#AT LEAST LET HIM BE SILLY AGAIN

[prringlecan]

Guys do you think welt will ever get his silly man arc in hsr. He’s just a silly old man. let him rip off someone’s limbs with nothing but pure gravity thanks

like will we get to hear more about VA. Will he SHOW UP. No not you luocha I want the minecraft cube in the flesh (????). What if something happens to himeko. WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO HIMEKO.

Please,,,, I need the old man to break a leg. And no I don’t mean his own but it is also very likely

also rip to the astral express if welts gay ass red blue sonadow kinning nuke making besties decide to take a trip through space to say hi to his ass they’re not ready for hurricane einsla

This is a cry for help welt fans pspspspspspspsps

[muninnhuginn]

Lu Guang is such a contradiction of a character and I don't mean that in a bad way at all. He talks down on superstitions and yet is somewhat superstitious himself. He wants to control dives down to the second and yet doesn't provide cxs with necessary info despite that making the dives harder to control. He always tells cxs not to change the past and yet he himself is attempting to change cxs's death. He doesn't believe in his own quest and yet he does it anyway.

That contradiction between what he says and what he does. The knowing what's 'right' but not being able to bring himself to follow through because for all he portrays himself as this logical being he is far more emotional than he would like others to know. Than he would like *himself* to know even. So long as he can wrap his justifications up in some superficial logic, he doesn't have to address the emotional tides beneath his actions. But some part of him still knows.

[total-drama-brainrot]

TD World Tour AU, where Noah doesn't tell Owen that Alejandro is an eel in London... In Area 51, Noah is accidentally splashed with an alien truth potion (which wears off after a few days) and he talks to Owen... Owen asks Noah what he truly thinks about Alejandro, and Truth-Potion Affected Noah says this: "I have mixed feelings for Alejandro. He's a brilliant, interesting guy and I like him, but I don't trust him. He's like a slippery eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. Basically, Heather with social skills. Wait a minute, why am I telling you this?!"... What if Alejandro secretly heard Noah call him all those conflicting things + Alejandro also learns that Noah is affected with an alien truth potion? 👽

Alright, you got me. I'm an absolute sucker for truth potion plots, especially when the character(s) effected by them are usually either pathological liars or incredibly secretive- of which Noah absolutely falls into the second category, given he shares so little personal information.

I'll gloss over why Noah declined to shit-talk Alejandro in London (though there's so many ways this change in behaviour could be justified) since the focal point of this hypothetical centred around their time in Nevada, so let's start from the beginning of the Area 51 challenge.

Area 51:

Before we start, it'll have to be established that no one was eliminated in London. Let's say that the majority vote went towards Duncan (team CIRRRRH voted him out immediately because they found his re-admission to the competition unfair, I guess. I imagine he'd also vote himself, if not as a plan to escape the competition he'd been actively skiving from, then just as an act of spite) but Chris instead claimed it was a rewards challenge- much like he does in Greece- because he doesn't want to let Duncan slip away again so soon.

I see no reason to alter the first part of the challenge- the sneaking into Area 51 portion- since team CIRRRRH's course of entry is fairly straightforward. Noah's presence doesn't make much of a difference to how it would play out; the majority of them throw their rocks and run, Owen gets lasered over the fence and Owen-napped, ect ect.

When both teams have managed to make their way into the Black Box Warehouse, Noah immediately suggests they should prioritise rescuing Owen. Tyler's quick to agree, since he's a firm believer in the "no man left behind" mentality (and he probably makes a not-so-subtle jab towards Noah for his chance of tune compared to London, where both he and Owen did leave Tyler behind) leaving Duncan and Alejandro to split from the group- Duncan in search of Gwen, and Alejandro just takes the opportunity to finally be free from his 'incompetent teammates' and prioritises finding an artifact.

Noah and Tyler come across the contraption Owen's trapped in, Tyler punches it in a futile effort to break it open, and the face hugger cube drops into Noah's hands. This is where the point of divergence comes into play; Tyler has his E.T. moment with one of the face huggers, but Noah- who's a tad bit more observant than Alejandro, and used to dodging surprise attacks from his various older siblings (and Izzy)- anticipates his own face hugger attack and promptly starts a game of cat-and-mouse with a taser alien hot on his heels.

The commotion of which attracts the rest of his team. Alejandro and Duncan arrive on the scene to see Tyler being electrocuted by an alien and Noah running in circles evading another.

Duncan attempts to rip the face hugger from Tyler's face, finding success at the cost of sending Tyler trampling into Owen's captive contraption (essentially taking Alejandro's canonical place in this scene) and inadvertently freeing Owen.

