#I'm also hitting slow turns faster but I still need work on getting in to the right low gear before the apex

[violet-dragongirl]

I'm getting so much closer to the standard setup in PCars 2. Just need to focus when I'm in the game, take a good break after good results, and keep improving on my consistency.

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

[bellysoupset]

Now I need a fic about the boxing class! I was thinking maybe Jonah ate either something bad, or he ate too much, or he was just feeling kinda weird before the class but didn’t think anything of it. And somebody in class either accidentally or on purpose punched him in the stomach(if that happens in boxing idk). I’d also like it if the whole fic was from Jon’s POV, but if you feel differently that’s fine to.

If for any reason you don’t feel like writing this no hard feelings.

"Faster," Bella panted, raising her arms as guards and glaring at Jonah. The man huffed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm.

"Bells-"

"Faster!" She scoffed and Jonah gritted his teeth, throwing a harder punch at her. Bella moved away quickly, bouncing on her feet and opening a smug smile, before kicking in his direction.

Jonah was too slow, too tired and new at this, to avoid the kick and he crumbled to his knees with a pained gasp, clutching his stomach, "fucking-" a burp snuck up and Jonah slammed a hand over his lips when it turned loud and wet. He gulped down, "fuck you, Bella."

"Sorry," Bella crouched down next to him, still shaking slightly with a chuckle, "I didn't think it was going to hit that high-" she removed one of her gloves in order to plant it in his naked back, "sorry."

"Uhm," Jonah panted through the nausea and finally straightened up, sitting on the mat, "I think I'm done."

"It's the end of the class," Bell pointed out, removing her other glove, "I didn't mean to be so rough, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," Jonah removed his own gloves, getting up, "I'll see you outside?"

"Yep," Bella jumped up quickly and they walked out of the mat, to the different locker rooms.

Jonah's easy attitude slipped off the minute he was alone in the bathroom. He moved to one of the stalls and took slow, measured breaths. If he was honest, this had little to do with Bella's kick straight to his gut. He had overdone it at lunch - not his fault the cafeteria served salmon for the first time in the month! - and all the jumping around in the gym had already been making him nauseous, the kick had only taken it up a notch.

He leaned back against the thick plastic wall and forced up a couple burps, muffling them in his fist. His stomach churned uneasily and he could taste lunch all over again, causing him to shudder, but the small release of air helped a bit and Jonah gulped down the watery sensation in his mouth.

Feeling like it was more or less safe to leave, Jon headed to the shower area.

Bella was waiting for him just outside the gym, clad in tight jeans, combat boots and an oversized biker jacket, her long curly hair was out of the braids she sported during class and limp and wet. She had that familiar frown on her face, that Jonah knew by now was just her face and lit up as she saw him.

"Hey, took you forever," Bella teased him lightly, reaching without thinking to push a humid coil from his hair away from his eyes, "do you wanna get dinner?"

It was a court day, meaning Leo was going to get home super late, so Jonah shrugged, "yeah, sure," he looked around, "you're driving today?"

"No, Luke dropped me off, he said I should call," Bella moved so she was side by side with Jonah and they started walking down the street, "if you ask me, I think he's boycotting my car."

"As he should, that's a relic from the triassic period," Jonah laughed, causing her to pout.

"Don't say that, she's my baby," Bella groaned, "I drove her here all the way from New Mexico more times than I can count, she's a trooper."

"That means she's probably a safety hazard," Jon rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the fact the heavy feeling from before was returning, sitting in his stomach like a brick, "how's work coming along?"

Bella was incredibly easy to talk to, she never took any of Jon's curt answers to the heart and offered some of her own straight to the point, no nonsense jabs.

As they walked to the restaurant they chatted about her job — she had a big project happening and everyone was super stressed about it and taking on jobs that weren't theirs to try and speed the process along —, Jonah shared some of the stories from Europe and got chewed up for treating Angie like a little kid.

"She's turning eighteen in what, a couple of months?"

"October," Jonah grumbled, holding the restaurant door open for her and Bella walked in backwards so she could keep looking at him.

