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[bardof-avon]

christian borle and his undying hatred for tiny talking objects

[mochineesan]

Headcanon that you, yes, YOU (better known as MC) are the reason Mateo loves animals so much. Hear me out.

Btw I call MC "Red", but there are no really other pronouns than "You"

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Mateo had been recently bougth. He was young and new and didn't know much about the world. He wasn't even sure what he wanted to do, Even though his job was to keep his owner warm. The other objects had jobs and occupations, and well, he felt a bit left behind without having a purpose other than being just a blanket. He talked to Koa a lot, since you used to leave him folded on top of the couch. Koa advised him to take it easy. But still...

And one day, one of those days where the sky turned gray and they could hear thunder and lightning in the house, you came running, even leaving the front door wide open (something that Dorian didn't like at all). You ran up the stairs quickly, and Mateo heard Curt and Rod muttering about why you seemed so agitated. Soon you ran down the stairs with a box and ran into the living room, straight to the couch. You took the blanket and carefully placed it in the box. Mateo's curious eyes never left you as you arranged the blanket, as if you were trying to make a makeshift bed.

Another bolt of lightning sounded in the distance. You gasped in surprise. "It's going to start raining soon", thought Mateo. You grabbed the box and ran out the door again, forcing Mateo to follow you out the door since he was the only blanket in the house. (At least this time you didn't leave the door wide open.)

You and Mateo returned minutes later, the first drops of the storm falling on both of you. You were panting, your cheeks red from running so hard. Mateo tried hard to keep up with you; he doesn't remember ever running like that. But now he was even more curious about what you were doing. You opened the door and this time locked it completely. You leaned against it when you were finally inside.

From inside the box, on top of the blanket, small demanding meows could be heard piling up in the silence of the house. Mateo looked at the box, six little kittens were crying and failing to stand up properly on their paws. They were so small, fragile, and adorable. You reached into the box and gently stroked each of their tiny heads.

Mateo Manta fell in love at that moment

It was well known around the house that you had a huge heart. Apologizing to things when you accidentally knocked them over was already a sign of that. Most objects weren't surprised that you rescued a litter of kittens from the rain. But Mateo? Oh, he was incredibly fascinated. He had never seen real kittens. He remembers seeing blankets with different cute animal prints, but he had never seen real ones. Now he had six little babies sleeping comfortably on his lap when you left the box on the couch to look for your phone. As expected, you called your best friend, although Mateo was too busy looking at the kittens to pay attention to your conversation

"Pick up, pick up, pick up" You walked in circles around the kitchen entrance.

"Heeeey, what's up Red?"

"Sam! Sam, you're not gonna believe this"

"You cleaned your room finnaly?"

"Sam!"

"I'm just joking Red, now tell me, what happened?"

"I found a bunch of kittens on the corner of my street!!! I brought them home, it was about to rain. I looked everywhere but I didn't find any momma cats :("

"*gasp*:0"

"The thing is, I can't keep them... There are six kittens, they're only about a week old? I don't think I can take care of them for more than a few more weeks."

"I understand babe, give me about 4 or 5 weeks, I think I can tell someone to pick them up"

"You're saving my life, Sammie."

"Anything for those kittens. Oh, and for my best friend. You better send me a picture."

"I'll text you later, okay? Byeeee"

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And for exactly 4 weeks and 3 days (according to Timothy, who actually loved the kittens very much too) The six kittens lived in the house, using Mateo as a soft bed. And Mateo loved every second. You left the kittens at the office, deciding it was the perfect place for them to be safe and comfortable. The people at the office loved them too! By the third week there, The kittens started walking around the room. Dasha didn't really like the little kittens' claws on her wood, though. Or Penelope being chased by them while playing. They scratched Charemi a bit, and one of them once fell into Jerry's drawer. But they couldn't lie, they were all totally adorable and they couldn't get mad at them often.

Probably any object in Mateo's place wouldn't be as happy as he was to be the one with the kittens the most. And for that reason they decided not to tell him that having the kittens on him hadn't left him smelling very good.Mateo didn't seem to notice. He was more focused on the kittens and how fast they were growing. He even named them! Three female kittens and three male kittens. They were so adorable and perfect.

This last time, Mateo listened to the call you had with your best friend. It turns out she knew the owner of an animal shelter. And after weeks of caring for those little ones,w aking up in the middle of the night to make sure they ate (you'd have to buy a new syringe, but it was worth it) the next day they would come for them and get them good homes. Phonecia mentioned that she now had a bunch of pictures of the adorable cats in her gallery.

The next day was the day. The kittens would be gone, and Mateo with them. Because you and he thought the owner of the animal shelter would take the cats in the box you had kept them in.

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"I guess I'll buy another blanket," you mumbled as you walked down the stairs with the box of kittens in your arms. The shelter car was already outside. "It was a pretty good blanket, though..."

You opened the door, and there stood the owner of the shelter. Brown skin, white-streaked hair, and comfortable, loose clothing. Mateo thought he looked like someone, but he didn't know who exactly.

"Sam's friend, right? I'm here to take the kittens."

"Yes! Here they are." You handed the box to him, some kittens meowed excitedly.

"Okay, come on," he knelt, placing a pet carrier on the floor. "Let's get them here."

"Oh wait, I though... Never mind"

And then you helped the owner of the shelter (Matías, as he introduced himself) to put the kittens in the carrier. Mateo, perhaps with tears in his eyes, said goodbye to each kitten one by one until Matías took them away in his car. You sighed as you entered the house again, the box still in your hands.

"It was the best, wasn't it?. I don't think I could take care of them properly, I can barely handle myself." You chuckled. You placed the box on the table by the entrance and pulled the blanket out. "I better wash you now or I'll forget, and I need to get that smell off you," you said, laughing a little and looking at the blanket. "God, those kittens were adorable. But I definitely won't miss that smell." Mateo sighed and followed you to the Laundry. He wasn't going to miss the smell either.

Mateo started walking around the house after that; he needed some distraction. He misses the kittens a lot. Maybe that's what he wanted to do, take care of animals!

Then, a couple weeksater, he found it, the first inanimal he'd ever seen in his life. Hiding in the bedroom closet, scared and so small. Just like you found those kittens, he couldn't leave it there.

Mateo decided that was what he would do. It turned out that Celia had informed him about a problem with Inanimals around the house without an owner, and that it was impossible to leave it like that. And now Mateo had a purpose. He helped and protected the inanimals in the house. Koa was very happy for him.

Mateo smiles and thanks you. When you get the Dateviators, because you helped him find this thing he loves so much.

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This idea came to me, and I HAD to write it down. For all of you Mateo lovers! Hope you like it!!! I'm not very familiar with Mateo's character, but anyone who loves animals wins my love.

Let me know if you want to see more stuff like this! I have some ideas for other dates and lots of ideas for ships. You can also give me prompts if you want. I'm still on vacation, so I have plenty of free time.

~Mochi🍡

[letsgetrowdy43]

Greens and grins—

Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

Request filled for @deerwdy-0: 🐞 - "You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it." - Jack Hughes

Warnings/notes: I know nothing about golf, so please be kind if anything is wrong or incorrect!!

End of summer celebration!!

Jack had never been more determined to make someone love golf than he was at this moment. His girlfriend, however, seemed equally determined to hate every second of it.

The suffocating heat, the longevity of the day, the insanely short skirt, all compiling factors that added up to the girl's worst nightmare. An entire day on the course was quite literally the last thing she wanted to do on one of the only Saturdays both she and her boyfriend had off together.

But for him, she would attempt to put her distaste aside.

They stood at the edge of the course, Jack adjusting his grip on the club while his girlfriend stood beside him, arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed. She tapped her foot, eyes narrowed at the expanse of grass before them, Jack turned to her and showed her his practice swing with a smile at was met a look of unsureness.

“I promise, once you get the hang of it, you’re going to love it,” Jack said, his voice full of optimism as he made his way in front of her and pressed a kiss to her temple. She rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, “I highly doubt that.” Jack grinned, “Oh, come on, just give it a chance.”

He gently nudged her elbow with his, “you’ve barely hit two balls, and one of them actually went straight.” She huffed, lifting the club like it was a foreign object, “Yeah, well, that was pure luck. I don’t get the appeal of hitting a tiny ball across a giant lawn for hours.”

Jack wrapped his hand around her torso and brought her over to the tee, helping to ostition her self infront of the ball, hands on her hips as he fixed her stance. She cheekily smiled at the feeling of her ass pressed against him, his arms encircling her to fix her hold on the club before doinga few practcie swings with her.

He shook his head, laughing softly as she groaned out of annoyance after missing the ball. “It’s about the skill, the strategy, the focus…” Jack trailed off when he saw her skeptical expression as she turned to him.

“Okay, maybe that sounds boring, but I swear, it’s fun. Plus, look at how cute you look today!” She readjusted the skirt that was riding up a little too high, then back at Jack who was staring at her ass with a grin before he jumped at the feeling of a gentle smack against his chest. As he laughed at her fake scowl he once again repositioned her stance before pressing a kiss to her shoulder and taking a step back as she swung and missed, “Flattery gets you nowhere perv.”

Jack smirked, stepping up behind her and placing his hands over hers on the club, “Let me help you, and please just listen for me,” he murmured, guiding her stance, “relax your grip, aim for the ball, and just… swing.” With his hands gently adjusting her grip, she tried again, this time managing a decent hit that sent the ball flying a reasonable distance of the green.

“There you go!” Jack cheered, his face lighting up as he turned to her, clearly proud, “that’s what I’m talking about.” She shot him an exasperated look, “I still hate it.”

But then she laughed, a short burst of sound that she immediately tried to suppress, and Jack pounced.

“You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it,” he teased, stepping in front of her, blocking her view of the green as he wrapped her up in his arms and twirlled her around cheering at her little grin. “No, I didn’t,” she protested, though her lips were still twitching upwards at his actions as he placed her downand pressed a pletora of kisses to her fake pout. “Oh, yes, you did,” Jack grinned, hands holding the sides of her face as leaned down just enough so their faces were inches apart. “You can’t lie to me. I know a smile when I see one.”

She shoved him lightly, but Jack grabbed her waist, pulling her into his chest as she laughed again, unable to hold back the smile this time as her arms returned the hold.

“Fine,” she admitted, “but it wasn’t the golf. It was your ridiculous enthusiasm.” “I’ll take that as a win,” Jack said, kissing the top of her head as jumping up and down with her, “one step closer to getting you to love golf as much as I do.”

She raised an eyebrow and grounded her self on her feet to stop his cheers, “don’t push it.”

He laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they started toward the cart, a grin on his face as he grabbed his beer and placed her cooler in her hands before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Okay, but by the end of today, I bet you’ll at least tolerate it.” “We’ll see,” she said, but this time, there was no hiding the smile on her face as she leaned into him and finsihing off the drink in her hand.

“I need a new drink,” she mumbled, tipping the can upside down to show it was empty. “I’ll get you as many drinks as you like, baby,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her temple, "just say the word."

He pulled her into his lap on the cart and took off in the direction of the green, where the bar chart girl magically seemed to be passing by, a mischievous glint in his eye as the engine revved beneath them.

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[ncity-agere]

please u can do ateez as little? Like they would be? ( sorey english is not ny first language ♡

of course, little one! little ateez, coming right up!

