#Mash slash

[slashmommy]

Got three premiering vids into DC-Slash Con's vid show for this weekend (July 19-21). 1. Thiel/Boerne - Never Gonna Tell 2. Spock/McCoy - Fairytale 3. Mystery Vid

BTW, registration is still open if anyone wants to come. It's 2.5 days of slashy goodness using Zoom and Discord so you don't have to travel! https://www.dcslash.org

[slashmommy]

Even if you haven't registered, you can vote for which panel topics we should discuss at DC-Slash. It is a great all virtual multi-fandom slash media convention! Spend a weekend chatting with other fans online!. We try to have stuff going on for people from all over. There are attendees in Hawaii AND in Europe. Check it out. (There are some Tatort Panels on there)

Panel voting has a tight turn around this year, so make sure to vote before this Sunday!

Panel voting will end at 11:59 EDT on July 7th.

You can vote at: https://forms.gle/WLmAzvEpcQBQTqfs5

Or you can go to our website: https://www.dcslash.org/dc-slash-con/programming

[t3acupz]

Randall Tier [true form]

[variousqueerthings]

me all the damn time these days: hey you ever hear of this little show, due south?

[platihbm]

quick little sketch of bridget

[llycaons]

not sure which I love more: the phrase 'horrible old man sex' or the idea of house sending women to flirt with wilson after they get married

[nooooough]

I had a dream Twilight was fighting a pony version of The Radiance (depicted as Daybreaker)

The lava would rise and she would have to use the mushrooms as platforms

[insomnianoctem]

Ok so did anyone struggle MORE because of the all the "cheese" guides on youtube and just gave up and properly learned Soulslike mechanics? Cause I missed like every throw and the few that hit did very little, it really only helped against Black Rabbit Brotherhood Part 2: Electric Boogaloo. Like, I found exactly one boss video (for a mini boss) that actually explained how the boss attacks and the like in order to parry or dodge right. Like, not even weapon recommendations, just 10 minutes vids for "get a bunch of throwables- AND YA THROW EM"

[fearofmusic1979]

I found the funniest picture on twitter ever

[tuttle-did-it]

the little me saw this in the 70s/80s and was thoroughly punished for suggesting it by my family, who are all like Frank Burns.

It warms my cold dead heart to see the youngins discover not just M*A*S*H, and the various extremely queer and neuro-divergent characters, but also the definitely queer relationship Hawkeye has with nearly everyone.

god. beejhawk. did you guys know about this

[ts4challengehub]

🎃 Spooky/Halloween/Occult Challenges

A noncomprehensive list of season-appropriate challenges for October and onward. Enjoy!