Meanwhile, Alejandro swipes up the nearest box he can find and snags the alien chasing Noah, who's still very loudly panicking as he flees, and succeeds! The alien is swiftly captured into the box, netting team CIRRRRH their artifact, and Noah promptly goes careening into the nearest tower of junk in his face hugger-fuelled hysteria. This causes another box to topple from the peak of the tower, landing directly on Noah's head and spilling its contents onto the bookworm- glass vials filled with a mysterious, luminescent cobalt blue liquid shatter into pieces drenching Noah in whatever they contained. (i.e. truth potion.)

Owen has his false-amnesia moment, characterised by his Joker makeover, and Alejandro enacts his revenge post-hypnotic suggestion after being addressed as "Al" one too many times.

Noah, understandably, swiftly objects to Owen's treatment and demands that Alejandro snap him out of it. Alejandro concedes, and Owen's brought back to himself. At least, for a moment, before the fatigue of having his mind messed with sends Owen into near-catatonia (the same as canon), meaning he has to be ferried through the Warehouse and back to the Jet by Alejandro and Duncan.

Things carry on canonically from there; Noah's just sort of there for the most part, though there'd be a minor hint to his newfound proclivity for honesty. Something along the lines of him giving an uncharacteristically honest answer to Owen as to who he's voting- Tyler, of course, since he was the one who ultimately threw the challenge for them... and also because Tyler still holds some resentment towards Noah for what happened in London, and Noah feels guilty about it every time he looks at the jock. Wait, why did he say that?

Sometime between this and the elimination scene, Noah wipes the truth-goop off of himself, but not before the effects have already started.

Tyler's voted out, yada yada yada.

The Jet:

Thus begins the start of "Picnic at Hanging Dork". Team CIRRRRH, consisting of just Alejandro, Duncan, Owen and Noah, are slumming it up in the Economy Cabin. Alejandro tries to rally his team by asking how to break apart Courtney and Heather's tentative co-operation. Owen suggests having Alejandro seduce Heather, since it worked for both Bridgette and Leshawna. Duncan makes his "Babe Olympics" comment. Noah pipes up that playing with someone's feelings is pretty scummy, even for someone competing for a million dollars.

Alejandro takes Noah's reluctance towards his methodology poorly; he hadn't spoken up before, when Alejandro had utilized the same strategy against other girls- and even Owen noticed that, so surely Noah did too- so why was he to outwardly against him using the same tricks? Duncan agrees, and offers ''his'' idea of having Alejandro flirt with Courtney to throw both her and Heather off their games (since Heather has an obvious crush on Alejandro), and things follow canon.

Then, the scene between Alejandro and Courtney happens. Noah scoffs at the display from the side lines, prompting Owen to ask him why he's so against Alejandro's plan.

"I mean, you never said anything before, when he flirted with Bridgette and Leshawna." Owen comments, light-hearted in nature but with an underlying questioning tone.

Noah's eyes flicker with a cobalt glow, easily mistaken for a trick of the light, and he speaks without even thinking.

"Yeah, because I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Bridgette was happenstance, and Leshawna's whole deal could've been a coincidence, or some massive misunderstanding. But this?" Noah extends an accusing hand out towards a smug looking Alejandro, then pans it over to a flattered Courtney, "He's outright toying with Courtney's feelings after she was cheated on in front of an international audience. It's scummy."

Owen nods in understanding, momentary contemplation evident in the pouted curve of his lips, and he chimes in.

"Does that mean you don't like Al?"

"I never said that."

"Well, how do you feel about him, then?"

Again, a flash of blue light against the hickory backdrop of Noah's eyes, and he responds thoughtlessly.

"I guess I have mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, he's slippery, like an eel dipped in grease, swimming in motor oil. He's like if you took all of the worst aspects of Heather, wrapped them up in a pretty package, and gave them social skills..." He holds his hands out before him in a scale-like manner, with the left tipped downwards and tie right raised by his chin. Then, the two hands swap positions.

"And on the other hand, he's brilliant. I've never met anyone as talented as Alejandro; he's smart, he's athletic, he's funny. It's almost unfair just how perfect everything about him is- even his face is perfect. It's ridiculous! Infuriating, even. It's so hard to dislike him, even when I know he's bad news, but that doesn't mean I trust him."

Owen stands slack jawed beside his best friend, both impressed and stunned at the raw honesty of Noah's tirade. Noah, now a little more aware of himself, realises that he's said more than he intended to- more than he thinks he's ever spoken in one go throughout the entirety of Total Drama. He's not usually one for speeches, after all, let alone honest ones.