(sfw) what little!ateez is like:

Hongjoong: He’s a distrusting little Scorpio, you think he’s gonna let his guard down that easily? Hongjoong regresses to about 4, give or take a year. Most people will never ever see it, but little Hongjoong is very, very sweet and considerate. He does his chores, he plays well and shares with his friends, and is very, very clingy.

I don’t think he likes being picked up very much or sharing his caregiver’s attention, though. Hongjoong can and will throw a bit of a tantrum (he bites, fair warning), but usually can be talked down. He likes to read, write, and draw in his little headspace but sometimes gets so locked in that he starts slipping out and needs to be coaxed back to little space.

(Cartoons, crayons, and running a soothing hand through his hair should do the trick ^-^)

Seonghwa: Until someone tells him what age regression even is, he’s probably already doing it and has no clue what it’s called. He just likes to wear pajamas and rolls around on his tummy and play with Wooyoung and San and be taken care of and… oh.

He regresses to about 2-5 years old and likes wearing genderless, soft clothes. He’s okay with being called cute names like “bubba”, “prince” or “princess”, and “bun”, but he’d prefer mostly to be called his name. He’s also a little emotional, so handle with care…

Spend time with him! Play Animal Crossing with him! Watch a movie with him! Build a Lego set with him. Actually, no -let him build all the Legos and you can sit and watch! Wait, wait… don’t touch the pieces. He’ll cry if you touch the pieces. You’re not playing with the Legos right, just… okay. Just put the piece down and let baby Hwa have it. There we go. You’re welcome, little one.

Yunho: More of an age dreamer than regressor. Genuinely just can’t do it, he doesn’t know why. Probably dreams anywhere between 6-8 years old, I can’t see him being much younger than that.

Call him lots of pet names and reassure him that he’s doing a good job at… whatever it is he’s doing. He thrives on praise, he’s such a good boy. He just kind of sits and plays video games and rambles about dumb stuff he found on the internet.

Make him a plate of dino nuggies and listen to his rambles? Yeah, you’re his favorite person ever actually.

Yeosang: Gentlest baby, just so quiet and sweet. I can see Yeosang regressing to maybe 3 at the very youngest? When he’s around Wooyoung, he can get a bit worked up but he’ll be okay if you put him down for a nap. He remembers his manners and remembers to say “please”, “thank you”, and “excuse me”. Just heart-meltingly adorable.

But sometimes Yeosang becomes insecure about age regressing and can become defensive. Try not to call him cute during these little tantrums, he really doesn’t like it. Instead, pretend he’s big and scary -a big, scary puppy! It helps his confidence and soon enough, he’ll be back to being your happy, gentle baby boy.

San: Oh… sweet little San cries a lot. He regresses to a very little age, like 0-2. He likes to be babied, paid attention to, and held.

Little Sannie likes to babble, doesn’t like tight clothes, and gets so sad when you don’t pay him enough attention! Seriously, he wants to be near his caregiver or another little at all times because he’s fr got the object permanence of an infant. It’s pretty cute, until he’s crying and whining and babbling for you to come find him and pick him up.

Mingi: Someone please wrap this baby in bubble wrap, please and thankies. He’s such a clumsy little guy, he just wants to be spoiled. Little Mingi has a pretty wide range, anywhere from 0-5, and he’s a bit nervous around new people so you’ve gotta introduce him to friends very, very slowly. And hold his hand the whole time. <3

Mingi can be insecure about his height, so be sure to make him feel very tiny! He likes oversized clothes and blankies, as well as being fed instead of feeding himself (“here comes the airplane” works every time, like a charm!)

Wooyoung: Speaks in the third person all the time. A nightmare child. Probably needs ritalin and warm milk. An absolute brat (in the most loving way possible).

Despite all this, though, he always reminds you that he’s grateful you’re his caregiver and tries his hardest to do nice thing for you without being asked… even when it ends with sticky, syrupy countertops, spilled flour, and a lopsided breakfast in bed.

…It’s the thought that counts, right?

Jongho: MY BABY!!! He’s not exactly one for baby talk and is slowly getting used to feeling little (since he’s so used to being the oldest out of his siblings), so it’s a little harder and he needs help to regress. When he does regress, though, he’s a very helpful boy, probably between 5-6 years old. He likes to help around the house and is pretty independent for a little.

Isn’t fussy or easily upset and eats well. The weirdest part is how outgoing and talkative he’s become! He feels comfortable around you, so he just kinda shoots off at the mouth and just says whatever comes to mind. Little Jongho’s got a lot to say, so you’ve gotta listen carefully or he’ll pout.

[camelotsfavouriteknight]

The Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand

Pairing: Gale x named Male!Tav (El) WC: 3.279 Summary: After Gale thought El how to use the spell mage hand, El quickly figures out some fun and inappropriate uses for it. Warning: NSFW 18+, mutal masturbation, PWP AO3 link A/N: 3k+ words of fun, 0 regrets. Might end up becoming a spicy (mage hand) series with different characters😏 (Suggestions/pairings/spicy ideas or challenges are welcome!)

"Yes. Yes! Exactly! That's it!" Gale's voice was a pitch higher than normal due to his enthusiasm. It made El smile, though his eyes were intensely staring at an opaque object. It was the mage hand that he successfully managed to conjure on his second attempt. Magic wasn't difficult for him. He'd just never bothered to learn mage hand, a fact that appalled Gale. Whom made it his personal mission to teach him. Hence why the two of them were inside Gale’s tent. A tiny desk, a bedroll, a chair and a lot of books scattered around the place. Dragged inside for what probably would’ve been some late-night reading or studying.

"And now the options are endless!" Gale continued, the enthusiasm evident in his voice. "Besides the obvious things, of course. For example, opening doors, holding torches, activating traps from a safe distance. Attaching a rope or hook if you want to climb up! Handle dangerous magical objects."

"Stealing highly valuable books from secure places?" El commented. By now confident enough to look away from the mage hand and at Gale instead. The smile on the man's face was contagious. And he always found it fun to watch Gale talk. Especially like this, with his hands making big motions to give power to his words.

"I-I do not know what you're talking about my friend," Gale replied but El just chuckled. Not just his words, but the red creeping up his ears were a dead giveaway that he had, obviously, done that before. It was also something El would use mage hand for himself. Maybe not for books, but the options were, as Gale said, endless. He chuckled, and as an experiment he moved the mage hand towards Gale. Poking him in the chest.

"Really now? You're telling me you never used it for that? I know how you get about books."

"Well, I mean, maybe once or twice?"

"Sure, sure," El chuckled as he poked the man a few more times. Gale was all but glaring at the mage hand, which only made the scene funnier.

"Any other good uses for it?" he questioned, frowning a little as he intensely looked at the hand. Part of it was so strange. He could command the hand to do almost anything. It needed barely a thought and it moved around, just like with his own, actual, hands. But the strange thing about it was, getting no feedback. He could hold something hot or cold and he wouldn't know. Which was probably a big pro for using mage hand. Or he could hold something with a painful surface, but he wouldn’t feel it. Almost with a mind of his own the hand started to caress Gale's shirt.

"It’s a bit unfortunate that I get no sensory feedback. At all," he sighed. He was certain the shirt should feel soft under his touch, but there was nothing to it. Just the acknowledgement in the back of his mind that he was still controlling the mage hand.

"Well anyway. Are there any other good uses of-" he cut himself of midsentence as he looked up at Gale. The wizard was intensely staring at the mage hand still caressing his chest, swallowing heavily. He looked a bit tense with his hands balled at his side.

"Ah, I'm-" he started, moving the hand away from Gale's chest, thinking he overstepped. To get himself in check before he could take it too far. That thought quickly changed when he saw Gale almost chasing the hand and letting out a sigh. Instead, he moved the mage hand back. First caressing Gale's shirt like he'd done before. Before moving with a bit more intent, using his fingertips with a bit more pressure behind it.

"So, there are other interesting uses for mage hand," El commented. His smile slowing changing into a little smirk. Slowly becoming a bit bolder. Watching Gale's face intensely. Gale's face was an open book, one he could easily watch for a long time to find all the ways it reacted. Though he was also looking for discomfort, any signs that he was overstepping.

Suddenly El was curious how it would feel. Wrapping the mage hand around himself. Would it feel differently from using his actual hand? Would it feel as if someone else was touching him? Or would he be too conscious of it?

"Ever used it on yourself?" he wondered out loud. His mouth felt dry as he tried to swallow. He was curious, excited. Gale's eyes shot up and stared at him. His pupils were blown and for maybe the first time ever, he struggled with his words. Encouraged, El let the fingers scrape over the area he guessed Gale's nipple was at. It took him a few tries but the response made it obvious when he succeeded. The little gasp of air, Gale's chest first moving away before pressing closer again.

“No,” Gale answered, biting his lips. The silence stretched on for a moment. El waited patiently. Or he tried his best to seem patient. Mainly because he had a feeling Gale might crack first.

"I might have?" Gale whispered, voice softer and lower than usual. "Fo-for research purposes of course! I wanted to know what exactly a mage hand could feel. And if the feeling was different on for example ski-ah"

El smirked at the soft gasp and information he managed to pull from Gale. His confidence rose with every reaction he got.

"For research you say?" he couldn't help to comment, the disbelief evident in his voice.

El hesitated for a moment before deciding to go for it. Moving the mage hand slowly lower. Dragging the fingers over Gale's chest and over his abdomen. It was strange. He knew he was the one doing that, he was the one in control. The hand easily following what he wanted it to do. Yet he couldn't feel it, was getting no feedback at all. Except the feedback coming from Gale himself of course. His breathing quickened, the red blush not just on his ears but at his neck as well, slowly creeping upward.

El watched how Gale took a step backwards, hands gripping the sides of the tiny desk behind him for support. The back of his legs leaning against it. But his chest was still pushed forwards, chasing the hand that was moving downward.

"And? What were the results? Did it feel different?" El teased, his confidence level rising with the responses he was getting. A sweet sensation telling him to be bolder. The mage hand was reaching the bottom of Gale's shirt. Since it was his first time using mage hand, he was unsure of its limits. But if it failed, he could always walk closer and put his actual hands to use. Though there was something exciting about this too. Being able to unravel Gale without actually touching him, looking on from a distance.

El spotted the chair to his side and moved to sit down. Making himself comfortable, enjoying the few. Using his actual hand to rearrange himself, since his own dick was slowly filling out. His pants getting tighter with the moment. He looked up and found Gale's eyes on him, watching every move that he made like a hawk. He smirked and made questioning hm? sound. Reminding Gale that he had actually asked a question and was waiting for an answer. Not that he really needed one, but he noticed how Gale was struggling to pay attention and it was fun to see. Gale's brow was furrowed, mouth a bit open as if he was thinking hard about an answer. But his eyes were honed in on El's crotch, his hands clenching onto the side of the desk.

Slowly El moved the mage hand under Gale’s shirt, a light touch ghosting over Gale's thigh, moving towards his bulge. At least. He assumed it was a light touch. He might need to experiment with this on himself for future endeavours.

"The feeling is strange," Gale managed to reply but his voice sounded strained. "There is pressure, a firm hold, the stimulation. But there is no warmth. Neither necessarily a cold. It's like the touch is and isn't th-fuck!"

