#“it's not that deep brah”

[january-summers]

No one look at me right now. I started thinking about how the new season is going to undo one of the most defining qualities of Epsilon as an individual if that really was Tex in the trailer. Because of all the iterations of Leonard Church - Director, Alpha, Epsilon – Epsilon was the only one who managed to Let Go of Allison, to stop chasing her ghost, to be able to grow past that grief.

And then I started thinking about the fact that Epsilon is different from the two other Churches because of that, but why?

Because it was just the point in the narrative for him to get over her?

Or because as much of an impact as Epsilon left on Washington, Washington left his own impact on the AI. Washington, who was pretty social before Epsilon, who shows an emotional growth and maturity as the seasons progress, who encourages Carolina to find a balance between moving on and forgetting completely when it comes to her grief over her own lost love, York, left even the barest hint of a road map for Epsilon to have personal growth outside of his predefined Churchness.

Or because Epsilon was Alpha once, and he was reconstructed in Alpha's image, but not Alpha's image of himself. Epsilon is reconstructed in Caboose's image of Alpha. Caboose, who saw the best in Alpha and eventually learned himself how to let Church go, who, when faced with the option of saying goodbye or saving Church, chose to say goodbye even though it hurt him so much because he understood he couldn't erase what had happened even if he brought Church back.

And I feel like it matters that even though Epsilon didn't originally 'remember' Tucker, it was his mental image of Tucker who called him out on how shitty and stalkery the 'follow her down through the layers' thing was. And not just because 'Tucker's the snarky judgemental one.'

And I do enjoy the 'do we have to call them canon?' later seasons, because they continued this theme of closure and grief with (Caboose and) Carolina, except like Epsilon, she managed to confront her grief and move on. She might still love York, but she's not going to chase his ghost to the detriment of others, and she might feel like she's failed in her duty to Wash by letting him walk into that bullet, but they're going to get through it all together. She faced the thing her father did, and she did better.

I just.

Carolina said herself “Dad died when Mum did.” And yeah the Director lost himself to grief when Allison died.

Alpha was within the Meta, with Beta, when the EMP went off killing all the AIs in the Meta's head.

Epsilon managed to start healing from that bullshit.

Like, I'm pretty sure he reabsorbed the Epsi-Tex (Texsilon?) fragment he made when he did that, and that's where she went, but dude. Please. He was moving on, he had reached Acceptance.

Epsilon, who's entire identity is based on being someone else's memories, broke free from that in built script.

When Epsilon died, it wasn't chasing someone he had lost, or fixing the mistakes of his past, it was to save the people he had.

Don't get me wrong, I adore Tex, and I would love for Alpha|Church and Beta|Tex to have a happily ever after (they are way too dysfunctional for it to be considered healthy by normal standards but let them do them it's more entertaining that way) and I'm happy Epsilon's not dead anymore, but just let me lie here for a while having feels over the reasons why Epsilon|Church could do what Director and Alpha couldn't.

[kolektsiakomah]

lonely-mans lazarus is ruining my life rn . how in the world do you recover from stumbling upon a brilliant story only to find out the very 1st rendition of it was retconned and you missed out on a huge chunk of lore + content + fandom fun so now as a stinky newbie you have to piece everything together yourself

[ephemeraltea]

me at 17: i need to be sexy at all times. i need to be attractive when i sleep, as natural as possible. so i can be pretty even when i'm unconscious. i need this obvious reasons.

me now, at 29: mouth guard, hair net and bonnet cap, earplugs, contemplating the value of an eye mask

if this continues i'm going to become a caricature of a middle-aged housewife, and honestly? i'm fucking vibing

[rockstvrdotcom]

i gotchu brah

sorry guys thoughts be runnin wild after 1 am

!! // imagine overstimulating hobie until hes cryin n sobbin n twitching in your palm cumming uncontrollably

"l-love, please, can't take no more.." he involuntarily jerked up into your fist as you jerked him off roughly. he sniffled, tears welling up in his eyes after he just came in spurts of white, thick cum.

he wasn't even sure how he could still cum, and he lost track of how many times he came in your hands. "nah, i think you can take one more." you spoke mercilessly, feeling him throb and twitch.

you left soft kisses on his jaw as you laid right next to him, his cock in your hand, tip swollen. "such a pretty boy, yeah?" you murmured into his ear as he whimpered, unable to form coherent sentences.

you leaned in to kiss him as he held your free hand, tired and weak. he looked at you with half lidded eyes, kissing you back. you felt him jerk up into your palm before you crawled to the foot of your bed, releasing your grip on his dick for just a moment.

he sighed in relief, thinking it was over as tears of overstimulation flowed out of his puffy red eyes.

his relief was quickly crushed as he felt your mouth take him in, his cock hitting the back of your throat. "d- doll, pleasepleaseplease i can't, i can't-" he whined, clasping a hand over his mouth as he bucked up into your throat while you bobbed up and down.

he felt another agonizing wave of pleasure crash over him, cumming deep in your throat as you swallowed it all. he was panting desperately, his chest heaving up and down.

you slid off his cock with a 'pop' before crawling up into bed and next to him. his head was thrown back into the pillows, finally relaxing.

his breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his dick one more time and he looked at you with pleading eyes. "i- i can't, please, hun." he begged.

"one more and we're done, i promise."

[redr0sewrites]

Adam x Reader General Hcs

HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HIM HES JUST SO. AUGAHGEHEG. i love him. characterizing him is so fun, but so challenging at the same time.

🥀 Cw: adam being adam, sfw + nsfw hcs, smut, breeding kink

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

Adam is more prone to casual flings and hookups, hes def not huge on relationships and longterm partners

this means that if your with him, you must be pretty special bc hes a huge ass handful

while he is a pretty big douche, adam is definitely loyal imo

deep down, hes still pretty insecure about both lilith and eve, and im a firm believer that he would never cheat on a partner if he was in a serious relationship

adam comes up with very.... interesting nicknames for you that are 10x more vulgar than the ones he uses for everyone else

hes HUGE on nicknames and petnames in general, at the start of a relationship theyre pretty crude and flirty but over time they start to become sweeter

sugartits, doll, sweet cheeks, bitch boy/babe, babycakes, BAE, lemondrop (idk it just fits), mama/mami, honeytits, honestly anything that comes to mind

adam likes to put "my" in front of most of your petnames, its not so much in a possessive way, moreso in a bragging way, he just loves telling the world that your HIS

he also definitely calls you bro, brah, dude, etc he doesn't care that it "doesnt sound romantic" 💀

adam finds the MOST unhinged things hilarious, hes the type to watch those ten hour long youtube videos of a spinning potato chip and laugh every ten seconds

speaking of, he has one of those loud, booming laughs with a slight wheeze to it

"BAAHAHAHAHAH BAE COME HERE LOOK AT THIS HAHA" and its just a low quality video of a water bottle falling over???