"Less than six months then," she grabbed his forearm to pull him to the table she had already decided on, "I get that you're still finding your footing, but she's a big girl."

"She doesn't act like a big girl," Jonah scoffed, sitting down in front of Bella and grabbing the menu so he could avoid her piercing gaze, "she's a baby."

"She's spoiled," Bell's voice was matter of fact and Jonah looked up to glare at her, only to realize this was not a discussion he was going to win. Bella was the only one who'd ever tell him something this and stand by her opinion, Leo and Vince were both too polite to say it and Luke had no ground to even recognize it, Wendy had brought it up only once and raised her hands in defeat when Jonah prickly about it. Bella didn't give a single fuck.

He sighed and looked back down.

None of the plates looked remotely appetizing. Jonah squirmed in his seat as he felt his pants digging in his stomach, flipping the page of his menu and avoiding looking at the pictures. His belly let out a loud whine, although the restaurant's noise covered it up and Jon felt his gut bloat up a bit more.

"You don't have to glare holes in the menu, Jon," Bella rolled her eyes and reached in to grab his wrist, until he looked at her, "she's spoiled, I can say because I married the male version of her."

"Don't say that," Jonah groaned and Bell smiled, pulling back her hand.

"I don't mean it like that, I mean I married someone who was spoiled as well. And trust me, you gotta let her mess up on her own and not try to Yoda her through life, otherwise she'll make her mistakes later, when the consequences are bigger and much less understandable. You're not making her a favor by doing that."

"When you put it like that," Jonah sighed, shutting the menu, "I'm not really hungry."

"I'm starving," Bella put hers aside as well, "I'll order a big one and we can share, how about? This way you're not ordering a full one just to eat half of it?"

Jon would rather not eat anything, but he knew saying that, especially after they had spent two hours exercising, was going to raise a red flag for her. He nodded, "yeah, alright. What are you ordering?"

"Ribs," Bells opened a smile, "you want a beer?"

Fuck no, Jon flinched at the thought and shook his head, "nope, I... Uh," he opened the menu again, "I'll have an orange juice."

A waiter approached their table and Bella told him the order, causing Jonah to frown as she asked for two juices, "you don't have to not drink as well, Bell-"

"No, it's fine," she shushed him with a handwave that caused the waiter to chuckle, "I think that's all, thank you."

Bella launched herself into telling him all the gossip from their gym and Jonah was enthralled enough he momentarily forgot about his upset stomach, only to be starkly reminded of it as the large plate of glazed ribs was put before them, as well as the two glasses.

The smell was overpowering and Jonah leaned as far back as his chair allowed, gulping down nervously, while Bella served herself.

His stomach churned at the sight of the ginger tearing into the meat and Jonah breathed slowly through his mouth, reaching for the juice, hoping he could push everything further down.

As he was too busy fighting the growing nausea, Jonah was barely paying any attention to whatever Bell was saying, until she quirked her head and waved in front of his eyes.

"Anyone home?" She raised her eyebrows, "you zoned out on me."

"Sorry," Jonah gulped down, moving once again and tugging on the waistband of his pants. He really wanted to undo them, they felt like they were cutting in his tummy, "you were saying?"

Bella squinted at him, picking up a rib and pushing the plate his way, "you're not eating."

"Not hungry," Jonah shrugged and she frowned.

"Well, I can't eat all of it, at least get a bite," Bella licked the sauce off her fingers, "you heard about Vince's new little friend?"

"Little-" Jon grimaced and muffled a burp against his had, "little friend? He got a cat or something?"

"No," Bella snorted, "it's a coworker that he's made his mission to adopt. Luke hates him, it's all he complains about now. That Max this, Max that, Max is short, Max is annoying, Max is taking up too much attention, Max is a jerk-" Bella's amusement was evident in her words, "he's like a little kid."

"Max annoying Luke already puts him in my good graces," Jonah forced a smile, which quickly turned sour when Bella chugged the rest of her juice and gestured to the half eaten plate.

"I can't eat anymore, all yours."

Jonah genuinely tried to eat, grabbing the secondary set of fork and knife and tearing a rib apart, but he couldn't even bring it up to his lips. The smell was too strong and his queasiness turned up a notch, causing him to gag and drop the fork back down, turning his head.

