Who in IWTV gives the best footjobs? This is a serious question can we get a footjob tierlist?
i am beyond pissed rn, i had this fully answered and i put so much work into it, AND TUMBLR CRASHED DURING PUBLISHING AND ATE THE POST!!!
anyways doing this again now..... you can most certainly have an iwtv footjob tierlist!!!
nr 1. is OBVIOUSLY armand!! he's a freak like that and his feet are simply too pretty to not be put to use. he's not just good at it he's also very into it and i think he has some tricks up his sleeves and is absolutely able to do things like suck the tip of a cock while having his feet around it.
nr 2. madeleine who has raw talent but refuses to use it. she's give a man a footjob once and then never again and she'll hurt anyone who asks her. good for her!
nr 3. is babydan who is SO bad honestly. you might be wondering how he got into the top 3 then. that is by being a good boy! he's enthusiastic, he wants to be so good for armand. he's a fast learner when armand is holding the reigns tight and i think he has a lot of potential.
nr 4. louis is fourth because he's genuinely good, but to me he's not overly into it. his heart isn't in it, it doesn’t spark joy. he's kinda just 😐 the entire time (which can be hot!!) but yeah... he's kinda indifferent about it.
nr 5. lestat is a mess. i think lestat would find the idea of a footjob exciting and fun and scandalous for like... a week. during said week he gets obsessed but he quickly finds out it takes more work than he thought and he's constantly whining about how his legs hurt and this isn't fun!
nr 6. is old daniel simply because well... he's old. his body isn't up to it anymore, he literally can't if he wanted to. i do think the thought of danny trying to give louis a footjob and moaning about his joints hurting is incredibly hot though. also thinking about old maniel on the couch, barefoot, feet pressed together and rashidmand kneeling, fucking up between the soles of daniel's feet like you'd fuck someone fist....
nr 7. claudia would simply not give footjobs other than stepping on dicks and letting people hump her feet. she kills anyone that dares insinuate her doing something like that. she has fun with madeleine though and they're playing extreme footsies under the table <3
anyways i originally had pictures and gifs of the dubai trios feet attached but i fear that was what killed the upload the first time...
feel free to send another anon letting me know if you agree!!!
Autism is so weird because you will go from feeling like your losing interest in something to finishing a rewatch of it and feeling strong emotions to then writing a fucking onsen fic
Yes I am writing a onsen new fic don’t fucking look at me
oops sudden inactivity jumpscare. i ahvent really drawn anytbing either. But thats okay because i doodled this thing for fun . idk What Context i have to provide
Okay, so...wait. No. Yeah. There's like no defense for this one. If anything, this was inevitable seeing as I have like two FNAF f/os, ya know? No one else in the FNAF setting is attractive, so if I want more? Gotta go back to the source. The inspiration. And unfortunately, that is Chunk E. Cheeses.
Tbf, I was never a CEC kid, even when I was young. I kinda fell into this rabbit hole from TheRealSullyG's videos on his side channel Sully, where he was talking about all the history and such. Plus rewatching Saltydkdan's HYHA about on the training videos and Helen was just so cute for that one scene she was in aaaaah. Anyways you get this now. Be nice to me about it okay, okay, cool.
“So, you guys gonna tell me where we’re going or…?”
“C’mon, where’s your sense of adventure? Going to new places!”
“It’s only been fifteen minutes, no way we even left city limits.”
“Something something, adventure in your own home?”
“Yeah, sure, I’ll—”
“Hey, we’re here!!”
The car came to a sudden stop, and Luka could feel the blindfold he was wearing start to loosen up. Once it was removed, he took a minute to blink, looked up, and a weird look came over his face. “We’re at…Chuck E. Cheese’s?” He asked, sounding unamused.
“Hey, hey!” Murdoch held up a hand, smirking at his raccoon friend. “Call it by its full name. That’s Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza Time Theater, bucko! Put some respect to it!”
“Respect? To the local pizzeria-arcade place?” Luka raised an eyebrow. “I guess this was the place…when we were like five.”
“I was four, actually!” Orson popped up from the back seat.
