#to the trio is so bizarre like

[cherrysjjkhellhole]

Oc #1 (Main)— Yuma Itadori!

-Little Miss Non-Sorcerer..right..?

-Could see curses since young, but had no cursed energy.

-No cursed energy, no cursed techniques. Just herself, a crowbar and a bundle of inner fury waiting to be unleashed.

-Lucky like a cat, energetic like a chihuahua.

-Took after Kaori in appearance, someone had to

-14 year old who ran away from Sendai in search of Yuji, met Kaito and Eden on the way—They accompanied her.

-Three weird teenagers out in the streets of Japan being absolutely deranged and either fighting or running for their lives from curses.

[jojolightningfingers]

i truly truly will never stop being tickled by how law's braincell count just plummets into the negatives whenever he's around luffy and kid SPECIFICALLY at the same time. like if it's one or the other he copes more or less just fine. kid's a shit-starter but he's predictable and easy (and fun) to rile up. luffy runs on baffling logic but he's fundamentally easy to get along with so long as you maintain your zen and understand that he usually doesn't MEAN to get under anybody's skin. separately they aggravate law in different ways. but when they're together kid's penchant for starting dickswinging contests (or inability to not take the bait of one) collides with luffy unhesitatingly answering with a one-up that no sane person would conceive of and what the hell is law supposed to do against THAT fuckin wombo combo. get left behind and called a bitch for it? not goddamn LIKELY!!

[just-a-normal-regretter]

Totally forgot to post that I've been updating this quite a bit haha. I'm going to link chapter 4 but yes, I've made decent progress and plan to have updates for this particular fic on the weekends

Also thinking about setting up the general "odd-shots" fic so I can test the waters with my other ideas. See how they come out in drabbles, if I want to continue them further, etc. Don't want to get too caught up in trying to juggle a ton at once though, just wanna keep The Trio Are AI going as the main one for now.

Thanks for reading either way though o7

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 4

Part 3

(Tim POV! This is a long one 😅)

 Tim almost has it. He's so close to cracking this file he can fucking taste it. He's been fighting this thing for two weeks. It's the most incomprehensible and infuriating code he's ever faced off against, which is fitting considering who gave it to them.

The engineer. THEIR engineer. The engineer they didn't ask for and Tim still isn't sure how they got, and the single biggest mystery in Tim's fucking life right now.

See, a significant amount of Bat gadgets at this point are Tim's brainchildren. He imagines them, he designs them, he workshops and tests them.

A few months ago, he'd had a pouch on his utility belt full of experimental pellets meant for slowing down fleeing vehicles. They were designed to break when run over and the compound inside would expand into durable, sticky foam that would ensnare tires.

He'd tested them in the cave.

He had not been prepared to take one hit to that side and have to frantically divest himself of that pouch before he became Gotham's latest foam based cryptid. 

His family had laughed themselves silly at him even as he broke off in pursuit of the drug runners he'd been fighting.

When Tim had doubled back expecting a mess to clean up and pellets to rework? It had been gone. All of it. The foam, the pellets, the pouch of his utility belt.

A serious problem, because who knows who got their hands on that?

Then it had shown back up.

That is to say, Gordon had called them because he found a pouch with a note labeled ‘for Red Robin’ sitting on the stand of the Bat Signal and didn't dare touch it.

After making sure it wasn't a bomb or some kind of biological weapon, Tim had opened the pouch - his own belt pouch - and found pellets. New pellets. Different pellets.

The note just read, “As funny as that was to watch, I fixed them for you. No more premature sploogage on the job. :3 P.S. here's a recipe for solution to dissolve future intentional discharges.”

They'd been right, too. The new pellets were tested (in case THEY were a bomb or biological weapon) and they'd been just strong enough to safely transport but still break when under the pressure of tires. Even the foam was more effective, and the spray Tim synthesized from that stupid recipe had worked like a dream.

What. The fuck.

This person not only improved his design and came up with a dissolution agent from scratch in days, they'd been watching without him knowing and made off with the original pellets without anyone noticing.

This was either a rogue in the making or someone they wanted on their side, and either way they needed to be found.

So Tim had done the obvious.

He'd put together a lockbox of money for the product they'd been given, loaded it with no less than ten (10) bat trackers and a note thanking their mysterious benefactor and requesting to meet up. He'd exploded a foam pellet on a rooftop and left the box on it in the hopes they'd notice and find it, then hung around far enough to not be seen and close enough to beat feet as soon as the trackers started moving. 

They did not start moving. They all went offline simultaneously. 

Tim has never moved so fast in his life, and yet by the time he got to the rooftop there was a pile of foam and nothing else. Not even a trace of whoever took the lockbox.

The next day, there was a ping of one (1) tracker that led them to a note thanking him for the money, refusing to meet, and asking if they'd considered certain improvements to their grapples with schematics for said designs.

Thus started the most bizarre and infuriating chase through notes, money, helpful designs and disappearing trackers Tim has ever been a part of.

Last time, the engineer had left them a USB stick and a note claiming that since they really wanted to know about him so bad, they could have the information on the USB if they could crack the encryption on the zip file inside.

Obviously they screened heavily for viruses or backdoors, but long story short Tim has been trying to crack the fucking thing for two weeks and refuses to let Oracle help. It's personal. It's a matter of pride. 

He could swear the code itself has actively been sabotaging his attempts to hack it, which is, you know. Impossible. 

Ping!

Tim blinks, looking over at the map on another monitor of the Bat computer. 

“Motherfucker-”

He taps into Duke’s comms. This is the first time this has ever happened during the day shift, he wasn't expecting it.

“Signal! I need you on the roof of the warehouse on the corner of Fifth and Everest - a tracker just came online.”

Another thing that infuriates Tim. You can't just turn Bat trackers on and off. They're activated, and then they either stay active or they're destroyed. They can't be turned off and then reactivated.

And fucking yet.

Duke groans, but his own tracker starts making its way in that direction.

“Dude. He's gonna be long gone by the time I get there. He always is.”

“He can't run from me forever,” Tim insists. “I'm almost in this damn file, and I am going to find him and dangle him off a roof from his ankles for giving us this runaround, so help me God.”

“Uh huh,” Duke deadpans. “Sure you are. I'm almost there, and- oh look! A note. What a surprise!”

Tim hears Duke touch down on the rooftop, eyes on the code on his screen while his brother clears his throat and reads aloud.

“Ahem- ‘Good morning, sunshine!’ - guess that's me - ‘I hear some bats and birds have been murdering tires at an alarming rate with the way they drive their bikes-’”

Tim freezes. He's not listening anymore.

“Signal.”

“‘- and that just can't be good for business. Nobody wants a bald tire ruining a chase. So boy do I have the thing for you-”

“Signal!”

“What?”

“I got it.”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I cracked his file. I got it.”

Tim is staring, wide eyed and full of a mixture of elation and trepidation at the contents of the zip file. It's a single text file titled, ‘Wow! You did it!’

“Oh, shit? Well? What's in it?”

Tim swallows, mouse hovering over the file. He takes a deep breath, then double clicks.

The file opens.

Tim blinks.

“Red Robin? What's in it?”

Tim scrolls slowly down, disbelief and horror dawning across his face. “Oh my God.”

“What? Come on, man, talk to me.”

Tim scrolls further.

“Oh. My God.”

“Red? Red Robin, you're scaring me, man.”

Tim puts his face in his hands. Voice muffled, he responds.

“Duke.”

“...Red? You okay?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It's the entire Bee Movie script.”

Silence reigns for a solid five seconds before Duke breaks and descends into raucous, hysterical laughter.

Even muffled by his own hands, Tim's scream of rage scares the bats in the cave into a tizzy.

Part 5

Masterpost

[luffydotcom]

perfect pairs

synopsis: sharing their personalities/behaviours/traits feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) + ace and law warnings: mention of alcohol (zoro), smoking (sanji), and reader has narcolepsy (ace)

notes: guys, which character do you resemble the most? cuz writing this had me thinking about that. for me it's gotta be THE monkey d. luffy himself

luffy

luffy is thrilled to find someone who is like him in every way. his personality is so unpredictable and unique, a guy like him being hard to find. it stuns him just how perfectly you're able to match his energy!

like luffy, you never hesitate to speak out whatever is on your mind at any given moment, much to the shock (and sometimes annoyance) of others. your blunt honesty (combined with luffy's) often results in hilarious moments that often can get you both into trouble.

much like the gluttonous captain, you also have a never-ending appetite, giving luffy competition at the dinner table. you both wolf down food at such speed that chopper has to urge you to calm down for your own health and safety. at mealtimes, it's a race between you and luffy at the dinner table. and of course, sanji has to work twice as hard now (the poor fella).

luffy's goofy and unserious demeanour is reciprocated with your own, as you both are constantly laughing together at even the silliest of things. he appreciates how you have the same sense of humour and never fail to crack a joke at the right moment, often without meaning to, and that you don't take life too seriously.

zoro

zoro is stunned at how you share so many similarities with him; he has to hide that he secretly enjoys having someone who understands him and how he operates.

by now, the crew are accustomed to zoro's endless napping, however he wasn't aware you also shared this same habit. he was surprised one afternoon when he was about to retreat to his usual napping spot against the ship railing, only to find you had beat him to it. the first few times, he was admittedly a little annoyed, but after, he was impressed.