"Knew it," Bella sighed, rolling her eyes, "you're not half as good an actor as you think, Jon," her voice was sarcastic, but still kind and she got up with a sigh, circling the table to pat his arm, "c'mon, big guy, let's get you out of here before you cause a scene."

"If you knew I felt like shit why didn't you say something?" Jonah groaned, grabbing his ditched jacket and leaning into her arms, as Bella guided him towards the door.

"Why didn't you?" She scoffed, helping him out, "stay here, I'll get the bill."

Outside the air was much colder and there wasn't the overwhelming smell of food, but his stomach wasn't feeling even a little bit settled. Jon moved away from the entrance, to the other side of the street, and braced against his knees, taking deep breaths.

He could feel his lunch flipping inside of him and Jonah coughed weakly, blowing out a deep belch and staring at his shoes. It felt like just ten seconds passed, but he knew it was longer, when Bella wrapped an arm around his back and helped him straighten up.

"I'll drive you home, c'mon," she planted a hand on his chest, bracing him and Jonah let out a groan, feeling humiliated.

"Sorry..." His stomach let out another loud growl and he didn't bother muffling the belch, only turning his head. It was sickeningly wet and he groaned under his breath, "gross..."

"Don't be stupid, you're not gross," Bella reprimanded him sharply, rubbing his back. She was quiet for a second, before saying in a smaller voice, "were you sick already...? Is this because of the kick?"

"No," Jonah pressed a hand over his lips as they kept walking back to the gym, "lunch..." his mouth watered at the thought, "lunch just- just isn't- Sitting well..."

Bella moved her hand down, from his chest to his stomach and Jon felt his whole face burn. Not only a belly rub from her was mortifying enough, but it was even more so in public.

The street was deserted though, they had already left the area with the most commotion, and Bell's fingers against his bloated stomach managed to work up another thick belch. It burned his throat, bringing up a splash of sickness with it, that Jonah gulped convulsively.

"Fuck," he whined, feeling clammy and jittery, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Now or-"

She never finished her sentence, because Jonah's grabbed on her shoulder to push her out of the way and bent in half, just in time to redecorate the patch of sidewalk they were on.

He groaned loudly, wrapping an arm around his upset stomach and feeling the gurgling inside, struggling to spit the ropey saliva.

"Aw, darling," Bella's voice was incredibly gentle and she had jumped back, but the tip of her sneakers were covered in white specks of the chunky vomit. Yet, she was rubbing his back, unbothered, "it's alright, get it up, Jon..."

Jonah's stomach gave another growl and he nearly went down with a unproductive heave, his ears going totally deaf for a second as he struggled to breathe and coughed up another disgusting splash of sick. He moaned, burping softly and squeezing his eyes shuts, hearing his heart in his ears, drowning all noise out.

"Jon?" Bella's voice filtered through after a minute and he realized she was almost hugging him, to keep him standing, "Jonah, you're alive over there?"

He coughed, burping once more and nodding, finally opening his eyes. It was a gruesome sight and he let out a groan, immediately closing his eyes again, "Ew... I'm sorry..."

Bella's voice was lighthearted and amused as she patted his back, "please, in the Atwood scale this was barely a seven," her pats forced up another belch, "hold on me, let's move around..."

Slowly she maneuvered him away from the disgusting puddle and Jonah let out a yelp as he felt Bella's hand go in his front pocket, "that's sexual harassment, Bella."

"You must think my standards are incredibly low if you think I'm making a move on you given what I just watched," Bella snorted, then he heard his car key's clicking and his car beeping.

Jonah opened his eyes, wiping at his mouth and the clammy sensation, taking a deep breath, "well, yeah. You married Lucas."

Bella let out a cackle, shoving his arm, "get in the car, asshole. I'm gonna drive you home."