CAS Challenges

13 Deadly Nights of CAS by @nikatyler

25 Days of Mythical Creatures by @laurafufuxoxo

28 Bloody Nights of CAS by @nikatyler

31 Days of Halloween by @pixeledwings

31 Days of Simblreen by @maadsimming

A Party to Die For by @la-llama-sims

Bobaween CAS Challenge by @bobatrait

Build-a-Vampire by @hauntedtrait

Create-a-Cryptid by @gloomiegalaxie

Fairy CAS Challenge by @imissylou

Little Demon Challenge by @mickimagnum

Mintober CAS Challenge by @themintsimmer

Monster Apartment by @saintofthearts

Monster Mash CAS Challenge by @salemssimblr

Monster Mash Townie Makeover by @mickimagnum

Not-So-Simstober 1 & 2 by @notsosimstober

October CAS Challenge by @mryellooo

October CAS Challenge by @simstopiaa

Simblreen CAS Challenge by @mylittlesimcorner

Slashed CAS Challenge by @folkling

The Forgotten Ones by forbiddenwhims

Gameplay Challenges

Dark Victorian Legacy by milkcreamsims

Forgotten Prophecy Legacy by @josefiendelphine

Halloween Legacy by snowiii95/heraldsims

Luna Legacy Challenge by @candacepandace

Lunar Phases Legacy by @pamsimmer

Magical Bloodlines: A Familiar Legacy by @anxiousmoodlet

Mystical Legacy Challenge by @maiatheesimmer

Not So Scary Challenge by @itsmaggira

Occult Legacy Challenge by asphodelmoon @kimbasprite

Occult Matchmaking Legacy by @summynatsuy

Season of the Witch by @nekochan-simmer

Ultimate Occult Challenge by @jasminesilk

Vampire Diaries Legacy by @josefiendelphine

Vampiric Tales Legacy by @sims4lizzyuk

Vampire: The Masquerade Legacy by @anxiousmoodlet

Werewolf Challenge by @pxssygxblin

Please feel free to add challenges in the replies/reblogs that I may have missed, whether they're your own or someone else's. Thank you to all the creators! 🖤

[rebelfell]

We're really putting the 'self' in self-insert over here…

“What’s her name?” Eddie asks, putting out his hand in a closed fist your cat regards curiously.

He’s crouched down to her level, giving her the chance to sniff him and trying not to look like his heart is about to burst out of his chest through his ribcage Kool-Aid Man style.

Why does this feel like meeting your parents, but a thousand times more nerve-wracking?

Keeping his breathing as steady as he can, he watches your cat rub her face into his knuckles. She digs in especially deep when she discovers the steel ridges of his rings, pushing up against them harder so they rub along her jaw, purring soft enough for only Eddie to hear.

“Y/N,” you answer him with a cheeky smile.

His brow wrinkles and he shoots you a funny look as you squat beside him, stroking the back of your cat’s neck a few times in greeting. She trills quietly, still mashing her face into Eddie’s fist.

“Mayan?” he tries to clarify.

“No, Y-slash-N,” you repeat, doubling down. “You know, like in fanfiction?”

Eddie holds your gaze, trying to read your unreadable face. Your face holds firm as stone, not giving even the most remote clue as to whether you’re fucking with him or not.

“Wait…seriously?” he asks slowly.

You shrug, withholding your answer just long enough to make him sweat. “No,” you say at last, grin spreading. “But how funny would that be?”

[asunflowerana]

06:50 PM — Nanami Kento

"Fried or grilled chicken for dinner?"

"Uhm—" a grunt can be heard from the other line, followed by the sounds of slashing and inhuman shrieks. He must still be busy. "Uhm, grilled is good, love. What you're thinking for side dish?"

"Cheesy mashed potatoes and tomato sauce, just the way you like it." You close the fridge door, holding the phone with your free hand while the other arm carries the pot of fresh seasoned chicken you prepared a few hours ago. You organize the counter with all the ingredients, pan pre-heating with butter.

"Perfect." There are a few more distant grunts, but you can still understand your husband's approval, making you proceed with your dinner plans. "Don't forget to lower the heat, in case you want to practice your dance moves again."

"It was just once, Kento!" You sulk, not like being called out for grooving in the kitchen. Did you burn a few things back then? Yes, but who didn't? It was your favorite pop playlist, your body went on its own!

Making sure your phone stays still well between your ear and shoulder blade, you land the first filet of chicken breast on the hot pan, a not-so-usual sizzling sound taking place in the room. Yep, let's definitely lower the heat, you move your fingers around the knob. "I won't burn our food again, smarty pants. Stop bullying your wife."

But you can't stay mad at him for too long. Not when you feel his deep, breathless chuckles flowing right inside your ear, into your mind and heart, making your stomach flutter like a scholar girl just like every single time. "I'm sorry love, you're right. Your food 's heaven, burned or not."

Letting out a last huff, you roll your eyes, feeling your lips curve in a lopsided smile. You bet Nanami has a similar one on his face right now. "How long 'til you come home?"

There's a small pause, filled with lowly breaths and the far sound of crickets. Maybe he finished what he was dealing with. "45 minutes from now. Think you can hold tight?"

"You're not deserving, but I'll make an effort." Now you hear the perfect form of a snicker, making you wish you could kiss it away and fill that pretty cheeky face with even more kisses. You miss your husband. "Come safe, 'kay? I'll see you soon."

