck, who was now screaming in desperate pleasure. He sucked and sucked until there was no blood left. Just before the light left Ian's mesmerizing blue eyes, he fed him his own blood. Ian dropped down onto ground.

Let's go outside

Shayne was the first to go missing.

Anthony entered the Smosh office, whistling and humming.

"Hi Ian!" He said with a smile. None of his brooding cool guy energy today.

"Good morning!" Ian said smiling but his eyes frowned a bit. "I'm afraid we're missing one person today! He hasn't called or anything. I'm honestly a bit worried."

"Who's missing?"

"Shayne was supposed to do two videos already but he's MIA."

"Oh, I'm sure he's just lost while hiking again or something like that!" Anthony reassured Ian. He put his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Ian looked at him with a half smile. "Thank you for trying to make me feel better."

Late at night Anthony got a call from Ian.

But Anthony was busy...

"What's going on?"

"If this is some kind of prank it's fucked up!" Ian cried.

"Shayne is still missing, and now Noah is gone as well..."

"What? Oh that's so weird," Anthony said, giving Courtney a cold stare. She looked back at him though, a little suspicion behind her eyes.

The next morning, Ian called Anthony.

"Why are you calling me so early, I'm still sleeping," Anthony whined.

"Shooting week is canceled! Anthony, we're under attack. Some psycho is killing us one by one!"

"Wha..?"

"Yes Anthony, and you better come to my house, I have the better security."

"I guess.. see you in a bit then."

Anthony drove up to Ian's house and knocked on the door. Ian answered.

"Wow, you look terrible!"

"Thanks. Come inside."

"What have you done to me, Ian?"

"So it's true? You're a fucking vampire?"

"Hey, it's pretty neat, please take this thing off of me!"

"You killed Shayne, Noah AND Courtney?!"

Anthony looked Ian straight into his blue eyes.

Ian sat crying, looking at his best friend just confessing murder without remorse. He couldn't believe it.

Courtney had called him panicked and in distress. "Ian please, save yourself! It's Anthony! The killer is Anthony, Ian!! He's a vampi-"

"How could you do this? How did you become... this?"

Anthony's body contorted as if in more physical pain than the collar.

His beautiful brown eyes were tearing up as well.

Ian was heaving from crying, he slowly shook his head.

"You're not my friend."

"Yes I am! Don't you see it, Ian? We make sense."

"It doesn't make sense to kill, Anthony."

"It doesn't make sense that I'm a vampire either."

Ian laughed bitterly. "I guess it doesn't."

"Ian, you have to know something..."

"You can't tell me anything that will make this situation worse so go ahead.."

"Ian, please..." Anthony grabbed Ian's hand. It felt warm and he could feel the pulse there.

"Ian, I, I love you, more than I ever loved anyone in my entire life."

"Then HOW could you HURT me this much?! First by leaving me and now by murdering my family.."

"I did it for us, Ian. For us.."

"Don't you get it Anthony, I love you too! I still love you.."

Ian collapsed on the ground and Anthony hunched beside him, caressing his dark blonde hair.

"This haircut is by far your best."

"I hate you."

Anthony pulled Ian back on his feet with ease, and kissed him. Ian seemed not to function at all. He just let it happen. His eyes didn't look anywhere.

"Come on Ian, I imagined our first kiss to be a bit more passionate than this..."

He kissed him again and placed kisses all along his neck. Finally, Ian moaned a bit. Anthony hungrily continued. But then Ian said something.

"Turn me."

"What?"

"I want to be what you are. I do t want to be a human anymore."

"Ian no, you have to live your life.."

"TURN ME!" Ian tugged hard at the silver collar and Anthony whined in despair. "Alright alright," he coughed. "Please let me out of this thing!"

My time is now

Amanda was pacing up and down her apartment. She was in deep thought, half-prayer even, though she didn't believe in god. But if vampires were real, what else was there out there? Had her dad been right all along?

She stroked the sheathe of a blade that was clothed in old rags. Trying to steady her breath, repeating to herself:

"Your whole life, it's been leading up to this. Your whole life..." she stopped pacing. Resolve and determination filled her. She had remembered something her dad had said.

"Amanda, you will play an important part in this world and make it a better place. Indeed, you will rid it of dark forces one day, when it's your time. You'll know when it happens."

"My time is now."