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

all i want for xmas is for levi ackerman to rough fuck me in a closet (✿◡‿◡)

here's part 1! :3

Asking For It | Halloween Smut Two-Shot Part 2

✧ word count ➼ ~1.3k ✧ notes ➼ modern!au, smut (minors go away), fem!reader, afab!reader, fingering, p in v, cockwarming, oral (male receiving), spanking, choking (very slight), public sex (ish), deepthroating, levi being a mean dom because i'm weak for it

"This shit isn't any better," Levi growled directly into your ear.

One hand was holding the back of your neck against the door to the walk-in closet that the two of you had snuck into, making it so that you had to be extra careful not to make any noise, which was significantly more difficult now that Levi had two of his fingers buried deep into your cunt.

You had gone with a fairy outfit, which was at least better than the semi-lingerie that you had previously been wearing, but it was still too revealing for Levi's tastes.

The outfit exposed your upper back and hugged your curves, pushing your tits up and nearly out of the fabric, but that wasn't the part that bothered Levi. What drove him up the walls was having to see the skirt attached to the costume that just barely hung over your ass, making it more than visible every time you spun or bent over.

"Not only did you wear that thing that shows your ass off to the world," he hissed, suddenly hooking his fingers up to directly hit your sweet spot, eliciting a more than audible moan from you, "but you also felt the need to brush up against my dick every time you passed by, didn't you?"

You tried your best to respond, but the best you could do was let out some incoherent babbles about being sorry while biting on your lip to try to stifle your moans just from his fingers alone.

The music from the party picked up and Levi used it to his advantage, whipping his hand across your ass while suddenly digging his fingers deeper into you, causing you to yelp and jolt forward so that you were pressed up completely against the door, praying to yourself that no one was going to suddenly open it.

"I said," Levi whispered into your ear, "didn't you?"

Your thighs were starting to get coated in your own slick and you whined as his fingers continued to stretch you out, rapidly nodding to admit to your act.

You heard him scoff as he suddenly removed his fingers, leaving you wet and aching, likely bewildered that it took him this much effort to get you to admit to your blatant act of purposefully getting him worked up for the entire night.

You began to turn around towards him to apologize, but he didn't give you a chance to. His rough hands flipped up your skirt and gripped onto your hips firmly before he immediately buried his cock into your dripping heat, eliciting a loud and surprised moan to escape your lips that was thankfully drowned out by the music.

"Now you're asking for it," he grumbled as began to roll his hips to gently thrust in and out of you, moving at an agonizingly slow pace.

The edges of his lips tugged up into an arrogant grin as he heard you whining under him, clearly wanting him to go faster.

"Don't know if you even deserve this with how much of a brat you've been all night," he mused, running his fingers up and down your bare back, sending chills throughout your already overstimulated body.

He leaned down so that his chest was pressed to your back and you shuddered as you felt his breath on your earlobe.

"Tell me why you deserve to be fucked."

You felt your pussy squeezing at his cock from just the sound of his words being spoken directly into your ear, his grip on your ass tightening as you continued to squirm under him. You let out another whine as he continued to slowly roll his hips, thrusting just fast enough to keep you stimulated and going, but not enough for it to actually build you towards anything.

The idea of being teased like this for any longer brought a whimper to your lips.

"'m...I-I'm sorry...just wanted...your attention-" you mumbled, struggling to even form the words.

"Oh?" Levi suddenly scoffed as he pulled himself back while still gently palming the meat of your ass. "So you do admit that you were being a little shit and wearing this shit on purpose?"

You didn't get a chance to respond.

Levi pulled back and then immediately thrusted roughly into you right as you were trying to speak. Your breath got caught in your throat as you felt his hips begin to make rough contact with yours. His arm reached around you to grab at your throat, pulling you flush up against him, forcing you to place your palms on the door to keep yourself from falling forward the minute he let go.

The slight restriction on your windpipe was already making it somewhat difficult to breathe, but his cock hitting your sweet spot again and again and again made it next to impossible, with every thrust knocking the air out of your lungs.

The exhilaration of technically being in public combined with the dirty phrases he was whispering into your ear quickly caused that tight feeling in your core to intensify and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your legs shaking as you creamed around his cock.

You heard him release small grunts of his own as he felt your pussy clamp down on him, which only encouraged him to thrust up into you harder to fuck you through your orgasm, leaving you a whimpering mess under him.