He's always been the type to play his cards close to his chest, so why...?

"I, uh, didn't mean to go off like that."

And he also didn't mean to admit it, either. What was going on?

The look Owen gives him is, in a word, vivid. The blonde has a shit-eating grin stretching across his face, a sort of elated smugness practically glowing from his features.

"Sounds like someone has a cruuuush!~"

What? No? No! Not at all, where would Owen even get that idea?!

Noah splutters to correct Owen's assumption (to disastrous results, because he does sort-of has a crush on Alejandro, so the truth potion doesn't allow him to outright deny it), and in his preoccupied state he misses how a calculating pair of sage green eyes never seems to stray from him.

Alejandro has a lot to think about in regards to a certain cynic, it seems.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

the people in the tags understand me. starembers art is super pretty but also weird at times.

[beeholyshit]

part 1/3?

What can guilt make to you...?

[sysig]

Starting out, things going Exactly to plan, as expected (Patreon)

[nostalgia-tblr]

did i mention here the SHOCK REALISATION that sylki fic is often about Loki emotionally supporting Sylvie and lokius fic is often about Mobius supporting Loki, so if you combine those it seems fandom has an overall heirarchy of How Fucked Up Everyone Is and it goes:

Mobius >> Loki >> Sylvie

There are a few conclusions we could draw from this, mine is that I feel so very sorry for the hypothetical character that fandom would consider fucked up enough to need to be emotionally supported by Sylvie D: THAT POOR BLORBO D: D:

[ashrifts]

ㅤ * . ⊹◞ ㅤ@deathfavorㅤsays :ㅤㅤ❝ㅤIzana is elegant on ice so long as he's not disrupted. Unfortunately, crowded places full of people who mostly don't know what they're doing is not a place where there's likely to be no disruptions. Frankly, Izana is admittedly impressed he's made it this long without the reality being discovered or suspected. It's only a matter of time though before that illusion shattered by someone who comes barreling towards him. Izana at least does manage to avoid a collusion that would result pile of tangled limbs - at the cost of all elegance being shattered. Because he stumbles and does not manage to recover as gracefully as he would on land. On land he's practically unstoppable. On ice? His movements on land do not translate to ice and he DOESN'T have those skills. There's a yelp and flail of arms as Izana tries in vain to catch himself before he can crash into the ice, but every second it becomes even less likely of a possibility. It looks like he's about to crash into the ice any second, a grim fact he's not pleased to have about to happen. ( Time to be a knight in shining armor Ran - Izana is going to end up just limply laying in Ran's arms if he catches him. )ㅤ❞

𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. the ice rink had been his destination of choice for the day where the rest had been quick to vote for other ways to spend the holiday downtimesㅤ───ㅤthough with how packed it was with groups of families and friends alike, he cannot speak for how much he's enjoying the tight space. still, he does enjoy the audience his practiced balance brings, idly skating backwards to keep an eye on their floundering teammates. he expected the clumsiness of a kitten with boots from mocchi, and is not disappointed to see him falling face-first and dragging shion down with him. he chuckles to himself, tilting his head to the side to share the joke with izana, and instead finds his leader struggling to find his usual steadiness.

for a moment, ran is not sure what he's looking at; their dignified and inscrutable king had never given them reason to think of him as anything but, his authority as heavy as the crown on his head, and ran would still have too many fingers in one hand to count the times he'd seen him express anything else than absolute control. the fact that something as a little accidental push from a nobody could bring him to his knees...

it's the yelp that pushes ran into action, less with alarm and more with an amicable wave of amusement that surprises even him, with all the lightheartedness of a particularly well-landed joke and none of the cruelty from the mockery of someone else's misery. ( and if he'd lingered a second too long to joyfully observe the way izana's arms fought to find something to hold on to in the empty space around them... well, hopefully it went by unnoticed. ) sliding smoothly towards him, ran is already reaching a hand out to help him find balance again and save him from much more than simply hitting the frozen floor. but perhaps he is a little too happy to be the one to witness the would-be accident and prevent it, because he fails to notice the clumsy couple behind him until a distracted voice apologizes and his own balance falters and it's too late to regain it.

the hand that had already grasped izana's forearm clings to it instead, instinctively searching for something to keep him grounded, but when his hopeful pillar was as unsteady as him, it only serves to further mess their footing up. izana's flailing arm pulls ran forward, and in his own effort to stand back straight before his face makes an unfortunately intimate contact with the floor, ran ends up yanking on the other man's arm backwards. there's a single second of hope that breaks in the very next one, when their uncoordinated movements clash and makes them slip backwards too.