Her phone lay on her table, the text still up:

"Amanda, please. We have become monsters, murderers, vampires... Anthony turned me. This needs to stop. Please believe me. Ian"

She picked up the phone and called a number.

"Moshi moshi"

"Mari, it's time."

"Oh shit!"

"I'm dead serious. The Darkness has engulfed Ian and Anthony."

"Oh... shit. I'll be right there."

The beautiful Japanese American woman knocked on Amanda's door.

"Come quickly."

Amanda opened and shut the door fast.

"So, do you have the amulets?"

Mari took two ancient amulets out of her sports bag and gave one to Amanda.

"This will only work for so long. We have to be quick or our geese will be cooked."

"Nice phrase."

"Arigato."

The two women dressed themselves in all black. Mari stole a look at Amanda, getting a glimpse of her red bra underneath her black shirt. Hot, she thought.

They solemnly walked to Mari's van, and drove to a park in Central LA.

"They should be preying on innocent people here."

The sun was setting behind the hills and sure enough they felt a sinister presence around them. Amanda took her night goggles out of her bag and looked around.

"They're definitely here. But I can't get any lock on them. They're simply too fast-"

And that they were. Before she could finish her sentence, both her and Mari were pinned against a tree by cold, evil versions, barely resembling Ian and Anthony. They were covered in blood and filth, their clothes ragged, their eyes sunken into their faces and a dark insanity lay there, casting shadows on everything they looked at.

"What have we here," Anthony croaked. "More cast members to kill ahahhah"

"We don't have to kill them, let's just scare them away. Nobody will believe them anyway." Ian looked just as evil as Anthony but some shred of humanity apparently still clung to him. He looked at Mari, who he had pinned against a birch tree.

"I always had such a crush on you. I still do..." He placed a kiss on her neck. Mari didn't protest.

Anthony stroked Amanda's cheek. "Your blood smells delicious. I would have wanted to kiss you, just like Ian has. We could have shared you..." And he bit her neck.

"Aargh!" He immediately contorted, hands covering his mouth. Amanda pressed her amulet, and a smoke came out of it. Ian didn't quite understand what was happening until it was too late. Both him and Anthony fainted.

"Now!" Mari shouted. They both took out their knives and drove them right through Ian and Anthony's hearts. Ian lay dead. A light came out of Anthony's bleeding chest. A white, shimmering light.

"A time stone!" Amanda gasped. She took it out of Anthony's carcass. As soon as she looked at it closely, she got so dizzy that she fell, down and down and down... it was like she was pulled backwards. She saw Anthony's last few years in reverse, his killings becoming less sophisticated, his human emotions still there, until... the very moment he became a vampire. She saw a beautiful woman stand there. White skin and black hair. Amanda jumped. And she was there. Right there.

"Don't! Please..."

"How did you get here?" The beautiful woman asked.

"Never mind that." Amanda said, putting the time stone in het pocket. "The important thing is, Anthony needs to stay human."

Anthony looked like a mess. Crying, draped over a grey couch like a rag. "I don't want to live anymore! I want this to end..."

"You don't know what you're saying!" Amanda retorted. "I know you don't know me and I also can't say anything! But you gotta believe me! Your life is going to get so much better."

Anthony looked up at her, a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

"You can have him," the black haired beauty said. "I only like the truly desperate. You just saved this boy." And she vanished in a flash.

"Let's get you out of here." Amanda picked Anthony up and carried him with ease out of the abandoned apartment they were in. They were in Los Angeles, although Amanda didn't know exactly where. But the moment she stepped out into the light, she felt dizzy again, and this time, she fell forward. Further and further. She now saw Anthony's life, completely human. She saw him reconnecting with Ian, she saw him hug his best friend, she saw them buying back Smosh... and they were back at the park.

"Mari, long time no see!" Ian said in his goofy voice.

"Duuude, so crazy to walk into you guys! Me and Amanda were just jogging together, right?" Mari looked knowingly at Amanda.

"Yeah, just jogging and stuff!"

"I didn't know you two hung out," Ian smiled. "That's awesome. Let's get together sometime soon! Right now Anthony and I are prop shopping. We're thinking Halloween. Maybe vampire stuff?"

Amanda and Mari laughed a bit too hard. Amanda felt her pocket. The stone wasn't there anymore. She sighed in relief. "Yeah, go for it!"

Amanda and Mari walked back to the van.