100% a shitty pickup line user

and also a shitty flirter in general

his flirting is just

obnoxious

adam is very proud of you, when the two of you officially got together he probably called half of heaven to announce that you two were dating

"THATS MY PARTNER‼️‼️‼️" type of vibes

adam acts like he isnt big on cuddles bit is secretly the clingiest, most touch starved person alive

PLEASE let him hold you, this man is tall af and loves just swallowing you in an embrace

when he was "courting" you (irritating you constantly and flirting with you obnoxiously until you caught on that he was serious) the biggest tell that his feelings were genuine was the amount of physical contact he initiated

adam was always leaning on you, throwing an arm over your shoulder, resting a hand on your thigh, hooking his arm through yours, overall invading your personal space

he was incredibly happy to FINALLY be able to cuddle with you when you both got together, and HAS to fall asleep touching you in some way every night

adam is almost always wearing his exterminator helmet, but he really likes it when you take it off for him at the end of the day. even he doesn't really understand why, but there's something so intimate to him about the fact that you love his real face more than the persona he puts on

he would rather die than admit it tho

hes not good at words or communication in general, and prefers to express his appreciation through actions

he brings you foods that he knows you like on days where you're especially busy, he gives you song recommendations that he'll think you'll like, he'll buy you a trinket he saw you eyeing at the store, just tiny things like that

adam genuinely does care about you, but as per his usual adam-ness, he would rather go bald than live up to that 💀

nsfw:

you cant tell me this man isnt kinky as shit

hes tried pretty much everything

HE LOVES TO HIT FROM THE BACK, DEF LIKES DOGGY STYLE

i also think he would like the mating press too, getting to watch your face as he wrecks you while also having the opportunity to leave bites all over your thighs, and feel them tremble as he fucks you? sign him up!

his dick is big big

i think hed be a little thicker than average, with a few veins running up the underside, but its his length that's downright heavenly

adam keeps himself pretty well groomed, but has a prominent happy trail and light fuzz at the very base of his cock

listen, this is the first man we're talking about, he KNOWS what hes doing

whether you're male or female, he will go down on you

once he buries himself between your thighs youre done for, adam barely comes up for air as he devours you

hes def sloppy w it too, loves when you cum on his face so he can lick it up

enjoys it when you return the favor as well, i actually think hed really realy like receiving head

would def fuck your face until your drooling

if you hve an oral fixation, you're in luck bc he LOVES watching you suck his dick, his fingers, anything really

adam always makes you lick and suck his fingers before fingering you, and will sometimes trigger your gag reflex by shoving them down your throat to watch you gasp and whine

adam has STAMINA, expect to stay up all night bc this man will stop at nothing to make sure you're both satisfied

i swear this man is built to breed, he has a HUGE breeding kink and goes crazy at the sight of his cum dripping from your hole. even if it's physically impossible for you to get pregnant, adam still babbles about "fucking a prety little babe" into you when he cums

adam likes using plugs to make sure his cum stays inside you, he'll also finger it back inside and loves smearing his cum on your thighs and ass

he also brings his fingers up to your face and has you lick the cum off of them

LOOOVEEEESSS marking you, by the end of the night youre always covered in bruises and scratches and hickeys galore

i love adam guys yes ik hes a douche but hes my douche <3

i wish i characterized him better but whateverrrrrr i dont want to write him as a total asshole but hes def not an angel either (haha im so funny💀)

[transform4u]

What's with all these surfer dudes lately? I'm only trying to find a quiet spot on the beach, they're so obnoxious!

Dude. Bro. There's nothing obnoxious about this beach, this is a surfer bro paradise. You're just annoyed that you're not just like every dude bro here. Don't worry, we'll soon fix that, let's start with those silly little IQ points of yours.

As you soak in the sun on the sandy shore, dude, you start feeling something weird happening, like your brain's catching a gnarly wave outta town. It's like, whoa, your IQ points are like, dropping, man. You can almost see them tick down, like each thought is a like, little bubble popping in your head. It's all chill though, 'cause you're feeling this rush of bro vibes taking over.

Your muscles, bro, they're expanding like air pumped into a wave-ready surfboard. Every inch feels beefier, stronger, dude! You flex and you're like, "Whoa, check it out, my pecs are like, gonna burst through my tank!" You feel your biceps swelling up, pushing against the fabric of your tank. It's like they're trying to break free and show off their newfound size. The veins on your arms stand out more prominently, making it clear that you're not just any ordinary dude anymore. Your muscles are screaming for attention as they grow bigger and stronger by the second. You can feel the power coursing through your body, begging to be unleashed on something – anything! This transformation is incredible; you never thought something like this was possible. And then your biceps, they're all like, "Brah, I'm pumped! Let's catch some sick waves!"

Your voice, dude, it's booming across the beach now, full-on surfer bro mode engaged. You're yelling stuff like, "Yewww! That wave was totally epic, brah!" and "Catch ya on the flip side, dudes!" It's like, your words are echoing louder than the crashing waves, and you're stoked beyond words. You sound like a total bro, dude! Your voice is deep and booming, echoing across the beach as you shout out surfer lingo. Every word comes out with extra emphasis. You're totally oblivious to how dumb you sound; all that matters is feeling the power of your newfound muscles and letting everyone know about it. It's like you've become a caricature of yourself – but hey, if being a surfer bro means looking and sounding ridiculous while having fun in the sun, then sign us up!

And your face, man, it's transformed into this classic surfer bro look. Your grin is mega-watt, showing off those pearly whites like they're the shiniest shells on the beach. Your eyes? They're sparkling like the ocean at sunset, all chill and totally spaced out.

So yeah, bro, you're feeling it. The IQ's on vacation, muscles are maxed, and the surfer bro spirit? It's riding high, ready to catch whatever life (or the next killer wave) throws your way. Gnarly vibes, dude. Totally gnarly. Your abs are growing tighter and more defined with every passing second. They're like a wall of muscle, ready to protect your vital organs from any oncoming waves or potential shark attacks. Your pecs are pushing outward, making it difficult to contain them within your shirt – they're begging for attention and ready to be flexed at a moment's notice. Your legs have transformed into the perfect surfer legs; toned and powerful, able to support you as you ride those monster waves without breaking a sweat.

As your brain continues to catch that gnarly wave out to sea, dude, you're totally feeling those muscles bulging. Your biceps are like beach balls, pumped and ready to show off. You give 'em a flex and you're like, "Whoa, these guns are unreal!"

Feeling all fired up, you strut over to the beach bar, feeling like the hottest dude on the sand. Your shades are on, your tank top's hugging those gains, and you're ready to mingle with your bros and maybe scope out some fine beach babes.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot her. A hot blonde bimbo who's totally catching your eye. Suddenly, you're like, "Whoa, chicks are so hot, dude!" The moment you lay eyes on her, your heart skips a beat. She's the epitome of a surfer chick – blonde hair, toned body, and an attitude that screams "I'm not afraid to get wet!" Her bikini hugs her curves perfectly, leaving little to the imagination. As she walks past you, water dripping from her hair and down her body, you can't help but stare at how hot she is. Your dick instantly hardens in your board shorts; all thoughts of finding guys attractive have been replaced by an overwhelming desire to ram your cock into this beautiful woman. You turn to your bro and holler an obnoxious "Dude! Chicks are so much hotter than dudes!" before making a beeline for the blonde bombshell. You can't believe you ever found guys attractive, all you see are sissies and fags who don't know how to ride the waves or lift weights properly. Your newfound masculinity has completely erased any attraction towards men; they just seem weak and pathetic compared to your muscular physique and confident demeanor. In fact, every time you see a guy checking out another dude instead of focusing on catching some killer waves, it only reinforces your belief that they're nothing but sissies who should stick to their bubble baths and manicures.

You saunter over, your bro-cred in full swing, and you lay on the charm thick. "Hey there, sweetheart," you drawl with a grin. "You must be a mermaid 'cause you've got me hooked!" You throw in a wink for good measure, thinking you're smooth as the glassy waves at dawn.

She giggles, flipping her hair like a sea nymph. "Oh, you're such a charmer," she coos back, eyes sparkling like the ocean at high tide. "What's your name, handsome?"

You puff out your chest a bit more, reveling in the attention. "They call me Taj," you say with a smirk. "But you can call me Wave Rider tonight."

She laughs, a sound like seashells tinkling in the breeze. "I like your confidence," she purrs, leaning in a bit closer. "Maybe we could catch a wave together sometime."

As you get closer, you can't help but check out her ass – it's perfect! You grab her hips and pull her towards you, pressing your hard cock against her stomach. "Hey there, beautiful," you whisper into her ear. "I couldn't help but notice how hot you are." She giggles nervously before responding with a flirty smile. "Thanks… I think." You continue to grind against her as your hands wander up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her bikini top. "You know what?" You say as you lean in for a passionate kiss while grabbing one of those massive tits through the bikini top.