uh-oh.

a sharp oomph! leaves ran's mouth the moment his back collides with the ground, and he doesn't get the chance to feel any pain from where the back of his head ricochets, because izana's own head lands squarely on his chest, abruptly punching the air out of his lungs. looks like he had ended up pulling izana down with him, but only one of them had been lucky enough to have a body cushion half of his fall. ran groans and makes no effort to stand back up just yet, feeling a throbbing where his shoulder blades impacted with the ice. he was going to be feeling that tomorrow.

that was... unsightly. ran lays where he fell, staring in astonishment at the bright ceiling lightsㅤ───ㅤyet, ran blinks once, twice, and lets his head drop back down to the icy floor as he laughs out loud, almost silent with his lack of breath, chest vibrating under izana's head with the gentle force of it. his hand is now resting on izana's shoulder, where instead of pushing him off of him, he gives it a couple of pats.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou okay, captain?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe chuckles softly despite the humiliating situation. something about experiencing such a disgraceful moment with his leader... he can't help the idle smile on his face, even as the back of his head begins throbbing too.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤi dearly hope you don't demote me from heavenly king to your cushion after this.ㅤ’

[lunar-lair]

quiet gear turning sounds as i attempt to puzzle out leo and caseys relationship

its so. like this is the very Core of found family, in that their relationship is simply…undefinable

theyre brothers and theyre master and mentor and the ghost of a father and his son, still here and still alive, and theyre best friends and simply family in every way there really could be

caseys other relationships are decently cut and dry; friends, brothers, sisters. (except for cass, thats a whole different can of worms.)

leo loved casey the moment he learned he had been apart of their family, whether in this timeline or another, regardless of his placement there.

theres this innate way casey looks up to leo that he tries to live up to, little mannerisms and things that make leo proud and endeared in such special little ways. hes still one of the first people casey goes to when he has nightmares, because he always sings the same song and holds him the same and hes home in a way none of the others can manage

and hes not him and casey knows that. but thats ok. hes still here, just a little younger, more compact, a tad more complicated

there are things leo learns from him and casey learns from leo, and there are still ways leo worries about him more than some of the others and things casey trusts leo with wholeheartedly, whether due to this invisible master-student tether that matters less than weightless air or just the ways they care

yet they roughhouse and they tease and they fight over the last slice of pizza and call each other stupid names and goof off

its this intricate kind of thing. they mean so many different things to each other. a brother, home, someone to hold onto, to take care of, however leo can, someone to look up to, however casey wishes, as long as leo can provide. they stick close on the couch, casey lulled to sleep by quiet lullabies and careful braiding of hair leos refused to leave unchecked. leo frets as loudly as he always has about caseys injuries, always so comforting and careful, and a little more ‘hey, be careful’ in his every action than with his brothers. casey follows behind leo, like a little brother and a student and the one whos taken care of, and leo leads the way ahead, gentle and careful and loving and just-barely-wise.

and the very next morning, they wake up and fight over the last pancake and stick their tongues out at each other from across the lair and leo calls ‘try not to get caught up in another apocalypse!’ before casey leaves and casey only cackles back with, ‘and dont get caught in any prison dimensions while im gone!’ because their gallows humor is their finest trait, and leo teases him when he gets back about how he got injured after hauling him in gentle and firm and comforting when he showed up and treating wounds with gentle hands, and they wrestle and laugh before they fall into bed together, both finding it so much easier to sleep with someone else, casey always curled up in leos grasp

its so, so nebulous. found family always is, but casey doesnt go to the others for comfort the way he does leo, they dont treat him quite so gently, because to him, theyre more brothers than anything else. its not so clean cut, but its simpler.

leo woke up after the kraang and took two sentences to ask how casey was doing.

he learned casey had seen the elder version of him as a sensei and a father and he never looked back. by god, hed be home for this boy if it killed him. this boy that saved their world. kind, and sweet, and oh so innocent for everything hes been through.

leo could never resist holding him close, calling him darling and my star and little lilac, and casey could never resist letting him, could never resist reminding him of their age and making sure they could have fun with it, call him comet and supernova and little sensei.

[nomaishuttle]

on a semi related note there r like 2 specific times i remember expecting one of my safe foods and getting something entirely different and being SO insanely upset abt it even though the thing i got still tasted good

[zemnarihah]

what if i i skip my high school best friends wedding on saturday and instead go to a show of all woman fronted metal bands

[the-acid-pear]

A MIMIR MUCHACHOS a mimir...