"What happened?" Mari asked. Amanda told her the story.

"Wow, you're a time traveling hero! Let's... do that again sometime?" Mari looked expectantly at Amanda's lips.

"Yeah, whenever a supernatural evil appears again, I will know who to call."

"You can call me anytime, we could just hang," Mari said.

"Sure, let's do that. You can call me as well."

"Sweet!" They high-fived.

#ianthony #vampires #fan fiction

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gayandbifiremenofmine · 1 year

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Late Recovery blogging

Yes, I'm thinking about how Wendell's watch reflected the sunlight on the flashback

Tamara, I need to hug you and make sure you're okay. (Also, Tamara is in a striped shirt, idk if it means anything but 👀)

Maddie number one big sister in the world, if she loses the polls it's because it was rigged

I just know that being between the Buckley siblings in a hug would fix everything wrong with me

Bathena, you are everything to me.

Buck's smile when Hen enters his loft 🥺

Pretty good after being called cowboy and fighting the urge to use the good ol' "save a horse, ride a cowboy" line huh

Connor WTF... I know you might be anxious but you seem frightened

OHHHH domestic Madney 🥰🥰🥰

BUCK IN EDDIE'S HOUSE WHERE HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE YES! (got to where my streaming stopped yesterday)

Tamara calling ohhh fuck :((( I want to to hug her and protect her from everything and everyone

Bobby's trauma I'M NOT THAT STRONG

Ohhhhhhhh yes baby Buddie kitchen scene!!! Shooting talk oh yes yes yes

Buck being sincere with Eddie 🥺 Eddie's growth 🥺🥺

Okay, Bobby omg DAMN

These guys are so fucking evil

TAMARA WHERE ARE YOU????

Oh IT'S A TRAP OH NO NO NO

They SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE WHAT THE HELL KILL THEM

AND THEY'RE TRYING TO FRAME BOBBY I'M GONNA KILL THEM PERSONALLY I'M GONNA DANCE AND PISS ON THEIR GRAVES

This lady is better not be doing what I think she's doing.

Oh. Okay. She's smart.

Oh Tamara my baby :(

Wendell's so sweet I wish we had more of him :((((

I don't want to see them suffer

I need this lady to die. Like DIE die. Slow and painful. She's so fucking horrible I hate her. And she's trying to blame my baby Tamara? Oh, no lady, this won't fly here.

They turning into each other HAH

Dr. Salazar, your hand in marriage please!

I'm not gonna be into too much detail but water's symbolism has a lot to deal with change and adaptability, like how it fits the shape of whatever recipient it's stored in...

I love how Bobby really is dad shaped to everyone he meets

Maddie and Buck you're the loves of my life

But I need to know the rest of Buck's list

Bobby becoming the sponsor, I'm so happy I was right 🤩

Athena being there for Bobby 🥺 I want what they have

#911 fox #911 spoilers #evan buck buckely #bobby nash

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caitiesith · 2 years

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Top 10 Blorbos

Dearest @akinari-kashihara asked me to talk about my top ten blorbos, so it's time for me to dust off the Tumblr and immediately have some regrets.

10. Kyoya from Ouran High School Host Club

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

9. Impmon/Beelzemon

They're both the same people, one is just brat mode and the other is his biker boi greyscale Tinder profile mode. I love them both too much. They hit all the boxes for men I love:

Have killed before and will kill again

Strong likelihood to murder me and then feel bad about it

Big emo feelings

Fluffy hair

Cute/hot voices respectively (badaboom Impmon is cute but please no badaboom in the bedroom)

Literal rat bastard men

Leather. Yes.

Bitey

Motorbikes and guns. YES.

WINGS WINGS WINGS

yes I am in the monsterfucker club

8. Xiao from Genshin Impact

Angsty demon boi with chronic pain, a lengthy legacy of doing lots of murders very well, an eating disorder, no self-esteem. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. I don't care who you ship him with - Venti is a fav, but Lumine/Aether/Albedo/Zhongli/anyone is good)

7. Shadow the Hedgehog

Edgy hedgy with a gun, a tendency for martyrdom, and murder in his heart. My type was set from a young age.

Do I want to fuck the hedgehog man? No. But I do think he and his blue rival should smooch.