just like zoro, you share his tendency to get lost almost anywhere. he couldn't miss how your eyebrows furrowed trying to understand a map, or how you often confused your lefts and rights. well, not that he could particularly tell the difference himself - but at least he wasn't the only one now.

when it comes to drinking, you're the perfect match for zoro - which he doesn't mind as he does love a bit of healthy competition. he's surprised to see you outdrink almost everyone in the crew, often leaving you two the last ones not fully wasted after a party. some nights end with you both talking over drinks at the table surrounded by bottles and shot glasses.

your strong, reserved and aloof nature is just like zoro's, which unsettles him initially, because just can't believe how much your personality mirrors his own. he takes careful notice to how you prefer showing your care through actions rather than words - a type of love language he fully understands.

sanji

sanji is amazed at how alike you both are - like two peas in a pod. he loves that he has someone who is like a mirror of him in the best ways, it's really fun!

sanji is surprised to find that you are a huge flirt, just like him. you have no issues walking up to someone you find attractive and shooting your shot (although you are much more successful than him in that area). your flirty and amorous personality also causes you to frequently flirt with him instead of him with you... which he definitely isn't against.

unfortunately, you do have a bit of a smoking habit yourself just like sanji. sanji doesn't worry about himself because for whatever bizarre reason, it seems to never affect his health, but he can't help but fret over you when he sees you take out a cigarette. although, since you smoke yourself, you'll light his cigarette for him from time to time and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

like sanji, you happen to also be a good cook, which has him swooning over you as it means you're the perfect partner to help in the kitchen. although you may not be at the same skill level as him, he's always open to your ideas and suggestions on food, and he indulges that he finally has someone who he can cook with.

above all, your kind-hearted and caring personality matches that of sanji's - he can't miss how you care deeply about the crew and would go above and beyond for their happiness, including his, and it never fails to warm his heart.

ace

seeing how much in common you have with ace is the best feeling - it feels like having an inseparable best friend and lover at the same time.

you're a little narcoleptic like ace is - falling asleep without control unpredictably. however, he's always at your side every time to make sure you're alright and safe from harm since it happens to him just as much.

like ace, you're very well-mannered. he can't help but notice the similarity between you both with how you treat others. you always remain polite and respectful, never missing a 'thank you', after a favour of any kind, and you're always quick to apologise after an accident or mistake. and aside from that, your etiquette is near next to perfect.

despite this, ace admires just how assertive (and even stubborn) you can be like him, especially when it comes to your friends or family. you never hesitate to stand up to anybody who threatens or insults the people you care for, and it makes him smile as he sees a little of himself in you.

law

this is exactly what law's wanted. finally he won't have to worry about someone bothering him or being a nuisance since you fully understand how that can be.

like law, you have a natural curiosity and desire to learn about the unknown. although he has his own goals and you have yours, you both want to uncover truth hiding behind mystery and won't stop until you find answers, especially when it comes to your identity and who you are.

he appreciates your intelligence and perceptiveness which he also shares, as not only does it prove useful in tough situations, but also that he's found someone who thinks in the same way he does. you approach conflict or fights using your intellect and don't rush into things without thinking them through. when putting your heads together, he's much easily able to think of a solution to a problem.

law is used to dealing with crazy antics almost all the time, especially after forming an alliance with the straw hats. however, you're not on the crazy side, instead more calm and reserved like he is. it makes him feel less alone when having to put up with well... everybody.

© luffydotcom

[stevie-petey]

hi hi i was just wondering you could maybee do a blurb between s3-4 of bug, robin, and steve having a sleepover or smth?? i just miss this trio and their dynamic so bad and i love how u write all of them as best friends.. platonic soulmates stobin is so serious to me and having bug be a part of that is so special

anon i giggled reading this request because its just so cutie <333

enjoy !

"can you pass me the popcorn?"

you hand the bowl over to robin, eyes never leaving the tv screen before you. grease is playing and you take sandy very seriously. "here you go."

"thanks, pretty girl."

you hum at robins praise, resting your head on her shoulder, warm and content. steves dad always insists on having the house run warm and the thick heat always drapes over you softly during especially late nights.

"why do you always call y/n 'pretty girl'?"

robin nearly chokes on her popcorn with how fast you turn to look at steve. "excuse me?"

"i-"

"oh, harrington." robin cackles. "need a shovel to finish burying that dead body of yours?"

"i-i mean youre gorgeous, y/n." he sits up on the couch, eyes wide and panicked. "like, the most beautiful woman ive ever seen and-"

"and yet robin calling me a pretty girl is bizarre enough to warrant questioning?" you cross your arms, movie long forgotten.

steve blanches. "no! thats-thats not how i meant it-"

"i call you pretty girl because you are a pretty girl, y/n." robin twirls your hair with her fingers, leaning in so close to you that her breath fans your skin. she kisses your cheek, loud and dramatic, and you giggle. "see? such a pretty girl, despite what steve may say."

"youre in my house, buckley."

"and yet im also in y/n's heart."

you squish your face against robins, pulling her into your side and reveling in her soft curves and lemon-y scent. "you live in my heart, robin."

steve lunges towards the two of you, a scowl on his face. "alright, break it up."

robin puckers her lips and blows air at him in retaliation and you weakly try to bat him off of you, though really your body molds to his hands and youre water underneath his touch. steve easily throws you over his shoulder and stands, causing you to screech in terror, as he laughs at you.

"any more snippy remarks?" he runs around the room, your head knocking against his hips as your feet kick at his head.

you pound at his skin, desperate to wring yourself out of his grasp yet cautious of the hardwood floor beneath you. "put me down!"

"not until your heart lets me in!"

"that doesnt even make any sense!"

"too bad!"

robin gets up from the couch and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. she ties the ends across her neck, draping the rest behind her in a pathetic attempt to create a cape. she holds her hands up at steve, puffing her chest out. "drop the girl!"

you shriek in terror. "do not drop me, harrington, or so help me god-"

"relax maam. im a hero. ive got this." robin swishes her cape and blocks steves path. he stares at her, bored, but even he cant hide his laughter at her awful costume.

"you know that i can carry you both, right?"

"what-"

and suddenly robins body gets thrown over his shoulder just as easily as yours had been, and the two of you scream and kick and laugh until your lungs ache.

steves laughter joins yours.

grease will have to be finished in the morning.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[hey-august]

Imagining a scenario where crossguild is founded and reader is an underling working for the trio. One day they excuse themselve from the room before a meeting is supposed to start and Crocodile and Mihawk share a look.

“They are quite charming.” “Indeed…” “… I do believe I have a few excellent bottles of whiskey in my personal collection.” “Hmm… I’m afraid none of my vices are something you’d be interested in Hawkeye.” “That classified shipment you have coming in would do quite nicely.” “… Deal.”

And so Crocodile and Mihawk have set up a bet on who can seduce Reader first.

And Buggy is PANICKING. Like his stupid little crush wasn’t already embarrassing enough to deal with, now he actually has COMPETITION (well, even more threatening competitors anyways, he’s are Reader already gets swarmed by the regular) and he’s deeply aware of his own shortcomings, it’s like the universe conspired to make him miserable once again.

Buggy finally gets the gall to try and visit reader in the early evening, snacks in hand, he’s gonna make it casual, ask if they want to just spend some time drinking and eating and- Oh hi Mihawk…. Oh… that’s some expensive wine you got there… expensive cheese for that matter as well. Great. Lovely luxury charcuterie you two have there… NONONO HE’LL BE GOING NO PROBLEM BYE!

So what inevitably happens after three months of Crocodile and Mihawk pulling out all the stops to sweep reader off their feet? What’s the conclusion that arrives when Mihawk finally, FINALLY just asks in a moment of rare impatience “As you may probably be able to tell, I’ve been courting you for quite a while. I do wonder if the interest is mutual or if you have an eye on one of… my associates.” ?

Of course they immediately stammer out an apology, they are really flattered, but they do indeed have fallen for one of his associates. Buggys soul just collapses inwardly and Crocodile shoots an annoyed Mihawk the most shit eating, smuggest look imaginable.

“… It’s… uh. I mean if Chairman Buggy would even LIKE to go on a date with me that is…”

And Buggy fucking LOOSES it then and there, blabbering and ugly crying immediately because???? HE WON? HE WASNT EVEN IN THE RACE BUT HE WON!? Like the little lame dog that FINALLY won his first race- the universe smiled at him for once and he- he-

His colleagues just stare at the scene unfolding in bewilderment, only finally speaking again when Reader and Buggy have left the room, Reader shooting them an apologetic look as they run soothing circles into Buggys back.

Crocodile absolutely ruins the expensive table as he slowly and furiously drags his hook along the exotic wooden top. Mihawk just sighs and grabs them both some glasses of whiskey. Obviously they never had a chance because Reader insert is clearly absolutely insane.

LOVE THIS. A LOT. LET'S TALK ABOUT IT MORE?

Like 500 words of talking about it, pls.

Warnings: sfw, gn!reader, courting croc + mihawk, buggy being buggy, we need more crybaby buggy, mentions of alcohol

Okay, Crocodile and Mihawk laying out the terms of the deal are delightful. Same page, same thoughts, it all just needed to be acknowledged.