You pull away from the kiss, a smirk on your face as you whisper into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight that you won't be able to think straight." She giggles vapidly in response, clearly not taking your words seriously. Little does she know that once you take her back to your beach house and start pounding away at her tight little body, there will be nothing left of either of your brains – all that matters now is surfing and fucking. And with every thrust of your cock inside her wet pussy or every time she rides one of those massive waves onto the shore, another piece of their former selves disappears forever.

And just like that, dude, you're riding high on the surf of your newfound surfer bro charm. The sun's setting, the waves are crashing, and you're feeling like the king of this beach, ready to catch whatever (or whoever) comes your way. Totally epic, bro. Totally epic.

[user211201]

Drawn

--- Originally posted on 2024-06-29 by breedertfs ---

I find myself getting drawn to your stories more and more often, it's scary! It's like I go into a trance anytime I'm horny and find my way to your blog

It’s almost like that’s my goal, bro.

All guys need a strong, masculine presence in their life. Someone who will guide them and mold them, and I can tell this is attracting you. Do you want someone to talk about what a big, powerful, bad mannered straight man you are? Did your parents fail to set you down the path that now excites you to no end? It’s not your fault, it’s not even theirs.

Sometimes, life isn’t able to give us the tools to become the men we want so badly to be. Maybe you’re a little heavier than the average, maybe you’re too delicate, but something in your upbringing has set you apart from the men that are making you shove your hand down your shorts, stroking your shaft to mental image of musk and muscle and douchebag behavior.

If it sounds so appealing, that’s because your deeper being is begging you to realize this is what you want. It makes you so hard, huh? When I describe a thin guy’s shoulders spreading outwards, broad and strong with bouncing pecs. Beefy arms, tree trunk legs, thick beards reeking of dried pussy juice. The men I specialize in are a special breed, the elite. Of course you’re attracted to them, of course your little brain goes fuzzy and dizzy when you start to jerk it to the idea of a fag becoming a conservative, straight man.

Your cock throbs in your hand, each jerk like a flash in your mind, urging you to look through the illusion you’ve created and see the truth. You get so turned on by these stories because you wish it would happen to you, as if these changes need any magic. Imagine a beautiful woman cupping her fat tits, her slender fingers squeezing her nipples, her body jiggling and shivering with pleasure.

If the idea of sliding your fat cock between her boobs excites you, thrusting until your seed coats her bimbo face, then I’m sorry to tell you, my friend: you’re a straight man. And your body, your former values, are clouding your former rationality and urging you to recognize the kind of man you should allow yourself to become. Just stop taking everything so seriously, allow your thoughts to slow, stop worrying about manners and woke views.

Just think about those huge tits, bro. Think about a squirting pussy, imagine your thick tongue sliding up and down her folds, plunging into her. Imagine your strong hands on her tiny waist, your own stubble on your chiseled jaw growing slick with sweat and juices. Lick your lip, listen to yourself growl, your voice is low and powerful and so demanding. This isn’t a story, this isn’t a wish gone wrong, this is a human male realizing how badly he wants to be a traditional man. No more holding in your farts or belches, no more caring about people’a opinions, no more seeing this woman as anything more than a sex toy to blow your load into. She’s not wife material, brah, but that doesn’t mean she’s not ready to be a mother. Women should know your place like you know yours.

Your bones crack and shift, your expression turns to a sneer, your smile is always so cocky. You are thick with muscle, a cloud of body odor lingering around your glorious muscles, and your fat nine incher is already oozing pre. This is the life you want, the version of you that you want so desperately to take the steering wheel. So let him, bro, let that lustful trance take you where you need to go. Hit the gym, change your political opinions, accept that your cock wants to be deep inside a warm, wet cunt.

Don’t wait for magic, my bro.

There’s nothing more magical than a man who knows his place: and you’re never going to forget where you stand. At the top of the ladder, biceps flexed and your grin smug. Lesser men will wish to be like you, fags are gonna jerk it to your pictures. You just focus on the finer things in life. Sports, cigars, letting your nasty habits be heard and smelled.

Like pulling that blonde bimbo closer, your huge cock thrusting inside her slick folds, her silicone filled tits jiggling from the force. She moans, and you echo the sound with a low growl. You’ll never need to stroke your cock again to my stories — knowing you’ll never run out of fresh, tight pussy to ruin.

Let the trance win, brother. Let the better version of you free.

[mrrharper]

The Bro Zone Resort

Mike entered the resort’s reception area and looked around. It was early in the day so there weren’t that many people around. He walked up to the desk.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you?” A large and muscular man, wearing a tank top with the resort’s logo proudly displayed on his chest, was standing on the other side of the desk and looking at Mike with a slight grin.

“Uhm, hi.” He slowly responded, not used to such a brawny dude talking to him. “I… I have a reservation under the name Mike Crawford for uhhh… the “Bro Tropical” package, I think.” The man behind the desk smiled and nodded, then typed something into his computer while Mike’s eyes wandered towards his broad chest. Then he finally noticed the name written on the tank top, above the left pectoral. Brock. A name very fitting the man, Mike thought.

“Okay, I have everything he need.” Brock spoke, throwing Mike out of his line of thought.

“Uhm, sorry what?” He put on a sheepish grin and Brock chuckled. 

“I have everything ready for you, Mike.” A brochure and a room card were put on the counter by Brock. “You’ll spend your week at the Bro Zone in Room 37F, and your resident for the length of your stay will be Cross, one of our best.” Mike thanked Brock, took all that was given to him and walked up to the elevator. He quickly got up to the third floor and started walking along the corridor, looking for his room. Fortunately, it wasn’t far from the elevator shaft and he unlocked the door with the card he got at the reception desk.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. The entire room reeked of sweat, cheep cologne and a few other things Mike could not name. As he got his bag into the room and closed the door behind him, he looked around and saw an absolute mess. Used jockstraps, shorts and tank tops were hanging from every piece of furniture. Dumbbells were scattered on the floor and every flat surface was covered by cans of coke and protein shake bottles. Mike closed his eyes and let the horrible smell fill his nostrils. God, he was in heaven, he thought.

Suddenly he heard some sounds coming from the bathroom and the door to it opened, revealing the main attraction of Mike’s stay at The Bro Zone. In front of him stood a 6’3 brute, every part of his body thick with muscles, with a few tattoos, a tank top clearly too small to cover all of this bulk, and sweaty gym shorts. Cross looked at Mike, scratched at his crotch and nodded.

“Sup, brah? You Mike?”

“Uhm, yeah.” He nodded awkwardly. Cross shrugged and walked around Mike, then settled on the couch and grabbed one of the half-empty protein shakers on the table next to him.

“Yer bedroom’s on the right” The gym bro moved his hand around, showing Mike what was where in their apartment. “There’s the bathroom, there’s the kitchen, there’s the entrance to the terrace with the pool.”

“Thanks” Mike smiled and walked towards his bedroom.

“Whatever, bro” He heard a grumbled response behind his back.

Mike went into his room and quickly unpacked. The sweaty stench was still very much there, but at least there was no random shit on the floor. As he sat down on the bed and took a deep breath, he smiled. He already knew he was gonna enjoy his stay at the resort.

Then he took out the brochure he got form Brock after coming in and flipped through the pages until he found the only actually important thing - the command that would allow him to control Cross. There were limitations to this of course, the gym bro wouldn’t do anything that would go against his core traits that Mike chose while booking his stay. But it was still a powerful weapon.

With the command memorized, Mike quickly changed into his swimming shorts, his hard on already visible, and left his room. He went back to the main area of the apartment and looked at Cross, who was watching something on TV, his sweaty armpits exposed for Mike to see.

