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allys-diary · 1 year ago

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stories i om-nom-nom'd :: april 2024 (week 2)

I honestly didn't nom through too much because this week was mostly spent on my 'main' blog which is by the site's terms my side blog but let's be real, that's where I'm most active, it's my main blog 😤 Anyways, most of the week was spent reading through my friends' and fellow writers' stories and progressing my Tumblr TBR, writing my own stories, and also downloading and posting all the photos that came out this week from the events that Tom Hiddleston attended (legend has it, I'm still downloading).

As always, spoilers, thots, and thoughts all under the cut

documentaries

The Antisocial Network

I wasn't expecting this to take the turn that it did, documenting the butterfly effect of the creation of 4chan and how it snowballed into January 6, 2021. I ended up liking this a bit more than I expected going in, but I also have a little bit of an opinion…some of these guys really shot themselves in the foot revealing themselves to be a part of Anonymous because now…well they're kinda the opposite 🥴

Quiet on Set: Breaking the Silence

The check in with the people that were interviewed felt like a necessary part of the entire process, but honestly…there was something in the vibe of this episode's execution that felt off to me. It was like the host was putting on a performance like they were filming in front of a studio audience and the tone just felt like it was too chipper if that makes sense? Like you're supposed to be checking in on them and asking them how they've felt since the documentary came out and how their lives have been since, so why are you sounding like you're reading them today's headlines? Like I can't believe I'm even saying this but Trisha Paytas did better--

It just felt a little heavy-handed to me, but I can get behind the concept of having this follow-up episode that addressed the absolute garbage fire of a video that Foot Man put out into the internet trying to do damage control but honestly should've just been titled "Dan Schneider digs his own grave even deeper for 20 minutes straight".

books

games

Delicious: True Love

Stage 5, Day 1: Emily arrives back home to her restaurant/apartment in Snuggford and the poor beb's so heartbroken and hyper-focused on that, that she doesn't even notice there's a big gaping hole in the middle of her restaurant, with a burst pipe making an accidental water fountain. Patrick only sees her going upstairs to unpack and assumes that her trip went well and basically declares to her family and her best friend that now that she's got her love and she's happy, there's no more reason for him to stay.

Dude no, we've officially entered idiots in love stage. 😩

The day ends with Emily sobbing the second her mom goes up and checks in on her. I'm gonna say one more time for good measure, if OG story Jean-Paul has zero haters, I am dead.

Stage 5, Day 2: Emily's parents are worried about her since she hasn't come back down from her apartment, and Francois gives her some tough love telling her to at least show up for work because he won't make excuses for her absence. Nothing much happens on this day, since she goes straight back upstairs when the shift's over, other than her mom Evelyn basically saying she should have meddled in the beginning by never giving her the letter to begin with.

All I'm gonna say is…remake Evelyn is definitely the better Evelyn 🥴

Stage 5, Day 3: Patrick reveals that he's moving to New York since his business is growing and the new shop's gonna need his attention. Then Angela, Emily's little sister, shows up with puppies and asks her all about Paris, which causes Evelyn to shout at Angela rather than just calmly tell her that it's a sensitive topic (Clear to see where Evelyn's playing favorites). Angela leaves the restaurant but instructs one of the puppies to stay behind with Emily, which kicks off our side quest for this level where we call back the pup when he strays from Emily's side.

The day ends with Emily keeping the pup with her for a day or two, and talking to her mom about what happened in Paris.

Stage 5, Day 4: The big hole in the middle of the restaurant's all fixed, and it's bringing in more foot traffic to the restaurant. Emily makes a note to call to have the floors polished, mentioning she likes the floral scent, and Francois tells her that Patrick's moving to New York. He also accidentally kickstarts the dreaded miscommunication trope because he said "something about someone needing his attention there".

Gotta love them himbo besties 🥴

Stage 5, Day 5: Emily gets to see more of Patrick's green flag status when he tends to a kid that hurt herself when she tripped, taking the kid's mind off the pain and giving her a little flower and doing a magic trick. Then he confirms with Emily that yes, he's moving to New York because "it's time to move on", and I wanna bonk some heads together all over again. Francois tells her that she and Patrick have been flirting for so long that it's like "watching the same car crash on repeat" and he tells his therapist about it sometimes, and then accidentally breaks the vase that Patrick put a rose he set aside for Emily in, scattering marbles all over the floor and giving us our side mission for this level.

The day ends with Emily turning down an offer for a girls night out, and holding on to the rose from earlier.

Stage 5, Day 6: We officially unlock this stage's Entertainer, which is Francois with Emily's new puppy from Angela. Not much happens other than at the end of the day, the previous owner of the restaurant Mr Farrell visits the place to reminisce, and he talks about his "one that got away" because he was a teenage boy that fapped over Marilyn Monroe (my words, not his). Then one day when he finally came to his senses, the girl already stopped showing up at the restaurant.

Stage 5, Day 7: Emily's heart's finally starting to heal and she wakes up realizing that her apartment's a total mess ever since she got home and started her one-woman misery party. She still has the rose from Patrick at the center of her living area, and she reads a card that basically boils down to "Emily babes wake up your true love's been right in front of you literally giving you flowers every day". Unfortunately, that last scene from the previous day feels like heavy-handed foreshadowing because Patrick says goodbye to Emily after giving her one last delivery of fresh flowers for the restaurant.

The day ends with Mr Farrell bidding Emily and his old restaurant goodbye since he's moving to Florida to stay with friends, and a regular customer Gladys walks in looking for her purse, and wouldn't you know, it's Mr Farrell's TOTGA, and she moved back to Snuggford after her husband passed away so she could be closer to family. This makes Mr Farrell decide that he doesn't wanna move to Florida anymore.

Undercover: Blood Bonds

Chapter 10: Vera clocks in for the morning shift and finds Bluejay in Club with her pajamas on, finding out that she doesn't have a place to stay so she's been sleeping in the backroom. Vera offers her to move in so she doesn't catch a case for breaking in. At the end of the shift, Jericho reveals he has mind control powers and he used them to make Crystal exit the room before he ordered Mr Smirnov to get rid of Vera because she's asking too many questions.

Chapter 11: Vera meets up with Hank at a pub called Smokin' Wheels, and he tells her that Mr Smirnov's on a mission to get her sacked. Lilly's ex boyfriend Sam shows up and Vera spends that shift trying not to get noticed by Sam. At the end of the shift, we get a flashback of Sam being overprotective but concerned about Lilly coming home late and he pulls the "you're mine" card, while Lilly walks away going "You don't know anything".

Pretty sure the cops are wrong that Sam's the culprit and it's actually Mr Mind Control with the glowy red eyes Jericho that they should be looking up.

stories to om-nom-nom next

The Tortured Poets Department

I'm already sharpening a pitchfork with Joe Alwyn's name on it.

Hello Kitty Island Adventure: Imagination Celebration Event

I have no idea what this side story's gonna be, but all I know is that they made my precious bb Kuromi the villain of the event, and ngl I'm fuming. My sweet mischievous baby deserves better 😤

That's all for this week. See y'all next week unless I fall into a rabbit hole of planning out new stories for the WIP pile because I up and decided to Phase 1 plan for a "The Tortured Poets Department Collection" 🥴🫡

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ayukaze · 2 years ago

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Can be read on fanfiction.net as well!

Summary: Tyson and Hilary go off the trail while trekking but it helps them sort things out in a way no one expected.

Notes: This was originally written for a prompt in 2021 and posted only on tumblr. The prompt was placing one’s hand on the other’s mouth. I edited this slightly, added a little more context and now tada! It's helping spread the announcement for TyHil Love Countdown Survey on AO3 and FFN.

“This is a disaster.”

Of course it was, Tyson rolled his eyes, he wanted to turn around and tell her that she shouldn’t have expected anything better from him, but it was late and he was tired of walking around in circles and they were very much lost. So he decided to save his energy and continue onward without paying any attention to Hilary and her timely outbursts. If he could just bring himself to concentrate on his surroundings to recall anything which would serve as a hint for discovering the correct route, he would be able to lead them back to their camp, and hopefully some warm food.

“I can’t believe I trusted you to read a map correctly.” Hilary spoke up again, her tone getting antsier by the minute, almost starting to feel like a drill digging against his skull, “I also can’t believe that you left your phone back at the cabin-”

“Hey, you left your phone back at the cabin too.” Tyson spun on his feet, fixing her with an intense glare, to which she replied by folding her arms across her chest and shrugging nonchalantly, as if her actions were more justifiable than his, “And might I remind you,” he added through gritted teeth, “That the only reason we’re lost is because you said you heard the sound of water and led us off the trail so we could look for a non-existent stream.”