Somewhere during Gale's reply El moved the mage hand to firmly cup his bulge. The reaction was sweet. Gale's knees bended, hips moving forward, words cut off as he bit his lip. El wanted more, needed more. For a short moment he massaged Gale’s bulge. It was strange. He could see Gale was enjoying it but was missing the little details. If he was straining his pants, heating up, desperate for more. It had something mysterious but also difficult to gauge.

He moved the hand upwards towards the band of Gale's pants. Got a hold on it, hopefully firm enough, and started to pull down. He barely met any resistance, especially when Gale moved to help. The wizard got a hold on his briefs as well as his pants and pulled them both down. He stumbled a bit in his eagerness, El had to bite his lip so he wouldn't chuckle.

Gale leaned back against the desk again, hands leaning on the surface that was barely wide enough with how he was standing. El drunk in the sight. His shirt covered most of his pelvis, but his dick curved out underneath it. It was of average size but stood proud, glistering with pre-cum. He groaned, almost frustrated that he was doing this with the mage hand and not his actual hand. Or mouth.

Maybe for a next time.

He was determined to continue this, just to satisfy his own curiosity, to see the results. Didn't mean he couldn't use his actual hands on himself though. Without hesitation, he pulled his own cock out of his pants. Sighing in relieve. Both from freeing it and from having his hand wrapped around it.

"Wait-" Gale said, sounding out of breath. El looked up and smirked. Gale was staring with hunger, his hands white balls on top of the table. Having forgotten about the mage hand, he moved it again. He let a finger run over the underside of Gale’s cock, stopping at the tip to tease it.

"Yes?" He replied, calmly stroking himself. Drinking in the little sounds coming from Gale.

"I can- I- let me... how it feels." El raised an eyebrow as he tried to decipher what Gale was trying to say. But Gale didn't clarify it. Instead, he removed, with quite some effort, his hands from the desk and started to perform a spell. It took him a few tries, and El did chuckle this time. Then another mage hand appeared. One controlled by Gale. Who quickly held on to the desk again.

Before the other mage hand could reach him, El decided to take action. He made the mage hand take Gale's cock in a firm hold, slowly stroking it. It was a strange happening. Gale moaned, head thrown back and hips moving forward. Clearly enjoying himself. But El had no feedback. Couldn’t feel the weight in his hand or the big it felt. Not the pre-cum slicking Gale's length and making it easier to stroke. The hand responded perfectly, teasing the tip when he commanded. Tightening and losing his grip when he stroked. He could easily admit that it was practical, usable from a distance. Creating a view that was hot. But it was strange. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, if this trade-off was worth it.

Those thoughts quickly evaporated when he felt his cock being gripped. He groaned as he looked down. Gale's mage hand was stroking him, a bit hesitant at first before gaining confidence and stroking a bit firmer. He focused on the feeling, removing his own hand. Gale had been right with his description. The feeling wasn't warm or cold, neither did it have any texture. It almost felt as if there was simply pressure, a firm hold around his dick. It still felt great, yet strange at the same time. That reminded him though-

"Does your research usually includes jacking off?" he teased, voice sounding confident though he was struggling to keep it that way. Heat was slowly building up and it was getting difficult to focus. He looked back up again, licking his lips as he took in the sight in front of him.

Gale was a delicious sight for the eyes. Heavily leaning on his hands, legs spread, head thrown back. Heat slowly colouring his face and a drop of sweat running down his temple. El groaned and bulked his hips into the mage hand. His own hands gripping the armrest hard, trying to hold back to not finishing himself off due to the view.

"No!" Gale responded but it sounded more like a moan than an actual response. Apparently, the words still reached the wizard, it just took him a while to process.

"No? It was really a one-time thing? Somehow I don't believe you," he chuckled airily. "You're want me to believe you only wrapped a mage hand around yourself once? I mean, it must get lonely in that tower of yours. Can’t imagine you never experimented with it a bit more.”

"Yes! Alright ye-yes I have," Gale cried out, hips bucking upwards. El smirked at the little bits of information he was able to get from Gale. Somehow he could easily imagine Gale experimenting exactly how far he could take it. Which only piqued his interest. He wanted to know more. But it was difficult to focus. The hand on his own cock was building up the heat and the image was pushing him closer to the edge. He was certain the chair was going to have permanent marks from his nails digging into the chair. But he was determined to make Gale cum first.

Luckily, going on the visual and vocal cues he had, it seemed like Gale was close. He was slightly shaking, his breathing was shallow, pre-cum coating the mage hand.

"Tell me," he demanded and watched Gale visible shiver and heard him moan. That was an interesting piece of information for a later date.

"I was curious! I wanted to know how someone else's hand would feel! And I realised l could commanded it to just keep going without having to actively think about it. Which made it even more as if someone else was touching me. That was also useful information fo-ooh fuck," Gale moaned as he leaned forward, his hands would most certainly leave marks as well. El bit his lips, watching Gale’s thighs tensed and stomach clenched.

"Please, please-" Gale begged, to El's surprise. He hadn't realised how much in control he was. It was a powerful and arousing feeling. Addicting even.

"I don't know if you deserve it though. After all, you lied to me," he said. While he was trying his best to sound teasing and strict, it was closer to a strained moan than anything else.

"Sorry! I'm sor-I'll tell you everything just please!"

"Fine, you can cum," he ended up saying, a bit uncertain how long he could, or should, draw this out. His eyes trained on Gale as he watched the man come undone moments after the words left his mouth. Gale's body was completely tens, even his breath halting for a moment. He was leaning forward, almost hanging on to his hands. His hair hiding his face a little, though luckily not enough to miss the pure pleasure written on it.

For a man usually so loud and talkative, his orgasm was silent. A soft airy moan leaving Gale's lips as white cum coated his shirt, the mage hand, his cock and the floor. El slowed down the mage hand, carefully working Gale through his orgasm before stopping and dismissing the mage hand altogether. That was definitely a sight he would remember.

With a jolt and a soft hiss, he was reminded of his own cock begging for release. Gale's mage hand was still stroking him in a steady pace. A pace that was becoming too slow as the heat was building up.

He threw his head back and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Trusting his hips upward for more stimulation. He didn't want to touch himself, but he desperately needed to cum.

"Fuck! Fu-" he moaned before his orgasm rushed over him. The heat rushed through his body as he gasped for air. His back bended, pushing him almost out of the chair. Muscles locked, legs cramping and stomach pulled tight.

The hot feeling remained for a little while longer, until an uncomfortable tingling feeling started to build.

"Gale," he tried but his mouth was dry. He realised he had closed his eyes. With effort he opened them and looked down. The mage hand was still stroking him in a pace too fast post orgasm.

"Gale!" he attempted again, a bit louder this time. His hissed as the overstimulation was slowly getting uncomfortable, painful even.

"GALE! Your mage hand! Please!" he begged.

He let out a soft cry and flinched when the stroking suddenly stopped. The mage hand had disappeared. Letting out a deep sigh of relief El slumped back into the chair. Catching his breath, trying to cling to the delicious feeling of a good post orgasm.

He shivered when a strange, ghosting cold ran over his skin. He looked down and noticed how he'd been cleaned. Surprised El looked up and saw Gale perform a spell, with shaky hands. He couldn't help but to smirk a little, proud of the effect he'd had.

He reached down and pulled up his pants. Leaning forward with his hands on his knees as he calmed the burning sensation still lingering.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry, that must've been uncomfortable. I was, well a bit distracted and," Gale started but seemed to cut himself off and pressed his lips together. El frowned a little at that action. With a bit of effort, he got out of his chair. His legs felt a bit unstable, but he managed to make his way over to Gale.

"And?" he repeated, hoping to encourage Gale to continue. But the wizard looked down and a bit uncomfortable. His neck and face completely red.

"Ah, well. It's nothing. Don't mind me. I talk too much," Gale mumbled. Ele raised an eyebrow as he halted in front of Gale.

"I know," he agreed. That made Gale look up with a surprised and almost hurt look in his eyes. "I happen to like it a lot though."

It changed the hurtful look on Gale's face to a more bashful look. One El definitely liked and wanted to remember, along with a lot of memories of the evening. He reached down and got a hold on Gale's pants. Slowly, teasingly slow, he pulled up Gale's pants. Tucked his cock back in though not without running an actual finger of it. That earned him a soft gasp. He couldn't stop the little smirk slowly spreading on his face as he pulled the pants up the last bit as well.

"Besides," he started, leaning in close. His body practically pressing Gale's against the table as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You promised to tell me everything."

He could feel the full body shiver of Gale, pressed this close. He placed a little kiss just below the ear before completely pulling away.

"I look forward to it," he smirked before turning around and slowly walking out of Gale's tent. The image of the flabbergasted wizard, fucked out and pupils blown, leaving a great image in his mind.

[roseboysstuff]

step-dad Leon and his self-conscious step-son :0

He’s all shy when his mom introduced him to Leon. Gets all jealous when he hears Leon and his mom at night, wishing that it was him not his mother.

At night he gets done taking a shower and just lies in bed thinking of his step-dad. Touching his needy cunt to the thought of Leon pounding him. He tries not to let out pathetic moans. Leon hears this and grins, walking into his room and seeing his flushed, drooling face. He quickly tries to cover himself up, but Leon sits next to him and plays with his step-sons needy slit, then fucks him into his tiny mattress.

I love step daddy Leon so much CW // stepdad/stepson psuedo incest, don't like don't read

Leon had always thought you were cute. The shy little wave you had given him when your mom introduced him to you. He knew the feelings he had for you were inappropriate, but part of him didn't care. He always got glimpses of your naked body, and it fueled his fantasies. He had no idea you had similar fantasies. Until tonight. You had just gotten out of the shower, and lay on your bed naked. Leon had been on your mind all day, the thought of his big cock pounding into you had been all you could think about. Forgetting that you hadn't locked the door, your fingers found their way down to your clit, that was already throbbing with need. Eyes closed, the other hand covering your mouth to hide the moans that were already threatening to escape. You couldn't hide the whimpers, and the wet noises your cunt was making as you fingered yourself, imagining that the intrusion into your body was his cock, or at least his fingers. You had no idea who was watching you, no idea that the very object of your entire fantasies was staring as you desperately touched yourself. Until he cleared his throat, and in an instant you were trying to cover yourself with your blankets. He wasn't allowing that though, he knew that you were fantasising about him, and he had fantasised about you way too many times to let this opportunity slip. "What were you thinking about, baby boy? I can make it come true if you want." You were too embarrassed to speak, but eventually managed to whisper out that you wanted him inside you. "Good boy. I'll make all your fantasies come true." His fingers pulled the blankets away and they started rubbing at your cunt, and he could feel the need in your voice as you whined. They were high-pitched, desperate whines, and you were both glad that your mom wasn't home. He kept rubbing until you climaxed all over his hand, watching your face twist in pleasure. He didn't even wait before, pulling your legs apart and positioning himself at your entrance, looking to you for permission. All it took was a simple nod, and he pushed inside you. Finally feeling his stepson's tight cunt, filling you up just as both of you had dreamed about. His thrusts were deep and hard, the force knocking the air out of your lungs, and pushing your body down into your mattress. "Take it baby boy, take it all." His dirty talk was punctuated by thrusts, as he continued to fuck you hard. The mattress and bed frame were squeaking and shaking, as you felt you climax approaching. You tried to warn him, but he was too close to his own climax to listen, and you both came loudly, moaning into each other's ears.