“Bro code.” Mike said with an assertive tone. Cross turned towards him. He still had that arrogant expression on his face, but he was clearly listening. “Go get changed, we’re going swimming.”

“Sure bruh, whatever ya say dude.” The bro shrugged and stood up, then went outside. Mike had a giant grin on his face, he was so excited. 

When he went outside onto the terrace a minute later he saw Cross on the edge of the pool, wearing only a pair of briefs and sunglasses, his hunky body - and his hefty package - almost completely exposed. Mike slowly licked his lips and took a step forward.

[fredwkong]

Himbo Maker: Jean

Jean was deep into muscle. Ever since he’d been the smallest kid in his class every year in school, he’d felt an intense need to someday become the kind of guy who could really dominate a room with his body.

However, even as an adult, he was still a little guy. He’d tried for years, but no matter what, his dark-skinned body stayed slender. So instead, he spent all his free time on forums dedicated to muscle growth, living vicariously through the experiences of others as they gained muscle and posted pictures.

One day he received an unusual message request from another guy on the forum. He’d never seen him in the threads before, but his username was Himbo_mkr so Jean assumed he was probably here for roleplay.

Techie_jean: Hey man. What’s up?

Himbo_mkr: Not much bro. Just been chilling and looking at pix of muscley dudes. I noticed you don’t make many posts. You good?

Techie_jean: Guess I’ve just never done the smart thing and gotten myself a plan.

Himbo_mkr: Brah, you don’t need a plan! I can help you get big in just a few minutes! Wanna give it a shot?

Jean chuckled. Yep, this guy was looking for some roleplay. He looked around his room. Well, it wasn’t like he had anything else to do this afternoon but play video games and build some Gundam. He may as well have some fun with this guy first.

Techie_jean: Sure! What do I have to do first?

Himbo_mkr: The first thing you gotta do is get dumb, bro! Muscles aren’t made with smarts, you need to have nothing in your brain but flexing, eating, and fucking to really build hot muscle.

Straight to the point, huh! Jean was about to type a message in character as a dummy when he felt a tingling in his head. His brain suddenly felt like it was full of cotton, he was having trouble putting thoughts together. Slowly, he made his fingers move. He had to really focus to string the words together.

Techie_jean: Bro… What’s happenin to me?

Himbo_mkr: You’re getting dumb, bro! When a guy gets really serious about getting big muscles, the power to do it comes from all of his useless brains! The smarter he was at the start, the bigger and dumber he ends up.

Jean… supposed that made sense? He couldn’t figure out how this guy could be wrong. He wasn’t really the smartest guy, after all. He scratched his head and looked around his room. It was like it was changing before his eyes, but that couldn’t be right either. No more video games, just a pile of gay muscle pornos. His gundam and other dolls replaced with sex toys and gear that he used to show off his skinny little body. Jean was definitely not smart by any means.

Dummy_jean: Yeah bro, I’m pretty stupid. What were we talkin about?

Himbo_mkr: Getting you swole, huhuhu! Now that you’ve drained your useless brain, your muscles are gonna get huge, bro! You’re a big thick muscle bro!

Jean gasped as an indescribable warm sensation overtook his whole body. With a crack, his back, arms, and legs extended, making him a towering beanpole of a man. His muscles started to vibrate, and then expand. His legs jerked as his quads and then his hamstrings inflated, and were quickly balanced by a thick, jiggly muscle ass. His pecs burst forth from his chest to form a sturdy shelf, and then his back thickened along with his lats, belly, and growing arms.

Looking around, Jean took in the changing space. There was a new dent in his dirty mattress from his huge body, and a weight bench and rack in the corner. Of course, he had to lift all day every day to keep up his bulk. The walls and ceiling were covered in pictures of all Jean’s favourite bodybuilders, his inspiration and his jerk material.

Dumbro_jean: Whoa, bruh, my muscles are gettin huge!

Himbo_mkr: That’s not all, bro! That thick Quebecois cock of yours is keeping up too!

Quebecois? Jean was a bit dumb, sure, but he was pretty sure he’d grown up in Atlanta… Quebec City, right. His dick lengthened and lightened at the same time, and the pale skin tone rushed over his still-growing body. A healthy layer of fat followed, leaving him looking absolutely enormous. Above the blond behemoth’s bed, a Quebec flag unfurled on the wall, showing his national pride.

Jean could barely remember who he’d been before. He knew he’d been smaller… smarter? He’d been American. The idea that he’d so quickly become this huge pale Quebecois stud had him grunting and palming his dick. Soon he was close, cursing quietly in his deep new Quebecois accent.

QC_jean: Calisse, bro, gonna cum!

Himbo_mkr: Yeah brah! Shoot that musky hockey bro load.

Hell yeah! Jean grabbed a used athletic jock that had just appeared next to him. He remembered: he’d worn it for practice this morning, and it was still warm and wet with his sweat. He loved being on the ice, and being around a whole team of big, dumb, sweaty Quebecois hockey players meant he was always leaking in his jock. He held the pouch up to his nose to inhale the musk of his sweat and precum permeating the jock.

His whole room was ripe with used hockey bro gear. Jean hated cleaning any of his equipment while he was on a points streak, and it’d been a few weeks since he’d failed to score in a game. The hockey stuff scattered on the floor was ripe with stale sweat. Being a hockey bro was so fucking hot.

Jean’s thick cock unleashed a torrent of cum as he continued to curse in Quebecois. When he came down, he gave himself a sniff and looked back at his battered old laptop. It was only good for porn and surfing forums, but a bro like him didn’t need it for anything else.

Right now, the browser was open to one of his favourite sports jock forums. He had a post all ready to go, a pic of him after the last game, half undressed in his sweaty gear with his hair stuck to his face, looking like a perfect dumb hockey bro. Quickly, Jean also snapped a picture of his spent dick and sent it to his friend.

Hockey_jean: Include this too?

Himbo_mkr: Definitely, bro! You love showing off your hockey himbo body.

Yeah, this guy was right about everything. No one loved to show off that he was a hot hockey bro for the bros more than Jean.

Inspired by a chat with a bot of my own creation. Format inspired by Codename: Bear_mkr by @biggerchanger

[avissapiens]

How to be a Bro Ch.8: Elements

(Model ID: Nyle Nayga // https://www.instagram.com/nylenayga/?hl=en)

Uplifted, flighty, refreshing. That haze of bro euphoria coming over the horizon. As light and as welcome as a breeze in a heatwave. Breathe it in bro. Let it fill your lungs and overwhelm your senses. The wafting scent of pure unabashed hedonism whipping you and your bros up like a whirlwind of sensation. That thick mist of simple, uncritical enjoyment settling over your crew as all of you bounce, lightheaded on cloud 9

They might say you’re an airhead. That your ego has ballooned. That you and your brahs are lost in a fog. But the plain truth is that when you’re as smokin’ hot and happy as you are, those things are all compliments. Uplifting beneath those fucking wings. And while they’re too busy blowing hot air, you and your bros can vibe together in the heady musk of your own combined masculine aura.

Let your roaring laughter at those fucking nerds and the deep rumble of near-erotic passion and enjoyment echo like a thunderclap. Your crew like an incoming storm at the club, all charged positivity and a rippling haze of good vibes and attractive uninhibitedness. All gas, All glory. With that douchey style and sculpted moan-inducing bod exposed to the warm wind, wafting your pheromones even further to draw in more babes, bros, sluts and studs.

Let your fraternal bonds guide your life like a jetstream. Simple and proud as a springtime zephyr. That whirling tornado of masculinity and enjoyment picking you up higher and higher and letting you soar to touch the sky. The last shreds of any shame or nerd bs leaving you like a dying breath and letting you truly enjoy that airy bro bliss.

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[derangedanomaly]

As a celebration to New Year, I decided to mush this thing up in a matter of...few minutes?? Don't know how long this took me.