I’m imagining the three men sitting at a table while Buggy is just shrinking back in his seat because of how fast the pit in his stomach sunk.

They’re completely talking over him because he is of no consequence in this game of theirs. Buggy has no stake in this. No place at the table. Crocodile and Mihawk know it. Buggy knows it. But Reader doesn’t.

When Mihawk asks Reader to join him for an evening treat, they can’t easily turn away the powerful man. Plus, it’s not often they get to eat a well-plated charcuterie. Some fancy cheeses with all sorts of mold, dried meat imported from faraway places and animals, olives soaked in flavors that sound bizarre but somehow work, and a tart wine to wash it all down. Reader might be more accustomed to more common fare, but this is an opportunity worth taking. 

Then again, maybe not. When Buggy pops in, juggling a bag of salty chips, chocolates with an unknown amount of cocoa, and fizzy drinks, Reader wishes he would have agreed to sit next to them.

While Crocodile invites Reader to start the morning with a fresh cup of drip coffee (which is nearly as hot and strong as the man who brewed the drink), it sounds like a good way to get a headstart on the day’s tasks. Still, when they see Buggy walk past a little later - bedhead piled high, slippers shuffling on the ground, and the belt of his robe trailing behind - they feel a pang in their chest. Maybe it’s because of the caffeine content in the drink.

Anyways, Crocodile and Mihawk continue their game and Reader is collecting all the prizes. Simple but high quality jewelry. Dinners with linen napkins. Fancy trinkets that Reader is too nervous to take out of the packaging that seems to be as expensive as the item itself.

All nice, but sometimes Reader yearns for a stuffed animal instead. Accessories that might be described as gaudy. Or flashy. They want to hear obnoxiously loud laughter instead of a restrained chuckle. They want…

Him.

That sad wet hankie of a man. Not Crocodile, who foraged for mushrooms to use in a dinner for Reader. Or Mihawk, who lent Reader one of his favorite books.

Reader likes Buggy. The shining star. The guy who makes them laugh, simply by being himself. The guy who wears his emotions on his sleeve. Especially now, since he’s wiping away his tears and snot.

Sure, Buggy is a flashy fool. Reader is a fool too, if that’s their preference. And behind their overfilled tumblers of whiskey, Crocodile and Mihawk know that they’re fools, as well. 

How could their standards be so skewed that they fell for someone who likes an idiot? And yet, that’s part of Reader’s charm.

[cutiekaijumuseum]

A little trivia for those that just got introduced to Ultraman thanks to Ultraman Rising

You know that part where baby kaiju Emi is shown a kids cartoon with an earworm of a song?

That cartoon is real!! It's called Kaiju Step Wandabada and it stars cute kid versions of different monsters from different Ultraman series (mostly the original from 1966 wich Rising is also based on). The opening shown in the movie is in stop-motion while the cartoon itself is in 2D.

The Ultraman heroes don't appear in person, but bizarrely enough they seem to exist as fictional superheroes in-universe, with the kaiju kids having toys and dolls of them. It's no surprise Emi liked it so much! She would be right at home in this show!

The episodes are 5 minutes long, there are two seasons of 26 episodes each for a total of 52. The official Tsurubaya channel has the first episodes of both seasons uploaded...

...but the rest were sadly only up for a limited time cuz gotta sell the dvds. What is officially available online right now is a series of educational shorts.

Some years ago Marvel Comics got the rights to make Ultraman comics and made a mini-series called "The Rise of Ultraman" (no relation), and these Kaiju Step designs got to appear as part of in-universe instructional videos about dealing with monsters and aliens:

So let's have a quick rundow on the little monsters and where each comes from:

Pigmon or Pig-chan is the main protagonist and new kid in town (forest). This coral-looking guy is one of the most iconic and recurring ultra monsters and the go-to kid-friendly one, as he stood out among the original set of kaiju for being friendly and heroic (as well as human-sized). He has the bad habit of dying in many of his apperences but fortunately that's not the case here.

Kanegon or Kane-chan is the second member of the protagonist trio, and the most energic and simple-minded. A coin purse monster that eats money, and usually a human kid under a curse. He actually pre-dates Ultraman, appearing in the black-and-white anthology series Ultra Q wich had monsters but not superheroes. Fortunately this one doesn't need to eat money and was born a kaiju.

Alien Dada or Dada-chan is the reliable but temperamental inventor of the trio, he dreams of building a rocket ship. One of the most iconic villains from the original 1966 Ultraman (and that's saying a lot), it's a weird alien with weird powers looking for human subjects for his weird experiments, like testing his shrinking ray. He really earns the name of a weird art movement.

Gomora or Gomo-chan is probably the most iconic ultra kaiju of all. Remember how in Ultraman Rising there is this whole sequence where the dad omniously talks about fighting him? There is a good reason for that. Gomora had the only two-parter in the original 1966 series, and was able to actually defeat Ultraman in their first figh. He's essentially Godzilla if he lived underground rather than underwater (He's even been a good guy and had a robot counterpart). Here, however, Gomora is a chill guy who's passionate about agriculture. (btw, you can also spot Gomora in Rising on a screen around an hour and eight minutes into the movie).

Red King or just Red is another iconic ultra dino, that looks like corn. In the show he's brute but well-meaning, and has a friendly sport rivalry with Kemur-chan. But in the Ultraman series he's a sadistic and murderous bully who beats up weaker monsters but gets his butt kicked rather easily by Ultraman (although more recent incarnations have have been more positive, both in his fighting ability and sometimes even becoming a loving father). (and yes, you are right, he's not red).

Jamira or Jami-chan is a passionate archeologist and fossil collector in the show, whereas in the original Ultraman he was a human astronaut that got infected by a virus. He hasn't appeared much beyond his debut... but doesn't need to, as his episode was very memorable in how sad and tragic it was. I can't imagine the target audience's whiplash seeing this cute creature one moment collecting fossils and the next having a horrible sad death. I guess one could say the same for most of the characters, but this one takes the cake.

Miclas or Mic-chan is the youngest character, a baby, and loves bugs. He was one of the "capsule monsters" from the second ultra series, Ultra Seven. Sometimes the titular ultra wouldn't be able to fight himself so he would summon up to three very loyal monsters from little capsules to do the fighting instead (or at least buy some time, they weren't very strong). One was a triceratops, another was a robot bird, but the most iconic had to be Miclas because really, what even is he? Some kind of bull toad hybrid? (By the way, fun fact, the capsule monsters were one of the inspirations for Pokemon).

King Joe (yes, that's his name) or Joe-chan is a robot controlled by alien invaders and is to Ultra Seven what Gomora is to the original Ultraman: he's the subject of a two-parter and was able to beat the hero to a pulp at first, made harder to fight by his ability to divide into three flying parts. Fortunately this Joe is very shy and very friendly.

Eleking or Ele-chan from Ultra Seven is another of the "mascot" ultra kaiju. If two ultra kaiju have to appear in anything, chances are they will be Gomora and Eleking. In fact, in Ultraman Rising you can see Eleking in a monitor right next to Gomora (around an hour and eight minutes in). It's a dinosaur-like eel monster with (of course) electric powers, and the enforcer of an all-female bug-like alien species set to conquer the earth, that are nonetheless very affectionate towards their pet-weapon dino-eel. The fact that Eleking's masters are always women may explain why the Kaiju Step one is a very femenine and elegant girl despite having King in the name, though no less dangerously electric.

Alien Guts or Guts-chan here is a very little alien bird child who can multiply into three separate individuals to cause all the destruction in their sincere attempts to help out. The original duo from Ultra Seven meanwhile are ruthless alien invaders that are infamous for freaking crucifying the aforementioned hero, leading to decades of japanese media having christian imagery for the sake of looking cool, most notably Neon Genesis Evangelion, because these birds did it first and it looked so cool.

Alien Kemur or Kemu-chan is a very agile alien that comes from the distant future of 2020 to consume humans and extend his lifespan. Here he's a friendly but competitive ninja from the present, and has a rivalry with Red King being the speed to his strenght. Like Kanegon, he pre-dates Ultraman, being from Ultra Q.

Motokureron or Kureron-chan originates from the whimsical, fairy-tale like Ultraman Taro. A kid found him as a baby and fed him until he grew to giant size, but when the kid couldn't feed him anymore he turned destructive; fortunately he was easy to pacify with food, including the kind that made him shrink. He retains his glutonny and clumsiness in Kaiju Step, often doing the bad thing (tm) so the others can teach the kids in the audience why you shouldn't do the bad thing (tm).

Nova or No-chan originates from the surprisingly dark Ultraman Leo. This creepy and bizarre ghost-like alien created a red mist that made people go crazy, and manipulated a kid with illusions of his deceased family, and under his cloth there are lots of tentacles and a scythe. So of course, in Kaiju Step she's a happy and energic little girl that loves to sing.

Mugera or Muge-chan is by far the most obscure kaiju of the cast. She's from the 2001 series Ultraman Cosmos, the one where the titular hero protects monsters instead of fighting them. Mugera is an ET-like cryptid that lives in an amusement park that only kids can see, with the ability to fix toys and heal wounds with her magic. After the amusement park closes down she phones home and the protagonists have to protect her from the goverment wich is a little too eager to shoot down the UFO that came to pick her up. In Kaiju Step she likes reading and plants.