[monstersdownthepath]

Monster Spotlight: Leechroot

CR 4

Neutral Evil Large Undead

Bestiary 5, pg. 155

These gigantic, foul-smelling collections of plant matter are the result of plants and Plant creatures choked of life gaining a second chance after drinking in the blood of sentient creatures. And I don't mean just a single split palm trickling a tiny stream; a Leechroot can only rise from soil absolutely saturated with gore, most often rising in the wake of gruesome battles and fierce wars fought in forests, especially if necromantic magic is involved. A single Leechroot is actually a gestalt, formed from the roots of plants corrupted by these battles, tangling together into massive, prickly balls that often remain safely under the soil until they detect prey... which, I suppose, means that you can view these creatures as the Plant version of the Tekenu, being roving digestive systems desperately seeking to feed a hunger they should no longer be able to feel.

Unfortunately for everyone, Leechroots aren't mindlessly seeking out water or nutrient-rich soil. No, as one may surmise from the name, Leechroots have an insatiable, irrepressible hunger for warm, delicious blood, which they convert into a sanguine sap, which leaks constantly from the tips of their attacking roots. Yes, in a fantastical display of undead wastefulness, the vast majority of what a Leechroot drinks is converted into a substance that's sprayed heedlessly across the area every time they attack, move, or do just about anything... A "fantastic display of wastefulness" that also assures that a single Leechroot can become a plague, because any roots that drink up this sap tend to begin tangling into another Leechroot as though it were a botanical zombification virus.

That isn't to say its effects on fauna are any more pleasant, but we'll get to THAT in a moment. First we have to talk about the danger a Leechroot poses to the average party, which is about 0. With a movement speed of 5ft/round, a party that wishes to avoid engaging with a random encounter with one of these ravenous roots can simply flee at top speed, and it has no hope to catch up to them... provided the party can avoid the Attack of Opportunity, because despite their glacial speed, they DO still have a 10ft radius and 10ft reach, and each of their two vine attacks threaten to Grab whatever they strike, keeping the players engaged against their will as they struggle to free their allies.

A DM wishing to utilize these creatures is thus incentivized to have them either be an obstacle or an objective, because a party not wanting to waste too many resources can literally walk out of the encounter... provided they even know about the thing's slow speed. Pathfinder combat typically tends to become two guys standing next to each other and clicking Full-Attack until the other one falls, so if, say, the Leechroot erupts from below and begins attacking, then they may not even realize it has such a glaring weakness! And yes, it CAN burrow... also at 5ft/round, but it's got 30ft of tremorsense to help navigate.

It can use its burrowing a little better than most, actually. An attacking Leechroot tends to keep its main body beneath an Earth Barrier, its central cluster of roots hidden safely behind 20% concealment AND partial cover while it can still extrude its vines to attack. A creature CAN yank it out of the ground with a successful drag Combat Maneuver, though it's still protected by some DR 5/Slashing and a generous 18 AC! They're essentially mindless, though, and will often spend their move action digging back down to protect themselves, an action which provokes an Attack of Opportunity, which can easily trap them in a cycle of hurting until they're finally chopped down.

This does require the party to not be on the back foot, of course. If they don't realize they can pull it out of the ground, they may spend several rounds fruitlessly smacking the ground as the thing batters them with its two vine attacks, each one dealing 1d6+5 damage and inflicting 2 bleed damage. As mentioned, they also Grab onto their victims, but the dangers of THAT will wait for a moment because I've already put off talking about their Bloody Sap for too long! This red resin leaks constantly from the ends of their lashing vines, exposing each creature affected by their natural attacks to the mystically poisonous substance; anything exposed to the Bloody Sap quickly weakens due to the negative energy contained within, finding it harder to recover from the bleed damage they inflict. This raises the DC to heal the bleed from 15 to 17, and any magical healing attempted on a bleeding target must succeed a DC 15 caster level check or fail utterly.

At this level, when magical healing is running off extremely limited spell slots, that can potentially be a death sentence, or at least feel really, really bad. That 2 damage a round can pile up as the battle goes on, and every bleeding target within 10ft of a Leechroot actually heals it by 1 HP a round for an added bit of insult to the ongoing injury. Hell, even if you DO kill it, if you've expended too many resources and didn't invest in the Heal skill (always make sure to have someone who can do first aid!), the party may just die anyway from the bleed damage!

As a final note, the dangers of being Grabbed. Leechroots don't have Constrict or Engulf/Swallow Whole, but what they CAN do is use Drag Under, letting them automatically reposition their grappled victims 5ft in any direction (so long as they stay within the plant's reach)... including down. At will, without offering a saving throw, the Leechroot can force a creature up to its waist into the soil, rendering that creature pinned and freeing up the plant's limb to attack someone else, though it's unlikely to do so. A creature buried in this way has to succeed a simple DC 10 Strength check as a move action to unbury themselves... but they can't even try this if the Leechroot keeps hold of them, leaving them essentially paralyzed and at the insatiable plant's mercy, nor can anyone else help break the root's grapple while the target is partially buried. The only option is to try and escape the grapple (and it's got +13 to maintain it) as a standard action and THEN unbury yourself as a move action, or wait for the party to kill the thing so you can wiggle free.

Or die, but that's typically a last resort.

You can read more about them here.

[studyblr-perhaps]

Misa Explains 1: Spintronics in a nutshell

A series of posts where I will explain bits and pieces of physics I have gathered throughout the my foray into this wonderful science. Warning, these will be long.

Highly inspired by @chemblrish and @minmin-vs-physics 's posts on their fields, check out their posts (linked on this post in various places!)

Wait what even is going on?

Okay, first of all, why are we even talking about spintronics, whatever that means? Now, we live in an age where we need devices, right? Phones, TVs, laptops, name it. All digital devices come under electronics, which is a cluster of what we call "logic devices" (verrry loosely speaking) with various functions, made with expert circuitry to create our sophisticated "smart" devices. Whew. That's a lot of words. But what does it mean? It means that the very device you're using to view this post is made up of very tiny mini devices, which are made to utilize electrical signals (current, flow of electrons) to make it store information, read information, or perform logic tasks ("AND", "OR" "NOT" and the rest. Let me know if you want me to explain those, but this is not the point of the post so I'm letting them hang in the air for now).

We store digital information in the form of 'bits' (I swear all of this is relevant, please be patient) which is a computer's language of storing and using information. If you've watched any show involving hacking, you'll see stacks after stacks of "1"s and "0"s on their high contrast screens in that radioactive green font (general older sister advice: don't use high contrast it hurts your eyes), these are bits and the basis on which logic devices work. Each combination of 1s and 0s makes a different information, which is the backbone of computing. Now, how these devices make 1s and 0s is again a whole course on electronics, so I will skip over it to just preface that they exist and that's how we make digital devices.

All these years, we have used semiconductors, which allow moderate amount of current flow from them (in contrast to conductors, which allow free flow of electrons, and insulators, which do not allow flow of electrons) to make transistors, which are currently the building blocks of circuit-making devices.

[here's a picture containing ICs (the bug-like looking thing covered in wires) which have tiny transistors inside them, and the LEDs, on which the lit ones are "1"s and unlit ones are "0"s. This was my project for one of my courses!]

In electronics, a very famous law called Moore's Law, states that for increase in tech and development, the amount of transistors in integrated circuits (IC) doubles every two years. This moves proportionally with the increase in use of semiconductors, because transistors are made using them.

Every device maker's main goal is to make a device faster, smoother, and more functional. Which means, more transistors, better semiconductors. Moreover, the smaller space occupied by the ICs, the better. But obviously there's a limit to how much we can decrease the size of the transistors. One is the technical issue of creating such a small object, which will require highly precise instruments which we are not in possession of/ not feasible in the long run. The second issue is the working. "Will a semiconductor keep it's properties when they layer is so small?" is a valid question to ask when we go further down in scale. In simple words: in the long run, improving semiconductors for transistors will be difficult. Moore's law plateaus, and the number of transistors doesn't double with two years. What now? We can't just stop developing better computing devices, not just smart devices, astronomy, medicine and other scientific areas also require reliable, stable and fast computing devices.

Which means we desperately need new materials (and techniques) for logic and memory devices.

Hold on, when's spintronics going to start?

Okay background information done. Now we move onto spins and why we use it. We know that atoms are made of protons, electrons and neutrons. Out of these, electrons "revolve" in "orbits" around the nucleus, which holds the protons and neutrons. I put "revolve" and "orbits" in quotes because essentially it's a cloud of probabilities and we have no clue what path it truly takes. Electrons reside in what are called 'orbitals', which are balloon-like spaces which have a high probability of the electrons being present in (@/chemblrish explains orbitals better here).

Now along with the "revolution", electrons also considered to have a "spin". We don't really know if it "spins" the way Bayblades do, but regardless, they have an angular momentum, which is classically something rotating objects possess (@/mimin-vs-physics goes more in depth on quantum mechanical fun stuff) Either way, we don't know why it has angular momentum, but we know it does (at least I have no idea if we've figured it out??). And in true human fashion, we see anything new and think "now how can I utilize this for my benefit?"

Years and years of research later, we figured out something interesting. The angular momentum which the electron spins contain, and the angular momentum of electrons in "orbits" can interact! This interaction is called Spin-Orbit Coupling (SOC) and it causes a bunch of other fascinating phenomena in quantum mechanics. One of which, is that it if we supply electricity into a metal plane, we can align the electrons and their spins in such a way that it causes a stream of current (remember: current is essentially a flow of electrons in one direction) with aligned spins to move into a different layer perpendicularly.

Okay but what does all of this have to do anything with Spintronics?

We're finally at the part where we can discuss what Spintronics is! We can use our now generated spin current to make electronic devices (hence, spintronics!). So, how do we make these tiny devices?

What we first take is a heavy metal (these are metallic elements/alloys with high atomic numbers, which have a lot of free electrons to use) and make a very thin film of it. (The procedure of making thin films is very interesting, and I will make the next post on it!) We can now pass a stream of current/electricity* parallel to the surface of the thin film, which will give us a stream of spin-aligned electrons bouncing to move into an upper layer.

For the upper layer, we add a thin layer of a ferromagnet. A ferromagnet is a type of material which readily aligns its spin on one direction when under a magnetic field (contrary to this are paramagnets which weakly align their spins, and diamagnets which weakly align their spins opposite to the applied field).

Now remember the electrons with their spin aligned which wanted to move into the upper layer? Yeah once they are given an upper layer to move into, they flow into the layer, bringing their aligned spins with them. This spin can now affect the ferromagnet's spin, and align it in either the direction of the applied electric field ( the one applied on the heavy metal layer. I'm marking it as * for you to check which electric field I mean) or directly opposite to the direction of the electric field. This alignment can be measured. The value doesn't matter, only the direction. Is it parallel to the electric field or anti-parallel? "Up" or "down"? "Left" or "right"? Or, in terms of electronics, "1" or "0".