I'm still working on your requests, but I thought I'd get a break and do this for a change! I can't thank you enough for your support! I love writing, and seeing you guys liking my stories is very heartwarming, thank you!

Enjoy this silly story :)

NEW YEAR's KISS

UNDERTALE AU's x Reader

"GUYS! IT'S GONNA BE NEW YEAR SOON!" You kicked open the door, going towards everyone in the, exclusively large, living room. "Wow, I can't believe it's 2024 already." Ink exclaimed, taking a sip of his drink. "Yeah! Y/n, come on, let's get some drinks!" Swap flashed you his famous smile as you went towards him.

You hosted a big party for the New Year, and everyone arrived! There was Dream, Ink, Swap, Sans, Fell, Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, Error, Fresh, Dance, Epic, Science, Berry, Reaper, even NIGHTMARE came. And that's saying a lot.

You really don't know how you all can fit inside your living room, but it's better to not question it...

As you and Swap went to retrieve drinks, Fell and the others were cooking up a plan of their own...

Fell went in the middle of the room. "ALRIGHT YOU LOSERS, TONIGHT..I. FELL WILL KISS Y/N!" There's a long silence until everyone started yelling

"WHAT?!" "No way! You won't!" "Not on my watch!" "SHUT UP!" And so on, until Classic shut everyone's mouths.

"EVERYONE! EVERYONE! Calm down." Everyone very soon became silent. No one wanted to go against Classic, seeing as he's the original Sans...

"There's no need for us to make such a ruckus... Y/n invited us all because of their great personality..." Classic spoke once more, until Killer interrupted. "Yeah.. I know what, 'Personality' you mean.." Science looks at Killer's blushing face, and immediately swats him. "HEY!" "Don't talk like that about them." He sternly told him, before focusing his attention at Classic, yet again.

"-And I'm just saying, they probably don't expect to be kissing anyone." There's a long silence as everyone shamefully looks at the floor. "The only one they'll be kissing is me." Classic finishes his speech, making the others argue. Again.

"And what makes you think they'll kiss you??" Ink pointed at Classic. "Yeah. Maybe... they'll go for a more mysterious skeleton." Dust spoke next, making the others turn to him with a questionable look. Berry erupted into laughter. "MWAHAHAHA! YOU?! Nah, with yo emo ass.. they would rather much like someone like me!" Nightmare scoffed. "Yeah. Right." Berry looked at Nightmare, offended. "Like you're any better." Nightmare suddenly smirked. "Yeah. I have tentacles.." his cheeks gained color, as he blushed deep turquoise. They all just looked at him confused, until it hit them. "Ew, gross! Why would anyone be into that?" Killer made a yuck noise. "Stop kink shaming." Reaper gave him a smirk, as Killer grimaced.

The boys fell silent when they saw you and Swap enter the room with smiling faces. "Hey guys! We're finally back, everyone grab a drink and pour yourself some! It's gonna start soon~!" They all did what they were told.

Epic went up to you with a blushy face. "H-Hey...ahem. Hey brah! I wanted to ask-" he didn't finished his sentence as he was pushed away by Error. "Go away! Hey Y-Y/n.." you only blinked. "Yeah?" ... Silence. There was nothing, he was about to speak, but was kicked away by Cross. "That's for my best friend! And...uhh..hi Y/n! Enjoying yourself?" You nodded. "Yeah! I'm glad to be spending New Year's with my friends!" He suddenly froze, which Dream got a good advantage of. "Y/n!-" Not even a few words in and he was pushed aside by Science. "Y/n! Iwannaaskifyouwanna-" you cut him off, not understanding a word he's saying. "Sci, sci...calm down. Or you might get a stroke. Heh.." you pat his head walking away. "...." "Gosh darn it..." He swore, looking down.

You gasped, seeing the screen. "This is it guys! 10....9..." You all counted as the numbers kept going down. The others couldn't help but feel disappointed. None of them could mange to ask for a kiss.... "5...4...3..." It was disappointing, really.. "3...2...1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" You all shouted.

You suddenly sprinted towards Swap and Horror. They all watched curiously. What could you possibly want from them? They all stared with shock as you kissed Swap, and then Horror. Leaving red marks on their skulls, from your lipstick. (A/N: REMEMBER! ANYONE CAN WEAR LIPSTICK! LIPSTICK DOESN'T HAVE GENDER)

They both have a very dizzy expressions on their faces, as you grinned, then went towards the couch.

Turns out, that Horror actually disappeared while everyone was arguing. He went to help you and Swap out, since that conversation was boring him. There, he witnessed Swap asking you that sacred question, then he decided to also ask.

This was a very tragic New Year for them all. Except Swap and Horror. ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! :D

[pokegalla]

Requested by @tryslogic

A little comfort and fluff for the soul✨

How will these Sans AUs comfort their S/o when they dissociate themselves after hearing bad news?

Fresh:

* Fresh is a fun guy to be with and you’re his S/o. He’s always ready to take you out for some fun and mischief! But he’s quick to catch on when you started acting different. Now he’s not very good with understanding emotions…..but he’s smart enough to know if it’s something not good. This was a clear bad sign and he’s already by your side once he’s figured it out.

* How he approached you was rather blunt- “Wassup brah? You not feeling yourself? Ain’t been getting yer messages in awhile.” He’s pretty casual about it and doesn’t seem concerned. Just genuinely curious. It only confuses him more when you don’t answer. So when you DO explain about receiving bad news and your dissociation as a sort of emotional whiplash…..he just stares at you…..then with a straight face says “Wat Dat? Is that like a rollercoaster-?” You swear if you didn’t love him, you would have punched him but instead you can’t help but laugh.

* But that’s definitely how he’s gonna help you! Making you laugh and come out of your shell bit by bit. He’ll get you your favorite snacks and chill with you the entire day in your home, playing games and snuggling. Once he sees you feeling better, he’ll look….surprisingly relieved. It’s odd he can’t feel emotions. But he does always feel…..something when he sees you smile. Something special.

* He wants to protect that special something you have together❤️

Lust:

* He’s a wonderful bone-friend and he’s very sweet as he always will give you the space you need. So when he notices you not messaging as much, he at least keeps messaging you sweet words of confirmation, letting you know that he still loves you and gives you multiple cute compliments with cute emojis as well✨ he usually waits until you tell him what’s wrong or say that you wanted to talk. Once you do, he immediately goes visit you.

* He comes over already with sweets and coffee from a nice bakery just for the two of you to share while you both talked about what’s wrong. “C’mon love…..you can take your own time. But know that I’m here for you.” You can’t help but feel much more comfortable as you tell him your recent situation and how drained you felt. “Awwww you poor little thing~ I’ll make sure to take care of you~”

* And he was not kidding on that. He ended up giving you a fun little spa day at home! Giving each other face masks, mani-pedis, washing your hair, massages, that skellie spoiled you rotten- by the end of the day, you two were cuddling in each other’s arms. He made sure you were ok by flirting and complimenting you…..and seeing you blush was just a nice bonus~. He’d be so happy to see you feeling better, he’d smother you in kisses.

* He’s your little Casanova! He wants to make sure his sweet S/o is happy no matter what!

Blue:

* Blue is a little confident sweetheart! At least he tries to be confident. Deep down he’s quite the Worrywart for the people he cares about. So seeing you distance yourself rang a lot of alarm bells for Blue. But oh he was so hesitant to confront you about it. What if he bothered you? What if he was overthinking? Oh what if HE was the reason you were upset?! He had to snap himself out of it. Whatever the case may be, it was his job to help his S/o!

* He kinda tries to dance around trying to ask you what’s wrong by asking questions about your day, if you’ve eaten anything, Y’know just making sure you’re ok. But when you question his concerns, he finally says it. “Well you’ve been….distant. And I didn’t know how to ask you directly. I’m sorry if I did anything wrong-“ you of course stop him right there. After all it wasn’t his fault at all! After the explanation, he understood right away! “Really?! Oh well we can’t have that now can we? Just leave it to me!”