"See you soon, love. Stay safe."

And the red finish button is pressed. Nanami carefully returns the device inside his pocket, now investing his whole attention on the last, persistent curse gaping at him behind a pillar, thinking it could catch him out of guard.

Rubbing of the remains of blood coming from a small cut on his jaw, he roughly loosen the tight knot of his tie that you so lovingly did this morning. He needs to move without restraints if he wants to get the next subway, though.

"Let's finish for today, shall we?"

And like every weekday, Kento makes it on time.

© asunflowerana 2024

[queenendless]

*°◇■¤ SHAPE OF YOU ¤■◇°*

A/n: Yeah the same English VA voiced all these dudes, and his B-Day is TODAY!

Tbh though, I wanna take a break from this one sided infatuated hellhole I dug myself into and write for other series again, that aren't dubbed with him in it. The irony of me saying that when I wrote this of all things. I ❤️ that madman though. Ah, the mess of a crush!

Pairing: Adult! Makoto, Anos, Jiji, Mash, Nagumo, Mikey, Lighter, Jinwoo, Ryoji X Fem!Adult!Reader.

CW: SPOILERS FOR ALL THE FANDOMS INVOLVED SO BE PREPARED.

Characters aged up 21+. Isekaied reader. All shows coexist in this anime world AU.

SFW and NSFW CONTENT INVOLVED. Kinda headcanons/daily life with the various tagged dudes, mushy fluffy romance with eventual brief short smut. Voice kink, lovesick/lovestruck reader, reverse harem vibes.

Getting reborn in a world choked full of anime characters would be any weeb’s greatest dream. Your inner wish finally gets granted, at last!

So many cameos, easter eggs, references serving the overstimulation you craved.

Urban dystopia, cyberpunk, fantasy, and even classic and modern day Japan structures this conglomeration that is the capital of this anime city in this anime world.

In one way or another, you yourself seek out such dashing men that all had their unique quirks and styles straight out of the gate. Even in this new life they still hold a place in your heart.

Unlike most leads in reverse harem stories, you wanted to embrace this fantasy. Your lovesick self literally gave off such an intense lovestruck aura as is. You crave that kind of affection and attention, in this life as the last.

Someway, somehow, it worked.

Your bois … them dudes … ah what a lineup.

Mash, the magicless exercise buff, secretly likes you watching him doing weight lifts with one hand and eating cream puffs with the other. While workouts with him are more casual, he still appreciates you wanting to bond over it, inspiring him to do his push ups and sit ups with you kissing him when his face gets close enough as his motivation and reward. That and sharing slash feeding each other cream puffs together whenever you get the chance.

“You don't have to dote on me so much. Even without magic, I will use all of my strength to keep you safe. And bake cream puffs for you every day. I'll dote on you all to show you just how much you mean to me.”

Jiji, the goofy quirky red-head that he is, despite the Evil Eye yokai of hatred using him as its vessel, slowly but surely wormed his way into your heart. The stupid jokes paired with those face expressions laced with the boundless energy he has despite the hell he's been through grew on you over time until his beaming smile got you turning to mush. Being able to wind down and relax when he started gaining control over his alternate self, taking naps with you got you being the big spoon for this cutie. Cuddles are inevitable.

“Your laugh is infectious. Getting you to smile is my daily goal. It really does make my day. Gets me smiling every single time. I never want this feeling to end. So let's have more bright filled days ahead together, Y/n~”

Lighter, the red scarfed honor bound Champion, rightfully won your heart with his protective romantic dorky self. Meeting each other through your shared friends that are legendary Proxies, you become entangled in each other's lives. Giving you rides on his motorbike went from convenient transport to enjoying the scenic drive together. Sharing some Nitro Fuel together as he quipped out some dorky puns all to make you smile. You keep him grounded in return. Kissing every single scar his past left him with, being able to let down his walls and be open with you, it all means so much.

“You can count on me to get the job done. Whatever it is, whenever you need me, I'm there. I'll fight for you until my dying breath. Hey now, don't cry. I'm not going anywhere. Not for a long time.”