And look! We now have a way to make a tiny device which can display values of "1" or "0"! We used an analog signal (electricity) to create a digital output (1s and 0s)! That is electronics! But because it uses spins, it is called Spintronics.

Because we use Spin-Orbit Coupling, these devices are extremely precise and fast. And the layers of heavy metal/ferromagnet will be in the ranges of nanometers (10^-9 m), so they are also extremely small. We can also choose materials with properties we like (high melting/boiling point, low reactivity) to create devices which can work in extreme conditions (high heat, pressure, reactive areas).

And here we have it! We've made spintronic devices!

End of post disclaimer: I am a Bachelors student and I will have mistakes. I also tend to exaggerate. So if I have made a mistake in this post, please inform me nicely in the comments or tags!

[stellarblitz]

Tropes I've noticed (in an attempt to explain to myself why I prefer human/giant stories)

Stories of tinies interacting with humans:

More often than not feature more than one tiny, banding together to brave the world

Able to hide more easily from humans, may be mistaken for mice or other vermin

May be hunted by humans, but it's usually due to a misconception (exterminator, etc) and might ultimately be seen as harmless

Can more readily improvise tools with abandoned objects, even in a world not made for them

May find shelter within a house easily, living within the walls undetected

Even if initially fearful of humans, they may be able to find security and safety with one if they form a bond

Focus on the mundane as alien and unknowable, but ultimately a boon to survival

Mindset: Small Prey Animal

Stories of giants interacting with humans:

More often than not feature a lone giant

Cannot hide nearly as easily from humans, cannot be mistaken for anything other than... a monster

May be hunted by humans, but it's harder to break their misconceptions about what they are (esp for more monstrous-looking giants)

This world is inherently fragile, cannot improvise as easily outside of magical means (or taking from humans, something they may view as morally questionable)

Must find shelter in caves, abandoned buildings, other places not fit for long-term survival

Must find safety by themselves ultimately, because a human cannot possibly protect them adequately; may not trust themselves to not hurt humans and thus be more reclusive and closed-off

Focus on the mundane as fragile, incomplete, insufficient, impossible to coexist within comfortably

Mindset: Megafauna Endling

I have a bias obviously, I tend to not like borrower stories as much as giant cryptid stories (for lack of a better descriptor)

and if the giant has access to a comfortable house right off the bat it's like "ok... well what's the point of them being a giant in this story then" (I say this knowing giants in Merlen-Gala are generally integrated into society... oh but hobs aren't! haha checkmate me)

And it's bc of these tropes that I feel that human/giant stories more accurately reflect my specific neurodivergent experience... not everyone's obviously but mine in particular haha

No shade to people who like borrower stories obviously!! I'm just self-reflecting lol. I grew up reading borrowers so they hold a special place in my heart, it's just... huh. maybe things like Godzilla did more for me lol

There's plenty of angst and drama to be found in both formats... please tell me anything I've failed to consider!! :0 I love just talking about tropes like this lol

[flare-the-drawer]

AWWW I LOVE METEOR THE CAT SO MUCH 🥺🥺 Le miao miao!!! 💖 what is meteor's relationship/feelings on the whole crew?

I also hate to ask this but given the cruek fates of everyone on the ship... how does Meteor.... yknow 💔

Hi! Firstly omg, first ask related to Meteor :0

I'm truly happy it could eventually reach some people who liked the concept ✨️

Secondly, regarding relationships, I made two little charts to simplify it but will still add some things (i also attributed lilac to him, as each character is associated with a color in the game):

AU Doodles link:

Pre-crash:

He basically loves every member of the ship INCLUDING Jimmy, despite him not being that friendly to Meteor. He favors Daisuke of them all because he is the first human he met on the Tulpar :D

Some little facts:

- Despite not being allowed to come in the cockpit for security reasons, Curly allows Meteor to come during his shifts. The cat simply snuggles on his lap and purrs when Curly is in the pilot seat. He likes it because the purring soothes him and helps him focus. Jimmy on the other hand, is not pleased with this arrangement and never misses the occasion to remind it to Curly.

- They all talk a lot to Meteor. He doesn't understand human language but simply meows or purrs back to show his acknowledgement

- He often visits Anya at the medbay. The place is usually very calm and empty during the day, so they just vibe peacefully together

- You can find him most of the time with Daisuke who is completely fond of him. He likes to sit on his shoulder, like some kind of pokemon, and even sometimes goes on the vents to help Daisuke grab something.

- Despite despising Meteor, Jimmy still thinks in the back of his mind that he is somewhat cute. He'll never admit it

- Swansea started to appreciate Meteor when he saw how much of a positive impact, and especially on Daisuke, he had on the crew. He sees him as Daisuke's tiny guardian.

- (thanks to @cookiemunches for this one) Daisuke keeps some of the 'meat' on the ship to feed him. While Curly purposely lets it slide, Jimmy isn't so kind and reprimands Daisuke every time he catches him.

Post-crash:

His relation with the crew members is quite similar, except that Jimmy's attitude towards him has gotten worse. It's the reason why Meteor fears him, (though he can't bring himself to hate him), while he is only afraid of Curly because of how severe his injuries are.

A few facts:

- He alternates sleeping with Daisuke and Anya as he knows they are the two weakest crew members emotionally speaking

- Though he's not authorised because of bacterian reasons, Meteor still comes often to the medbay to curl up on Curly's chest and purr. Curly appreciates these attempts of comforting him despite the hurt that his weight causes him.

- Meteor's blue eyes terrify Jimmy and worsen his paranoia, because they remind him of Curly's. This is why his hatred for him grew much bigger.

- Meteor never held a grudge against Swansea when it comes to Daisuke's death. He smelled the infection and how severe it was, and knew nothing more could be done.

And regarding your second question...

I'd like to first specify that his arrival doesn't change the fate of any of the characters, if it doesn't worsens the tensions a bit. A few elements there and there vary, but most of it stays the same.

Regarding his lore, I couldn't settle on one ending because kof kof I love him too much. So I planned two that vary depending on your choices:

I don't want to reveal too much, but I'll explain the common context of both: during the death of Swansea, Meteor is standing on top of the scene, on a piece of furniture. He is directly looking at Jimmy during the whole monologue, which only helps him diving deeper into insanity.

Once the scene is done, Jimmy sets himself a new kind of objective: catching Meteor once and for all. The two endings I'm talking about vary depending on whether he achieves this goal or not.

I will only say that one of the endings, in which he gets caught, is pretty gruesome and I hate my mind for coming to such a conclusion (but it is what would likely happen in that case because of how things are settled; it's linked with the way jimmy copes with the lack of supplies...), and the other one, in which he isn't, is here for comfort and mercy and counterbalances the other one. I called them normal and true endings

I have way more but honestly it wouldn't be very interesting to reveal everything at once; I'm even wondering if this isn't already too much :D

I would like to make some comic pages out of this au, so stay tuned! And if you have other questions, my ask box is always open ✨️

Thank you so so much again!!

[antikittysocial]

ohhhhhhh boyyyyy this is gonna be a long yapping session

EMOTICON LORE!!!

basically. all the emoticons are creatures, whom I will call textlings, who exist in your computer/tablet/phone/ds/whatever. they are all manifesting spirits, and have powers. each emoticon is a different being, but they are not species, so any textling you see multiple times? all them

SO! NOW THAT THAT'S OUT OF THE WAY!

uwu - older than UwU. has existed since typewriters. seems calm due to not talking often, but is actually very hyper and moves around so often you could compare the movements to that of an electron. manifestation of mainly a resting cat, but could really be any animal if you try hard enough. if this was a groupchat/textfic, they'd be the lurker who appears once in a blue moon for their reign of chaos, and there is a clear division between textlings who despise this and textlings who absolutely ADORE every nanosecond of its reign. becomes owo when hyper.

:) - the equivalent of a person who acts like an idiot and without realising it is a genius in multiple subjects. completely uncorrupted and uncorruptable (9 times outta 10...), wants the best for everyone, overall an awesome being. manifestation of someone trying to cheer you up and help... even if that means contributing to a long-winded fanfiction monologue that ends with '[insert random concerning text]... heh :)'.

:0 - embodiment (without having a body) of someone going 'whoa...'. they are in awe of everything in the world they can understand, and what's outside of it. endlessly curious. They do not have an understanding of 'true' and 'false', or 'real' and 'fake', only what others feel about it, or what they don't feel. you could tell them anything and they would note it or document it somehow. they are also a library of textling secrets, since everyone knows they won't tell without permission. manifestation of curiosity and interest in literally anything. again, awesome guy.

:3 - innocent cat or silly being. they are both, simultaneously. one cannot exist without the other. they rarely speak, and instead can be understood telepathically by other textlings by simply being around them. no one knows if they did this because they didn't speak or if they didn't speak because they could do it. either way, they don't speak yet are understood. manifestation of interest with an air of silliness.

X3 - the only textling able to match uwu in being hyper. they never stand still, handflapping, spinning, swishing their tail, bouncing, walking in circles, you name it! consider them dead if they're still. manifestation of excitement and silliness, often seen excitedly yapping about something to textlings like o.o and :0. they're known to be super supportive to everyone, which everyone appreciates, but isn't told often.

UwU - actually just a sleeping cat. how long have they been sleeping for...? no one knows, but it won't matter, they don't seem to be waking up anytime soon.

XD - one of the most well-known textlings! master of both making and appreciating puns. when they're not reading lists of jokes (or warrior cats. yep that's canon now), they'll be talking to someone about random things, or drawing. they draw a lot! sometimes they draw other textlings. manifestation of puns and laughter, basically - good fun!

>:] - >:3 - >:D - the mischief triplets. they like pranking and causing small little issues. they'd do things like take one of every one of your socks so that you have to wear mismatched socks. >:] is more cunning and likes to plan pranks, will go 'heheheh...' after setting one up. >:3 is like those cats qho sadistically look you right in the eye sititng on a counter slowly pushing a breakable object off the edge and onto the floor, whose face becomes only more gleeful after hearing it shatter, tail gently swishing in satisfaction. >:D is more impulsive, and would triumphantly go 'ahaha!' in victory after overthrowing their own teeny-tiny little empire

note: they do not know what pronouns are, and quite frankly don't care for them. SO GO WILD!!! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!

eyes - : ; X B (<- sunglasses)

!I WILL ADD MORE EMOTICONS LATER!

most textlings have eyes and mouth. here's a chart

mouths - ) ( D (<- used before the colon/other eye) D (<- used after the colon/other eye) 3 (<- used before the colon/other eye) 3 (<- used after the colon/other eye) I / ] [ x T d p P

eyes - o O 0 I T Q X V D ; H

Then there are horizontal textlings!