6. Gerard Way from My Chemical Romance

SOFT SAD QUEER BOI WITH PROBLEMS AND LONG HAIR AND A SUPER CUTE ACCENT

5. Sebastian Michaelis

Pretty hair hot accent murder in his heart and definitely bi. Could never be into me but that's honestly not what this list is about. The pattern continues.

J. Michael Tatum is a PROBLEM for me. Dark hair edgy boi, would kill, serious dubcon/noncon energy, screw the rules I have money.

4. The Tenth Doctor

Cute accent, soft fluffy hair, manic energy, angst like whoa, has killed before would kill again, desperately pining for his beyond-saving rival and childhood bestie, 10/10 love this bi disaster.

3. John Reese and Root - Person of Interest

Disaster bi John Reese is absolutely convinced he's straight and this is hilarious to everyone else in the room, and everyone watching him. He's a mess. Such murder in his heart, and such sad boy energy.

Can't mention the Person of Interest leading m/m couple without the equally iconic f/f couple that is Shaw and Root. GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Two ladies with murder in their heart and lust clawing inside of their ribs.

Person of Interest is an amazing show with lots of topical storytelling but what matters most to me is its unmatched raw queer power.

2. Unknown from Mystic Messenger

I could talk about how much I adore Zen, good boy with a motorbike and soft long hair and painful self-awareness. Or I could talk about 707, disaster cross-dressing depressed hacker extraordinaire, so many problems, so much aching awareness of what lies beyond the fourth wall. But all roads would eventually lead to Unknown: a broken shell of a man whose affection could turn to violence at any moment, whose middle name might as well be dubcon, with a tragic past and problem a tragic future. He is my type. There's no denying it.

1. Xue Yang

He's here. My love. My beloved. My hyperfixation. XUE YANG, EVERYBODY.

He is. A mess. I love him. SO MUCH. He is a trashy bastard man and I love him. He would absolutely canonically fuck your mum but hello I am RIGHT HERE.

I have spent so many words on this man that none are left in my brain for this post. Please, sir, stab me. You don't even have to feel bad about it after it's fine.

#xue yang #mdzs #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #person of interest #poi #mysme #unknown #shaw #root #shaw/root

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jeeperso · 2 years

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D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Har-Akir Arc, part 2

GM: Last time on the yawning portal runners Ravenloft edition. You guys arrived in Har Akir, the land of mummies. You ran into Nima, who was running a scam that was scummy, you got in a mess with the local constables, who are dummiies, and found out about Kat's family, who are all extremely punny. Gorbash: “Not Funny!”

Marshal: "We do not muck with hippos.” Jonni: “The fuck’s a hippo?” Willow comes up, "You know those mammoth things youtalk about? Think them, only they go in the water.” Jonni: “Are they worshipped by fuck sticks?” "One of the local gods has a hippo head yes." Simone says.

Simone: ”Anyway, I thought I'd yet you know. that my brother has decided to write and star in a satirical one man show protesting my treatment today. So if you have to save his stupid ass from being hanged later this week you'll know why.”

Gorbash: “And this is why Irost is New Eddie.” Jonni: “Only if I’m allowed to set people, your brother included, on fire.” Simone: ”If he's not lit on fire he wont learn anything.” Jonni: “I could do it now, save us the trouble.”

Edmund: “I do not have a magical gambling problem. It was one time!” Gorbash: “Did you forget the riverboat?” Edmund: “It was two times! Two times is not a problem!” Marshal: “The only reason you still have your soul was because Poom drew a full Exodia.”

"Young man, did someone send you to deliver this scroll? I wonder who would have such a message for us.” “Any of the people here who hate us?”

Maggie takes the scroll and opens it "Ezra dammit I can't read this moon speak.” Edmund inspects the scroll, adjusting his glasses. It’s written in Har Akir Hieroglyphs. Jonni: “Eye, bird, other bird, backwards facing guy, sexy lady, sexy lady…”

"Dearest daughter, welcome back to the land of your birth, please come home for dinner tomorrow night. Bring your pet birds and any other of your companions you think will amuse us." Maggie raises an eyebrow "Did they just call us pets?” Jonni: “Fireball’s got a long range. They’ll never know it was me.”

"I'm not a thief, I'm a treasure hunter. Big difference. Besides they probably have the town guards bribed big time.”

"Look we can't murder the in laws before we even meet them. Save that for the Festival of Thanks. Or when politics comes up.”