* Blue did not hold back- he started cleaning the place, doing your laundry, dishes, and he didn’t want you doing ANYTHING. He wanted you to relax and have time for yourself! And he even made dinner for you! (He didn’t burn the kitchen down and it actually tasted pretty good thank god- but it seems he’s been practicing for you❤️). The day ended off with cuddles on the couch while watching a movie. Poor guy was super tired at the end but you couldn’t be more happier to have him as your bone-friend.

* He really is like your knight in shining armor, ready to defend you from anything! Even a bad day!

[tarotwithdanise]

REVEALING THEIR QUIRKS THAT YOU WANTED TO KNOW PT.1

༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ how to choose pile? ✧ . ˚

꒰⠀from left to right ; intuitively choose the pile your mind, heart and soul desire for. if you are having trouble choosing the right pile for you, here’s some tips you can do ; (1) take a deep breath (2) close your eyes (3) ask guidance from your guides (4) finally open your eyes and you can choose the right pile for you by the guidance you ask from your guides. if you are still having trouble by choosing the right pile for you let me know because i am willing to help and guide you.

PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE

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PILE ONE

can easily recognize suspicious person at the very first time they had interaction with them.

may have braces atleast once on their life.

may act cold for no valid reason, they just feel to act one because they think it's cool (BRAH☠️)

can sleep anywhere and anytime, type of person who would literally sleep more than 8 hours per day if they have time.

always applying sunscreen even though they're not set themselves under the sun. (skin protection is real)

prefer romance books when it comes to genre to read.

may have some white hair even though they were literally young in age.

wear anklet or may have a rose tattoo or just tattoo on one of their feet.

if they find you boring person they won't even bother to listen to you at all, it really to noticeable this about them since they tend to show disinterest.

thin or petite.

always sits on the floor rather than sitting on a chair or coach 😭😭😭

prefer barefooted and simple shoes to wear.

into swimming getaways and might be a surfer.

have wrist bands or hair ties such scrunchie around their wrist.

typically good at mimicking others lol.

type of student who think that is okay to pass rather than to be failed also can be the clown class.

just randomly yells when they're watching tv because they might find the characters dumb or if it's a game show they probably likes to cheer and say the right answer even though they aren't really there.

loves to annoy and tease other people especially their classmates and siblings or family.

can be a prankster.

bed is their weakness and only comfort on their noisy and exhausted world.

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PILE TWO

can split, have a strong and flexible body.

someone who talk, eat or walk fast.

spend their most of the time imagining, illusions or fantasizing with their dream life.

likes to chew gums or bite their own lips.

might have an specific birthmark on their face or arms and hands.

likes to do TikTok or enjoy watching TikTok or YouTube shorts.

someone who is music is life, they have headphones, earbuds or earphones on their bag.

have a weird or distinctive laugh.

someone who have a big hands or feet.

someone who is introverted and likes to be alone and prefer more their own company rather than anyone else.

a picky eater and type of someone who is afraid to order in any food restaurants or fast food chains.

you will be amaze by them, they can do some magic tricks 🪄🪄🪄

likes to ghosting others.

type of someone who avoid eye contacts a lot- they're shy type people.

someone who is into yoga.

someone who likes to watch ASMR videos, they find it very comforting.

type of individual who will literally adopt a stray animals.

promotes equality for everyone.

always carry a bag even it's a small one.

wants to travel but they're broke right now.

havinh a hard time choosing clothes or things that will suits them.

someone who is into anime or manga.

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PILE THREE

wants to be in a relationship but hella don't even get out in their comfort zone.

someone who likes to wear hoodies.

may have freckles or scar on their face.

someone who prefer a partner who is way more unique and different than the rest of people they've known.

prefer to wear pjs, pants or leggings.

prefer the color of black, green, white red and yellow as their favorite color.

have unique or uncommon eye color, their eyes seems like sparkling-you might get drawn.

might be into smoking or drinking alcohol.

someone who enjoys planting plants, vegetables and flowers.

a risk taker not even afraid of change, they think they're ready for everything.

have a mysterious and alluring aura that surrounds them.

likes to licks or bite their nails.

moles on their face.

someone who can stay awake all night- night owl person.

prefer sad songs and hate third parties.

fashion styles that they may prefer are streetwear, boho and casual.

observant individual, typically someone who can witness and see what's happening on their surroundings.

probably on the average or taller of height.

hate liars, cheaters and scammers.

someone who have a strong scorpio, leo, capricorn, virgo, taurus and sagittarius placements.

someone who act as a father/mother of a friend groups even though they just have the same age as them.

have a beautiful and lovely-might be into singing as well.

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Hypnotic Circle 4 - Alan’s Allergic Reaction

“Hey bud! Thanks for coming”

“You said you could help me”

“Sure! Why not?”

“Here! Use this”

“What’s this ?”

“Inhale this shit”

“That smell like rotting apples “

“SMELL IT “

“Okay okay! Sheesh”

“Woah! Dizzy spell”

“Body shaking “

“Am I having a reaction”

“I am hot”

“Fucking sweaty “

“Breaking out “

“Oh my god”

“Bbaassttaarrddd”

“He shuts up finally! Geez!”

This tall muscular tank of hotness is falling in the apartment floor leaving me enough time to race to close the window and the window blinds.

I lock all of the doors flipping the lights on to high blast for me to see all of it in his glory of a body because I will have this arrogant talkative asshole.

Stomping my feet he jolts up from his deep coma like slumber with his eyes staring up at the wall like a puppet flaying side by side on the floor.

I crack up making my way going to his side as he turns to me with excitement he takes my hand in his and I help him up to full on height.

“Dude! What’s up?”

“Oh! Your up?”

“Yeah bro!”

“Great!”

“You think so”

“Well you are…”

“HOT!”

“I know I am”

“Ugh! Still so conceited “

“Brah! Get over hear”

“Bear hug”

“I rather not”

“Stop it”

“Excuse me!”

“Come on”

“Drop to your knees”

“Unload my pants “

“Suck me off”

“Let’s play pool”

“Finish the job”

“You have a hold on me”

“Stop quoting songs”

“No lyrical content”

“I am dumb”

“So say stupid shit the “

“What?”

“You heard me”

“Actually strip”

“Get naked “

“On the bed”

“Spread your legs “

“I am about to fuck you “

“Nice and raw “

“Hell yeah!”

“Oh god! You are deep”

“I am so tight”

“You are driving me crazy”

“I am wild”

“So hard”

“Zip it”

“You are stupid”

“Yes sir “

“Turn around”

“Bareback”

“Fuck off”

“Uuugggghhhh”

“Nnnnnhhhhffffff”

“If you won’t shut up”

“Sorry sir”

“That’s it now you have a gag”

“Mmmppppffffff”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“More like it”

“Focus super pussy”

He riles up to command as he explodes cum all over himself, I climb off losing my self to my own thoughts.

“I am blank”

“Process alter personality “

“Slave number three and I am just starting to have my fun.”

The end

[obsidiancreates]

Out of the Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 9)

“Okay, everyone line up.”

The four children scramble into a line before their fathers, standing at attention. Raphie tries to look stern as he stands before them, ready to lay down the law, but…

Raph has his arms crossed and little twin sai hanging at his hips, Leo is looking up at Raphie with an attentive and dutiful expression, Donnie has his little bo already held in both hands, Mikey is crouched in a squat ready to leap onto the nearest fire escape and get to the rooftops…

Raphie can’t help it.

Instead of continuing his planned speech, he bursts into tears and scoops all four kids into a big hug.

“RAPHIE IS SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS!” he sob-shouts. “YOU’RE ALL GROWN UP!”

“DAD!” Raph pushes against his father, trying to get Breathing Room moreso than actually escape. “YOU’RE GONNA CRACK OUR SHELLS!”