(for example: UwU , QAQ)

standard/common eyes/mouths:

mouths - w u v o _ - . M m A ^ x n

if you try hard enough, there could be infinite textlings! but these kinds will be the ones I'm mainly using. also, textlings are emoticons, in case the above confused you. think of it like character customisation! :]

ANYWAY... enough for now XD

@urnmbr1fan

[karliahs]

i finished season 6!! i have...many thoughts. arguably too many. and please be aware that unlike my last screaming session, there's a fair bit of discussion here that isn't wholly positive! if negativity/criticism of this show is going to bum you out (genuinely no judgement if so), please don't click this readmore!

organised into a numbered list to pretend i'm capable of coherency. okay.

i am extremely biased and you shouldn't listen to me probably

there is a sense in which this show cannot win with me once it starts changing the status quo beyond approx the cultural festival, because i'm in the weird position of having spent literal years living mentally in this space that's like vaguely post-kamino to just post-overhaul. that's my comfy cozy little status quo zone and i like it there a lot. so when this show necessarily, very legimately wants to move its plot and characters forward from that point, there is always a part of me that feels a little like someone just ripped a big wall off my favourite playhouse - it's a legitimate story development but also hey :/

that said! when i was looking ahead at the stuff i knew happened from the point after i stopped watching, i kind of thought "huh, it sure does seem to escalate pretty intensely and become Just All War after a certain point." and i kind of thought that perception might be a function of my knowledge being all from spoilers, bc naturally that will focus on big plot developments and leave out quieter in-between moments. but uh... nope! again i cannot be trusted with perceptions about pace but...my feeling when watching is very much that at a certain point horikoshi decided he was barreling this thing right to the finish line

and that's fair! a lot of what's going on here with this status quo shake-up is like the objectively competent storytelling move where you don't give the audience time to slow down so they're feeling the same sense of overwhelm and fear that the characters are. basically it's me not them but boy would i have liked...space. for characters to slow down and react and feel things.

2. midnight was fucking robbed

she was robbed!!! why even kill her if you aren't gonna give it...weight. i know she's a minor character but best jeanist is a minor character and i feel like his fakeout death was borderline given more screentime and gravity than midnight's real actual death. and i know this show isn't about aizawa but fuck!! she had a big big place in the young aizawa arc, she mattered! to mic and aizawa! they were friends for 15 years! and they just don't really...do anything with it. i feel like if they'd killed mic off there'd have been...something. something that wasn't here. and she's not that much more minor a character than mic

3. the dabi reveal ruled

we all knew but christ. dance with your son in hell! the wilder and more bloodthirsty he gets the more i'm here for it. go for it you funky little maniac. love that he was animated like a weird little marionette while talking about shouto being a puppet. it's genuinely impressive that even with 0% surprise factor this still hit so good. i'm rotating him in my head like a microwave

and i say often that this show is better at creating problems than solving them for me but it sure is good at creating problems like. that fucking house. the pressure cooker of misery. tiny little touya soaking it all in. harrowing

4. the thing where dabi is a foil for shouto does not hit for me

i know i just said a bunch of good things about the dabi stuff but. okay.

i was conceptually never here for the concept of endeavour redemption arc and i will say! i was at times pleasantly surprised. the ep that basically concludes that the best thing he can do for his family is to stay the fuck away from them had more maturity than i expected. and again i genuinely enjoy the drama! it's very good drama!

but there is just. something about the thing where dabi is specifically there to be like. this is what shouto needs to try not to turn into with his anger towards his father, this is the path that could lead him down that just... for me it rings too much like vilifying the anger of an abused child. after they went so hard and so explicit on the domestic abuse angle.

i'm not saying you can't tell good interesting and valuable stories about anger after abuse, and even about how it's easy to become consumed by hatred when you've been wronged and let that take away your future. probably this story is that for some people. it isn't for me.

5. i love mirio but the missed potential of his temporary quirklessness fucking haunts me

idk if i can even say more about this like. i love him. i was happy to see him again. i long ago accepted that this show will never dig into quirklessness in a way that would satisfy me (and yes i know about Future Events and will be pleasantly surprised if that proves me wrong). but i truly cannot get over the missed potential of doing nothingggggg with this character who explicitly had a power that only let him be an incredible hero because of WORK. and effort. and training. and then having him lose the power but not the work and effort and training, and then shoving him gently out of the narrative until he just gets the power back one day. when your protagonist grew up quirkless!!! the opportunity for reflection on that is so obvious!!

okay apparently i could say more about that. sorry. read pez dispenser debris

6. hawks man

i already yelled (positively) about the twice stuff last time but it's worth yelling again because fuck!! again it's wild to me that after actively encouraging and seeking out spoilers, i still managed not to know this. and it fucking hit. toga's line where she goes "if [heroes'] purpose is to save people, did they not think jin was a person?" hit so fucking hard i had to pause the episode and put my hand over my mouth and stare at the ceiling for a while. it's...genuinely damning

and i think they did a really incredible job building hawks' character to the point where he does this. like. it's one of those perfect tragedy things where you can see all the pieces spinning into place. make someone into a weapon and they're gonna draw blood.

and then as always. i just vibe way more with the creation of those problems than their solutions. i'm sure they will do at least a little more with hawks but. idk. i feel like horikoshi is so good at breaking stuff and then he kind of hastily glues it back together and i'm like wait please. the wreckage was so fascinating. fixing it would be so long and hard and also fascinating. this is what fanfiction is for probably

7. lady nagant!!

i knew nothing about her going in and i liked her a lot. the music worked so well, there's this one specific kind of circussy little riff that i liked almost as much as AFO's theme, my other fave piece of music from this show

and again it's like...genuinely damning! holy fuck! and i'm trying to just enjoy the parts where they launch extremely cutting criticisms of hero society without remembering that my vague amalgamation of spoiler knowledge suggests we will not be....doing a whole lot with that

8. iconic yellow scarf era of sadness! at last!

in some ways i am the ideal audience for this narrative and in other ways i am again hopelessly biased. bc i have been craving content that addresses the fact that my boy is like this for so long, but also it's so My Favourite Subject that i have seen done well so many times that i'm like...would anything ever really be enough for me, an addressing midoriya's self destruction guy for literally 5 years now

in my head i expected this arc to be izuku going fully rogue so i was surprised when this was like...a semi-sanctioned thing, at least at first. but makes sense so you can then build to him being basically totally rogue. and oof the build. i really liked the visuals! let my son be fucked up and scary and haunted

and god when he admits he can't go back because he is so scared. i feel like the mall scene hit way harder for me this rewatch because there are so many horrible aspects to it, but particularly the thing of looking at these people all around you and knowing if you cry out too loud they will all get hurt. and it will be your fault, if you can't bear it quietly enough. and you are fifteen fucking years old. so the moment at jaku when izuku looks around at all the evacuating civilians and you can see him realising that him being anywhere near them could doom them. because they're near you, and this person with impossibly destructive power wants You. you're next...that inversion. that pressure. i love him forever and ever...

9. i knew aizawa would not be in this arc but i felt his absence so keenly

like i know i know. he's a minor character. he was busy not having a leg anymore. but i would have killed a man for anyyyy kind of OFA reveal reaction/one of his kids running around the city with a target on his back from the world-ending villains reaction. please. please. i knew i wouldn't get it but i still wanted it very bad

[helplessautomaton]

I love amy AU

- wc: 1066 - tws: yandere, threats to reader (implied?), possessive hopefully i didnt go too soft as i fear i did but hey i tried and im still proud of it

Got this idea by spacexseven and oh my god the brain rot that i had for jouno’s part before actually writing it, i had sooo many ideas for him. Best read with a male reader but gn works as well.

Jouno:

Usually talking wasn't exactly your type, getting into drama even less so, but you can't help but overhear talks about a Jouno. Figuring that you won't ever actually talk to the man, you ignored all the sadist claims about him. Afterall it was none of your business, but you should’ve have been wary about the rumors. There were instances where you did see him in passing, a tiny smile on his face. Other than those times you weren't concerned when really you should have at least kept your guard up.

All it took to get your attention was a tap on your shoulder and a condescending smile that gave off a strong warning. To say it irked you would be an understatement. 

The conversation he started, began fairly casual, asking about what you were doing. This calamity quickly broke when he asked about your business with X, claiming that they were simply too busy to interact with strays. He also attatched vague threats while asking you questions moreso related about X. his smile getting ever so slightly bigger when you staggered back in a wave of uncomfortability. You had your best efforts to explain how it was for work and nothing more, you and X only having a lukewarm understanding of each other. It took a lengthy amount of unnerving silence and Jouno’s expressionless face to turn into a quiet hum from him. Putting up a hand to his chin in thought, until he asked you for more information on X and to take notes for him. Obviously not without poorly concealed threats about if you didn't comply those “rumors" would be tested out on you. 

At least you weren't dead or injured so you’ll take it to avoid being those two things in the near future.

He ended up forcing you to go to a cafe to meet up with him every other week, giving him the notes and briefly explaining what was in them. These notes were mainly audio based to make it easier for him, while you didn't mind doing it, he would complain about how you sounded in them. This was his favorite part of these meetings, making you stressed out and audibly groan at his complaints. Not to mention the degrading comments that came with the meetings. You attempt to say if he ever wanted to get with X the degrading comments had to go, he simply hummed in response, effectively ignoring you. He annoyed you to no end but you gained a little odd sense of pride noting everytime he would give a little smile towards your work.

Soon these meetups became more during the week, instead of 0-1 per week, it started to become 2-3 a week. These updates in schedule made you panic due to the notes you had to record for him, (you knew if you brought this up he’d just laugh cruelly at you).  

However, during this time period something strange started to happen with his attitude towards people around you, mainly any close friends near to you. Whisking you away from your friends because in his words “you’re supposed to be taking notes for me not getting distracted.” and overall trying to intimidate anyone that came close. 

You decided to ignore it since he was more focused on getting information and would not accept you slipping up. The only thing making you want to bash your head in was his sometimes cocky comments about how X should be glad he's seeking them out. Casually noting how he talked about them like an object at times, something he's gonna win, a prize. Overall despite this, you came to like Jouno as a person despite his odd moments of pride but you weren't one to judge after all. (The way he bluntly and sometimes rudely talks to X makes you heavily conflicted.) Sometimes he’d let you vent your own troubles while giving his own advice, be it in a more joking way. It made you loosen up your guard for him but it still felt off, knowing it would never be a proper friendship with the man.

The next time you two meet up, he buys your drink along with something else from the menu, claiming it was for all your hard work as of late. Jouno gave a genuine smile at your reaction towards his generosity. You gave him a small comment about how this would be a great start for X. This wasn't the right move apparently. He immediately tenses up, starts scolding you on how you weren't grateful for what he did for you and not X. After nervously drinking while avoiding Jouno's heavily annoyed expression, you were ready to leave. After a while he apologizes for his sudden outburst, saying he’d take your words into consideration. 

Eventually when you were close to him, he would ask if you could make the notes about yourself instead of X. it caught you off guard but you went along with it, agreeing to do so (it also cured the major headache about scraping for information about X). Sometimes when you were drinking, he'd reach over to your free hand and squeeze with enough pressure to make it hurt. Jouno was adoring the pained breaths that came out of your mouth along with your obvious pained reaction physically. The more degrading comments start to become more frequent while oddly being overly possessive of you. Yet you wanted to continue being ignorant and think he's just being stressed over his own work and future with X. he visited you everyday he could, smiling every time you’d look his way. But this has its downside, driving away anyone who dared try to talk or engage with you about anything.

Then it came full circle, you needed to talk to X about something related to your actual work. You hadn't noticed Jouno following you. Getting a few sentences in before you’re engulfed by Jouno’s arms around your waist. 

X was tensed up, unwilling to look your way, the air became eerily strained.