And that was your daily dose of kaiju sugar, that may be overdose because you probably already met Emi. Cheers!

[robo-writing]

Sometimes I sit here and think about baby Logan, you know the one from the first X-men movie? With the grey hoodie? Yeah that baby Logan. Anyway, I think about Deadpool pulling worst Logan into more time shinaganen shit and of course worst Logan’s gf (who was his gf in his last universe but of course died during the attack, but this one either never met her universe Logan or something) and somehow, she runs into baby first Xmen Logan wearing the grey hoodie and running around clueless as where the hell he is, until he bumps into a surprisingly pretty woman who for some reason is cooing over him and calling him a precious baby,(and did she just pspspspsps at me?? I’m not a fucking cat? No the hair doesn’t look like cat ears?! The hell wrong with you lady?!) and he only gets her name before a older version of him in a gaudy yellow suit shows up to grab her and take her away, grumbling about having to keep track of two overgrown toddlers while a mouthy guy in a red leather suit says some stupid shit before following after the older version of Logan into some strange portal. Of course soon after baby Logan gets found by Xavier and when he ask who the woman named y/n is, Xavier just looks at him confused. (Of course perhaps that Logan will meet y/n a few years down the road, or he never sees her again, a shame really, she was quiet a looker, despite being so weird, he can stand being called a baby or a kitten by her again)

Waking up in a strange building is one thing, but walking out of an elevator to find a woman starting him down is another—especially when she keeps calling him kitty.

“Oh my god, look at you! You’re so young!” Her voice is high-pitched, oohing and ahhing at him like some kind of attraction. Maybe it’d piss him off more if you didn’t look so cute doing it.

“Cute lil kitten aren’t you? And your ears are so fluffy!”

You reach up to touch his hair, and he would grab your hand if someone else didn’t already beat him to it.

A gaudy yellow suit is the first thing he sees, then—what the fuck?

“Doll, I told you not to go wandering off,” the stranger says, and it’s now that his day goes from bizarre to fucking impossible because he’s staring at himself. Older, sure, but his voice, his body, damn near everything—

“Oh peanut! It’s time to go!” Says another man in a bright red jumpsuit, and he can hear the other man groan in response.

“Alright, you heard him.”

“Aw,” you complain, following after the two of them. “Wanted to pet him before we go.”

You wave to the younger man behind you, giving him a wink along with your name. “Come find me when you’re all grown up kitty! I’ll be waiting for you!”

“Wait—!”

His words fall on deaf ears, the trio disappearing soon after in a yellow doorway. His jaw drops, unsure of what just happened was real or if he’s just high as a fucking kite.

After a couple of introductions and many confused glances, he finds out that the three people he met are not students or professors, and that no one in the room had ever seen them before. Years pass along with many, many, life changing events and his odd welcome party becomes a memory of the past.

That is, until he finds out Charles has hired a new school counselor, and she looks just a bit too similar to be a coincidence. Once he gets over the shock he extends his hand, to which you accept.

“Names Logan.” He says, and you give yours in return, the same name you gave him all those years ago. It’s now that you point to his hair with a small smile.

“Do you style your hair or does it always come out like that?”

His eyebrow raises, unsure of the line of questioning. “Not really? Why do you ask?”

You open your mouth, then close it with a shake of your head. “Forget it, you’re gonna think it’s silly.”

“Oh yeah?” Logan replies. “Try me.”

You bite your lip, debating on whether you should speak, eventually choosing to bite the bullet. “Well, it’s just that your hair kinda looks like ears. Y’know, like a cat.”

His chuckle is instant, evolving into a laugh. You’re getting more and more nervous, afraid you said something wrong until his hand gives you a good pat on the shoulder.

“Y’know, you’re the second girl to tell me that,” he muses, leaning in close. “But come to think of it, ‘kitty’ has a better ring to it, don’tcha think?”

[thephiesintheforest]

Some thoughts about Albus and his lack of emotional connections

I'm listening to GoF on my way to and from work right now (there are very easily findable free versions online, so u don't have to give jkr any more money fyi) and i just reached the chapter during which Rita Skeeter exposes Hagrid as a half-giant. That chapter also has one of my favourite little moments of the entire book: Harry, Ron, Hermine and Albus convincing Hagrid to come out of hiding. Not just because it's funny af but also because it reveals so much abour these characters and their relationships

For one, it's just really funny. Hermione yelling through the door for Hagrid to get his act together and then coming face to face with her headmaster and you can hear her inner goody-two-shoes waring against the growing political activist (which kinda ends in her just blanking completely)

Then you have Harry who is the only one of the trio to speak more then a sentence while they are knowingly in the presence of Albus Dumbledore. He even swears in his presence. And while he quickly apologises ("I've gone temporarily deaf and have no idea what you just said" lol) this reveals a level of familiarity and comfort with Albus that the others clearly lack.

And then there's Albus and OH MY GOD that man is allergic to deep emotional connection. It would be funny (it is kinda funny) if it weren't so sad. They're on the topic of unsavoury family history and how society will judge you for it and how you should not let that teach you shame. This is a topic Albus is intimately familiar with. He started school under the assumption that he was the son of a muggle-hating criminal. And he couldn't even refute that notion because to do that he'd have to reveal the real reason for the attack. Later there were the squip rumours around his sister and then whatever people must have said when both she and her mother died under mysterious circumstances in a span of less then three months.

But does he mention any of this? No. His mind clearly goes there though. Hagrid talks about his shame about his giant-mother Harry replies by saying "look at my family, look at the Dursleys." And Albus goes "An excellent idea", but instead of getting into any of the very pertinente history above he aims for humour and deflection. He brings up a funny and frankly bizarre story of Aberforth doing something inappropriate with a goat (not getting into that can of worms because ... why?? Never understood that one from a doylist standpoint) and then throws in a good dash of irony by implying that Aberforth didn't know what people were writing about him considering he might not be able to read. And then he very quickly leaves.

It's textbook Albus deflection. Here was a real chance to emotionally bond with both Harry and, even more so, Hagrid. Especially considering that I'm very sure one of the reasons he's so fond of both of them is that he does know what it's like in their shoes. He knows them. He can empathise with them. He doesn't, however, allow them to know him, to empathise with him.

It honestly makes me so sad. Because everything we know about Albus and Hagrid suggests that there was a lot of mutual affection there. This interaction however suggests that, like with almost every relationship Albus ever has, he doesn't allow Hagrid to know him. I'm not sure he even knows how to open up at this point. (Until Harry violently demands openness from him at the end of book five. Oh, I could kiss him for that)

[httpvomitello]

could I request a Fred Weasley x fem reader where reader is in the same year has the trio and is dating Fred and she is given a love potion by someone and Ron is the first person she sees so she acts like she is in love with him until they find out that she was given the love potion and Fred gives her the antidote?

Oooh, I loved writing this! Hope you enjoy it, and happy new year~ ♡

Love's Sweet Mix-Up *⁠.⁠✧

fred weasley x f!reader

The halls of Hogwarts were abuzz with the usual chatter of students rushing between classes. You, a seventh-year, had just left the library, arms full of books for an upcoming essay, when you noticed a faint aroma wafting through the air. It was oddly enticing, but you dismissed it as someone nearby snacking on chocolate or sweets from Honeydukes.

You had no idea that the day was about to take a bizarre turn.

You were dating Fred Weasley, the mischievous and charming Gryffindor who never failed to make you laugh. Despite his constant pranks and antics, he had a surprisingly soft and thoughtful side he reserved just for you.

During lunch, while chatting with your friends, you noticed a peculiar sensation. It started as a light-headedness, then grew into an overwhelming urge to find Ron Weasley.

You didn’t even think twice as you abandoned your seat and made a beeline for him. He was mid-bite into a sandwich when you plopped down beside him and smiled sweetly.

“Hi, Ron!” you said, your tone unnaturally chipper.

Ron blinked at you, confused. “Er… hi?”

“You’re so… handsome,” you gushed, completely oblivious to the horrified looks from Harry, Hermione, and even Ron himself.

Fred, sitting a few seats down, had been cracking a joke with George, but his laughter died the moment he saw you cozying up to his younger brother. His brow furrowed, and he exchanged a worried look with George.

The next few hours were a blur of embarrassing attempts to woo Ron. You followed him to his classes, complimented him relentlessly, and even offered to carry his books.

Ron, poor soul, was utterly mortified. “I swear, I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed to Hermione.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, her quick mind already piecing together the puzzle. “This isn’t normal. She’s not acting like herself. Someone must have slipped her a love potion.”

Fred overheard the conversation and felt a wave of anger wash over him. Love potions were no joke, and the thought of someone targeting you filled him with fury. But first, he needed to get you back to your senses.

Hermione dragged you to the Gryffindor common room under the pretense of studying, while Fred and George worked to identify who might have given you the potion.

After interrogating a few suspicious-looking first-years and a particularly shifty Ravenclaw, George finally got a confession from a nervous Hufflepuff. Apparently, they’d mixed up potions during a prank gone wrong, and the love potion had been slipped into a dessert you’d eaten.

Fred stormed back to the common room, antidote in hand, just in time to see you attempting to serenade Ron with a horribly off-key rendition of a Weird Sisters song.

“Alright, enough of this madness,” Fred said, stepping in and pulling you gently away. “Time to fix this.”