This time she squirmed under his glare, shifting her gaze downwards as her ears turned red in embarrassment over his statement. Satisfied with the effect, Tyson turned around and began to lead the way once again. They couldn��t have gotten very far from the main trail, Akebono Forest Reserve wasn’t even that large or dense, so Tyson was sure that if they stuck around the path that he remembered to be closest to the trail they were supposed to be following, they’d run into the people looking for them.

At least he assumed that people were looking for them, since it must be close to midnight and the dark clouds in the sky indicated that there was a high possibility of rain. His brother and his friends, albeit annoyed by the long (and extremely loud) argument Tyson and Hilary had had as soon as they arrived at the camping site, were not cruel enough to leave the two stranded in a forest during heavy rain.

He hadn’t meant to start the day on a bad note either, in fact, he was looking forward to this training camp away from home very much. But when the bus arrived and everyone eagerly shuffled in, Hilary chose to sit next to Daichi even when the seat next to Tyson was empty. He’d already instructed all the boys to leave him alone for the ride so he could get Hilary all to himself beforehand, but she said something about wanting to make sure that Daichi would have access to meds in case he started to experience motion sickness. The little red-headed monster then decided to act as if he was feeling under the weather, which made Hilary stick to him for the entire ride.

Naturally, that soured Tyson’s mood immensely, but she was still sitting behind him so he tried to make small talk with her as the bus waddled on. Hilary however, avoided his gaze and kept reprimanding him for not sitting correctly which made all the other guys and his brother laugh, and in turn ensured that Tyson wouldn’t be feeling happy with her anytime soon.

Still, he allowed her one last chance to be nice to him and give him the attention that she knew he was begging for. When they arrived at the campsite and Hiro decided to send them trekking in teams of two, he was taken aback by how his brother was genuinely trying to do something nice for him when his and Hilary’s name ended up together, but the way she stuck up her nose at the thought of spending time alone with him made his temper spill over the glass. That’s how they ended up arguing about the route they should take, whose instincts they should follow or who should hold the map and pretty much everything else as they ventured deeper into the forest.

Now they were lost and frustrated, two things that never made for a good combination.

Suddenly, Tyson felt the back of his jacket being pulled sharply and came to a forced halt, his train of thought breaking as he tilted his head back to see Hilary grasping tightly onto his jacket, bent over as she attempted to control her panting by taking deep breaths.

“You’re...walking too...fast.” She managed to speak after a few minutes, looking up at him with a pleading expression on her face and Tyson felt slightly guilty for being too lost in his thoughts to pay her any attention.

“Sorry, I’ll slow down,” Tyson replied, smiling sheepishly at her, as she sent him an exasperated look.

But as they started their aimless walking again, Tyson felt that his jacket was still being held onto. So after taking a few steps he paused, and tilted his head yet again to find that Hilary was still clutching onto it, even more tightly than earlier, and he ended up raising a questioning eyebrow at her.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she murmured. Her voice was soft and devoid of the demanding tone it had held all evening, which surprised Tyson and he felt heat rush into his cheeks as the double meaning behind her words registered in his brain. Watching his reaction, Hilary too understood the weight behind her words and turned a similar shade of red as she defended herself hastily, “I meant to lose sight of you again, don’t be such an idiot Tyson.”

Tyson shook his head in response, and they started their charade of finding the correct path once again, but this time there was a slightly giddy feeling in his chest every time he felt Hilary’s grip on his jacket. Whatever the meaning behind her words or the situation they were in, he liked hearing these things from her. He made a mental note to thank Max and Hiro later since it was quite obvious that the two had rigged the drawing lots to make sure Tyson would end up with Hilary as his trekking partner and the two would patch things up before the training camp started. Even if it had led to the two of them walking towards their potential deaths, at least Tyson got to see Hilary flustered over saying something cheesy to him.

It was only a few minutes later that they arrived at a sort of clearing, that Tyson recognized from earlier in the day, and it took him quite the effort to not jump up and down with excitement over the thought of being close to making it back to where the rest of the team were. His natural instinct reminded him that they were in a forest and loud noises could attract trouble during the night, so he calmly turned around to inform Hilary that they weren’t too far from the main trail now, but it seemed that she’d made the connection too, as her ruby eyes shined taking in their surroundings. However, Hilary’s instincts must’ve told her something else, because she’d let go of Tyson’s jacket and clasped her hands together excitedly.

“I remember this place!” she cried out, “I remember this from-”

Tyson’s hands moved on their own and before he knew it he’d put one hand against her mouth, muffling any sound that may escape from it, and the other on her shoulder, gripping it tightly to hold her steady. He sent her a warning look, gesturing to their surroundings with his head in hopes of silently explaining the situation to her, but when their eyes locked, he saw that there was no comprehension in hers, only shock.

And a moment later, Tyson hoped that the moonlight wasn’t playing any tricks on him, that what he had seen flicker through her dark garnet eyes was in fact, anticipation. It was also in that moment, that he became very aware of the fact that his hand was pressed against her lips, and how their softness left a tingling sensation on his palms, that travelled through his fingers to the rest of his body, or that every time she exhaled, he’d feel her warm breath tickle against his fingers, sparking a fire in his stomach that he didn’t know he was capable of igniting.

Tyson knew he should let go of her now, that at the least she’d understood she wasn’t supposed to make any noise, or that the absolute silence surrounding them indicated they were safe here for now and nothing would jump out of the bushes to attack them. But still, his whole body remained frozen in place, he was unable to move away from her, unable to look away from her eyes.

It was as if feeling Hilary's skin against his own had cast a spell on his mind, one that he didn’t mind being under. Had her eyes always been so alluring, so easy to get lost in, he wondered to himself, his own breathing turning a little ragged as his hand that was gripping her shoulder moved slightly and came in contact with her bare collarbone.

He felt her gasp against his palm and Tyson took that as the final sign, she wasn’t shocked or upset by his actions, she wanted more.

Well if she had led them to their deaths by going off the trail, the least Hilary could do was pay him back with a kiss.

Tyson slowly slipped his hand away from her mouth and let it slide under her chin, tilting it up towards himself. Just as he had hoped, instead of jumping back or shouting at him, Hilary responded by licking her lips and letting him know exactly what she wanted. She’d spent the entire day escaping his grasp and maintaining a painful distance from him, but now even she knew that it was meaningless to resist. He smirked at her, before leaning down towards her, moving his other hand away from her shoulder and wrapping it around her waist to pull her closer to him, her eyes fluttering shut as their noses brushed against one another, their lips only just an inch away from colliding.

He could almost taste the strawberry-flavoured soda she’d had earlier this afternoon, he’d made gagging noises at her when she opened the can in front of him, but now all he wanted was to feel that sweetness on his tongue. Just a little bit further and then he’d finally have his craving satiated, just a little bit further-

Suddenly there was a blinding burst of light which made both Tyson and Hilary jump as they pulled themselves apart and raised their hands to shield their eyes from the white light that covered them. When the two finally lowered their arms in an attempt to get a look at the interruption, Tyson felt his throat dry up as Hilary let out a small shriek and hid behind him, pressing her forehead and balled-up fists against his back. As if facing the person who’d found them in such a compromising position wasn’t bad enough, Tyson had to work extra hard to keep a straight face as Hilary’s heated presence behind him only made him lose his mind in a way he couldn’t explain to anyone.

“Well, if I knew you guys would’ve been making up in that sense, I wouldn’t have bothered to come looking.”

Standing a few paces away from them, at the opposite side of the clearing was Max, holding a large flashlight in one hand and his phone in the other. He eyed the two of them with an expectant yet amused look in his baby blue eyes as if expecting them to perform something solely for his entertainment, an embarrassed outburst or a dramatic brushing away of the scene as a misunderstanding.

But Hilary continued to hide behind Tyson, which made him responsible for putting up a confident and brave front for both of them. He squared his shoulder and was ready to inform his friend in a stable voice that the two of them had just been looking for the way back to camp, nothing more and nothing less when a cheeky grin spread all across Max’s face and he beat Tyson to the punch as he waved his phone's camera in their direction.

“Oh don’t stop on my behalf, I’ll treat you guys to something nice with the money I’ll get from Rei and Hiro once we get back.”

~ Fin.