After giving you a second to reorient yourself as you came down from your high, he immediately pulled out and spun you around, pushing down on your shoulders to force you to go on your knees.

Your skirt ended up falling back down over your ass, but he was now really able to see down your shirt from this angle, with the outline of your tits making his cock twitch from the sight alone.

You knew what he wanted. Without any form of guidance, you took him into your mouth, kissing at his tip before dragging your tongue along his shaft, tasting yourself as you covered his cock from his base to his tip with your spit.

Levi let out a quiet moan and shut his eyes as he finally felt you wrap your lips around him, taking him in deeper while still swirling your tongue around him.

Impatient only when it came to you, his fingers quickly found its way into your hair, shoving your face towards his pelvis as he thrusted forward down your throat, holding your nose to his hip, with his cock twitching as he felt you gag around him.

After your fingers began to dig into his thighs, he'd briefly loosen his grip to allow you to draw back and catch your breath before shoving your head back towards him so that his cock could hit the back of your throat again and again.

Before long, he was holding onto your hair not to deep throat you or hold you still, but because he needed to hold onto something as he came hard and fast into your mouth, the combination of the suction from your lips and your tongue working its magic being more than enough to send him far over the edge.

He shuddered and let out a barely audible whimper as he felt you swallow and prod your tongue at his tip. Levi immediately pulled you off him, knowing that you were trying to overstimulate him.

Levi looked down at you and immediately saw the mischievous glint in your dilated pupils, noticing the residual cum and spit dripping out the side of your lips as you breathed heavily, which was almost enough to get him hard again.

He grabbed onto your arm and pulled you onto your feet, using his thumb to wipe the cum off the side of your lip.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before the rest of the party sees how fucked out you are."

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[cyberbark]

Hello I saw that you were taking requests! I'm unsure if your still taking them or not so if your not you can ignore this! I was wondering if you could write for a kokushibo or Rengoku x reader, maybe add a bit of a hair-pulling kink. If you'd like me to I can specify a bit more but the rest is up to your imagination! (Idk if you comfortable with it or not but if you are could you do a reader receiving blowjob-)

Note: Hey anon, thanks for the ask <3 I dunno if I did justice to this work but you can ask again if it wasn't how you wanted it! I only wrote for Kokushibo (i have awful time management skills), so yeah.

Also thank you to the ones who reblog, i love seeing your tags

minors and fem aligned dni

nsfw below. wc: 1.1k+

kokushibō — michikatsu tsugikuni “Surely a demon can take more than this, especially the second strongest one. Right?”

cw: power play, asphyxiation (g.), degradation (g.), sadism, oral (r.), slapping (g.), mouth fucking (g.), praise (g.), breeding (g.)

Nobody would believe you if you said that the upper moon one is a whore. But it was alright, such a sight was meant for your eyes alone. Kokushibo was on his knees as he held your waist to support himself while he worked his mouth on your cock. You’d occasionally shoot him unimpressed glances, urging him to be better at what he’s doing. He was certainly not that good at giving head but there is room for improvement. His tongue worked sloppily up your shaft as his fingertips started to painfully dip in your hips.

“Tsk— do I have to do everything by myself?” You tutted, giving him your full attention now. Kokushibo felt a shiver run down his spine because of your voice, excited for what’s about to come.

“Suck properly, slut.” You said with a dismissive glance. He took your dick deeper, it was hitting the back of his throat. He moaned at the slight burn of his throat as his warm mouth moved faster. Groaning at the pleasure, your hands went to grip his hair to keep yourself steady, tugging on it in the process. Kokushibo was breathing raggedly and went to pull away for a breather. Before he could, you gripped his hair and started to fuck his mouth, starting out slow. It felt so good. The desire had spread throughout your lower half, wanting to snap into two. Fastening your pace, you couldn’t be bothered more about letting Kokushibo breathe. He can take everything you give him, he’s your greedy whore after all.