Fred held out the vial, his expression softening as he looked at you. “Here, love. Drink this.”

You blinked at him, momentarily confused, before your face broke into a dreamy smile. “Fred! You’re amazing! But… I’m in love with Ron now.”

Fred rolled his eyes. “Not for long, you’re not.”

With a bit of coaxing, you drank the antidote. The effects were almost instantaneous. The fog in your mind cleared, and your cheeks flushed as the memory of your behavior hit you.

“Oh my Merlin,” you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I did not… please tell me I didn’t serenade Ron?”

Fred smirked, though there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, you did. It was unforgettable.”

Later that evening, you and Fred sat together by the fire in the common room. He had his arm around you, his thumb gently tracing circles on your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered for the hundredth time, still mortified by your actions.

Fred chuckled, leaning down to kiss your temple. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It wasn’t your fault. Besides,” he teased, “I think Ron quite enjoyed the attention.”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest. “Don’t even joke about that.”

Fred tightened his hold on you, his tone turning serious. “Whoever did this is lucky they only got a lecture from George. If anyone tries something like this again, they’ll have me to deal with.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. Despite his usual carefree demeanor, Fred could be fiercely protective when it came to you.

“I love you,” you said softly, and for the first time that day, it wasn’t influenced by any potion.

Fred grinned. “I love you too, though I’d appreciate it if you didn’t start serenading any of my brothers again.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “Deal.”

The next day, word of the incident spread across the school. Ron couldn’t walk down the hall without someone humming the tune you’d sung or teasing him about his “new admirer.”

You, meanwhile, swore off desserts from the Great Hall for a while, just to be safe.

And Fred? He made it his mission to ensure you never had to go through something like that again—though he never let you live down the serenade.

“Just admit it,” he’d tease, “I’m the better-looking Weasley.”

“You’re the most ridiculous Weasley,” you’d reply with a smile, and he’d pull you into a kiss to prove he was also the sweetest.

[erosmutt]

　★　REVIVAL　⨟　H. Solo

﹙characters﹚︰Han Solo

﹙pairing﹚︰TRAILER/WHITE TRASH!DAD!Han x GN!Reader

﹙synopsis / request﹚︰ "Reader finding out trailer trash Han is their father and tries to reconnect with him. You come over and his trailer is all messy and whatever but it’s your father! Gotta cut some slack, right? Anyway, you suggest to watch a movie but all he has is pornos on disc, so you put a random one in the disc player and it turns out to be incest porn. You cut it to the chase, you suck your dad’s dick while he watches porn. -🐖"

﹙content warnings﹚︰ read the request <3 ,, age gap (han is about 40 and reader is 21)

﹙notes﹚︰ please do not complain about "wahh incest" in my comments i do not give a fuck. dad!han my beloved.

It had been years since you found out Han was your father. As soon as you turned 18, your mom started pestering you to find a job, to get out of her house, to stop mooching off her. So, out of frustration, you asked her for your dad's contact info, and she found it and gave it to you with a backhanded 'good luck' before telling you to piss off. You would talk to him here and there, shooting him a text every so often, and he'd text back that he was busy at work or, when he was free, he'd actually have a conversation with you. Once you got older and more confident and graduated to phone calls, he asked you if you'd like to come see him, and you agreed, giddy to get the hell out of the shitty apartment you share with your mother.

Only to discover that the apartment is luxurious compared to your dad's busted up trailer.

As soon as you step into the door, you scrunch your nose. Empty beer cans quite literally everywhere. Half smoked cigarettes, cigarette butts, overflowing ashtrays, dirty dishes piled on the counter, stacks of unopened mail that has to be at least three years old on the table beside the couch . . .

"Hey, sweetheart!" Han exclaims, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You let out a tiny squeak of surprise, awkwardly wrapping your arms around him in return, giving his back a few pats. This is the first time you've met him—at least that you can remember—and he's already so touchy. Maybe that's just the type of person he is. Seems like it. You smile against his chest, the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne assaulting your nose. "Hi... uh, dad."

He pulls back and holds you by the arms, his hazel eyes looking over your face. "God, you look just like your mama." He flashes you a lopsided grin that, combined with his toned, hairy chest that's on display thanks to his open flannel, makes your stomach pool with warmth. "Speakin' of, how's she doin'?" He asks, pulling you over to the couch, kicking a can out of the way with practiced ease. You silently wonder how many beer cans are forgotten underneath the couch. "She's good," you respond, still feeling put-off for some reason as you take in the cheap decor, "working. Rent in the city isn't cheap."

"Tell me about it," he says, sighing and falling back onto the couch with a beer you didn't even register him grabbing. He cracks it open, spreading his legs obnoxiously wide before motioning to the couch beside him. "Come on now, sweet thing. Sa'down, stay awhile. Wanna get to know my little one. Well, big one." He grins. Ah, what the hell. You make your way over and sit down, patting your thighs nervously.

The day stretches on, conversations had over cheap beer and greasy takeout. "Why don't we watch something?" You suggest, already moving to the unlabeled DVDs in their cases on the TV stand. He shrugs. "See what you can find, sweets." He says, tossing his empty container across the room and just making it into the trash can. After coming across one case, you turn it over, skimming the back of it. It's vague, so you pop it into the player, returning to the couch.

Then, the intro plays, cheesy 80s porno music playing, bright colored words flashing onto the screen.

"Following a bizarre fantasy sequence, this father/son/daughter trio gets steamy! HOT daddy/daughter/son action! Totally Taboo! Father & Daughter & Son star in this XXX film!"

What the fuck?

Your eyes widen, mouth agape. Han widens his eyes, quickly grabbing the remote and pausing the film, his cheeks and the tips of his ears flushing red. Slowly, you turn and look up at him, blinking in disbelief. "You sick fuck!" Is the first thing that leaves you, more angry than anything else. Disgusted is what you probably should be.

Han chuckles nervously, raising his hands in a placating gesture, the beer in the now half-empty can sloshing audibly with the motion. "Hey now sweet thing, hold on a minute. Don't go gettin' all weirded out on me. Everyone's got somethin' they're into, and this just so happens to be what your old man's into." He shrugs, hoping the damage control is working. The first meeting with this deadbeat bastard and you discover his fucking incest fetish. Against your mental wishes, your cheeks go pink as you look at him, unable to really form any words. God, you look so scared, so unsure, and when your gaze catches his half-hard cock in his jeans, your breath hitches. "Why are you hard?!" You whine.

"Why are you looking?" He shoots back with a smirk. Touché. "C'mon now, we could use some daddy-kiddo time anyways, can't we?" He asks, putting his free hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. "You couldn't even be bothered to hide your weird fetish porn?" You ask. He scoffs. "Fuck nah, this is my place. I do whatever I want, whenever I want. You'll learn that real quick bein' 'round your daddy, sweetpea. Now, you gonna keep whinin' or are you gonna kick back and watch the movie with me?"

Weighing your options, you stare at him idly for a moment. You could either wait here awkwardly for two hours for your mom to come pick you up, or you could do this and sleepover and wait two hours for your mom to come pick you up in the morning. Ultimately, you decide on the latter. "Fine," you murmur, "we can watch."

Throughout watching the cheap porno, Han has adjusted himself at least about five times, and not discreetly either. He knows that you're gawking at the outline of his fat cock and he loves it. "Ya know, if y'keep starin' i might have to do somethin' about it, dollface." Dollface. What are you, a cheap whore? You promptly look away, clearing your throat. The hand previously on your thigh finds it again before sliding to your hip, up your side, up to your chest, thumb grazing over your nipple before eventually finding your face. "You wan' your daddy's cock in your mouth, don't you? You've been itchin' to taste it all afternoon. Well, go on." Han pulls away, spreading his legs wider, if possible. A clear invitation.

You swallow down your embarrassment, realizing that within the walls of your dad's trailer, embarrassment has no place. Getting down on the floor, you feel like you're going to pass out. On your knees, in your daddy's dirty trailer, about to suck him off. Absolutely fucking disgusting. You reach up and unfasten his jeans and he lifts his hips, letting you pull his jeans down along with his boxers. His cock bounces free, hitting his stomach with a 'plap,' making you whimper at how intimidating the entire situation is. It's not that you don't want this. Quite the opposite, actually—you want it bad. "That's it, now put it in your mouth."

Han reaches forward, caressing your face. You look at his cock, wrapping your hand around it, giving him a couple strokes before you part your lips and take the swollen tip in your mouth, immediately frowning at the taste of his bitter precum. No wonder, he has a shit diet. He grunts, grabbing your hair. "Don't fuckin' tease, get it in your mouth. All of it." Steeling yourself, you open your mouth and relax your throat as you try to take more of him, but you can only really go halfway, and he's content with that for now.

He grabs the remote and turns the TV up, the moaning definitely loud enough to be heard by anyone passing by his trailer since the window is open. After tossing the remote down, he replaces it in his hand with a beer, taking a swig while the other hand tangles in your hair, fucking your head up and down onto his cock. The sounds of your gagging plus the exaggerated 'daddy' coming from the television making the whole thing so incredibly sleazy, the beer being the cherry on top. He can tell you're hesitant, so he gives you some encouragement.

"Don't you worry sweetpea, you've got plen'y o'time to get better at suckin' your daddy's dick. All the time in the world 'fore your mama comes along to collect you."