Anos, the misfit that is the Demon King of Tyranny, exudes natural charm and strength that is indeed OP. Building bridges, ending divides, bringing everyone united in a new age for his descendants. So of course the strapping reincarnated man bewitched you as well. Sure he has his own group of comrades on the side – a harem in a sense from others perspective – but from his self awareness, you have an actual harem. He was amused, intrigued even, that you would see him as another potential mate, so he humored you. His parents were more than welcoming to meet a bride he wouldn't mind marrying one day. You're just that interesting to him.

“Did you really think that just because I was part of your little court, that I would be outdone by my competition? I'll be as savage as well as benevolent to my rivals. Why am I going along with it? Well … I'm enthralled by you, my lovely human.”

Nagumo, one of the strongest assassins there is, would deem crossing paths with you during a mission not as a coincidence but as fate. He felt light as a feather, walking on air, as he made small talk with you after finishing his tasks for the day, that elated smile that came with blood stains. The fact that you reciprocate his assassin lifestyle had the arrow of love striking him true, mirroring Sakamoto's reason for leaving the Order all to be with his own special someone. Introducing you to said former comrade at his convenience store came soon after.

“Getting close to me will put you at risk, no doubt. And I barely have time to see you as it is due to my job. But I'll gladly kill anyone that dares harm a hair on your pretty little head. I really like you, after all.”

Mikey, the leader of his own biker group, can be quite the handful. Being overprotective about keeping his family safe, blood bound and found, you were no exception. He'd do anything for you, day or night. He is as loyal as he is a kid at heart. He wears his heart on his sleeve in your honest opinion. Giving him PDA really lifts his spirits; loved fill squeezing hugs, smooching him senseless, and being a shoulder to cry on for those tough days.

“Oi. I'm grateful to you. Ya know that, right? When this city sees delinquents in a better light through the Tokyo Manji Gang, my brother's dream will finally become a reality. And I hope you'll be by my side when that happens. I can't imagine anything else worthwhile.”

Jinwoo, an E-rank hunter reawakened to become the next Shadow Monarch took the world and beyond by storm, sweeping all off their feet. Slaying magic beasts all around you to show off his growing strength and speed. Saving those that are genuinely worth it helped balance the OP aura he gave, winning your heart in his favor. Seeing his former self in you brought out his overprotectiveness, aiding in winning him over in turn. This Ruler rather carry you princess style himself than his shadow generals.

“We've both been at the bottom. But while I've been fortunate to have agency and power to lead a better life, you haven't been so lucky. If you wouldn't mind, I want to look after you. I … I care about you. Very much. I want to be there for you like you have been for me.”

Ryoji, the Appraiser of Nyx herself, could not believe it himself. He was back together with his friends, making new memories with this second chance. And he had you to thank for that. The anomaly that is many worlds meshing together to create this one has you literally radiating at its core, having him hone in on you. You're an angel in his eyes. Hence, serenading on the piano for you, affectionately swaying you over with his wise words about embracing life to the fullest, and wrapping his scarf around you for you both to share. You got Death wrapped around your finger.

“I didn't expect to be in the presence of an angel, yet here you are. Knowing you had a hand in making all this possible, allow me to thank you personally. Beneath this moon, beside this sea, will you share one dance with me?”

Makoto, the savior literally tied to Death itself, willingly gave up his life to save his world from the literal end. In this alternate life, he too had been given another chance to live a long life. And like his close friend, he gets drawn to your presence. But unlike the former, you're the affectionate one. Petting him, sharing headphones in exchange for letting him rest against you, even looking unto his big blue eyes had him blushing and ducking his head in embarrassment. This silent loner boi is not immune to your smitteness.

“You're strange. Putting yourself out there … because you like me? Sorry. I've had admirers before, but I've never wanted to ruin those friendships. So why …? Maybe Ryoji was right. You're like a kindred soul to us … to me. We've all died yet came back. All to meet one another. I've dealt with stranger things … but I don't mind. You, that is. I mean it.”