#tyhil #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade #tyson granger #hilary tachibana #takao kinomiya #hiromi tachibana #beyblade fanfiction #writealot #tyhil tag will never not be empty as long as i am around besties

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alphabetsoup-blogposts · 1 month ago

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I'm going to assume that's a joke. Surely no one had access to AI before 2023? If I thought you were not joking and that they were experimenting with an early-version AI, allowing it to denigrate me like a high school kid.... my rage would be absolutely limitless. Again, I shall put it entirely out of mind...* it sounds just as silly and fanciful as it would be insane, dangerous, abusive and exploitative.

I mean... seriously.

Not just me, my income, my job, my career, my sanity... but the ultimate objective was a policy paper under the auspices of the premier legal-academic institution in the country. Please just think about the possible ramifications for a moment. (Would it even have been an American "entity"?)

*But, still, all the wildly condescending draft comments—yes, the project had arrived at a final draft and we still had not approached a single US investor for an interview—are "odd"... far too technical for JG but too, er, mad for a subject-matter expert, which has left me confused and pondering the possibilities for four years now. For example, this:

It sounds plausible and even typical of a frazzled, irritable tutor, say, doesn't it? That is, until you realise the two "conflicting" sentences pulled up in the comment are these:

The Trump Executive Order, dated 12 November 2020, barred US investors from investing in any of thirty-one Chinese companies which, the Administration said, supply and/or support China’s military, intelligence and security services

and

and, on 2 June 2021, President Biden signed a new Executive Order prohibiting US persons from engaging in the purchase or sale of any publicly traded securities of fifty-nine companies representing the Chinese “military industrial complex”.

Inconsistent? Not much.

Most of the comments were of this nature... kinda uncanny valley... they sound plausible until you dig just a bit deeper and/or know the subject. But, yes, even so, still too technical for JG, I'm afraid. (I will expand on that, if necessary, but frankly it would be unkind to do so uninvited.)

I also want to stress, however, as a postscript, that almost everything about the working method was inappropriate anyway—from the screws on the fees, through the "copywriting" nature of the tasks involved and the performative tone of the telephone interactions, to the bias in the data and the instructions to use a single source. Moreover, these aspects were outside the bounds of what was initially discussed, whether or not some of the marginalia comments are, per se, defensible.

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rhiannonsage · 1 year ago

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Cos Ahmet

Our second visit from a guest speaker was done by Cos Ahmet, titled ‘A Journey of Body-Material Interventions’. This talk I found particularly interesting, as I am not a maker myself, I find it very interesting to listen to creatives talk about their work, processes and inspirations, and Cos was particularly passionate!

We learned about his MA in fine art at LJMU, from which he graduated in 2021, and now has a studio space in The Royal Standard which he shares with his collaborator Gary Finnigan. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it to the class trip to The Royal Standard which is a shame as I would really have loved to have a nosey at Ahmet’s space!

Cos’s current practice is sculpture, performance etc. His pieces often involve people interacting with the work or are made to imitate the human body. The work Instructions for a Body, 2019 was made up of fragments of piping to imitate a bodily product or system, Cos explained that he made the work to look almost like an archaeological dig. Although not the original inspiration, Cos took some inspiration from the artist Hans Bellmer, who grappled with the base conditions of the human body and the bodily fragments as a fetish object.

This interest in the human body progressed into Ahmet beginning to question what it is to be a body now; leaning towards how to be a body in his own skin, this led him to begin looking at new materials to emulate this. To Disperse is to Cause, 2020, is made entirely of tape, as if the body has shed its own skin, leaving behind the remains. Ahmet explained that this linked back to ‘what it is to be a body now’. I found the concept really interesting and could see how it resonated with Cos.

Cos moved on to talk about the choreographic side of his practice. This was a side of contemporary art that I hadn’t previously seen, and I found it quite thought provoking, the amount of thought and personality that goes into contemporary artwork sure is unique! Ahmet’s first choreographic piece is called Sensing the In-Between. this piece of work is made of tape and involves 2 shrouds that can be worn. Within this work, gestures of movement and touch are explored as the bodies meet in between. Ahmet described the work becoming a ‘pre-post performance’ referring to the performance in which he and one of his collaborators stand within the shrouds, walk towards each other, touch through the shrouds then take them off and lay them on the floor before walking away, ( excuse my terrible description of Ahmet’s very innovative performance piece). Cos explained that this work was made before the very first lockdown, he thinks that the noise in the media about covid going on in the background at the time, filtered through into his work. it is funny some of the things that can inspire art without the artist even realising until after it is made, I think this kind of subconsciousness is a big factor for inspiring contemporary art pieces.

A year down the line, Ahmet began using other materials but hadn’t yet finished working with the tape, he wanted to expand and make the work much bigger into a choreographic space, but could also be an object at the same time, the piece A Meniscus (Between), 2021, was exactly that for Cos. it revolves around the meeting point from one skin to another but through a wall of tape, watching the video, it really made me think back to the lockdowns during covid, being able to see but not touch people, hold their hand, give your grandparents a hug etc.

I found it really quite moving!

We looked at some of the work of Allan Kaprow, who Cos explained was a great influence for him. Kaprow would have a script of instructions for his works, which he liked to be followed to the letter by his performers who would interact with his work. This led Ahmet to begin to create a script of instructions for his works. this is where it clicked for me what a ‘choreographic project’ is, as the script of instructions reminded me of a script for a movie or a set of instructions for a dance etc. this is such an interesting concept for contemporary art, the level of planning that goes into Ahmet’s work is inspiring. Proposition (a duet), 2022, embodies this, the performance consists of a choreographic object, interacting with a human. The term ‘choreographic object’ was also a new one for me, so I gave it a quick google search to see what would come up, this ended up not being quick and took my down a deep hole of the definition of choreographic objects, until I found an essay written by American actor and choreographer William Forsythe. He explained that ‘A Choreographic Object is, by nature, open to a full range of unmediated perceptual instigations without having to prioritise any type of recipient. The objects instigate processes in the body that instrumentalise the body’s readiness to provide input" https://www.williamforsythe.com/essay.html I began here to understand the interest that Cos has in the way people interact with his works, and their eventual outcomes.

For this particular piece, the instructions were fairly loose, Ahmet let the person interacting with the object take their own opinion of what the instructions meant. This process of evolving, through his artwork, performance pieces and choreographic objects, is one of the main things that I found so interesting about Cos Ahmet’s talk. the evolution of his materials from tape to a survival blanket showed his interest in readily made materials, we could see how he grew in confidence over his performance pieces and use of choreographic objects over the years, up to his piece Transmitting, 2021.

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somewhere-east-of-me · 1 year ago

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SOMEWHERE EAST OF ME

Somewhere East of Me

By Sean Vincent O’Keefe

Announcing the hilarious debut novel available pre-sale in April 2024.

Accidental absurdist, Jake Dustin lives many lives, none more confusing than his own.

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Denver writer Jake Dustin is untethered from indolence when his estranged sister announces South Carolina is exhuming their mother. With no choice but to go, Jake embarks on a cross-country odyssey of uproarious absurdity and self-exploration during the strange days of September 2021. Jake feeds the internet’s insatiable lust for content as the miles rumble by while pondering where he lost his inner child and why he lives in his ex-wife’s basement. Along the way, a rousing cast of characters like St. Louis Hobo, Tough-luck Chuck, and PTSD-ridden Spooky Cody offer a visceral distillation of life’s eclectic reality.

More than a metaphor, Somewhere East of Me untangles America’s course through the 21st Century in a poignant snapshot of where we are and how we got here. If you are ready for a rollicking adventure filled with unexpected twists, laugh-out-loud hilarity, and the infinite wisdom of mutants in the middle of nowhere – buckle up. Join Jake for an absorbing romp as he considers the common truths and complicated circumstances of the human condition in a cathartic jaunt you can’t put down. Merging historical fact and hysterical fiction Somewhere East of Me is postmodern literature written for a text message attention span. U’ll dig it.