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[madlori]

ICYMI

Things continue to go Very Badly for That Fucking Guy.

Someone in his campaign - who has to be a double agent, there's no other explanation - decided he should speak in front of the National Association of Black Journalists, where he was questioned by a trio of hypercompetent black woman who did not let him get away with shit and who within 0.5 seconds drove him into a frothing frenzy. He tried several tacks to get the audience on his side, none of which worked (and bizarrely included a claim that Harris never claimed her black heritage until last week - Harris who attended Howard University, mind you - and revealed that he doesn't seem to comprehend that someone can be black AND Indian). He continued to babble and rant until his people pulled him half an hour into the interview while the audience booed and laughed at him.

After trying to claim that the campaign is just a babe in the woods about all this Project 2025 stuff, just no idea what any of that's about, come to find out that the foreword to an upcoming book written by the the Project's leader was written by...JD Vance.

Democratic leaders appear to have tired of the "go high" ethos (like...about time) and are straight up calling Republicans unhinged freaks at every opportunity, with receipts to support that assertion, of which there are plenty.

Yesterday it was also reported that NONE of the CEOs of the Fortune 500 companies are endorsing Trump. This is likely the result of some reports last month that top nationwide business leader had a meeting with Trump in which he was so unhinged and nonsensical that they all walked out saying they wouldn't support him. [ETA: it's been pointed out that Tesla is a F500 company and Musk is definitely supporting him, but it's still good news]

And today, Mark Cuban and the founder of LinkedIn announced they were forming a PAC of about 100 venture capitalists with a lot of money to support VP Harris.

[shadowtriovibes]

something wretched about this, something so precious about this

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!MC

Word Count: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), PIV sex, language kink, parseltongue kink

Summary: request: "mc finds herself absolutely taken with Ominis and his parselmouth." aka mc is absolutely taken with ominis' mouth in every sense of the word

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious. “N-no,” you whine. « I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

The first time you heard Ominis speak Parseltongue, you’d found it to be almost antithetical. It had sounded so bizarre coming out of his mouth, so different from the gentlemanly manner in which he most often spoke. Yet the strength of his snakelike voice sounded somehow familiar, and the way his sighing, hissing words wrapped around you felt like sinking into a warm bath.

“It worked!” you’d exclaimed, hoping your voice wasn’t trembling. “Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed.”

Minutes later you’d writhed on the floor in unimaginable pain and all thoughts of Ominis’ potentially disreputable talent had flown from your mind. In fact, you’d been so rattled from being on the receiving end of the Cruciatus curse that it took several days for you to recall that you were no longer the sole member of your little trio with a rare gift.

A month later you’d asked Sebastian about it while you were studying for Charms, lazily levitating stacks of books while he had been pouring over Salazar Slytherin’s spellbook.

“What does being a Parselmouth mean?” you asked him curiously.

“Means you can talk to snakes,” he replied, half listening. “Understand them, too.”

You rolled your eyes. “I know that, thanks.”

Sebastian looked up from his book with a skeptical expression on his face. “Then what exactly are you asking?”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know, I just… Ominis made it sound like it was a bad thing, to be known as a Parselmouth. Like it’s given him a bad reputation. Why is that?”

Carefully closing his spellbook, Sebastian sits back and considers his words carefully before continuing.

“Well, the answer to that is right in front of you,” he says, gesturing to the tattered book on the table before him. “As Ominis said, most Parselmouths are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin, and whether it’s warranted or not, he’s a controversial figure.”

“Sure,” you agree. “But… does Ominis speak Parseltongue much? How would anyone even know?”

“I think most people just assume,” Sebastian replies with a shrug. “His brothers spoke it, and he’s told me that they speak it more regularly at his home. Many Gaunts have chosen to keep a snake rather than an owl or any sort of conventional animal.”

You nod slowly. “Have you heard him speak it before that night in the Scriptorium?”

“A handful of times,” he admits. “Sometimes he’ll slip up if he’s especially angry or frustrated. I’ve also heard him speaking it in his sleep on occasion.”

Eventually, the conversation shifts to the spellbook and you once again forget about Ominis’ rare skill – this time for nearly two years.

By your seventh year, Ominis has learned about your ancient magic abilities, and your friendship has grown from one of rueful kinship to genuine affection. Nevertheless, he still seems to keep so much of himself guarded, even as you’ve shared so many of your worries and insecurities as you’ve grown into your role as the only living Keeper of your ability.

(It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen achingly in love with him along the way.)

These days you spend most nights studying with him and Sebastian. Usually, you’re eager to soak up the years of knowledge they’d accrued before you’d started school at Hogwarts, but tonight you find yourself distracted.

“Are you listening to me?” Ominis suddenly snaps, and you glance up from where you’d been reading the same paragraph over and over.

Ominis looks annoyed, and to his point, you certainly hadn’t been listening. You’ve both been sprawled out on the floor of the Undercroft for hours now revising for Potions. Sebastian had called it a night shortly before dinner, leaving the two of you to continue pouring over theory textbooks in preparation for Professor Sharp’s famously lethal end-of-term exams.

“Y-yes, sorry,” you stutter. “What were you saying?”

In your defense, winter has arrived in the Highlands and the stone floor of Ominis’ hideaway has cooled you to the bone. The weak flame flickering beneath your shared cauldron isn’t enough to pull you out of your daydreams about a nice warm bed, some cozy blankets, and perhaps someone to share it with…

(Someone who can whisper secret serpentine words against your skin, chasing your goosebumps lower and lower beneath the covers…)

“Again?” Ominis asks, more disappointed than angry this time. “You can’t focus on my words for a full minute before slipping into some reverie?”

Merlin, if only he knew that focusing on his words wasn’t the problem at all.

“I’m sorry, Ominis,” you whine. “But it’s getting late, it’s freezing down here, and we missed dinner…”

“You said you’d help me,” he reminds you, perhaps a bit vulnerably. “The exam is tomorrow afternoon, and my Draught of Living Death is still curdling.”

You groan pathetically and rub your eyes. “Ominis, you’re a dear friend, and I simply adore you, but you’re bloody rubbish at Potions. Perhaps we should take a break for the night.”

Ominis’ jaw clenches while he stirs his (admittedly lumpy-looking) brew.

“Ominis?” you ask hesitantly. “...I apologize if I was harsh, but–”

“Don’t,” he interjects. “Just… stop talking. Clearly, you’re no longer interested in helping me, so you might as well go back to your common room for the night.”

Sighing, you shift closer to where he sits cross-legged on the stone floor and gently rest a hand on top of his knee. You know how challenging Potions has been for him, especially lately; N.E.W.T.-level draughts are challenging enough when one can confirm that the brew they’ve already spent hours preparing has progressed to the appropriate color.

“I think you need to take a break,” you say softly. “You’re making yourself too frustrated, Ominis.”

You watch as a bit of the tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders seeps away as his head hangs gently. As his fingers nervously twitch in his lap, he takes a slow, measured breath and lets his eyes fall closed.

« I need to do this correctly, even just once, » he says. « Then I’ll be able to sleep. »

You suspect he doesn’t even realize he hadn’t spoken English until you sharply pull your hand back with a gasp.

“Wh-what… did I, um,” he stammers. “I didn’t… say that the proper way, did I?”

“Well, er – you hissed it,” you say carefully. “That… that was Parseltongue again, wasn’t it?”

Ominis carefully nods. Your stomach clenches when you notice him hunch in on himself as if he’s ashamed of what he’s done.

“It’s okay!” you quickly tell him. “I, um. I haven’t heard you speak Parseltongue since fifth year, and – and I don’t understand it, obviously, b-but it’s alright if you want to use it.”

You trail off lamely and try to rest your hand on his knee once more, but he nudges it away.

“I apologize,” he says hollowly. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

A wave of nausea rolls over you as you watch him duck his face and turn away from you – not so that he can’t see you, mind, but that you won’t see him.

“Omins,” you sigh. “Please, you – you haven’t scared me, I promise you.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” he counters in a deceptively soft voice. “I can tell, you know. Your heart is racing, you’ve gone warm all over… You want to run away. It’s only natural, when one is frightened. I would know.”

You swallow audibly and once more attempt to rest your hand on his thigh, and this time he allows you.

“I’m not scared,” you insist, and as true as your words are, you almost wish you were lying to him.

You think it’s probably less shameful than the truth, which is that Ominis’ brief Parseltongue outburst has your heart racing with desire, not fear.

“Then why…?” he asks before eventually trailing off.

“I find it fascinating,” you tell him softly as you trace your fingertips along the seam of his trousers. “It’s… compelling, Ominis. Perhaps a bit enticing.”

“Enticing?” he repeats softly. “You feel, er.. compelled by my Parseltongue?”

You shyly shrug before remembering a non-verbal answer won’t suffice. “I suppose I do.”

The both of you are silent for several long moments. The only sound that can be heard in the Undercroft is Ominis’ sickly bubbling potion, until he finally asks you, “May I kiss you?”

You hesitate for merely a beat, just to let your mind catch up, but before you can answer Ominis repeats himself in Parseltongue: « May I kiss you? »

This time, your non-verbal answer of crawling astride his lap and kissing him yourself is entirely sufficient.