"If it comes to it, I can excuse us by playing the missionary card. They'll leave us be if I present pamphlets.”

Irost: “I'd love to entertain, but I’m in the middle of writing my one man satire play.” Simone: “I. WILL GET. A HOSE.”

"We can be the bigger people here. “ "In my experience being the bigger person is overrated.” “You’ve never slept with a storm giant, then.” Gorbash: “I'm pretty sure we have the moral high ground... also Marshal and I are probably bigger than them.” "If they are bigger than you two, I will be worried.”

“Can I Rob [sic] them?”

"At least wait until after we eat, Jonni. Never pass up a free meal.”

"As kin to our hosts, Maggie has right of first refusal regarding loot.”

Gorbash: “We'll see how the evening goes. If its just unpleasant and awkward, swipe the silverware and other small valuables. If they really suck, looting everything not nailed down and breaking out the crowbars is always an option.”

"Foreign gods are not recognized here. Under the law, I have no authority and thus no strong feelings one way or the other regarding larceny.”

"We're gonna totally fuck with my moms Peacocks.” “I can cast polymor…. Oh with. Sorry.” "No no keep talking."

"I have a bad feeling about this. We're going to have to fake being dead again before this is all over.” "But we haven't used plan #4 in a while, it will be fun.”

“Can’t sleep. Hippos will eat me.”

Poom is dragged around by her voices to look in "antique" shops. Yog-sothoth: "And this is a brain-plucker: they jam it up the nose to drag out the head-meats, which they think are just some kind of cooling system.”

Edmund: ”Do we need to take gifts? Would it be rude to show up without something?” Gorbash: “...In that case I would only suggest bringing a gift if you can find one with a blatantly insulting meaning to it.” Jonni: “I usually bring the smallest dong I can find when I do that.”

“Which one is the god of curing impotence?”

Emblaming tools: you only ever use them when someone's dead.

Kat holds up a tiny statue of a Hippo headed god "Behold Sute, who sows despair and discord.” "A god of chat rooms.” “Good, bad, it’s the god with the gun... and a chainsaw, apparently.”

"Please don't. Mummy Rot is NOT to be joked about.” Azathoth: "Depends on the affected part.”

"Let's just focus on being political with Kat's family... Polite on the surface, mildly insulting under excusable sleight-of-hand expressions..”

Nyx: ”It is when they have enough power to snuff out your life without you having even a chance to fight back. Semantics.” Gorbash: “Life is sadly filled with many things with that sort of power.” Marshal: "Yes, I too am familiar with capitalism.”

Kat: ”I imagine we will be at open blows before desert. My mom is the Goddess queen of microaggressions.” Gorbash: “Well I'd lay money that we're better at open blows than your folks.” Jonni: “I’m better at macro aggressions.” Gorbash: “Just remember not to set the place on fire while we're in it.” Jonni: “I promise nothing.” "Some of us aren't fire resistant.” Gorbash: “Well not everyone is born with it. Can't be helped.” Marshal: "Nor access to the elixirs of Maybelyne.”

"That's only because Jonni is very careful not to burn us. She shows alot of restraint considering what she COULD do…" Jonni: “THANK you. At least SOMEbody noticed.” "I notice every time. It's why I have no problems traveling with you. You are in no way a Pyromaniac. You are a Pyro-saniac.” Poom: "I thought she was a Nymphomaniac.” Gorbash: "She is. Jonni contains multitudes.” "She is a mani[y]-maniac…"

"Only 40 Mauve peacocks. Peasants in the eyes of Vesh.”

Poom doffs her cloak to the mummies. Which may or may not mean she is now naked.

Jonni holds out the statue. “Yo. We got you this gift. It’s a statue with a head of one of those hairless bears in the river.”

"Oh Sweetie you made it. And you brought the circus, how thoughtful.” It seems like mom is deep into her third cup of wine of the evening. "Oh, it looks like the circus was already here before us, with all that make-up I thought you were a clown.” Azathoth: "Clowns have better accents.” "I know, Azathoth, but I'm trying not to push it just yet.”

Jonni: “Oh, I plan on putting on a show.” Poom: "Just make sure we survive.”

Gorbash: “As Jonni usually says... Don't threaten me with a good time.”

Poom: "Roast kenku never smells that good.”

Jonni: “Oh, if you like, I can regale you of tales of my affections.” Kat’s Mom: ”Oh I bet a lovely lady like you turns all the young men's heads.”