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spotsupstuff · 2 years ago

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do YOU have a particular headcanon for how hunter got sick? think nsh did it (accidentally or on purpose)?

i've written about this before in my big boy headcanons post! you can find it here

but basically: at First my thoughts about that whole thing was that Hunter was always very susceptible to sicknesses. my headcanons haven't changed much even after the release of Downpour so- Hunter was one of the pups of a family of slugcats that weren't doing too well. they couldn't find enough food, their genome wasn't the healthiest one in the whole species, they got attacked by a lot of predators because of the food crisis- so on and on, just a real terrible streak of bad luck

so the family, not really knowing where else to go, had climbed up NSH's superstructure in hopes of finding a place of respite. once they've reached the top one of the pups, the weakest one (Hunter), was unfortunately already like two steps away from dying. as animals sometimes have to do, the parents decided to leave them behind (it wasn't easy, of course. but in such bad times...). the family visited NSH, he fed them (like Moon feeds Spear in canon) and pointed them towards the void sea (same ravine like in canon, i don't think there's been too many digs that deep tbh). it was A Direction to Somewhere far so they just decided to accept NSH's instructions

after they left, NSH noticed the number of pups didn't exactly match the first sighting of the family on top of his can vs them in his chamber so he sent out an Overseer to look for the missing little one. he found Hunter lying in a pipe, shallowly breathing. with the Overseer, he spurred and guided them to his chamber. they stumbled in practically already passed out, he caught them and set about righting them up. this was pretty recently after Moon's collapse here's a little snippet from a thing i was writing for it in 2021 and gave up on:

afterwards he cured them, fed them, warmed them up... and when they woke up and looked at him with wet eyes, fear and sadness reflecting in them, his metaphorical heart broke and he took them in and started raising them in a manner he'd be sure they wouldn't ever be helpless like that

to the point though: he never really fixed up their susceptibility to sicknesses. if the Rot is basically just strange cancer, my original thought from way back then was that Hunter's white cells simply failed at eliminating the cells that have gone bad. another stroke of bad luck, nothing more nothing less. a completely unremarkable thing and yet.. so impactful to those that cared (Nish, Moon even if she knew them only for a second, Pebbles had a big ass emotional soup to wade through when Hunter came to him too)

i had a conversation with sister like a month or so ago about Hunter and NSH, though. During it sis came up with the idea that neurons are Kind Of Uh Oh Radioactive! not radioactive enough to necessarily harm a slugcat while they are just passing through an iterator or eat a few of them, but prolonged exposure is gonna make the risk of a Rot Cancer rise up

and Hunter's green neuron is not a normal neuron either! it's basically a big chonky macho stronk boy full of strange shit wild enough to reawaken a whole iterator. so combine That fact with how long it most likely took for Hunter to get from NSH to Moon + my take of "susceptible to sicknesses" and you get the Big Ouch

NSH also totally forgot that neurons are radioactive, yeah, he was very focused on helping out Moon to remember it

silly bonus:

#Spot says stuff #rw #i do wanna say as well tho- i have more or less two sets of headcanons for a lot of stuff?#like this is a headcanon that exists for my personal happiness. if i were to go to my hardcore agreeable with canon headcanons i think-#-this would be somewhat different but i haven't figured out How quite yet. idgmlsamvlk i mostly think about those that make me happye

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aubrigail · 2 years ago

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The Downside to Playing Games Blind

[Please do not spread any hate towards the game mentioned in this writing]

All forms of media are better experienced when going in blind. Not knowing anything about what you’re about to see. I enjoy playing things as blind as I can. This makes special moments more interesting, and the emotions when playing games can be much more riveting. Last year, however, I had my first experience of going into a game knowing too little.

Subway Midnight was released on October 28th, 2021. With a release so close to Halloween, this game was branded as a spooky puzzle game with cute visuals. Many others on social media were talking about this game leading up to its release, which is how I became aware of it. This game quickly became on my list, and I needed to play it. Sadly, I didn’t have the hardware I needed to play it, since it was exclusive to Steam then. I stayed completely away from all gameplay, videos, and reviews of the game. I wanted to go TRULY blind.

Fast forward to October 2022, and I’m playing the game exactly one year after its initial release. I’m hanging out with friends now, so we will experience this game together. It was something I was excited about, but unfortunately, it was something I struggled to connect with.

The game has a great start, introducing the setting and main character. But after this introduction, things began to slow down. There were no instructions, no line of dialogue, and worst of all, it was slow. Walking between each car took forever, with little to nothing happening. It took us almost the entire game to realize what to do, and even then we weren’t very sure.

None of this is on the game though. It had its issues but I still think it was something worth experiencing. The main issue was going into the game not knowing anything. Without any knowledge of what to expect, the reality of the game was different than what I originally thought. If I did some research beforehand and watched a few reviews, I could have been more prepared for what the game was offering.

I didn’t do the game justice with my original thoughts about the game. I was very disappointed with the game at the time, but my feelings have changed. I want to replay the game with a different mindset and environment to truly enjoy what this game has to offer. Going into a game blind can set you up with expectations that don’t fit what the game is trying to convey. So do a little digging next time you want to play something. For you, and the media.

Note: This is my first Tumblr post, so I'm not fully knowledgeable about how the site functions. Please let me know what you thought of this though!

#indie games #subway midnight #video games #gaming #no spoilers #pc games #videogames #indie game #The Downside to Playing Games Blind

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carnal-lnstinct · 3 years ago

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I feel like I’m bothering you 😂 but I definitely need some Goku x Reader 🍋/smut !

im always a slut for goku smut uwu ♥ of course im gonna indulge the handsome carrot man

Pairing: Goku x Female Reader ( Requested By @bea-winchester ) Rating: M / 18+. MINORS DNI Warning: ( explicit language, fluff, ambiguous established relationship, outdoor sex, half-clothed ) A/N: listen listen listen...I know what it seems like 👀 but technically they are all alone and technically on his own farming property. It doesn't count!

"Goku wait!"

The saiyan clutched his hands back and froze as you cried out, turning to look your way when you suddenly grasped his wrists away from the food you brought him. "What's wrong, (Y/n)? Why can't I eat it yet?" He asks. How quickly you stopped him both surprised him and left a discouraging pout on his face being denied the food he had been waiting for all afternoon.

"Your hands are all dirty." You pointed out, showing the clumps of dirt in his nails and dusty marks around his fingers from tending to the field of vegetables. There was no denying he didn't work diligently today with such healthy-looking crops and even dirtier hands to show for it. "You don't wanna be eating the dirt, too. Here, hold still just a bit longer." You instruct, taking your water bottle in one hand and using your teeth to pop it open, proceeding to pour the cool water into his palms and across his knuckles. You then used one of the cloth napkins you brought to wipe away the dirt smudges and leftover water from his rough hands. Even trying to dig the dirt out from his blunt nails.

As he watched, Goku felt a little guilty that you used your drinking water to clean him up. You must have done so much already for him today: making all this food, packing it all up and bringing it out to the fields by yourself for him so he can get a bite to eat on a quick break, and then laying out a large blanket to spread out all the food for him. And now this. You're always looking out for him like this, it seems. 'We're supposed to take care of each other' you remind him every chance you get, yet it feels like all these little things you do were more than anything he's done for you. Except for maybe saving the Earth, and the universe, all those times he stepped up. He hoped he wasn't being a burden on you when it came to things like this, but just like now you just decisively jump at the chance to help him. Goku doesn't have a specific way of showing how much he loves you like you do, he just believes you already know. But he kinda wishes he did now.

His eyes lifted from your meticulous scrubbing of his hands to the focused stare on your face, how determined you were to not leave a single bit of dirt behind. You looked like you didn't even care about wasting your water, just that his hands were dirt-free and safe to eat with. With a wooed smile on his face, he can't help but think how hopeless he would be if you didn't take care of him like this so well, love him as honestly and deeply as you do. He doesn't want to give life to the thoughts of what a mess he would be without you here with him, nor the glimpses of what that was like while he was in Other World or away training for so long. How quickly he grew to miss you and filled his mind with thoughts of you to help the time fly by. He's gotten a mouthful from others about being more responsible for himself to realize just how much he relied on your considerate and loving little acts. Maybe he can show you how much he loves you.

With a satisfied smile of your own, you patted his cleaned hands and gestured to the spread of food. "Alright, s'all yours. Have at it!" You beamed at him and his chest swelled with joy.

"Thanks, (Y/n)." Goku happily showed his gratitude with his smile. Instead of diving into the food as expected, his hands cup your face pulling you into a romantic kiss. You could have foreseen maybe a small peck on your cheek before he eagerly went in for the food but this was a much nicer show of gratitude. The way his sensual touch lingered on your lips and how he pulled your body closer to his own to lead you to lay on your back further surprised you. He switched so suddenly from wanting to eat it was a little startling, but not unwelcomed. Your pleasant voice vibrating against his lips and legs finding each side of his hips in return for his affection contradicted your hands edging his face from yours to allow yourself to speak.

"Goku, Wh—What about your food?" You asked with a fragile moan, succumbing to his lips once again as he kissed your cheek and trailed down your jaw to your neck. "You wanna do this now?" And here of all places!

"It's not goin' anywhere." He answers in a heated tone, burying his face down the opening of your shirt to kiss at your exposed cleavage. Once your hands in his hair give him permission to continue, he eagerly loosens the scarf at his neck and shakes off his jacket, then pulls at your top as well. Stretching the fabric close to its limit to expose more of your warm cleavage to kiss into.