“Some strong demon you are.” You jabbed lightly while letting out a few moans. Kokushibo let his arousal get to him as he shamelessly fingered his hole to prep for you. He kept moaning around your dick, sending up vibrations which made you pull his hair. You maintained eye contact with him for a few moments, “Does it turn you on? To be used as some toy by—hah— a mere human, hm?” You weren’t expecting a response but he nodded. It almost made you laugh, “You’re so desperate.”

Your dick was throbbing in his mouth. It was so big and your continuous thrusts made Kokushibo’s jaw ache. But he didn’t mind that, he rather found it erotic. He wanted you to use him like a common whore, only made for your pleasure. The power trip between you two was overwhelming for him, making his untouched cock jolt at the new feeling.

You were getting close, he could tell. With the way your eyes clouded over with lust, Kokushibo wanted you to fuck him into exhaustion. He needed you badly. A final groan left your lips as you came down his throat and Kokushibo swallowed at whatever few drops of cum landed on his tongue.

After a few minutes of catching your breath and letting Kokushibo have a break, you brought him to your bed. “Ass up f’me, slut.” He immediately flipped over and spread his ass for you. You chuckled darkly. Wasn’t he supposed to be a prim-proper demon? Oh well, you can hold that against him some other time.

You watched as his hole fluttered, waiting to be filled with your cock. His face was buried in the pillow, probably ashamed about this position. Him hiding his face simply won’t work, would it? Gripping the back of his neck, you forced him to turn the side of his face. It was flushed dark red, seeping down till his chest. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” You say as you bring your hand to line your dick with his entrance, dismissing his whine at your statement. You entered him slowly, letting him feel all of your cock. Kokushibou managed to poorly bite back a moan.

His hole took your cock greedily making you gasp slightly. He was hot and tight and you wanted more of it. You shoved the remaining inches of your cock into him mercilessly and started off with rough thrusts.

Your other hand that gripped his neck now went to his mouth, two fingers prying it open and he obediently sucked. He let out pathetic moans and you grinned, seeing him so far gone in pleasure was a sight to behold. “You’re pretty when I fuck you, Michikatsu.” Maybe you shouldn’t have said his name because he cried out loud, already reaching his limit.

“Say please and I might let you cum, Michikatsu.” You say. Whatever sound reasoning was holding back Kokushibo, in that moment it all disappeared. He let out a stream of pleas, wanting you to give into his wishes. “Please let me—ah— cum! I’ll do anything, please!” His voice broke, it was quite amusing watching him beg. “Fuck—please!” His voice heightened by a few pitches and you laughed. “How badly does my slut wanna cum?” You teased, increasing your pace. You’d punish him if he cums without your permission, Kokushibo knows that, but you make it so difficult for him to hold back.

“Please! Ah— I w’nna cum badly.” He was slurring his words, mind going blank while he held onto the last string which kept him from cumming. Giving into his begging, you wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking him off. “Go on, lemme know who’s making Michikatsu feel this good.”

Kokushibo nearly screamed your name when he came undone, his hole clenching tightly on your cock making you moan. Your hand was messy with his cum as Kokushibo panted at his orgasm. You wanted to ruin him further. You picked up your rough pace, chasing after your own orgasm. “W-Wait—ah— please! I just came!” He cried, his body growing oversensitive. But that’s what you liked the best about him. “Surely a demon can take more than this, especially the second strongest one. Right?” You taunted.

You brought your dirty hand up to his mouth. “Clean your mess, Michikatsu.” He followed through and licked your hand, tasting his own bitter cum. But he’d do anything to you happy. He watched your stressed expression, then saw your cock going in and out of his hole. The obscene view was enough to bring him close to cumming again.

The irregularity in your thrusts pointed out that you were going to cum any given time. Kokushibo’s thighs were shaking with the immense pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You slapped his ass cheeks a couple of times to elicit a response from him. He moaned at every slap, feeling his cock leaking globs of precum. “Oh fuck— ’m gon’ cum in your pretty hole. Gonna breed you till you know you’re mine, whore.” You groaned and came in him with a last thrust. Feeling your warm cum shooting inside of him, even Kokushibo came untouched, mumbling ‘I’m yours,’ over and over again.