There is the sound of three Elder Gods going "Da fuck?”

Jonni tosses cat-mom at the Guards and turns off polymorph. Guards: "You may come with us to the hall of judgement and WHAT THE DEVIL?” Jonni: “CHEESE IT!”

Jonni: “I don’t care if you’re innocent of not. Fuck everyone that was in that room.” Poom: "I'd object, but I have eaten people.”

"Oh Gods, I left Katerninetales back there.” Gorbash: “Do we need to make another round of cat-knapping?”

"The dad checked out long ago and is avoiding showing any emotions to keep his sanity.” "Ah. Minimum wage experience.”

"He probably had a little miniature town in his basement he meticulously reconstructs as a hobby.” The two kats look at you "You are really on point with the insights." "He imports these little connecting brick toys form Borca. It’s weird.” Poom: "I thought those were disguised caltrops.”

"Okay, someone has to stay here with Kat and her brother, who is going with Marshal to rescue the wife?” "Irost, which way is the moon?” "Up there, obviously.” "Ah, a volunteer. Thank you.”

“I can fly.” "I can create holes in walls.”

Gorbash: "Jonni, an excuse to mess with Nima just came up!” Jonni: “Mess with or kill?” Gorbash: “At least the first, probably the second as well.” Poom: "There needs to be a line?”

"Yeah. I know where it is. And we are NOT going there. You will die.” "Not the first time.” “Everyone says that. It never takes.”

"No idea, but anything that touched the ground was eaten alive.” Poom: "Sounds like Thanksgiving at my family's place.”

"Even if they're horrible. Family is family.” Poom: "Yours isn't trying to eat you alive.”

"After we get her ring can we please just end Nima once and for all? Pretty please." Nyx makes puppy dog eyes.

“What, exactly do you want? The longer you talk the greater the odds I kill you and fish the ring out of the ashes.”

"But just because we don't trust each other doesn't mean we can't be of use to one another.” "Mutually assured sudden-yet-inevitable betrayal. A distressingly common occurrence to us.”

“No one controls Jonni. Jonni can’t control Jonni!”

"We'll just be borrowing your ten-foot Poky Stick of Knowledge, though.”

OOC: This sounds like a situation that ends with riding a skeletal T-Rex. OOC2: Considering where we are? A Mummy Rex. OOC3: Nah, giant mummy hippo the size of an elephant.

OOC: If the book contains rituals… I may have a plan. OOC2: Use the book to rid us of Oloch? OOC: Two plans.

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Day 6: Write 500 words for your main project

I don't have a main project so have this 1000 word scene instead.

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"You know what, we're all tired. There's bound to be an inn in the next town. Why don't I save us all the trouble and take care of this myself, huh?"

"You plan on taking out a small herd of manticores all by yourself? Just how are you going to be doing that?" Kane crossed his arms across his chest, raising a skeptical brow.

"You sure about this Mika? We've been traveling all day," Miggs flicked the fletchings of his drawn arrow.

"It'll be fine. Just feed me after, and it shouldn't be a problem," she shrugged off her cloak and pulled off her belt.

"Why are you removing your clothing? Good Gods woman! Did you drop your decency on the road somewhere?" Alois exclaimed.

"What? I don't wanna have to spend all night cleaning manticore blood out of them," she stripped off her shirt and added it to the pile.

"Miss Mikaela please!" Alois slapped his hands over his eyes and spun around.

Kane averted his eyes, with a displeased huff. "Mikaela, is this really necessary? I can help you clean your clothes if need be,"

"Calm down, I'm not getting naked. I have some class," she barked.

"Says the woman standing in an open field wearing nothing but her trousers and undergarments,"

"Shuddup Miggs no one asked you," she sneered and turned back to the advancing herd.

"You know I can't say I really like the idea of you fighting alone. You're strong yes but-"

"Master Kane, I guess this is as good a time as any to inform you that I was a tad misleading when you asked me who I was. I didn't lie, but I did conveniently leave out a few key details," she dropped her head back so she could look at him, an unnerving smile on her face. "But only about what I am," she snickered as her eyes began glowing red. Demonic markings emerged from her skin like ink bleeding through paper.

"She's a demon?" Alois gasped, clutching his cross.