A thought crosses your mind, instantly dispelling the worked-up enchantment on you as a more dreadful sensation bursts in your chest. "A-Are you?" You inquired with a more concerned voice, hands forcefully pushing against him to try to scoot yourself from beneath him. "Is that why you're suddenly like this? Are you planning on leaving again?"

Goku holds himself up over you with a bright-eyed blink, finding your eyes firmly searching him for signs of truth to your words. No such thing was happening, not to his knowledge anyway. Though your history together would lead you to worry about that, he realizes. His current actions align almost perfectly with the last time he had you beneath him, over seven years ago. "I'm not goin' anywhere either, (Y/n)." Ending his words with a reassuring smile and his large hand stroking your cheek. "I promise." The Saiyan sits back on his heels and rubs at the back of his neck somewhat ashamed at coming on you so hard like that. "Sorry... I felt lucky to have someone as great as you are, is all. Caring about me the way you do. I didn't mean to get carried away, just wanted thanking you for all you do for me to be a bit special." He tittered with a flush of pink in his cheeks.

Oh, Goku.

And it has been some time since the last you were alone like this to express that side of your bond to each other. Now you felt just as embarrassed for worrying like that. But it gave light to some things you never really got to address between you, unsettled, painful feelings and a lot of words left unsaid in favor of the here and now where everything was normal again. Certainly you could just... savor his sincere truth and allow this "normal" reality to go on for a little longer.

You sit yourself up enough to lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his exposed neck. "No...I'm sorry." Drawing yourself closer, you lifted your lips to his ear and softly urged him. "I want you to, Goku. Please?" A trail of your sultry kisses planted across his cheek to his lips. "Please..."

A request like that couldn't be ignored, and of course he wasn't going to deny you satisfaction if he wanted it, too. Goku leans contentedly into your embrace as you pulled him back on top of you, deepening your kiss with his weight pressing down on you. He continued from where he left off, only this time shoving your top to your chin to expose your breasts to the elements around you. Both his hands filled with each cup and kneaded the supple skin against his rough palms.

Goku wasted no time inciting pleasure through your entire body starting with your breasts. It didn't take long before his mouth tended to each erect nipple. He consciously tugged one between his lips the more you writhed then did the same to the other to undo you more. He relished the sound of your voice breaking through your restraint to keep it inside. Even out like this, you were all alone. Nothing but the trees, the grass, and the sun to hear your whines. No need to keep quiet.

You felt some relief from the heat inside you when he lifted from your chest and pulled your bottoms down to your knees only to push your legs to your chest and lick at your freshly wet and exposed slit. He wetted you up further using his tongue to teasingly curls around your clit and spread what leaked out from you with more earnest laps between your folds, finally getting that shameless moan from you as you arched your spine. You tried your best not to pull too much on the blanket beneath you lest you knock over the assortment of food beside you, grasping for whatever sturdy thing your hand could find that would allow you to move your hips against his mouth for more.

Before you knew it, your half-dressed legs were draped over his shoulder and his freed cock sank into you making your breath hitch, pushing through the eager flutter of your inner walls already squeezing around him. You're tighter than he remembers, but it's so good—Goku wraps a bare arm around your legs to secure them against his chest and shoulder while his other hand lifted your hips just enough to better accept his size. These slow rolls of his hips met with the impatient jerk of your own wasn't good for your adjustment, but you were so ready to feel your heat burst around him. His name leaving your lips with such urgency collapsed his restraint, the saiyan leaning forward into you and thrusting his hips against your needy pace.

Goku licks his lips as your body starts to bounce off his own with more vigorous thrusts, watching the way your breasts spring from the momentum. His hand pulls you into each jerk of his own hips making you tremble at how easy his cock knocked at your deepest part. He lets go of you just long enough to make quick work of one of your shoes so he could slide one of your legs free from your bottoms, taking in the beautiful sight of you from your gaping, gasping mouth down to where your body swallowed his cock with your legs spread apart.

You couldn't have been more exposed to your surroundings, but it only further excited you with him. The enthusiasm behind his hips pounding into yours carried your voice across the fields surrounding you, Goku's own heated moans tailing yours in volume. He eventually crawls forward to lie on top of you and holds you so close, burying his face into your neck and leaving you breathless with his uneven thrusts.

"I-I love you so much, (Y/n)." He panted against your skin. With a grateful smile, you secure your arms around him in return, your fingers gripping at his black tank top and spread legs rocking around him.

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Heya my friendo. I can't help myself. I'm thirsty for Goku ss4. Remember that one particular tiktok post "I'll let you have sex with me".... That's the one. What do you think? Can I have a oneshot based on that?

Love your works❤️

I'm not good on requests, sorry if I messed 😅

this should have been the easiest and quickest fic to write, all the parts were there but nope, goku muse had to run wild and do whatever he wanted now it’s days later and 5k words long. but it was worth it for you friendo! hope you enjoy that I made it extra special for our beautiful furry himbo♥

Pairing: Goku (SS4) x Female Reader ( Requested by @blue-wristbands ) Insp. Word Count: 5,600 Rating: Mature / 18+. Minors DNI Warning: ( canon divergent: end of z - end of gt timeline, established relationship, reader is mother of Gohan and Goten, implied RadChi, domestic fluff, explicit language, play wrestling, birthday sex, rough oral - male receiving, oral - female receiving ) A/N: Happy Birthday Goku! (4/16).

original image posted by megaman2

Goku's training with Vegeta in the hyperbolic time chamber helped to blossom the Super Saiyan 4 form, even awakening a new height of awareness within himself that came with fulfilling true control of his inner Great Ape power. Bridging the gap between the primal inner beast and the revered Super Saiyan of legend, and bringing in an era of peace for the world they live with its unmatched strength.

While the thought of one day wielding this form to its true potential excited him, Goku honestly relished these peaceful times more which allows him the opportunity to become accustomed to this ascended nature before running wild, a chance he rarely gets since obtaining Super Saiyan 3. Rest was just as important in training, however. He almost felt out of place being home so much and sitting still for so long, but being with you and your family together does well to change his mind. He is once again able to enjoy his simple pleasures and just be a father, a grandfather, and a husband. The latter most of all.

Above all that he enjoyed in this restful period was this acquired fixation on you, perhaps guided by his new perceptive saiyan ability and frankly the way you welcomed him home when he returned from his training as a Super Saiyan 4. Your reunion evoked pleasure so raw it made his blood run hot and put all his prior years of making love to you to shame.

You have been apart before, longer than a day or even a whole year, but he can't quite put a reason behind this desire to indulge your body beyond simply loving you as he always had from a new perspective. Even tempted by the modest of actions on your part following your encounter. Goku just found himself genuinely drawn to you more than ever. His affection for you had become noticeably more frequent, not that you complained about your husband being so attentive towards you. It was quite the selfish act on his part, the saiyan trying to hold onto the lucid memory of being wrapped around you with gentle touches to your cheek and brushes of his tail at your waist. Longing for the shrouded side of you reserved only for him and now his awakened state. He lingers on the taste of your kiss that made his heart start to race where he felt the most relaxed under your hands. The aroma of your skin, in your aura, compelling him to leave no space in between you. Until he could only utter your name. Beseeching you for the hot pleasure spilling over from his body and fogging his mind to the world, leaving you as the clearest visage he could fathom.

But at that time, he recalls, you both had to force it down and quickly hide it away.

Goku could feel his Great Ape power heating in his veins with anticipation, hiding his incomplete satisfaction in the decorum of your youngest son’s presence when he finally came home, Goten awed by the new powerful form of his father. Goku could mask his frustration, but you couldn’t. Not after he undone your composure to bare impulse and left his heat inside you. Despite your best efforts, your face was flushed and body engulfed in the same crimson aura as your husband to the trained eye. Goten was many things, but he wasn’t a fool. The entire living room smelled of his dad’s trained form and it was all over you, too. The young adult didn’t have to know what the aura meant to guess what went on before he got home, just relieved that his parents were able to make themselves decent before he came in. Shocked you guys even still do that.

But Goku’s anticipation for you continued, the red saiyan’s hidden frustrations growing further impatient into the night having to wait to have you again. Waiting until the darkest period of night rolled around, waiting for your son to put his phone down long enough to fill his room with snores of a deep slumber.