While they were all different, the similarities when it comes to their bond with you are all there.

Shaking their warm calloused hands, no other kind of handshake could ever hope to top it.

Those marvelous eyes fascinate you.

Their modest encouragement sends your heart ablaze.

The many things they do to make each day easier, comfy, worthwhile.

Their fingers rubbing sensually along your cranium down to your tense neck. Massaging the rest of your stressed sore body followed suit. Of course they'd flex for you as you return the kind act, giving their lean builds love bites and smooches in the process.

Your drained hum of thanks reaches their ears as you use their lap as your pillow. They would do the same if they're too drained to go to bed or they need your presence to cheer them up for whatever reason.

Their hand brushes through your hair strands, pushing them aside to trail along your flushed cheek, causing it to darken further because it's their touch.

Many times you fall asleep against them, whether leaning into their side or using their lap as a pillow, it always ends with them rearranging yourselves to sleep on the couch together with you on top on them or they carry you to bed and keeps you in their arms still as you cuddle amid la la land.

Their laughter, whether deep or light, is a musical score you cherish to hear much more.

Lounging together with you sitting up against his front, your legs in between his own, his arms wrapped around you, he held the console controller in your lap with his hands overlapping yours as you played whatever video games piqued both your interests.

Spotting you squeezing the life out of chibi plush doll versions of themselves always brought out their envy. But it was your comfort whenever you couldn't hug their real life counterparts due to work or any other occupying situations. But you do get the chance to see them again, cuddles and kisses come in tenfold.

Even being able to spend time with them along with their comrades and friends always ends up with you staying glued by their side.

Days turned to weeks and then months, for each passing moment you were interweaving a web of bonds that got you attached to these fine nine beings.

For they share the same voice.

God that voice …

Such versatility and tenor. So sultry, sensual, and sexy all at once. It should be a crime to sound that fine. Of course it will slide. That kind of voice times nine. Like a soul split into nine sublime forms.

Comforting words. Encouragement. Goofy impressions. The puns. Saying your name. Pet Names. Any and every word. You could never get enough.

Then there are the salacious moments.

Them whispering in your ears to utter any and all such things. Dirty, romantic, primal. Whatever suited the mood. Whichever made you both comfortable.

“Does my voice really make you come that much? Interesting~”

That exact sentence would become like a motto – a slogan perhaps – to these guys. Teasing you in that tempo and timbre all to make you melt. Never letting you live it down.

“The ways in which you talk to me~”

Your own tease earned you being pushed up against the wall, your free hand supporting you since your other hand was pinned behind your back. His free hand grasped your chin, tilting your face around all to devour you. Just one of many scenarios that play out between you and your many partners.

Your first time with each of them is equally special, ingrained into your mind and your core.

Whether decent or long, wide or thick, so much variety with every cock that stuffs up your needy pussy.

Smooth and sly or sculpted and rough are such fingers that get to touch you, trace patterns along your sensitive flesh.

To pinch and rub your pearls, leaving love bites on every inch of you to remind one another who you belong to.

Fondling and massaging your frame, suckling on your stretch marks along your fine as fuck dumpy, stuffing their fingers in both your mouths to lather up your essence, licking from your ass crack to your clit.

They all share the intoxicating crave for your addictive taste, devouring your cunt for hours on end, their faces squished between your quivering sweaty thighs, their noses buried in your pubic hair while they're sloppily making out as their dexterous fingers and skillful tongues went to work on having you come so many times.

Missionary, backshots, the mating press, against the wall, on the floor, across tables and couches, even on the roof — when there's a will there's a way.

They love replacing the pearls around your neck …

Titty fucking. Throat fucking. Ejaculating all over your sweaty sheen self. Jacking off through your thighs, your peachy hills, all to tease you so close to edge yet striving to be within you.

Of course, they let you have your way with them in kind. Their egos and hearts soar as you claim them, the bite marks and bruising sucks litter their lean firm vessels to match yours. The tattoos, the scars, those get you showering smooches like mad.