You pulled out of his hole, watching your cum leak from it. Kokushibo laid on his back, tired from your session. “We’re not done yet, Michikatsu. Demons have a higher stamina, and you love taking everything I give.”

[its-tiamat]

Hello! Good luck on your driving exam and your uni :D I want to request something, but no need to rush okay, take your time ^^ sooo my request is.... shigaraki, miruko, and hawks (oh and it's only if you're alright with three characters ofc!) headcanons! welllll so... i'm this type of person who sings when i'm doing something, whether it's doing chores, playing games, or working on my homeworks. i also sing to my cat and act as if i'm a disney character ksskjsjs. Anddd yeah if it's okay i want to request hcs with this type of s/o who sings in their daily life as if they're a disney/musical character ksksks i hope my request makes sense!! Thank you so much, I hope you're doing great!

|| WITH A S/O THAT LIKES TO SING ||

Awww this is so sweet! Anyway, sorry for the long wait, I'm usually faster with requests but yeah. Uni. I'll probs be a bit slower with requests now, but I hope you'll keep liking my lil headcanons!

Pairings: Shigaraki × reader • Miruko × reader • Hawks × reader

Shigaraki looked at you weird when he noticed you dancing around your house, watering your plants and singing to them.

You stopped when your eyes met his, and raised a brow as to ask him if everything was alright.

"Plants can't hear you," he said.

"But you can." You smiled.

He scoffed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Of course he could hear you. How could you be so relaxed around a deadly villain was still a mystery to him.

"I...'msorry. Didn't wanna bother." You lowered your head, thinking how annoying you must have sounded to him.

"No!" Tomura lifted his hand, as to reach you as you turned around to silently complete your chore. "I like it. Kinda. It's just... unusual."

People were always so stiff around him, yet here you were singing and dancing with a watering can in your hands. For unusual that it was, he had found himself listening to your songs, muttering along to your favorite ones when you weren't listening.

He took a step, half turning on himself in a cranky emulation of your dance, before tripping on his own feet and falling to the ground. You failed to keep in your laugh, as he groaned and moved his hair to the side to look up at you.

"I like it. Please, don't stop singing."

He makes sure you never doubt how much he enjoys hearing your voice again. However, I don't think he'd try to dance with you again soon, he'd be too embarrassed.

Rumi, on the other hand, isn't one to join you or shower you in compliments, although she totally doesn't mind listening to you sing

She'd be the type to have voice notes of you singing that she listens to when she's having a rough day, without ever mentioning it to you. She fears it would cringe you too much.

But I mean, it's so relaxing to listen to you singing as you cook dinner, whenever she can get to stay for dinner and forger her responsibilities for a while.

If you're really really lucky you might hear her humming along to your favorite songs, but it's almost impossible to hear her sing out loud.

Yep, she's kinda self conscious bc her voice is more on the contralto side so she can't really hit those high "princess notes" you nonchalantly sing in. I feel like she'd be one to shrug off your reassurance on how pretty her voice really is, but it could actually have a deep impact on how she perceives herself.

The only way to get her to sing a bit is to blast loud ass music in the car and let her drive down a highway at top speed.

Those are the only times she sings more than you, mostly because you're busy gripping your seat

"Rumi babe, couldn't you slow do-"

"Hah! Like hell! Dis song is fire!"

He loves loves loves hearing you sing, and showers you with compliments.

"Mmmh babe your voice is so pretty."

"You sing so well, it's like a lullaby."

Also calls you "My little Songbird" and it melts your heart every time.

Sometimes youre doing your homework in your room while he's busy outside or in another room when you start singing, and after a few seconds some red feathers start twirling around you as he wants to hear you better.

He's loves pretending to be in a musical with you, and will totally duet you if you ask him to. He still prefers to listen to your voice than to his own of course, but there's something so intimate to him in hearing your voices harmonizing over the lyrics.

Wanna dance in the living room, hand in hand like that scene in The Beauty & The Beast? Asking him may sound a little corny, but he's already smiling like a lovestruck idiot simply at the idea of doing it.

Again, there are feathers everywhere as he doesn't want to lose the tune of your voice if the music is too loud.