Ominis moans into your mouth while you grab the lapels of his uniform shirt, brazenly rocking against his lap like one of those wanton witches in Sebastian’s rather foul romance novels. His hands settle on your hips and he helps you grind down onto him until you can feel for yourself where he’s grown hard.

“Wh-what are we doing?” he asks against your lips.

He doesn’t sound scandalized, or even hesitant – rather, he sounds like he’s asking how much you’re going to let him get away with.

“Whatever we want,” you answer him breathlessly. “Ominis, I – I’ve wanted this for so long, we’ll do whatever you want.”

« Whatever I want? » he hisses, and you shiver in his lap. « What I want is to get you on your back for me, sweet girl. »

Carefully, Ominis tips you from his lap back onto the freezing tile, but just as quickly he gently pushes your shoulders back until you’re sprawled out on some abandoned Potions notes. Your skirt falls halfway up your legs and Ominis traces his fingertips along your skin until he finds the hem.

« Spread your legs for me, my love, » he hisses, sliding his hands up the insides of your thighs. « Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you here? »

His unseeing eyes flutter closed as his fingertips brush against the hem of your undergarments. You’re wet – you have been since he’d first slipped into those low, hissing tones of his – but now he knows it. He can feel it.

“Gods,” he groans. “You.. you really like to hear my Parseltongue this much?”

“It’s your voice,” you whimper, grinding your hips toward his teasing fingertips. “You… you sound different.”

“Tell me,” he demands. “How do I sound?”

Realizing that he likely sounds the same to his own ears even when speaking the ancient snake language, you bite your lip and force yourself to focus.

“You – you sound powerful,” you admit. “Like your voice is stronger, or… it’s like I can hear it in my whole body, not just my ears.”

Ominis wordlessly rewards you by firmly dragging his thumb down the length of your core through your panties. You melt into his touch; your skin feels as if it’s on fire now, and the very same icy stone floors you’d complained about not long ago now feel like a soothing balm against your skin.

“But you don’t even understand what I’m saying,” he counters, curious.

“N-no,” you whine.

« I suppose it doesn’t matter, does it, sweetheart? » he hisses. « You’re a troublesome little thing, you hardly listen to me when you can understand. »

You whimper and arch your back. “I m-might not understand Parseltongue, but I can tell when you’re teasing me.”

“Darling, I’ve barely begun to tease you,” he murmurs before leaning down and licking up the length of your body from your navel to the dip between your collarbones.

“Please, Ominis,” you beg.

« You’ve been distracting me all evening, » he continues. « I fully intend to have just as much fun playing with you, since you seem to enjoy driving me mad. »

While he kisses what’s sure to be an impressive bruise onto the side of your neck, Ominis slides your panties down your legs.

“I want you inside me,” you confess.

« You want the first time I take you to be on this dirty stone floor? » he asks lazily. « Are you that desperate to be fucked, sweetheart, or have I made you wait too long and driven you mad? »

You groan frustratedly as he starts to kiss his way down your body, pointedly ignoring your canting hips. “Ominis, I’m begging, please say you’ll touch me.”

Ominis presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone. « Don’t fret, my love. How could I refuse such a tempting offer from such a beautiful, albeit slightly mad woman? »

By the time he traces the tip of his tongue along the crease of your hip, you realize where he’s headed. An irreverent array of babble spills from your lips while you attempt to grind impossibly closer to his face, but he places his hands over your hips and keeps you firmly planted against the stone floor before he presses his tongue flat against your cunt.

If he were still speaking Parseltongue into your skin, you’d never know. Any words of praise or kindly teasing that spilled from his lips were drowned out by a litany of curses you’d never utter in front of a man like Ominis in any other setting.

“That’s it, my lovely girl,” he whispers against the inside of your thigh. « Your cunt is so wet for my tongue, and it’s even sweeter than you are. »

He’s switching between English and Parseltongue so easily that you can’t be sure he’s even doing it on purpose anymore, and you couldn’t possibly say which you prefer more. Being fully aware of every filthy word he says is a dream, but is it as delicious as not knowing what he’s saying as he utters secret confessions inches from your skin?

You don’t bother spending much time considering it while you lie back and let him lick you open. All you can think about is his tongue on your skin, pushing inside you, savoring every inch of your body while he learns you by touch and by taste.

That’s what he’s doing, after all – learning you. He’ll get you off, of course he will, but that’s not why he’s bent over between your legs with your calves thrown over his shoulder.

“Ominis,” you groan. “I need you in me, I… I need you.”

He presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your sensitive clit before he asks, “Is that so? I thought you liked my Tongue, and now it’s not enough for you?”

“Don’t tease me,” you plead. “I know you want me just as badly.”

While Ominis had been coming up for air between burying his face between his thighs, you’d been able to see just how affected he is – you aren’t alone in your eagerness, you can be sure of it.

« Right as always, you are, » he hisses. « Perhaps you don’t understand my words, but you can sense my desire, can’t you? »

He grinds his hard cock against your inner thigh to punctuate his words and you whine pathetically.

“Take me, take me, take me,” you chant while he sits back to undo his trousers and push them down just enough to free himself. You realize he intends to stay fully clothed while he takes you apart, and you shiver against the cold floor.

When he finally sinks inside, you fall helplessly silent.

Every ounce of focus you have is spent on relaxing your body, opening up for him as he buries himself inside you. He’s almost ruthless in his endeavor to fully seat himself in you despite his intimidating length. Save a few breathless not-quite-whines, you’re quiet beneath him.

« Nothing to say, darling? » he hisses at first, and then in a softer voice he asks, “Are you alright? Am I hurting you?”

“N-no, it’s good,” you moan. “Please… keep talking to me.”

“You want me to talk to you, hm?” he asks, grinding in until the flat part of his pelvis brushes against yours. « Do you need a distraction? You’re taking me so well, my angel. »

He starts to fuck you in earnest with a slow, careful rhythm to keep your bare skin from catching along the worn stones beneath your back. As he thrusts inside you, he keeps talking in that low, hissing tone. Soon you realize even his words match the rhythm of his body, rising and falling with his motions.

« Feels so good… Waited so long… I can’t stop, please don’t ask me to stop… »

His back feels feverishly warm to the touch while you drag your hands down from his shoulder blades to the back of his hips. In the years since you’d first heard the snakeline sound of Parseltongue fall from his lips, he’s grown taller and his musculature has changed into that of a lithe, well-built man. Now the strength of that voice suits the body from which it emanates, and both have combined to keep you firmly pinned to the floor beneath their might.

You cling to him as he fucks you harder. You feel so close already, tumbling toward the edge of pleasure beneath him as his serpentine words glide across your skin.

When you come around him, you hear him whisper your name in Parseltongue – it’s the same, you think, but softer, and sweeter.

« When I come inside you, » he hisses just above a whisper. « I want you to keep every last drop inside for me. Will you, my darling? »

“Ominis!” you wail.

“Fuck – fuck,” he gasps, and seconds later you feel the mess he's made inside you threaten to spill out with every slow, greedy thrust in his post-orgasmic haze.

“N-no, stop,” you whimper, and he immediately goes still.

“What is it?” he asks, his English crisp and clear.

You shift shyly beneath him and whisper, “Don’t… don’t keep going. I want to keep it inside for now, and – and when you move, it, um…”

Merlin, you don’t have the words to say you’re just as greedy as he is – you want to stay full of him, just as he’d asked in that ancient, indecipherable tongue.

Ominis presses soothing kisses to your face while you wrap your legs around his waist to hold him in place. His lips brush across your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, the curve of your jaw.

“Of course, darling,” he whispers. “I’ll stay right here.”

Then, with his lips pressed to yours, he hisses, « I’ll stay right here as long as you like. »

[mountaingutta]

The daily life of the Wreckers

Addendum to this post

Miko couldn't spend all her time living inside one of their alt-modes, and Bulkhead didn't want to leave her on her own. He decided to give her a real home

While Miko was in school, Bulkhead chose to stay on Earth. He didn’t ask Jackie and Magnus to stick around—though he really wanted to—but they made that decision themselves. And no, Miko didn’t have to threaten them with bodily harm if Jackie ever left Bulk alone again or if he and Magnus started bickering once more

It all started with looking for a flight school for Miko. The Wreckers figured it wouldn’t hurt to settle somewhere nearby—just in case any emergencies popped up and they needed to rush in to help

So, with a little help from Fowler, they found her a solid flight school (the best in the whole country) and a lovely house nearby that ticked all their boxes.

They had to learn how humans actually interact because, frankly, their cover was falling apart. So Miko took matters into her own hands. And since we're talking about Miko, who spends half her time acting like a chaotic gremlin, things got… interesting. She spent most of it teaching them complete nonsense, which led the neighbors to consider them eccentric, to put it mildly

The first few months of settling into their new home were filled with discomforts, absurd situations, and deeply strange interactions — both within the family and with the outside world

During yet another furniture drop-off, a local boy decided to introduce himself to Miko. Wheeljack spotted the interaction and promptly informed the other two

Bulkhead panicked, and that very evening he delivered a heartfelt lecture to Miko about “being cautious, about putting career first, then relationships, and of course being very diligent in choosing a partner so that there isn’t…” He inadvertently gestured toward Wheeljack, who at that exact moment was dissecting an alarm clock. Silence fell. No, Ultra Magnus wasn’t laughing

Wheeljack decided to give the alarm clock a break and sided with Miko, saying that having partners wasn’t a bad thing at all “especially since, by Earth standards, she’s an adult.”