And it felt endless, the pleasure you and Goku drew out from each other once again. There was so much of his beastly scent wrapped up around you still, and leftovers of his powerful ki absorbed in you. Your initial taste and recovery from his invasive, primal ki was for not as it found you again. Wearing his very desires like a veil. How could one tell where you ended and he began when you were tangled around each other throughout the night like that? You were exhausted by the time the sun rose. An understatement really, you exerted yourself with energy you didn’t know you had to keep up with him. But while the lustful energy did fade, it felt like days before his scent dispersed. A long bath and heavily scented soaps and oils could remove him from your skin, but he could still pick up his scent on you coming through much more than any of your perfumes.

Once it wanes and your natural scent starts to pierce through, however, Goku came to learn that's when he has to have you the most. Not even his base form could keep away the urge to “fix” your scent again. Despite not being transformed into a super saiyan 4 at all now, Goku could feel inklings of that whispering need filling his senses again and it truthfully lead to the affectionate gestures he was displaying with you now. Behind his bright eyes, there was a restlessness in the form of a beast climbing its way to the surface, seeking you to pacify it. When it did take hold, when he slowly slipped into its call, he became acutely aware of your presence around him more than ever.

Even now, when you believe you have him caught off guard and quietly prowling on your toes toward him. He feels your energy, his nostrils flare at your scent, and the tip of his tail coils with contentment and alertness. But he plays along, today was a special occasion and he knew whatever you were bringing his way was going to work in his favor. You were alone again. He surrenders to your "surprise attack" as the oblivious prey when you dive into his back and wrap your arms around him to drag him from the bed. It was an ungraceful tumble taking the blankets with you, but you both shared a cheery laugh where you fell onto the floor. You roughly messed his wild hair and sit upon his partially covered torso pinning one of his hands down.

"What's this? You're getting a little past your prime, ‘old man!’ If I can take you down that easy, this house is going to have a new martial arts champion."

"Yeah right. More like the champion of cheap shots!" The Saiyan sparks another laugh, taking your wrist in his free hand in spite of your playful swatting as he shook his other arm free from you.

It's then you find yourself at a true disadvantage when the long tail whipped around one of your wrists and held it back, allowing Goku enough time to adjust himself beneath you and lead with a pounce of his own. With his arm around your waist to carry you, you are rolled over and quickly find yourself on your back beneath him. Your legs are all tangled with his and both your hands are fighting for control with your fingers now interlocked with his. Furthering your downfall was just your inability to stop from laughing at each other. By no means would a saiyan be struggling against a human, there was just so much fun in your lively efforts he had to give you a chance for your best. Testing your vigor was necessary.

"That all ya got?"

"As if I'd show you all my tricks!" You taunted, sliding your legs free and throwing yourself up, using your momentum to roll him back over, however finding yourself right back on your back. Both your hands are pinned flat against the ground and your legs helplessly spread on each side of his body with his weight bearing down on you. Goku lets out a smug snort as he smirks knowingly at you, taunting you with his tail swaying back and forth above you both. You attempt to push back again but your strongest effort got you nowhere, not even a wiggle. With a sigh and a conceding, softer laugh you roll your eyes at him.

“Fine. I’ll let you win this time since it’s your birthday.” You lift your head up enough to nuzzle your nose against his, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips. “I won’t go so easy on ya next time.”

Goku grins from your affection. “Suits me just fine. I’ll take you on any time.” His nostrils faintly flare and his hands squeeze yours slightly at the scent of you so close, your true scent filling his nose.

“Did you think about what you wanted?” Your voice reeled him back from his shift in focus and he blinks a few times thoughtfully.

You presented him with the task of thinking about what he’d like for his Birthday for a change and it has kept his thoughts preoccupied the last few days alongside those...urges. Hardly ever is the saiyan presented with a simple question about his own desires that couldn't immediately be solved by an equally simple answer, only this time you wouldn't take a "same ol, same ol'" as a satisfying response. If only you would just let him ask for a banquet of food or to allow him to go train in Other World and be done with it.

How could he decide anything with your scent still flooding his nose and your body embracing him right now, practically bound beneath him. Building up that primal energy throughout his body. His dark eyes pan your face, stopping on your lips. He does at least want those. One of your hands is released when he pulls it back to trace his thumb along your lower lip. Rather than answering you right away, Goku leans down and places a slow, tender kiss to your lips. Just enough to feel their warmth on his, not letting the contact linger too long as he lifts away with a deep inhale through his nose. He closes his eyes to let the sensation wash over him, looking down into yours when he reopens them.

Your eyes flutter back open, watching him for his next move. "...Is that all you want?" You softly encourage for more with a bite of your lip. You can’t help but notice the way the lump in his throat bobbed and how his lips parted slightly as if to speak only for wordless sighs to fall out instead. The way his hold was clinging to your pinned hand affirmed your suspicions.

You lean up slightly towards him, tilting your head to offer your lips again and Goku leans in to meet you with a hard kiss. His chest brushes down onto you and his hips press into you, each slight break in your kiss coming back deeper. Parting your mouth wider where your tongue touched his lip and you rolled your own body against him, tightening your legs around his waist. You felt so good to him, your tongue on his tasted even better than the last time. His entire body pulsed with energy, heating up over you and he suddenly snaps back from your kiss with a shudder of a breath. You look up in time to see the yellow color fill the irises of his eyes and the flash of red around his eyelids when another pulse waves across his form. Goku’s chest felt like it was expanding with each husky breath he gave over you. You’re right where he wants you to be, but no good would come from being overexcited about this. He attempted to pull himself back just enough to compose his control but your free hand strokes his cheek, stilling his breath as he looks down at you.

“Change.” You breathlessly coax him. “It’s okay... If you want to be in that form, I’ll let you have sex with me.” You end your words with another bite on your lip and a kittenish smile. You’re far from intimidated by that red-furred transformation despite the number it did on you, but it left quite the impression on your own temptation. Maybe you're more excited by the idea of your words than he was. The closeness you felt with him as a super saiyan 4 sort of refreshed your desires for him, reigniting that old spark that pulled you to him in the first place. And there was no denying how roguishly handsome he was in that form.

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Since it appears as if you are taking requests, could I please have Broly with a human!reader who sees him in his Legendary Super Saiyan form, only to try to calm him and assure him that they're not scared of him? Please??

you come into my house and choose violence against my heart. I respect that ♥ this probably turned out waaaayyy more dramatic than you must have meant but it's what came to me with this concept. may years of watching lnukaq not let me down! now i can't stop thinking about how broly and inuyasha are alike, like they both basically had subjugation necklaces, temper tantrums, and had one being from their past they cherished until a bad thing traumatized them. I have not known a night of peace since putting that together.

Pairing: Broly (DBS) x Female Human Reader Rating: E ( everyone ) Warning: ( canon-typical violence, established relationship )

The howl that filled the skies caused the lands to quiver below, everything in the surrounding area darkened in contrast to the presence of gold and green power rising over the horizon in a pillar of light. The explosive force erratically tore up the crust of the Earth and knocked you off your balance as it crumbled under your feet, unable to withstand the shockwaves of a stray blast burrowing down and making the ground less stable. You quickly moved from the area, abandoning your car before the ground swallowed you up with it, doing your best to dodge the others falling randomly around you.

The blasts look so familiar and the thought unsettled you to the suspected origins. The Earth had enough fighters capable of this sort of destruction, but none that would actively do so these days. Aside from the God of Destruction himself, there was only one other who carried a power this overwhelming and frightening. Your heart raced as you ran towards the pillar of light, the image alone filling your mind with the worst possible situations the further away it felt with the ground crumbling around you even from here, making your trek more tedious and your heart more anxious. The light vanishes, but the darkness of the surroundings remains. It felt too quiet now, only as you drew closer to the would-be battlefield did the chaotic sounds of a harsh conflict start to find you with flashes of the golden-green and blue guiding you in the right direction. Another frenzied howl echoed across the sky and sent a shiver down your spine when you recognized the voice.

Goku and Broly never trained on Earth before. You don't really know what prompted them to do so today, but even an innocent idea like that couldn't have led to this outcome. You would imagine they would be more careful, but somehow you knew something went very wrong this time. You knew Broly was the one behind this.

You were able to look up in time to catch glimpses of your other warrior friends closing in on the area as well. They flew by without noticing you below and that made you more afraid.

What were they going to do to him? What if they hurt him? All the time he spent with you felt like it was disappearing in your worries, driving you to keep moving in closer, faster. Even in the worst-case scenario your brain could conjure up, you wouldn't let anyone bring him harm. Surely this situation couldn't be intentional, not for the Broly you had gotten to know. All you could do was think of him, worry for him, hoping to get to him in time to help somehow. Whatever a simple human like yourself could do against a power like this, the smart thing to do was to leave this to the others but your heart won't let you. You would only feel more awful for not trying to do something.