“Seriously, bro, you gotta set ‘em down.” Leon plucks his son out of Raphie’s grip. “Don’t make me give the ‘stay where we can see you’ speech! I’m the cool dad!”

“You’re all the cool dads!” Mikey wiggles, and slips out of Raphie’s hold. He falls to the ground and lands in a crouch, one hand on the cement of the alley floor. “And cool uncles!”

“Guh!” Donnie squirms, but makes the least progress in escaping his uncle’s loving capture. “Uncle Raphie, I-I think I see a light!”

Raphie lets go, and as Raph falls he kicks off of one of his dad’s spikes to catch Donnie before he hits the ground. Raphie sniffles, wiping his eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” he says, voice still wobbly. “Now remember. This is a practice patrol, and we’re gonna do our best to avoid any fights. If one breaks out, you run and hide together and call Auntie April and facetime her until the fight is done. Got it?”

“Awww, but Dad! Why do we have these if we’re not gonna use ‘em?!” Raph pulls out his little sai, spinning them in his hand fast enough to make a metallic shhhhhing! sound before gripping them tightly and raising them for battle. “I wanted to kick some butt! And you just said we’re all grown up!”

“Raphie meant it felt that way because Raphie can remember when you were all tiny babies!” Raphie pinches his fingers together for emphasis. 

“This is why direct communication is always preferable to emotional outbursts,” Donald says flatly. “Kids, you’re all still too young to take on any big fights. The weapons are an absolute last resort in case the literal worst occurs!”

“Which it won’t,” Angelo assures, partly to the boys but mostly to Raphie. “Just remember to keep up, call out if you fall behind, and if you see a villain, tell one of us!”

“But we’re already ten years old!” Raph keeps a grip on his sai. “We’re totally ready for a fight!”

“Not with an adult, little man,” Raphie says, rubbing his son’s head. “If you want to fight another ten-year-old, though, just make sure the kid is a jerk who deserves it.”

“Orrr, how about we don’t fight anyone, huh?” Leon elbows Raph. “Especially not human ten-year-olds.”

“What about yokai or mutant ten-year-olds?” Mikey whispers to Donnie.

“I think we can assume they fall under the same ruling,” Donnie whispers back. “But the three of you can claim misunderstanding, I guess.”

“Sweeet! Sorry your big brain means you can’t fight with us, Dee.”

Donnie sighs. “I could always say I had to jump in.”

While the two “younger” boys whisper to each other, Donald and Angelo lean their own heads together.

“Do they know we can totally hear them?” Angelo whispers.

Donald shakes his head. “Note to self, add ‘proper whispering techniques’ to the list of things I never realized I’d have to teach someone until I became a parent.”

“Alright, huddle up!” Raphie waves the kids closer. “Now just hop on our backs and-”

“Too slow, uncle-brah!” Mikey, practically vibrating with excitement, springs up onto the fire escape ladder and begins making his way to the roof like a bouncy ball on a mission! 

“Junior, wait!” Angelo dashes after his son.

“Okay, nobody follow Mikey’s exa-!”

Raphie is cut off as Raph, Donnie, and Leo all follow Mikey’s example, leaping and flipping their way up to the building rooftop all on their own. Raphie watches, tearing up again.

“Your chasm is getting deeper again, bro.” Leon watches the boys with a proud smile of his own, but it slowly turns into a frown. “Heyyy… does this mean they’ve been sneaking out to practice their building-climbing?”

“Not according to the lair entry and exit logs,” Donald says, pulling up said logs on his wristpad.

“You record our entries and exits?”

“But of course! After the Big Mama incident when they were six!”

Raphie and Leon both Oooooh in understanding, then crouch and spring up to climb the building themselves. Donald uses his hovershell instead, meeting his family at the rooftop, where Angelo is clinging to Mikey and checking him for scrapes.

“Daaaaad!” Mikey pops into his shell in protest. “I only wobbled a little like, one time!”

“You almost fell!”

“Did not!”

“Hamato Michelangelo Jr, I know an almost-fall when I see one! Your uncles and I didn’t learn to skateboard right out the eggs, you know!”

“RAPH! SAVE ME!”

Raph, though, is too busy rolling on the back of his shell pointing and laughing- until his own dad picks him up.

“I was in the middle of telling you to keep close and jump on our backs to get up here!”

“We aren’t tots anymore, Dad! We can get around without riding on your shells all the time!”

“Wait, but, I still think that’s fun!” Mikey shouts as he pops his head back out of his shell. His limbs follow soon after, and Angelo sets him down so Mikey can scramble up Raphie’s back and wrap his uncle’s neck in a hug. “It’s cool, Uncle Raphie, don’t listen to Raph!”

Donald and Leon both look down at their own sons- who have the decency to look away sheepishly, Donnie laughing a little and rubbing the back of his neck while Leo taps his fingers together shamefully.

“Just saying, this is not a great way to build our confidence that you’re ready for this,” Leon says. “Look, I get it. Rules totally suck, especially when you’re a kid with a lot of energy and total rad ninjocity to go with it. But you guys don’t have any experience with this kinda stuff yet-”

“Yeah we do, when we went to the yokai hote- mmmph!” Mikey’s reminder of their little sneak-out is cut off as Raph quickly covers his mouth and drags him over to Leo and Donnie so the four are grouped up again.

“Okay, you have a little experience,” Leon allows. “But still not enough for us to feel like you’re okay to be doing this stuff on your own. The plan was for you to just hop on our backs to get up here and then follow along on your own, but now I think we should have you on our backs until you get a good idea of what patrol is actually like.”

Raph releases his little brother with a scowl. “Way to go, Mikey!”

“Hey, you followed me too!”

“Boys, no fighting!” Raphie pats his shell, and Raph reluctantly climbs up. “Little man, are you actually mad at your brother for going up first, or are you mad at yourself for following his lead?”

Raph sinks against his dad’s shell, like he’s trying to hide among the spikes. “Mad at myself for screwing up,” he mumbles.

“So what do you want to say to Mikey now?”

“... Sorry, Mikey.”

“And?”

“Do I have to?”

“Raph.”

“Fine. And… I shouldn’t take it out on you when I’m upset with myself, I should take time to process it and deal with it healthily.” With each grumbled and embarrassed word, Raph sinks lowers and lower among the spikes until he’s basically lying flat on his father’s shell.

“It’s okay Raph,” Mikey says from his own dad’s back. “I’m sorry I went up without listening or waiting for anyone.”

“I’m so proud of you both,” Angelo sniffles, making Mikey beam and Raph even more embarrassed. Angelo’s years disappear as he points off into the distance. “Now enough rules-laying! It’s time for RAZZMATAZZ!”

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Four shadows leap with ease from rooftop to rooftop, silent despite the huge stature the silhouettes imply. The bright neon glow of the city around them hardly touches the ninjas as they effortlessly move, unseen and unheard.

But the lights touch something else.

The hearts and awe-stricken souls of four young boys.

Clinging to their fathers, the boys all stare out at the city with wide eyes. The neon lights reflect, some colors seeming to linger a bit longer than others. Bright blues glow in Leo and Mikey’s eyes, toxic green gleams in Raph’s, and deep reds shine in Donnie’s.

“Dad?” Leo says as they land.

“Yeah?”

“Can we come up every night?”

Leon’s heart melts at the soft, awed tone in his son’s voice. “Someday, mi hijo.”

Leo hugs his dad’s neck a little tighter- and then too tightly. Leon chokes for a second, reaching up to loosen his son’s hands. “Whoa-”

“Dad, look!” Leo points.

Leon looks down at the street to see that Leo is pointing at a group of humans all filing out of a… reality office? They’re all somewhat slack-bodied, eyes wide-open and swirling.