[upperranktwo]

Good morning! what a great day to remind you all just how much I love Douma <3333 

[bit3z]

thinkning 🧐

[sysig]

See you everywhere, now that you’re gone (Patreon)

[webism]

prt one

pornstar!satoru who pays for a month of your onlyfans—for research purposes. he needs to find out who this boyfriend of yours is, and figure out a way to get rid of him.

pornstar!satoru who knew it was a long shot, that you might not even show him on your page at all. and of course he got distracted a few times whilst scrolling through your posts, dick rock solid and at attention with each new angle of you of his screen.

pornstar!satoru who, when he finds the more homemade stuff, he’s pathetically jealous of the man that frequents your bed so often. how big his hands look as they lay lovingly over your skin, how in love you look as you suck his cock, how well his tip hits your g-spot over and over and—of course he fucking knows him. a video of you on your back piques his attention, your man in between your legs and lapping at your needy pussy like he’s starved. satoru knows that long hair, that cheeky sexdrunk smile that pulls at his lips while he eats you out, he knows those purple fucking eyes that turn to glance at the camera.

of course it’s pornstar!suguru.

pornstar!satoru who suddenly has his cock out, languid strokes of his fist over his length is nothing to the memories of pornstar!suguru's lips wrapped around his length. who is so enthralled by the knowledge that both him and his former co-star have gotten to feel the flutter of your pussy around their cocks.

pornstar!satoru whos fingers are frantic as he searches for more of you together, and ends up spending way too much money on subscriptions just to watch you get fucked stupid on the same cock that he once did for a film a few years back. who wonders if you feel the same stretch with suguru as you did with him. if you were forced to choose, relationships be damned, who you'd say made you cum harder.

pornstar!satoru whos dick gets impossibly harder at the thought of you not choosing at all. who lets himself picture it, you spread out for both him and pornstar!suguru, your eyes wide at the prospect of taking both of them at once. how he'd take your mouth first, how with each thrust of suguru into your pussy would push you forward onto his cock. how he'd kiss your boyfriend breathless while they're both balls-deep inside of you.

pornstar!satoru who strokes himself along to a video of you riding pornstar!suguru. who times his orgasm just right with your shared one, who goes fucking blind for a moment with the way his climax washes over him. your noises, suguru's noises, the imagined smell of sweat in the air. he moans, a dirty mixture of your name and his, something embarrassing and still he remains steadfast in his lust.

pornstar!satoru who, because he respects himself at least a little, gives himself fifteen minutes for post nut clarity to set in. and when it doesn't, he's texting his agent in the dead of night and very firmly requesting to be booked again

with both of you.

pornstar!suguru who, upon having you home from a particularly tiring shoot, is doting on you with heart-shaped pupils. He's got you laying down with him on the couch, big hands working magic on your sore muscles.

pornstar!suguru who doesn't always ask for details about your shoots. he knows it's just work, hell, he's a pornstar himself, he doesn't need the raunchy details of your jobs to keep himself from spiralling. but something about today feels different. today, you seem uncharacteristically fucked out.

pornstar!suguru who is more than surprised when you're still rearing to get fucked silly that night. you groan about your shoot with a new pornstar, and how his touch is still lingering on your mind. and suguru laughs, because jealousy doesn't come easy to him-- if anything, knowing you're still in his bed at the end of the day just gets him even more worked up.

its when pornstar!suguru bottoms out inside of you, that shared gasp of ecstasy leaving both your lips that you mention how he asked you out for drinks after the shoot. you add on, of course, that you turned him down, but the comment still has your boyfriends interest piqued.

pornstar!suguru who, with a kiss to the corner of your lips and a gentle thrust into you, asks who this admirer of yours is. and just as the names about to leave your lips, his phone chimes on the bed with an email.

an offer. a threesome shoot: him, you, and a second male. it's the best paying shoot he's gotten in a long time. he hasnt quite scrolled down to see who the other talent was, so when you snatch his phone, legs still wrapped around his waist, he catches that smile on your lips. he catches the way you clench around him.

"that's him," you speak, such pretty words from your lips as you turn the screen to show him the name and headshot of pornstar!satoru.

and pornstar!suguru's dick gets impossibly harder.

tags: @meowforluv @p1xlesk1nn @ch3rryistheg @miizuzu @okayiamkassandra

(if u asked to be tagged and ur not here i apologise i am just a girl anyways pt 3 will be a full fic thxies)