“Darling, what are you doing talking to strays that aren't worth our time?” 

A/N, i hope those last words work but im willing to change them later down the line if i ever add this into a compilation if i continue to do I Love Amy au's

like i said i hope i didnt go too soft here

[homestuckreplay]

Webcomics at Day 100 #6: 1/0

Pages read: 8/27/2000 - 5/26/2003; 1,003 pages; all of it

Reason for selection: This is the first webcomic I was ever personally into, although I didn’t read it until long after it finished. It’s an extended philosophical discussion between the author and their characters, with no fourth wall and total awareness of the medium.

Original run: Updated daily for exactly 1,000 strips (plus three April Fools guest strips), then stopped forever. Author Mason Williams continues to make other, unrelated webcomics.

Content warnings: Lots, and I can’t guarantee I caught them all. These may not reflect the author’s views today, as I haven’t yet read his more recent works, but might affect how enjoyable 1/0 is for present-day readers.

One rape joke

Occasional use of slurs

Frequent misogyny, gender essentialism, and objectification of women

Antisemitic character tropes

Occasional racist and Islamophobic jokes

Occasional homophobic jokes

Lesbian character who ends up in a heterosexual relationship

Heavy focus on Christian theology and morality

Overall thoughts:

1/0 is a comic about the entire lifespan of a universe on the smallest scale imaginable. The universe is created on page one, and destroyed on page 1,000. It is composed of a single landmass – the corpse of a bear – in and endless, empty horizon. A total of twelve characters live here at some point, explore the meaning of life and death, and eventually, leave. These characters are one human man, one rib, one eyeball, three molecules, one atom, one earthworm, one strawman, two golems and a running gag. Almost as soon as the laws of the universe have been established, its end is foretold. The characters know it is coming, are aware of the comic, and have 1,000 strips to live the best life they can.

In concept, I think it’s really, really beautiful. In its execution, I have more mixed feelings.

The concept of the Fourth Wall is used throughout 1/0 as a metaphor for atheism. Early in the comic, the characters request a fourth wall, which is installed for a week (a ‘4’ in the corner of the panel signifies this). It ends up being a failure. Later, a character (Marcus) is so upset at the death of his son – perhaps caused by the author – that he loses faith in him and gains a personal fourth wall (indicated by a tiny ‘4’ in each eye). Some characters accept his different views while others try to convert him, but he is constantly positioned as the fool for not seeing the greater truth of the author, readers, panels and strip.

Of course, in 1/0, the author can be conclusively proven, and talked to directly like a friend or mentor (his speech bubbles are the rectangular text blocks, and all characters can hear them). The metaphor is imperfect. Taken in a vacuum, it’s reasonable for the comic to criticize Marcus’ objectively wrong interpretation. Taken as a piece of media written in a Christian-dominant society where alternative religious views are actively and legally discriminated against, it’s uncomfortable, no matter Williams’ intentions. And while Williams, on his personal website, claims to respect other viewpoints (including atheism), he also says that ‘the goals behind atheistic morality will always have an air of arbitrariness that religious moralities transcend’ (2002), a statement I don't agree with that's very telling about the ideology he brings to the story.

The 1/0 characters invent basic concepts of modern Western society, such as ‘personal property’ (the only possession in the strip is one hat), 'workers' strikes' (against the author!), ‘units of measurement’, ‘the justice system’, ‘supply and demand economics’, ‘copyright law’, and even – accidentally – ‘top surgery’. (Even though it’s unintentional, the trans representation is not bad for 2001 – the author’s ‘no girls in the strip til I get a girl’ that precedes it is far more questionable).

But the characters also have a working, yet incomplete knowledge of Earth via the author. They know what Portland and the CN Tower are, and one character can even recite poetry, but they’re more familiar with the surface trappings of Earth than with its complexities. What they know is sometimes inconsistent and is generally dictated by the logic of ‘what makes an interesting strip?’

1/0 also establishes other fictional universes – early on, the characters portal into the universe of different webcomics, and later, they organize an ‘impressions’ contest where they pretend to be other authors' characters. The laws governing other webcomics, and their differences to 1/0’s laws, are discussed. In this way, Williams has an excuse to organically link to other comics he’s reading, promoting those authors’ works and acknowledging his influences, which is pretty delightful in an early internet way.

I think the overall question 1/0 is asking is, ‘what if God was a benevolent kindergarten teacher?’ The author – whose in-strip character and online persona is known as Tailsteak – spends much of his time patiently explaining basic moral lessons to the characters, who have just come into existence, and don’t have a pre-existing society or ethics system to work within. At times the author scolds characters for their views – one character, Junior, is designated ‘the evil one’, expresses problematic opinions, and feuds with the other characters and author.

In the moment, he’s told that he’s wrong, but he ultimately doesn't face serious consequences. In the end, the characters leave the comic for the human world, and the author gives Junior arguably the easiest life of everyone – a football scholarship to a college where he’ll be in a position of privilege and won’t have to worry about money. This is the last in a series of apologies from the author for forcing the character into the evil archetype early on, but Junior has never really stopped being an asshole. His ending gives him a chance to be evil all over again, only this time with free will. In this way the comic legitimizes human social dynamics, where physically strong and emotionally immature white men are offered forgiveness and unearned success while others are not.

I'm focusing on the negatives, but I overall like this comic a lot. It's filled with moments that are emotionally satisfying, contemplative, unexpected, and funny. Reading this in the present day as a marginalized and non-Christian person leaves me really intrigued by most of what it's doing, and wishing its ideas were explored without the accompanying prejudices. There's other works that do that, of course, but I haven't yet found one with the charming simplicity of this one - and even if I find it, I won't be able to go back in time and make it important to my younger self the way this was.

Relevance to Homestuck: [ooc - contains spoilers for Act 5]

1/0 is a creation myth. It explores what it takes to make a universe – can anyone simply say ‘once upon a time, there was a universe in which everyone was happy, the end’ and create one, over and over? If so, does what happens in that universe mean anything, if there’s no nuance or complexity to its existence?

Although 1/0's world is on a tiny scale and Homestuck deals with the entirety of reality, they’re asking the same metaphysical questions about stories and existence. Do characters have feelings and experiences outside of what is seen by an audience? Can a character be ‘duplicated’ from one universe into another, and if so, do they know about the other versions of themself? What does it mean to have free will or your own personality when you're a character in a story? What happens if an all powerful figure who isn’t the original creator tries to take control of the comic?

1/0 just barely experiments with art style and medium, dipping its toe into the ocean Homestuck would leap into.. Williams admits he ‘[wasn’t] as adventurous with 1/0 as [he] could have been’, a choice that was partly intentional - but there are moments when he invites guest contributors, draws in somebody else’s style, or turns the comic into an RPG and rolls for a character’s action. In a stylistic parallel, each 1/0 character types in a unique font that represents their personality, giving their speech a sort of ‘quirk’.

Finally, both Homestuck and 1/0 could be read as a metaphor for the birth and growth of the internet, for spending your adolescence online and then leaving to enter the ‘real world’. In 2002 Williams said the following about spending his time online, which may or may not intentionally parallel his characters’ experiences in the comic, but feels poetic either way.

‘I get to be here as this new world cools from its primeval fires. I get to watch and, in some small way, participate in the infancy of a radical new society. Life is changing, and I get to be here in the middle of it.’

Continue reading? I reread the whole comic in two evenings. Despite my problems with it, I will probably return to it in another decade for a third read.

[ncity-agere]

P1harmony as littles please

A/N: i absolutely LOVE piwon asks!! of course!!

Keeho: Oh boy. So… so Keeho is an interesting one because… yeah. He likes very stereotypically boyish things (dinosaurs, playing in the mud, playing with toy cars) when he’s tiny and regresses to around 5 years old. He probably found regression during some sort of Twitter discourse, let’s be honest here -and though it was worth a shot.

This kiddo sometimes gets an attitude, but he doesn’t mean anything by it. Little Keeho is slowly getting used to the feeling of being little again, this time without having to share everything with siblings. He’ll also throw things if he gets upset but feels really bad about it after being scolded. Says sorry and gives lots of hugs afterwards, please reassure him that it’s okay and everyone makes mistakes or he’ll obsess over it all day :(

Theo: Soft-spoken and tiny, Taeyang is the sweetest baby ever. He regresses to anywhere between 2 and 7. He’s agreeable and listens well, doesn’t fuss too much, and likes a fair amount of affection. He, however, hates to be smothered!

He’s really a sweetheart but sometimes he has angry outbursts, so do with that what you will.

Jiung: To be honest, Jiung’s sort of hard for me to place (which is so strange considering he’s my special little guy, I adore him so). I think Jiung regresses the most often out of the group and probably regresses somewhere between 0-4 years old. He’s a lil’ awkward and isn’t very good at interacting with others while regressed, even people he knows. He’s got such a sweet, kind heart though and often finds or makes gifts for his friends and likes interacting with animals.

Please feed him or he will forget to eat or remind you that he’s hungry. He just gets so into whatever he’s doing that he forgets to take care of himself.

Also!! Stimmy baby!! If he’s excited or frustrated he does, in fact, flap his hands. It helps a lot, he can’t help it. Personal opinion, I think he might be neurodivergent y’all.

It’s Jiung. I mean, look at him.

Intak: He’s such a curious kid, probably regresses between 5-6. He likes to play games outdoors and asks lots and lots of questions. This kiddo is very friendly with others and is very affectionate. I’m talking, he likes to cling to others and not let go. Hugs are an absolute must for little Intak.

Intak’s a simple soul. Feed him small cuts of grilled meat or dino nuggies and sit him in front of a movie and he’s pretty much content.

Soul: Shota is almost completely nonverbal in little space and often age dreams, not regresses. He has his adult state of mind but lets himself loose and lets his babie side out in his behaviors. Shota climbs on things, raids the cabinet underneath the sink for chemicals, and takes lots of daily naps, just normal baby things. He also likes gnawing on things, it’s calming for him. And by things, I mean clothing, other people, stuffies, and potentially dangerous objects.

I think he floats somewhere around babyspace but can’t fully regress into it. And that’s okay, we love and cherish him lots and lots <3

Jongseob: Smiley baby! Jongseob loves being called cute nicknames, likes drawing and doing art projects, and loves yapping and talking to anyone who will listen. He’s cheerful and likes to do parkour off of furniture and stairs, which leads to many, many knee scrapes and boo-boos. Oh no!

I think he only regresses when he’s comfortable with the people around him. Probably hangs out around the age of 5, like Keeho does.

Also, slightly brainrotted. He will repeat anything and everything -especially stupid meme audios he’s heard lately. The attention span of a goldfish. Someone save him.

[satoriberry]

IMMOVABLE OBJECT VS. UNSTOPPABLE FORCE(S); WHICH ONE OF THEM WINS? THAT'S RIGHT. LOVE!! - tokimitsu aoshi

-`♡´- resume: the laws of physics can not be disobeyed. unless your friends feel like doing so. then you can twist them as much as you like.