Whether hugging their waist or throwing them over their shoulders, they love to rub and grip your legs enough for fingertips to be left behind as your latch onto them is ironclad.

Weaving hands through each other's haphazard hair while tugging on them hair strands roughly amiss lust, interlocking their hands with yours that need that tether to keep hold onto through the hectic ride of orgasmic paradise.

Massaging your ever tight gummy caverns all to see your expressions of vulnerable passion, falling apart easily while stuffing their cream in you, hitting that sizzling bundle of nerves all to tip you over the edge.

Those feral groans, them unhinged moans, such breathless cries of euphoria with your name reading such a crescendo off their swollen wet mouths as they could never get enough of your vice grip firm enough to leave their fingerprints behind.

Your curling, squirming self crying and breathless as creamy goodness dripped down your valleys, their comforting warm bodies draping over your beautiful self, holding you while the highs of sex would soon calm down.

“Let me fight for you.”

“Laugh with you.”

“Cry with you.”

“Reshape the world for you.”

“Kill for you.”

“Protect you.”

“Rule with you.”

“Live life with you.”

“Love you.”

In this alternate universe, in a world full of vibrant people, with limitless possibilities and potential …

The shape of them — their very existences — ingrained in your type of mate. Partner. Perhaps the shape of their souls are all one in the same. All intense, driven and outrageous.

Maybe because of your preference in your former life. Through their voices all stemming from one. Perhaps your rooted desire for a significant other with that boundless voice created so many options and you finally hit the jackpot.

When the day comes you wake up amongst all nine men strewn about, bare to the bone the same as you, in sheen gleaming ecstasy, soiled sheets and pillows thrown about all over the spacious bedroom, as you smiled all dopey like at those peaceful sleeping dreamboats.

The shape of you might as well be a heart because you too wore it when you're with your favorites.

[c-monthecob]

Hanma HCs

★ He was there when Kisaki got rejected, tired to cheer him up, but was clearly fighting back a laugh. (His laughter contributed to Kisaki deciding to kill Hina; it bruised his ego too much.)

★ He eats peppers as a snack, specifically cayenne peppers.

★ Banned from several Spencers.

★Convinced Kisaki to match hairstyles with him, telling him it'd make him look more like a delinquent.

★ He's got a crazy ex who slashes his tires, pours sugar in his gas tank, and sprinkles instant mashed potatoes in his yard. (TRUST, he's still fucking with her too)

★ Keeps all his old gang uniforms as a souvenir. (His favorite is the Valhalla jacket.)

★ Loves all of Tim Burton's work.

★Big fan of stop motion, he even makes his own shorts in his free time

★When Draken was trying to win that teddy bear for Emma's birthday, he made fun of him every time the claw machine would drop it.

★ favorite games would be Call of Duty, RDR2, Little Nightmares, and every Resident Evil game.

★Asked Baji for his haircare routine and got the same turnout as Sanzu

★ Dressed up as slender man for Halloween and chased kids whenever they'd knock on his door

★ His parents are office workers and live boring lives, so he's determined to never be like them which is why he hates being bored.

★ In the final timeline, he and Wakasa actually get along. Wakasa shows him fishing spots with good scenery and he shows Wakasa lakes where there are little to no people.

★ His grandmother gave him a camera for his ninth birthday

★ He grew up in the countryside and would spend all day outside trying to find a spot with the perfect scenery with his brand-new camera.

★ He lives in an RV to make traveling for his work easier.

★ He used to write on his hands in class when he was bored which is how he got the idea for his tattoo.

★ Loves doing maternal photoshoots it gives him baby fever.

★ He was the photographer for Hina and Takemichi's wedding. (He was going to do it for free, but Hina haggled him on a price)

★ Discovered he's kinda into taxidermy while doing a photoshoot for a hunter

[nebbychan]

I feel like he knows how to fight, but due to anxiety, he panics and flails around like a wacky inflatable tube man until he wins.

And this is likely how he processes every boss fight.

Does Dan actually know how to fight or does he just bullshit his way through battles until he somehow wins?