Leon stops, and without a word his brothers stop too. He crouches and squints. “Don? Is that something mystic, or did a really bad lawsuit just hit that office?”

Donald reaches up to flip his mystic goggles down, but Donnie beats him to it and flicks them onto his father’s eyes. A robotic arm comes out of Donald’s battlehell to rub Donnie on the head as Donald’s normal organic arms adjust the settings. “Ooooh, it is definitely mystic.”

“Come on! It’s been quiet for weeks and now something happens?!” Leon groans, dropping his head dramatically at the timing of it all. “Okay, Raphie and I will go check it out, you and Angelo stay with the boys.”

Angelo and Donald both give a thumbs-up as Leo and Raph climb down from their dads’ shells and stand next to their uncles. Leon and Raphie hops down, sneaking into the office through an open window.

“Thank gosh for those new window-sizing regulations,” Angelo sighs as Raphie peeks his head back out and slams the huge window shut.

“Yes, an incredible stroke of luck for Raphie and his continued ninja-ing, he said completely non-suspiciously.”

“... Doooonald? Did you lobby for the city to require windows to be bigger so Raphie can keep sneaking into places?” Angelo grins at his brother.

“Technically since Mutant and Yokai are more or less a known ‘secret’ is it really lobbying to simply… throw money at politicians until they make more mutant-friendly building regulations?”

“Awwwww!”

“No, no no stop gushing! I am still the detached bad boy!”

Donnie giggles at his dad’s statement. 

“Gasp! Not you as well! My own progeny!”

“Well, technically progeny would imply we’re genetically related, Dad.”

“... You know you’re adopted?”

“Was I not supposed to?” Donnie climbs down so he can look his dad in the eyes. “I mean, we aren’t the same kind of turtle, or even mutant turtles.”

Donald looks, slowly, over at his nephews. Who seem unphased, only equally as curious and perplexed as their brother.

“How long have you all known that?” Angelo crouches down and Mikey slides off so his dad can look him in the eyes. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“Why would we?” Raph asks, shrugging with his arms crossed. “Auntie April isn’t related to us either. Or Auntie Cass. Or Uncle Casey.”

“Papa Draxum isn’t even related to us, really,” Donnie adds. “Why would we need to talk about it?”

“Well… usually, with human families, being adopted is kind of a big deal.”

“Well, sucks for them.” Raph grins, somewhat deviously. “Just another way our family is way cooler than a boring normal one!”

“Yeah!” Mikey hugs his dad. “You guys are our dads! Nothing else matters!”

Donnie looks up as he feels water drip on his head. “Uh, dad?”

Donald is covering his eyes with his forearm, tears streaming down. “That one really got through.”

“Um, would a hug make this better, or worse?”

Before Donald can answer, there’s a scream. A familiar scream.

Donald and Angelo scoops the boys up as Leon comes crashing into the rooftop.

“Dad!” Leo pushes out of Angelo’s hold and rushes to his father. Leon groans and stands, a little battered but not seriously hurt. Leo hugs his leg. “Dad, what happened?”

“Okay, so, little good-news bad-news situation,” Leon says. “Good news, it’s just Hypno and the worm guy looking to not have to wait in line to find a bigger apartment.”

“And the bad news?” Donald leans out over the edge of the building.”

“Hypno may have hypnotized Raph into being their bodyguard against the rest of us.”

“What?!” Raph runs over to the edge of the building and jumps–

Only for one of Donald’s robotic arms to grab him mid-air.

“I have to go help my dad!” Raph swings his tiny sai at nothing. 

“We will go snap Raphie out of it,” Donald says, setting Raph back down by Mikey and Donnie. “You four stay here! Don’t worry, Hypno and the… worm… thing… are complete villain lightweights. For us. Not for you.”

“But-!”

“Raph,” Leon says, kneeling down to put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “You know how upset your dad would be if you were in danger because of him, right?”

Raph’s eyes go wide, and he looks down. He grips his sai harder for a second… and then slumps, spinning them and putting them back on his belt. He steps back, huddled up with his brothers.

“We’ll be back before you can say ‘cowabunga’,” Leon promises. “Remember, call Auntie April!”

And the three fathers hops down from the building.

And their sons are left alone.

“Uncle Raphie’s gonna be fine, bro,” Mikey assures, putting a hand on Raph’s back. “They beat those dudes every time.”

“I know. … But they made him hurt Uncle Leon.” Raph sniffles and wipes his eyes. “Dad hates when he even-even accidentally hurts him during sparring or something.”

They all move back, hiding in the shadow of a billboard, and wait as the sounds of shouts, crashes, and portals sound from below. For a while it’s all they hear, until-

“Hey!”

“AHHH!”

All four spring up, drawing their weapons at once and spinning around to face the voice.

A little bird yokai girl, no older than them, hovers above. Her arms and wings are one and the same, yellow feathers drifting off as she flaps somewhat frantically to stay aloft. She’s majority yellow, with black accent feathers at the ends of her wing-arms, and a few on the top of her head that look kind of like a poofy topknot bun. She’s got a smart little deep-pink suit, and her orange beak is dotted with pink freckles.

Mikey relaxes a little, lowering his nunchucks. “Oh, hi!”

The girl arrows her eyes. “Are those guys down there your dads? “Four of them are!” Mikey puts his hands on his hips and grins, even as his brothers all gape in disbelief at his openness. “The other two are evilll villains!”

The girl scowls. “Your dads are beating up my dads!”

“Oh! You-your Hypno and the worm’s kid!” Leo chuckles nervously. “Um, our dads are just-”

“Totally ruining our chance of getting a penthouse!”

“... Will it help if we tell you they just want our uncle un-hypnotized?” Mikey tries as his brothers all glare at him.

“My dad hypnotized him because he needed a bodyguard!”

“Why’d he need a bodyguard to rent an apartment?! Huh?!” Raph points up at her with one of his sai, matching her scowl.

“Because we can’t afford one, we need it free, and some stupid humans have a problem with us doing that!”

“Listen, we all think housing should be free–” Leo says, and his brothers all nod in unison, “– but our dads only went in to see what was happening, and yours made it into a problem!”

“Oh yeah?!” The girl drops down, landing on her feet, feathers puffed and ruffled. “Well yours are ugly!”

“HEY!” Mikey spins his nunchucks again. “Take that back!”

“No!”

“Well you’re ugly!”

“Mikey, don’t! We’re not supposed to get in a fight, remember?!” Donnie whispers harshly.

“Too bad!” The girl throws her wing-arms out. “You’ll regret the day you ever insulted the dads of Tweetie Stone!” “Ah… sewer apples.”

[jams-sims]

So I finished Sucker for Love 2 (a date to die for) the short and sweet of it is. I loved it, Roxi is my type of romance, cold to start but once warm is very loyal, very fluffly in nature. She likes you and I'm always a sucker for mutual love.

Side Bar// I find that mutual love and respect are heavily missing in the romance x horror space. Because that what sucker for love is Romance x Horror lite. I feel like most game/stories lean way to far into abuse. An less of the, I would spend a thousand years looking for you/being with you. The deep loyality is the blue print and what is severely lacking in the genre. So- Sucker For Love really provides that.

BUT- I always found it weird how the humans in both games did not simply become Eldirch Abominations themselves. Eldritch monster are born from anything and everything. So i always found it weird how the human did not end up embodying that themsleves.

Like the reailty is 3 layers deep, there is the human world which is nothing but a dream a god dreams of, then we have the second reailty where the Eldrich gods wake up, then the third where it is a single enity that sleep always. How someone like Stardust, that is now immortal does not manifest on the second layer as a new Eldritch creature. Is beyond me! I know its probably just canon that Eldritch beings are not born that way. But man do i have fanfic idea where it works like that.

I just think it would be neat if, when the Gods woke up, they wouldn't just wake from a dream. They could have their loved ones right there with them. Brah im gonna be talking about this for weeks.