-`♡´- heads up: so much cutie patootieness omg its toki my love my angel my babygirl he was made for me i want to marry him i want to protect him i need to KISS HIM THESE ARENT EVEN WARNINGS ANYMORE. reader has hair (type not specified). takes place during chapter 150 shibuya outing (aka bestest chapter ong) in the uhhh the arcade!! :D very toki-centric (95% his POV)!! btw this scenario is soooo unserious i had fun with this ngl

-`♡´- berry's note: omg i love aoshi so much he's my everything <333 he's so.....*dreamily sighs* you people DO NOT GET IT!!!! HE'S EVERYTHING FOR ME HES MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

you were so beautiful. so fucking beautiful.

he felt like a creep staring at you like this from afar but any closer and he'll most definitely regurgitate the black coffee he had earlier.

you weren't aware of him, both a sad and convenient thing. you seemed to be having a really fun conversation with your friends, boldly talking with exaggerated body language. you looked like the fun kind; the kind of person to tell a joke that'll have everybody choking, punching each other's arms and coughing. the kind of person he wants to be. or be with. it depends really.

he assumed you'd said something mind-boggling because right after saying it, your friends collectively gasped with varying levels of amusement. that made him snap out of his rêverie and go back to watching four of his friends display a concerning lack of rhythm at DDR, while the others winced or held in their laughter.

well, he was in no lack of bustling conversations himself, what with the rivals-turned-friends that he's currently with. still, it doesn't soothe the ache in his heart. the ache to be sociable, spontaneous, easy-going, calm, funny, witty or even just uncaring if that meant not being constantly on edge about everything.

gazing at his friends, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. they were all essentially... perfect.

reo - who was stomping arrows with 0 coordination - was the blueprint of the ideal human, yukimiya and aryu looked like magazine cover features in the making, nagi possessed this aura of nonchalance that really sticks with you, and bachira could say anything and everything with zero shame or regret. he didn't have any of that. and he hated that.

he hated himself for that. and he hated that others probably disliked him for the same reasons.

"ahhhh, come on, no negativity. now's not the time," mumbling to himself, he placed his hands on either side of his face, slightly smushing his cheeks, adding some adorableness to his somewhat sombre expression. he turned his head back to you. you had started a game of air hockey with your friends and from where you were standing, he could admire you even better.

the benefit that came with being quiet is being discreet, and that allowed him to notice a number of tiny things about you. your rapidly changing expressions, your eyes (that he had come to be particularly fond of in the last 4 minutes) that darted in all directions to catch the puck and the habit you had of readjusting your bag's strap across your torso. was it a tic? he wondered if you two shared any negative qualities, thinking it'll help him feel more normal, then realised that's a horrible way of thinking about a pretty stranger.

he started to beat himself mentally, punishing his brain and imagination for trying to ruin your possibly perfect character; you didn't deserve that. he didn't deserve to be thinking about you like this, you probably had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or just someone in your life that'll laugh at a loser like him for wanting to imagine a chance with you.

he heard the game-over buzzer of the air hockey machine start to sound out. you and your friend lost, and the winning pair declared a rematch. he watched you and your group talk a bit before they all started to walk away. they were heading towards the token machine to get some more, and you stayed to look after the bags they had left on the floor. pulling out your phone, you started scrolling through your gallery to waste time.

you looked so peaceful, he so badly wanted to know what you were thinking of. for no particular reason, just to have an inner scope into your brain. hands still on his face, he gazed at your tranquil being through his thick lashes as his head was still a bit lowered. he probably looked a little silly like this, like a kindergartener ("tokimitsu!") admiring his first crush playing in mud ("hey tokimitsu!"), but you made him feel so many butterflies by just ("tokimitsu?") being ther-

"TOKIMITSU!!" "AH!? WHAT? WHAT IS IT? I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!". he apologized for... nothing in particular to karasu, who had an unnerved expression plastered on his face, and next to him stood yukimiya with one eyebrow raised. he could see from his peripheral view that reo, bachira, isagi and otoya were almost done with their round of DDR.

"DUDE? CAN YOU ANSWER WHEN WE CALL YO-" "karasu, stop yelling. we're in public." "suck my dick. anyway, are you okay, man? what were you looking at?". tokimitsu didn't respond to that, stuttering, "haaa, it's nothing really. just lost in my thoughts. hehe," but his eyes betrayed him by darting in your direction against his will, making the two boys follow his line of sight.

karasu immediately started to chuckle with a bewildered expression. "tokimitsu, were you CHECKING OUT that girl? i didn't know you had it in you. i have to say, dude, i'm proud of you. you're finally turning into a man."

with a newfound sense of shame, tokimitsu started to defend his image, replying, "c-checking her out? no, i-i-i was just admiring her. I MEAN! no. i wasn't staring at her. she's just a girl y'know- NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING TO BE JUST A NORMAL PERSON. I DON'T KNOW HER, I SWEAR. I MEAN....". of course, any person with eyes could see that he was totally fibbing. behind them, the other guys started to group around the three after hearing the words "tokimitsu" and "checking out" and "girl". it's just those things that you NEVER hear in the same sentence.

bachira was the first to join in on the fun, asking, "what's going on?" "NOTHI-" "SHUT UP YOU! guys. form a circle."

with a strong shove, tokimitsu was pushed aside by karasu who forced everyone into a circle where he was clearly mumbling god knows what in a mischievous manner. after a few moments and a couple nods, like a hivemind, they all raised their heads and looked at him with something peculiar in their eyes.

he didn't like that. not even a bit.

"umm, what's going on?," he inquired timidly, feeling that nothing good was about to happen. karasu was the first to move towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder with his head down. "we're sorry for everything." confused, tokimitsu stared at him with an almost innocent sort of confusion. "huh." "nagi, bachira, yukimiya. do your thing."

before tokimitsu could register what's going on, he felt 6 arms wrap around his torso and both arms. following that, otoya and reo joined, placing their hands on his chest and stomach to push him backwards in a combined effort. to say he was lost and and confused was an understandment. why were they dragging him away like a captive?

then it dawned on him. they're trying to drag him to you.

they're forcing him to speak to you.

in the microsecond that this realisation hit him, he immediately forced his feet into the ground and tried to slip his arms out of their grasp, which, considering just how jacked he was, proved quite easier than expected. their grip on him started to falter but they seemed to persevere, desperately trying to make this work. grunting, they doubled the force and accelerated their movements, forcing him to take backward steps. when he noticed that the DDR machines were leaving his sight, that's when the panic really started to settle in.

"COME ON GUYS, JUST LET ME GO! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! I DON'T WANT THIS, JUST PLEASE, LET ME GO, I'M BEGGING!," he began to somewhat shriek while grabbing at their sleeves or their hands and trying to rid himself of them with no avail. "NO! WE'RE DOING THIS FOR YOU!" "BUT I CAN'T, I DON'T WANT IT."

on any normal day, you would've waited for your friends with no concerns or worries in the world, but when there's a group of boys hauling another boy in what seemed to be your exact direction, you assumed you had to be ready for whatever was about to happen. however, a blue haired boy speedwalked from behind and past them, reaching you in a few seconds' time. he stuck out his hand, you understood he wanted to shake yours.

reciprocating the gesture, he shook your hand and spoke, "karasu tabito. no time for formalities. okay, see, here's the thing," he swiftly put his arm around your back and obliged you to look at tokimitsu being held captive and inching closer to you. "ya' see that guy? the one with the blue backpack? yeah, exactly, the one with the red and green sweater. see, he sooo has the hots for you, he thinks you're really pretty. but unfortunately, he's too much of a coward to do anything so we're delivering him to you. do with that what you will."

he removed his arm and placed them on his hips, watching his mastermind plan come to fruition. you, on the other hand, got the gist of what's going on but you couldn't exactly say you weren't still lost. after some more yelling and resisting, the five guys managed to displace tokimitsu and have him right in front of you. turning him around so he would be face forward, he promptly stopped his movements after seeing that you were right there. right in front of him. gazing at him with confusion but very bright amusement.

he felt his mouth dry up, words stuck at back of his throat with no way of coming out. not in these conditions, not after you watched him get hauled like some freak. karasu winked at him before heading off, followed by the others who gave him thumbs up and whisper-yelled encouraging words.

you watched them leave, then turned your head to gaze at tokimitsu, taking in the redness of his face and the shock in his green, doe eyes. they were really mesmerising. you gave him a grin with your eyebrows raised. "hey."

that simple word made him crumble, sending him into overdrive. your voice was sweeter than anything he had imagined it to be. he tried to muster the courage to speak but miserably failed, stuttering and falling over nonsensical syllables. he gave up in no time, burying his face in his hands, closing his eyes and imagining himself elsewhere far, far away.

he expected you to snarl and ditch him or to even spit harsh words for wasting your time like this. but you did none of those.

he felt a few gentle taps on one of his hands, compelling him to peer at you through his fingers. you wore a good-natured smile on your face, looking content rather than annoyed. "i get it, really. i get super anxious over certain things too. but your friend already told me about what you want to say to me."

oh oh. that couldn't be good. he pressed his hands further into his skin without looking away, waiting for the oncoming rejection and getting turned down.

"you're really cute yourself. and handsome. whichever you like more. could you give me your hand?"

was this real? were you real? no. you had to be an angel of some sort. mindlessly removing both hands from his face and sticking one out, he watched as you took out a ballpoint pen from your bag's outer pocket and scribbled something on his palm.

you lifted your eyes and spoke, "my LINE username. we'll talk on there. is that okay with you?," he retracted his hand to read your handle, noticing the smiley next to where you scribbled. he nodded shyily, not closing his palm so he doesn't sweat off his only method of reconnecting with you. you graced him with another toothy grin before turning around to see your friends waving at you. ah. you had to leave.

you spun around to look at him one last time, waving and taking slow steps backwards. noticing that, he finally uttered his first words to you, "w-wait! what's...what's your name?," determined to put a name on your perfect being. your smile grew a bit more, then you answered, "(last name). (last name) (first name). and you are?"

"tokimitsu. tokimitsu a-aoshi."

"well then, i'll learn more about you later, tokimitsu. bye!" you spun on your foot, speedwalking to where your friends stood. he watched you tell them something that made them all look up and peer at him, then giggle in a very teenage girl fashion, before exiting the arcade, you with them.

tokimitsu stood for a few more seconds before staring down at the palm you had previously gripped with your tender hands. the reality of what just took place hit him harder than anything, the astonishment he was feeling not helping his heart's dangerous rhythm.

he didn't hesitate to immediately copy your LINE user on a piece of paper, since he could never underestimate his sweaty palms. rewriting it, he found himself imitating you and drawing a fun doodle next to your username. except, he didn't draw a smiley like you did.

he drew a heart instead.

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-`♡´- berry's post-writing note: TOKIMITSUUUUUUUUUU YOU ARE MY EVERYTHINGGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHHH THE THINGS I WOULD FOR YOUUU and to you hehehe ANYWAYYYYYYY hope you guys enjoyed reading this cause i enjoyed writing this bitch ong i COOKED and if you guys don't think so uhhhhh skill issue i love anything that has to do with tokimitsu aoshi!! born march 21st favourite food eel doesn't like cream-based foo- BTW IF you're thinking "hmmm reader was supposed to play a rematch HAHAHA IMPLICIT PLOT POINT: your friends were like "fuck it we dont want that anymore call reader over so we can dip" HAHAHAHA YOU DIDNT EXPECT THAT DID YOU!!