“Exactly,” the possum nodded, pointing back at his pigeon companion. “See, see? It’s been too long since we’ve been here! Not since Hudson’s birthday all that time ago, yeh?”
Luka thought for a moment, a hint of a smile on his face. “Yeah, we haven’t…that was the only time we ever went, right?”
“Mm. Ma and Pa were a bit too high-society for sticky arcade cabinets and mediocre pizza,” Murdoch recalled. “We only went that one time cause the parentals were friends with Hudson’s. Beautiful experience. Then Hudson moved away next summer and there was our ticket in: gone.”
“And you two have been spending the better part of two decades waiting to come back here?” Luka asked, somewhat jokingly.
“No, of course not,” Orson shook his head, speaking very matter-of-factly. “You just brought up all that stuff about Chuck’s a few weeks back, and it got us thinking about it again.”
“Oh. Fair enough,” he nodded, and turned back to look at the sign with the smiling rat on it. “Is it really worth even going back here? Like, what are we gonna have? You admitted yourself the pizza was mid, and the prizes are likely no better. Plus, the old mascots retired a few years back. They got, like, new guys in there or something.”
“Oh, dear Luka,” Murdoch sighed wistfully, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “It doesn’t matter who’s there and who isn’t, or what’s there and what isn’t. All the matter is the vibes.”
“The vibes?”
“The vibes. And reclaiming what we couldn’t get in our childhood.”
Luka nodded slowly. “Sure…that sounds healthy. Are they even gonna let us in? Don’t we need, like, a kid or something?”
“Nah. New policy is more lenient,” Orson piped up. “Just gotta be someone’s birthday. So we said it’s yours.”
“Oh, oka—wait, what???” Luka’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as his friends popped out of the car. “Why’s it gotta be my birthday???”
“Uh, cause it is your birthday??” Murdoch shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Whaddya think the blindfold was for?”
“Oh, right,” Luka blinked, before fumbling with his belt and catching up to his friends. “This isn’t gonna—like I’m not gonna be like…consistently hounded by staffers all because I’m the, uh, birthday boy, right?”
Murdoch and Orson looked at each other, then back at the raccoon, only to shrug and head on it. With a sigh, Luka followed them into the building.
If there was any good news, it was that Luka was not hounded down for being the birthday boy. That’s not to say he didn’t get immediately embarrassed by the front end staffers who announced he was the current birthday boy. There was certainly nothing that compared to being handed a paper hat and big, shiny ribbon while the crowd of hyped-up five year olds and halfway-done parents looked from halfway across the arcade stared you down. Somehow, even with the teasing from his friends, he was able to leave the counter with most of his dignity intact.
As for the pizzaria-arcade itself…well, Orson and Murdoch were having a good enough time. Since they had a party room all to themselves, they were able to store as much pizza there as they could order, and pop out for games whenever they pleased. It was a semi-regular cycle of eating pizza, going out for some games, and then bouncing back in for another round. All in all, it seemed like a good time for them all.
Except for Luka, really. As expected, the pizza ranged from decent to gummy, if it was even hot for that matter. The soda they got was either flat or watered down, if not both. The games were probably the best part, if one could call them that. There were some classics, sure, but any that gave tickets were overly gimmicky and hardly fun. While Luka did get a good many tickets, there were hardly even any prizes that looked worth getting. That didn’t stop his friends from getting some prizes, the two seemingly amused enough with plastic poppers or stale candies. Sure, there were some higher caliber prizes, but they were almost out of tokens and barely halfway to the required amount.
“Luka! Hey, Luka!”
The raccoon blinked. “Hm? What?” He was seated on one of the party tables, and looking up he saw Murdoch at the door, with Orson at his side.
“We’re gonna try that big jackpot game with the last of our tokens for that game console! Wanna come along?” He offered.
Luka signed. “Nah, I…I’m just gonna take a seat for a second. Lil wiped, is all. Might…eat some more pizza, or something.”
“Hm…well, okay, man,” he shrugged. “Well, you’ll know where to find us.”
“I know,” he nodded, and then smiled a bit. “Just try not to get into a tussle with another five year old, okay?”