"Of sorts," Miggs dropped his arrow back into his quiver. "She's technically only a demi-demon, but she takes after her dad a lot more than her mom. Which is a damn shame cause her mom's hot,"

"Miguel," Kane warned.

"You've never seen her, the woman would make even a square like you fall to your knees,"

"Miguel, I'm less interested in your perverted thoughts on Mikaela's mother and more interested in how she's able to tear the head off a manticore with her bare hands,"

Alois pulled his hood over his face, "Tell me when it's over," he mumbled, "I'm gonna be sick,"

Miggs nodded, "Yeah it's pretty impressive, but the power doesn't come for free. If she uses to much or changes to fast she kinda loses grip on her humanity and goes crazy,"

"'Goes crazy'? The hell does that mean?"

"Language Master Kane,"

"I'll apologize to the Gods later, there are bigger issues to deal with. What do you mean by she goes crazy,"

"The last time she really lost control was probably like 12 years ago but it was pretty gnarly. The first guy dumb enough to try and grab her after she went on a rampage against this giant chimera got his back broken. And not in the sexy way,"

"How are you talking so much and giving me so little information? It's almost impressive,"

"Perhaps it would be best to ask the lady herself?" Alois quipped, face still covered by his hood.

"Yeah probably, I don't really understand the details myself," Miggs shrugged, "Oh look, I think she's done. We should probably get her dressed and to a tavern for some food. She's pretty hangry after doing stuff like this,"

Kane rubbed his fingers against his temples, once again questioning his choice in traveling companions. "Sure, alright. Let's bring Mikaela her clothes and something to clean up with and get some dinner. I think I need a drink,"

"Master Kane, I thought you didn't like alcohol," Alois tilted his head in confusion.

"After the day we've had, I might just reconsider my position on the matter,"

Miggs started towards the mess of carcasses, leaving the pile of clothing for the others to collect. "Hey if I come near you are you gonna eat me?" he called out.

Mika rolled her eyes and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. A failed attempt to wipe away the blood that was splattered across her face. "No, but annoy me a little more and I might make you collateral damage,"

Miggs chuckled nervously, "You're kinda scary when you're like this, ya know,"

"Good," she snapped. She sat down on a manticore corpse, this one missing the majority of its insides, and surveyed her crimson masterpiece.

"Miss Mikaela? Um, would you like to use this to clean up a bit? I don't think the towns folk will like it very much if you tracked blood through their town," Alois held out a cloth in her general direction, his head turned as far from her as he could without snapping it clean off.

"I just saved their fields from being trampled by monsters, they should be thanking me,"

Miggs leaned closer to Kane, "See, hangry,"

"Good Gods we're never going to make any progress like this," Kane pulled a pouch of jerky from his satchel and tossed it at her. "Eat this and go back to normal. I can't believe I actually want the other version of you back,"

She snatched the bag out of the air and tore into it, devouring the contents. She leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you Master Kane," she smiled, licking her lips. She looked back over at her party. "You got my clothes?"

"Yes, but clean up a bit first, otherwise taking them off would have been pointless," Kane was shocked by how quickly she'd returned to her former self.

"Yeah, yeah. Give the rag here Oh Righteous One," she laughed, plucking it from Alois's still outstretched hand.

"How are you never disgusted by this stuff? I mean come on this is just gross," Miggs poked at a loose pile of entrails with his bow.

"I've dealt with worse. I've been in worse," she dragged the cloth over her chest and shoulders, half smearing half cleaning the blood that had collected there.

"What does that mean?!" Alois squeaked.

"Ever been inside a dragon?" Mika chuckled.

"Not really my type," Miggs replied, wiping his bow off in the dirt.

"Inside its stomach, you disgusting pig," she retorted, "I got swallowed whole and had to tear my way out without a blade. Fun fact: dragon skin, not so indestructible from the inside,"

"Dear Moon God, it's me, your loyal servant. Could you please send me companions who are not so crass and vulgar? Just as a treat for me? Just once?" Aolis had his hands pressed together as he looked up to the sky.

"Pipe down Preacher Boy, if it wasn't for Crass and Vulgar here you'd all be dead yesterday," Miggs snickered.

"I wouldn't be out here at all if she hadn't used my wagon as a hiding place," he grumbled.

Kane started walking down the road towards town. "I'll be at the tavern,"

"Drinking?" Miggs called back hopefully.

Kane didn't reply.

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