It felt like you had been climbing over the debris forever before you could finally see what became of the battlefield. Your eyes could barely track the bodies of light zipping around above, the speed at which the more white and golds were knocked away where the golden-green and blues seemed to run circles around each other until the others returned was inhuman. It appeared they were all trying to overpower him, earthlings, super saiyans, and namekian alike, and they were failing at every turn. As your eyes tried to follow, your feet slowly carried you onward before picking up into a run to become visible. It was then you felt both your arms grabbed and tugged back, forcibly being held back from approaching any further. You look at each side finding the youngest super saiyans Trunks and Goten pulling on each of your arms, informing you of Piccolo and Goku's orders to remove you from this place as it had become too dangerous for even them.

You immediately struggled, attempting to pull yourself free from them and insisting on staying. You were not leaving until you got to talk to Broly about this. It was then a heavy green light warped over everything as far as your eyes could see, condensing into a single ball of energy where Broly hovered in the sky and both boys started to panic at the way the larger saiyan aimed it towards his current downed target, Gohan.

"Broly, stop!" You cried out at the top of your lungs, your voice carried up into the sky. Everyone stilled, even Broly. He peered down over his shoulder where you stood with the two younger saiyans and a low growl rumbled in his throat before he dashed down with the ki blast in hand, ready to fire. Vegeta donning his Super Saiyan Blue attempted to intervene only to be cast off by the awaiting blast, and Goten and Trunks started to pull on you with more force, lifting you from the ground against your will. The powerful momentum of Broly's landing blew you all back however, knocking you all to the ground with the two boys cushioning your fall. You recover quick enough to take in the menacing sight before you, feeling the heat of his power resonating through the distance between you.

It was a shocking display, leaving you stunned in your observation. The imposing size of this man seemed to tower you even with such a gap between you and the angry expression of vacant white eyes was just as terrifying. All bathed in a glow of the golden-green flame around him. "What...happened to you...?" Your voiceless words left your quivering lips. This couldn't be Broly, but your eyes could not deny the prominent scars across his exposed torso nor the distinguishing pelt still tied around his waist. And the scream he let out to the skies with his power building up once again, vibrating the ground until it shattered beneath his feet and the shockwaves darting around you causing you cry out with fear. You tried to shield your face from the increased heat and pressure pushing against you.

You couldn't see what his next move would have been, but you look up in time finding the Blue Goku holding back Broly's large fist and the ground beneath shaking again under their opposing might. Piccolo quickly snatches you by your arm to remove you but is ultimately knocked away by a flung Goku and the two clear a bit of distance. Leaving you standing alone in the wake of the Legendary Super Saiyan. His footsteps rattle the ground as he moved in towards you, heaving with vigor to continue fighting. It appeared to just be you and him until Goten and Trunks jumped in for a final time, both of their powerful fists simultaneously colliding with Broly's face, and yet he did not flinch an inch at their combined effort. He quickly swatted them both with a single swing of his arm, sending them flying off.

"Broly!" You call out to him, his menacing leer snapping back to you with the same savage look he gave the others and you stepped back a little. "I-It's me. It's (y/n)!... Don't you recognize me?" Pushing through all instincts to run away, you tried to calm your breathing and clenched your fists. You forced a smile through your terror and took a step closer to him, stopped only by the sudden growl. "Hey, it's me." You announced more calmly, taking another step closer. "Y-you must be so afraid right now. It's okay." As you raised a cautious hand out to him, you see him bare his teeth. His own fists clench and he expels more power knocking you off your feet and sending you rolling across the ground. The heat of it was unbearable. But you find a means to climb back up to your feet. Catching your breath, you start to walk toward him again.

"I'm not leaving you!" You shout over to him. "I'm...I'm not afraid!" For whatever holding his attention would mean for you, you can't stop trying for him. Behind this monstrous power was someone you cherished tremendously and you couldn't fathom not trying to help him through this with your own strength. "I'm here, Broly! I'm here for you. It's okay." You can't make out the movement of his eyes, but the way his head tilted down as he watched you gave you hope. "Remember, please. This doesn't control you." Finding yourself once again close enough, you lift your hand more slowly reaching out to him. Broly in his rigid posture lifts a foot, taking a step back. The seething look on his face started to recede and the tension of his clenched jaw gave way.

"S-Stay!" The guttural sound of his voice warned you, then pleaded back to you. "Stay...back!" He retreated in a few more steps, but you pursued forward. The fighters around you are astonished by the display, keeping their distance to watch but close enough to jump in to save you if needed. Yet it didn't seem like Broly wanted to hurt you. He's responding to you and he's backing down, something they couldn't get him to do before everything got out of hand.

"I won't." You stated. "Not until... I know you're okay."

Broly's heavy breath hitched with surprise at you. His fists shook in their tight clench before he relaxed his hands. His head lowers, filling his hands with his own hair and face, gripping his head as he growled with pain. His aura fluctuated between sharp and erratic beats and smoother flowing pulses before he shook the earth for a final time dropping to his knees and doubling over. Through the overwhelming power trying to maintain a hold over the reigns of his body, he forces it down with his willpower. To his aid, he feels himself being embraced. Your arms wrapped around his head and pulled into your trembling body. "You can do it, Broly. I know you can." Your sobs fell to his ears as you pressed your face into the wild golden hair. A comforting warmth bloomed in his chest making his heart skip. The power withdrew.

With a deep sigh, his tense muscles relaxed and he seemed to shrink down in your hold to normal size. His hands slipped free of you and collapsed to the ground as he pressed his face alone into your hold. His hair fell back into its natural dark pattern which you quickly took notice of. You pull back a little to see his tired dark eyes looking back up at you. A relieved smile fills your teary face and you fall to your knees as well, pulling his head over your shoulder to embrace him tighter.

"I was so worried for you."

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My #1 post of 2022

Thank you for writing for the dbz fandom 😍 there is never enough content for them. I also so that requests are open, may I make one? May I request headconons of some of the dbz characters (I don't know who to pick because I like them all ☺ or your choice) that pine for the reader or have a huge crush on the reader who is oblivious?

I'm happy to be here for it! Very true, there is never enough!

Thank you for the request! I'll do my personal top 3 for this one, then. ♥ But feel free to ask again if you come up with someone specific you want from the listed characters I write for.

Crushing/Pining Character(s) x Oblivious Female Reader Pairing: Goku x Reader | Broly (DBS) x Reader | Vegito x Reader Rating: T Warning: ( slightly suggestive )

Goku -

In Goku's defense, he probably was pretty open about liking you with a display of confidence and his charming smile lingering on every word. But the issue is he more than likely confessed to having feelings for you as he would openly admit to liking anything.

So it's not completely your fault his specific brand of attention and friendliness to you feels like he's just being his natural self. You don't read too much into him putting his arm over your shoulder, offering to help you with chores he hates to do, sharing a bed if he sleeps over sometimes, and especially how often he compliments your cooking. He does those things with his other friends, too.

You just happen to miss the way his eyes warm when he stares at you and how often he actually holds your hand.

You guys could share a bath in a hot spring together and it feels like the most casual thing you could do. You settle in your clingy towel and let the heated waters relax you and it's literally the first time you looked vulnerable to him.

He feels strange about it, his whole body does, tensing up when he should be in the same relaxed state as you by now. So Goku opts to move away from you, releasing your held hand and prompting you to catch him by the towel before he got away to question where he was going.

He doesn't really have an answer to that and it would be rude to straight-up say he needs to get away from you. You standing up in your wet towel and folding your arms under your chest putting your cleavage on display didn't help.

You were always cute to him but this was different! Now his heart is racing and he can feel a change in his body. Maybe it's okay he feels that way if he said he liked you before? Goku finds a means to fumble through his explanation of how being in the water with you like this makes him feel different, hopeful you could help him feel less weird.

You nod, understanding, then proceed to point to the other hot spring pool. Clearly, the water in this one is off and messing with him, you suggest moving to the other one for a better experience.

How does it feel to out-Goku Goku?

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Deal is a Deal

Tate and you decide to try something new sexually.

Pairing - Tate Langdon x Fem!reader

Words - 1.8k

Warnings - Smut, ice play, fingering (fem receiving), slapping, mirror kink (?), internet humiliation, shit like that

Requested by anon: I just want a rough Tate Langdon smut. I just want him to choke me and finger me and then fuck me hard with his hand around throat. I love your writings so much! I hope you are doing well!