“I’m tellin’ you, that kid knew what he was doin’!!!” Orson countered, getting all huffy as Murdoch laughed, and the two headed off.
When they did leave, Luka sighed, his smile vanishing as he pulled out his phone. Hm. Pick up ain’t too much…I mean, I guess this is technically my party, but could always leave these guys an extra twenty dollars worth of tokens if they wanted to stay a lil longer. Least I could do. Or maybe—
“Hey-hey-hey!!”
Looking up from his phone, to his surprise, he saw a chicken lady suddenly enter the party room, dressed in a cheerleader outfit and carrying a decent looking cake. Given how she looked, he assumed she must have been one of the mascots working here, a part of that new wave that joined a few years back. Despite everything the pizzeria had to offer—from the half baked pizza, to the crummy prizes, to even the poor selection of games—the smile she had on her face shined with an undeniable, genuine brightness.
“I heard it was someone’s birthday today, so I simply had to see them for myself!” She beamed. “And I have a special cake just for them! Do you happen to know where they are?”
Luka couldn’t help but crack a bit of a smile at her. “Yeah…you’re looking at him. It’s me, today. I’m, uh…the birthday boy. Luka, that is.”
“Oh, hooray!” She cheered, jumping in place. “Happy birthday, Luka!!” She set the cake right down in front of him. Despite having candles, none of them were lit. “And how old are we today?”
“...twenty-three,” he responded.
“Oh, wow! You’re really getting up there! Quite the big guy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah…,” he nodded, looking her up and down. “So…you work here, yeah?”
“Yep!” She nodded back. “The name’s Helen Henny! And I just love birthday parties!”
“That so? Awesome,” Luka chuckled dryly. “As you can see…whole ass shindig goin’ on down here. Whoop-dee-doo.”
Henny’s wings went behind her back, as she tilted her head at him. “Well, even I can see it’s a tad bit on the downswing. Friends leave you behind?”
“Nah. I just stayed behind. I guess I just didn’t vibe being here as much as I thought I would.” He glanced up at her. “No offense.”
“Oh, it’s no problem!” She assured him, and gestured at the seat next to him. He nodded, and she plopped down right beside him. “Sometimes…we just have these lower moments. Moments where pizza and games aren’t really the thing you need to make things better, right?”
“Well, I…,” Luka started, before thinking for a moment. “No…no, you’re right. Just is a lowpoint at the moment, not sure why. Not that I blame my friends for being out here, or anything. They were just trying to be nice, and all. And it was nice, at least at first.”
“I imagine you guys came here when you were younger?”
“Yep. Just the once, though. And before your time, naturally.”
“Ah, the old band!” Her face lit up. “I remember seeing them when I was young! They were great!”
“Yeah, exactly! No shade to you new guys, they were just…”
“Something special?”
“More or less,” Luka agreed. “I guess the pizza and prizes were the same back then, too. But it must have been special since they were together, and that we were so young. Our standards were lower.”
“Even for the band?” Helen asked.
He quickly shook his head. “Oh, no, no. They were always peak, you know.”
“Absolutely! You totally get it!”
The two laughed. “Yeh…,” Luka chuckled, only to sigh. “Still…wouldn’t say that’s the reason I’m feeling like I am, at the moment. Just kind of…,” he gestured with his hands. “How I am. Sucks it has to be on my birthday.”
“But it is still your birthday,” she noted, pushing the cake over to him. “I think there’s still room to make things a bit better. Even if it is just having a cake all to yourself.”
Luka chuckled, and picked up a fork. “Yeah, good point,” he nodded, and was about to dig in, before he paused. He looked at Helen, and smiled. “Actually…maybe having a cake all to ourselves?” He grabbed a spare fork and offered it to her.
Helen’s eyes widened a tad. “O-Oh, me? Wh-Why, I couldn’t, really…”
“Ah, come on,” he laughed, insisting. “How many of these cakes do you pass out every week? And how many times do you ever get to taste them?”
“Not often…”
“Yeah! Plus…it was real sweet of you to pop in, even if it is like, your job,” he chuckled, blushing a tad. “Would it help if I said it was my birthday wish to hang out with Helen Henny today?”