As a result, Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus were doomed to endure several hours of Bulkhead’s furious tirades—ranging from how Earth women, regardless of age, are always in danger, to educational films about human reproduction. Both were on the verge of throwing up.

After that, Ultra Magnus wasn’t seen for a few days, and Wheeljack started setting traps around the yard and installed a security system that, according to him, “only reacts to male individuals.”

The neighbors became even more wary of them. When Ultra Magnus finally returned, he called a family meeting and delivered a lengthy list of rules—most of which revolved around Miko and her potential partners.

At first, she found it amusing. But eventually, even she started to feel they were going overboard. One day, during one of those moments, she snapped and finally admitted that she didn’t even like boys.

After that, they dialed things down a bit but the security system stayed.

Ultra Magnus now kept an eye on every unmarried neighbor within Miko’s age range, creating an Excel spreadsheet titled “Potential Partners for Miko,” complete with a variety of characteristics—and generous contributions from Bulkhead and Wheeljack

In an attempt to redirect the trio’s attention away from herself, Miko decided to find them a hobby. Turns out, Wheeljack’s idea of leisure was building bizarre contraptions—85% of which exploded.also accidentally found a job at one of the auto repair shops

Ultra Magnus, on the other hand, became enamored with Earth literature. He even got a library card and joined the local book club. Magnus insisted on taking Miko with him—well, more like dragging her, while she clung to every surface she could reach. Because, as he put it “Literature is a great source of worldview enrichment and intellectual expansion and… besides, the book club happens to have quite a few girls your age. You could get to know them.”

Miko sulked through most of it—until she noticed that quite a few older ladies were being unusually friendly with Ultra Magnus. Throughout the entire book discussion, they were practically drooling over him. Oh no, Miko wasn’t having any of it. As the meeting wrapped up and the ladies gathered around the ever-stoic Magnus, Miko grabbed his hand and loudly declared, “Come on, Dad, we’re going to be late for dinner.” She gave them all a triumphant look, and Magnus—completely stunned by her words—obediently followed without saying a word. When they got home and Miko disappeared into her room, Magnus sat down on the nearest couch… with a ridiculous smile spreading across his face. Wheeljack, who’d been rocking on a chair across from him, lost balance at the sight and toppled over. Bulkhead, panicking, called Ratchet

Bulkhead was a tougher case. Even shrunk down into a holoform, he still remained rather clumsy, and most of the hobbies Miko suggested—usually something “cool and active”—either didn’t suit him or reminded him of the old days, which he wasn’t eager to revisit

But the search for hobbies became another way for the two of them to reconnect. Despite their best efforts, there were plenty of awkward moments—especially since Miko had spent some time living on the streets. Bulkhead felt a crushing guilt every time it came up, whether Miko mentioned something deliberately or accidentally recalled a moment from that part of her life.

Miko, no matter how fiercely she denied it, was deeply afraid he’d leave her again—and often felt angry because of it. But she always tried not to show it, because Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Magnus were doing their best… and she wasn't exactly a saint herself.

But sometimes there were awkward moments—and even a few arguments

Over time, Magnus and Wheeljack joined in the search for a hobby for Bulkhead. It brought them closer together as a family—but did absolutely nothing to bring them any closer to success

Eventually, Bulkhead found a few hobbies on his own—baking, knitting, and painting. Nothing grand, cool, or refined… but he was absolutely, unapologetically into it. He loved it

It brought him peace and happiness—he could create something wonderful, instead of destroying

Well, aside from his first few attempts at baking—which were… something—Miko absolutely loved it. And once he finally got the hang of it, Bulkhead became surprisingly popular among the local stay-at-home moms. They even started swapping tips and recipes with him. Now Miko had to defend Balkhead from his doting moms as well

Since both Bulkhead and Miko were into painting, Magnus and Wheeljack decided to convert one of the rooms in the house into their workshop. It also became a place to store knitting supplies—and anything else they might take up as a hobby down the line

So when Miko and Bulkhead headed out to meet with Fowler about her flight school application, they meant business. But things turned out to be a lot trickier than they’d expected—especially since they had completely opposite opinions about just about everything… even the tiniest details

Meanwhile, Miko and Bulkhead had a wonderful time. Once the final details of the paperwork and enrollment process were sorted out, they decided to go for a ride and have some fun—just like in the good old days

Meanwhile, Wheeljack and Magnus nearly tore the house apart. The ruckus even drew a few concerned neighbors to the scene. Magnus decided they needed a mediator—a professional opinion—so he called Ratchet. The conversation didn’t go well from the start, but the medic advised them to seek help from someone more familiar with “these sorts of domestic explosions.” Then he said he’d call back later and hung up… to the sound of a blaring siren

When Bulkhead and Miko finally returned, they were met with a pleasant surprise. The workshop was wonderful—they were both thrilled. Wheeljack and Magnus were very proud of it and of the fact that they’d managed to clean up the mess before their arrival

That evening, as they all sat around the table, Miko announced that in a month she’d finally begin her studies—and that she’d decided to live in the student dorms with the others, instead of at home

A few days later, Wheeljack brought home a shepherd puppy. He’d learned from the folks at the garage where he worked that these dogs are incredibly loyal and protective of their owners. He thought Miko would take it with her—but pets weren’t allowed in the dorms. Still, Miko adored the gift and was smitten with the puppy. And Bulkhead? He simply loved anything small and fluffy. Ultra Magnus was outvoted, so the puppy stayed with them

Strangely enough, Ultra Magnus became the puppy’s favorite. He took on everything—training, walks, all of it. He even brought the pup to his book club meetings. The ladies discussing the latest novel adored the dog and eventually informed Magnus that, here on Earth, it’s customary to name pets. (Though, like everyone else, they still didn’t quite believe that the new family in their quiet suburb was entirely human.)

As with everything, Magnus approached the task with utmost seriousness. He prepared an entire presentation of names he deemed most suitable. During the slideshow, Miko interrupted to say he was overdoing it—and that pet names didn’t follow any official requirements. He could simply pick something he liked or something that resonated. A few days later, the puppy wore a new collar with a shiny tag. It read: “Pax.”

The month leading up to the school year flew by. The Wreckers were determined to ensure that the dorm where Miko would be staying was absolutely top-notch. Ultra Magnus startled the dorm administrators by demanding the full set of regulations and residency rules, along with official confirmation from the appropriate agencies that the building met all standards

During the initial inspection, they weren’t particularly impressed—the dorm didn’t meet their standards. (Truthfully, it was perfectly fine… but they didn’t like it anyway.) So they made several return trips, bringing Miko new furniture, items from her room, her art supplies, and even a mini-fridge

When the big day finally arrived, they all came together. It was hard to explain why Miko’s family needed three parking spots. It was a deeply emotional moment - Bulkhead took a ton of photos, Magnus filmed everything, and Wheeljack had secretly brought Pax along, which meant he had to keep a close eye on him

Every weekend and holiday, they spent time together as a foursome. Miko was living her best life—she made new friends and, at every opportunity, told stories about her parents. No one ever quite managed to figure out how many of them there actually were

Meanwhile, the Wreckers had fully embraced domestic life and were enjoying the everyday routine. In the mornings, Magnus took Pax out for walks. Bulkhead was either in the kitchen or painting. Wheeljack, despite holoforms not needing sleep or rest, loved lounging in bed. (Yes, they had one bed. For all three.) In the evenings, they’d talk about their day, watch TV, or play video games together

[nebrasska-alasska]

hope this isn’t too forward (and feel free to not answer) but what is your romance life like? like are you single/ what’s your orientation …? just curious about your experience, since you write such cute fluff!! <3

LMAO THIS IS SENDING ME HAHAHAHA all right you asked for this, here's my juicy backstory XD

First ever relationship was in undergrad, and lasted four years. Ended for a variety of reasons, but was overall pretty solid and taught me a lot!

And then my dating life crashed and burned after that (aka in dental school). It's honestly nearly indistinguishable from a soap opera plot and is pretty ridiculous looking back on it. One scenario I was in, I was in a secret dating/talking stage with someone because they didn't want to go public until they 'figured themselves out' (barf), and apparently their best friend had very strong feelings for me and one night kind of forced themselves on me because they didn't know I wasn't single (and then shortly after the third member of their bestie trio propositioned me to be fwbs which was so bizarre because it was like bro you're gay??? Hello??? So strange), so yeah, had a pretty bad fallout with that one and lost some very close friends as a result, so that sucked. And then with another person I was with, I thought I had found my genuine soulmate and life partner... and then they went home one break and got married to someone else in an unexpected twist. That was a real thumbs-up situation HAHA

Currently, I've been dating someone for almost a year, but since they have to go back to North Dakota for a job at their dad's dental office, we have a scheduled breakup in like a month and a half. Which is a shame since we get along so well, but yeah. I'll be single once again soon [ ;))))))))))))))))))))))) ]

The gist of this is, I write fluff because I've already experienced some pretty crummy situations that I'm not super keen on reliving through Sonic and Shadow. Things are usually pretty silly and goofy, because I want this whole writing thing to be fun escapism! So I'm glad you think my fluff is cute hehehe :P