Stepping out of the shower, you dry off your skin before wrapping your towel around your body and head into your bedroom.

Tate leans back on your bed, his eyes set on your phone as he scrolls through it. He said he had never owned a phone and you found it odd. It was 2021 and he never had a cellphone?

Ignoring him, you walk over to your dresser and grab out some clothes to put on. “Do girls like rough sex?” he asks randomly, clearly having found your Twitter account. You glance over your shoulder at him, an amused smile on your lips.

“I mean, yeah. I do, at least,” you reply.

“Like, being slapped and choked and shit?” he asks further, shutting off your phone and sitting up in your bed. You chuckle, his questions awfully funny.

“I guess,” you answer. He smiles, humming shortly to himself. “Well then…” he leads off, standing from the bed and walking to where you stand. He grabs your towel and pulls it from your body, leaving you naked. “Let’s try something new,”

You smile, his devilish smirk making you excited already. “Safeword?” you ask first, making sure there was one established. He thinks for a second. “Avalanche?” he replies. You nod. “If I say ‘Avalanche’, you stop immediately,” you say.

“Sounds good to me,” he comments. “Get on the bed,”

Nodding obediently, you get onto your bed. He grabs one of your scarves from your vanity and gets on top of you. He grabs your wrists and ties them together with the scarf before securing them on your headboard.

Stepping back to admire his work, he smirks as he sees you tied up and completely naked. He pulls off his own shirt, revealing his lightly toned body.

“Be right back. Down move,” he adds on condescendingly. He exits the room, leaving you naked and tied to the bed while he did whatever he had left for. After a few moments, Tate returns with a cup and a bandana.

“What’s that for?” you ask, seeing him set the two objects down on your nightstand. From what you say, the cup had nothing in it.

“No talking. You talk, I get to slap you. The same goes with moaning,” he quickly instructs, his newfound dominance taking you by surprise. Using the bandana, he leans over you and lifts your head up.

Staying completely still and silent, you let Tate tie the bandana over your eyes like a blindfold. Now, unable to see anything but darkness, you squirm on the bed.

You hear a shuffling like ice in an empty glass as Tate sits beside you on the bed by your legs. Your entire body jolts when you feel an ice cube being placed on your stomach. “Fuck,” you hiss through your teeth.

Quickly noticing your mess up, he slaps your face with medium force before you could do anything.

Keeping quiet, you bite on your inner cheek. “Better,” Tate comments, pleased with your silence after he had slapped you. He goes back to the ice cube and slowly runs it up your body, the cold stinging your skin.

The small, slowly melting ice cube slowly creeps up to your chest, rolling over your breasts and leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

Your breathing picks up, as does your arousal. Tate circles the ice cube around your nipple before moving to the other. “You’re doing such a good job,” he comments lowly, his free hand resting on your thigh so his fingers were teasingly close to your core.

He continues his teasing, your hands balled into fists as you try your hardest to not make any noise. Tate places the mostly melted ice cube in your mouth, allowing you to suck on it as he grabs a fresh ice cube.

This time, he trails the ice cube downwards. Your body tenses as he parts your legs from your thighs, spreading your legs open shamelessly. Tate brings the ice cube down to your thighs, running it in circles on both of your thighs.

After a few more moments of taking joy in how you thrash, Tate moves the ice cube to your cunt. A sharp inhale leaves your lips accidentally, only earning another slap to the same cheek on your face.

The pain sent shockwaves through your body, this slap being harder than the previous one. “No noise,” he says simply.

Trailing the freezing cold and slowly melting ice cube through your pussy, he focuses on rubbing your clit with it. Your body tenses yet again, a signal to Tate that you enjoyed it. After all, you hadn’t said “Avalanche” yet.

He chuckles at your apparent eagerness, more than turned on by how you reacted to the ice cube on your wet pussy. “You want more?” he asks, a subtle patronizing tone in his voice. You nod, still unsure if you should speak.

“You’re gonna have to use your words. I don’t understand pathetic gestures,” Tate teases.

“Yes, I want more,” you speak, glad he was allowing you to speak. But it was apparently a trap, given he slapped you again. This time on the left side of your face instead of the right. Maybe now the pain would be even on both sides.

“Come on, baby,” he says, no longer sitting on the bed. “I expected you to not give into my lies,”

Staying silent this time, he hums in satisfaction. “Better,” he approves. He grabs something else off of the nightstand, enhancing your nerves even more. Being tied up left you defenseless. Unable to protest anything Tate did.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, only making your breathing intensify. After a bit, you heard the sound of a camera shutter clicking.

You immediately knew what he was doing.

After the camera clicked a few more times, he stopped and removed your blindfold. “Now, be a good girl for me. Or…” he trails off, showing you your phone screen. On the screen, a tweet was open ready to be sent.

The tweet consisted of two pictures; both of your naked and tied up body. “I’ll be sending this out,” he finishes his sentence. You look at him, seeing that he wasn’t kidding. “Nod if you understand,”

You nod frantically, swallowing thickly. He smirks, setting your phone down on the nightstand before moving his attention to the scarf that kept your wrists bundled together.

He unties you from the headboard but keeps reties your wrists behind your back this time. He sits on the bed behind you, pulling you into his body so that you were resting with your back flush to his bare chest.

Tate points loosely at the body mirror in front of you guys, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Watch yourself as I touch you,” he instructs, pressing a kiss to your cheek as your eyes meet in the mirror.

Trailing his hand down your body, his hand reaches your pussy. Keeping your eyes on your own reflection in the mirror, you fall back into his body as he runs his finger over your clit.

Your entire body jolts, but you manage to keep silent due to his instruction and ultimatums of slapping you if you misbehave. Without warning, he pushes two fingers into your cunt. Your fingernails dig into your palms, your hands pressed into Tate’s hip as they remained tied.

Subtly, you try and pull your hips back due to the pain of his sudden intrusion. “That little move counts as misbehaving,” he says, his lips grazing your ears as he whispers.

Your eyes jump onto his in the mirror, giving him a brief nod as you returned to your prior position where your hips were relaxed. He starts moving his fingers inside of you, causing you to slam your eyes shut so you wouldn’t moan.

“Open,” he instructs vaguely, his free hand coming up to wrap roughly around your neck. You open your eyes, looking at your disheveled reflection in the mirror.

Moving his fingers quicker, he prods at your g-spot while mixing both a “come here” motion and moving his fingers in and out of you. You shake in his arms, your head resting on his shoulders as you watch yourself in the mirror.

“Look at you, being so good,” he praises, his dark eyes falling onto yours in the mirror. Your fingers manage to grip the waistband of his pants even if your hands were tied up. He chuckles at the minor movement. “Such a good little slut,”

Tears form in your eyes, unable to handle the pleasure that plowed over you in these intense waves.

You were inches from cumming when Tate slowed his movements. “Did I say you could finish?” he asks, the question clearly rhetorical due to his prior instructions. “No. I didn’t. So that means you don’t,”

With a submissive nod, you relax even further into his arms as his fingers move to your clit. His free hand stays secure around your neck, squeezing the sides with enough force to make your breathing go rugged.

Rubbing circles on your clit, he takes pleasure in the way you thrive pathetically in his arms. He had never done anything quite like this and he enjoyed it. Maybe not as much as doing other things, but it was rather fun.

“You have to ask to cum. So, that means to cum, you have to be slapped,”

Internally, you groan at his words. Continuing to hold out on your orgasm, you try and delay it best you can. That was until he pushed his fingers back into you and used his thumb to continue and rub your clit.

Giving up, you whimper. “Can I cum?” you ask, your voice breaking as you speak. The hand on your neck briefly lets go and slaps you. Hard. “Yes, you may,” Tate replies, his hand returning to choke you.

Your legs quiver as your orgasm ripples over you. “Fuck!” you cry out, only earning you another slap. You didn’t care anymore, though.

Tate fingers you through your orgasm, watching you shake in the mirror with great pleasure. Overstimulated, you wanted nothing more than to get him to leave your hypersensitive cunt alone.

But you still refused to say “Avalanche”.

Panting, you feel his fingers slow down inside of you until he had completely stopped your movement. He watches you in the mirror for a second before moving from behind you.

You lay back on the bed, your eyes meeting him as he stands beside the bed, your phone in his hand. He clicks a button and you heard a ‘swoosh’ sound affect. Tate looks down at your defenseless look and grins.

“Sent,”

“No!” you try and protest, but you were still tied and over all, truly defenseless.

He shrugs, tossing your phone on the dresser carelessly as if it wouldn’t break. “A deal is a deal, baby,”

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