It was her turn to blush now, but a smile pulled through as she took the fork from him. “I think that can be worked out, then!” She nodded, and scooped up a big forkful of cake. “Happy to make the wish of the birthday boy come true, especially for such a cute one like you!”
“Yeah, that’s the—what was that?” His gaze narrowed, blush bursting across his cheeks.
“Mmmm!!” Helen beamed, popping a forkful in her mouth. “This cake is so yummy! Go ahead, try some!!”
He blinked for a moment, assuming he must have just misheard her before taking a bit of himself. “Mmm…yeah! It tastes great! Better than I thought it would…”
“We always make sure the cakes are the best we can afford! The big moment of the birthday party after all!!”
“Guess that makes sense, yeah!”
The two continued to chat and chow down until they each ate their fill, with only a few hunks of cake left on the tray. By now, though, the two were engrossed in rather deep conversation, going on about quite a few things, things Luka never really expected to be talking about with a pizzeria mascot. In fact, they were so into the conversation that they—
“Hey, Luka, guess what—oh.”
Luka glanced up, and his eyes widened as he saw Murdoch and Orson walk into the party room, the latter having massive bundles of tickets under his wings. For some reason, despite realizing he had no real reason to be so, he felt very embarrassed. He quickly rose to his feet, unsure what to really say. “H-Hey, guys. Wh-Whatcha…what’re ya up to?”
The two blinked. “We…were just coming back with our ticket haul?” Murdoch responded, and looked between Luka and Helen. “Were we…interrupting something?” All of a sudden, his demeanor changed from surprised to a smirk. “Something…special maybe?”
The raccoon felt his eyes get even wider. “W-W-We were just—!”
“We were just celebrating Luka’s birthday!” Helen beamed, rising up herself. “We had some cake, chatted—oh, and I can see you two have a whole bunch of tickets! I’m sure that’ll be worth a great prize!”
“Oh, for sure,” Orson chuckled.
“Seeing as I got more to do, I guess I can leave you boys to it!” She nodded, before realization came over her. “Oh, I nearly forgot! I haven’t given you your birthday gift!”
Luka chuckled bashfully. “Ah, well. Th-There’s no need to—”
Before he could finish, Helen had already grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him down right to her, her lips pressing tightly against his. Luka nearly yelped, only stopped by the sudden kiss, his whole face going red as his eyes nearly popped out from his skull. He could feel the equally wide eyed gazes of his two friends on him, and yet he couldn’t move a single part of his body throughout the whole kiss. All the while, Helen had simply shut her eyes gently, raising her one leg up as she kissed him gently.
“Mwah!~” She gasped, finally pulling away from Luka after what felt like hours. “There we go! Happy birthday, Luka!” With a nod, she let go of his collar, and casually bounced out of the party room, simply giving a nod to his two friends as she left.
For a moment, the three stood there in stunned silence, before both Murdoch and Orson snapped back and hurried to their friend’s side. “Hey, hey Luka! You doing okay, man?” Murdoch asked, as he and Orson put their arms around him.
“Damn, you seem totally out of it!” Orson remarked.
Truly, Luka did, his eyes practically spiraling as his head swayed back and forth. His mouth hung agape, only making light moaning sounds. “Uh…kih…meh…wh…”
“Heh…guess someone got a bit lucky today. Happy birthday, indeed,” Murdoch chuckled, and then hoisted Luka onto his own shoulder. “I’ll take him out to the car to chill. You know what to get, right?”
“Oh, absolutely,” the pigeon grinned, the two nodding at each other as they headed out of the party room and towards their respective destination.
Meanwhile, peeking out from just behind an employees-only door, Helen watched as the dazed raccoon was carried out from the restaurant. A giggle made its way across her beak, as she turned back and headed down the hall, a blush on her face the whole way.
Can you do something with Noseblowing it’s so cut n
The closest art I've done involving that illness trope is this one. (older art)
I have a fic that has this trope as well (involving the purple haired boy)
It's not quite my thing personally. But I won't lie, I do find it pretty cute in fictional media sometimes too. So maybe in the future I'll consider making more of it.