Also because romantic mood, and it's like dancing in a rain of red rose petals.

He will fall asleep if you sing to him, like hum to him softly while combing his hair with a hand and it's a matter of seconds before he's sleeping soundly.

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[antifreelancer]

Atlas' Salmon Run Tips!

- Learn how to Squid Roll. It's so important in the midst of battle, especially at higher ranks. It will give you a shield as you roll, so Salmonids can't hit you! It will also refill your ink tank faster, both in Salmon Run and Turf/Ranked.

[ OOC note: If you've forgotten how, press B at the same time as pulling your joystick in the opposite direction of where you were going before to Squid Roll. Hold B on an inked wall to Squid Surge upwards. This also gives you armor! ]

- Know your weapon. You need to learn what each weapon can do in terms of Salmon Run to make the best use of it. For example, the Explosher's shots can act as bombs, and can take down Flyfish baskets. However, it can't take down Maws.

I will be happy to answer any questions about any weapon! Just shoot me an ask, and I'll help!

- Use your bombs. Spit them out wherever you can. Instead of jumping into a horde, throw a bomb in. They'll do all the work for you. Toss them along the ground for a Maws instead of throwing them, it makes them go less far.

[ OOC note: Aim down! Make your bomb skitter along the ground instead of tossing it, sort of like a curling bomb! You can get them exactly where you want them this way. ]

- Keep your turf! It's essential to have good space to work in, so keep the ground inked. Otherwise, you're bound to get overwhelmed really quickly.

- [ OOC tip: Don't use Y to reposition your camera backwards. Use motion controls, and if you can't, turn up your stick sensitivity. Using Y will only disorient you. This will take some practice! Trust me! Be patient :) ]

- Please listen to your teammates. If they're shouting This Way at you repeatedly, it's probably for a reason. Also, be nice and Booyah back, why don'tcha?

- Don't get cocky if you have a Grizzco weapon. They do make it easier, but you're still fighting for your life out there.

The Splatana can take down unprepared Steelheads, Drizzlers, and front-facing Scrappers with its charged swipe. However: it's very slow, so make sure you have room to charge safely before you try! And try not to charge into the water.

The Slosher is the same as the Splatana, but you can do all that from the back lines. Also, it can take down Flyfish with a shot to the center!

The Dualies have very little range. Always remember that. They are very good at lesser clearing, but keep an eye on your ink and your location in respect to the water. Too many people dodge roll right into the water.

The Blaster is simple: point and shoot. This is one of the only Grizzco weapons that doesn't particularly have a strategy, and is fairly well balanced. It can't do anything special, but it is a heavy DPS weapon.

The Stringer is a backliner. It can take down Steelhead bombs with one shot, and the explosives are fairly decent at lesser clearage. It's also very good for Cohozuna. I'll admit, this isn't my area of expertise, so I can't tell you much more than that 😅

The Charger is really, really good for Horrorboros. That's about the only time I recommend spamming it, despite its quick charge speed. It has terrible ink consumption, and it's best to use it like any other charger in most cases. Great for Mothership, though!

The Brella is an inker. Keep the area clear for your teammates at all times! Keeping turf is one of the most important things in Salmon Run. Don't go head on into a mob of Chum like the Blaster, you won't make it.

The Roller is a car. Run them over. (Don't try and roll over Scrappers, though. That'll just bounce you back.) Don't flick unless absolutely necessary. If you must, a single vertical flick can take down a charging Steelhead, but you have to start your flick before it starts charging or you'll miss your chance.

- Most of all, have patience. I know I'm not one to talk on this, but if you get frustrated, clock out! You won't do good work if you're worried about your rank constantly or you're getting really angry at the freelancers.

[ OOC note: Take breaks! Don't get yourself super stressed over this game, okay? You can always put it down and come back later. It's a game, make sure you're having fun! ]

This isn't everything I could say, but it's a good start, I think. Once again, if you have any questions, let me know! I'll answer as best as I can. Atlas out!

[casuallivi]

Christmas With Elriel

Azriel uselessly tries to slam the trunk down, the unhelpful amount of gifts overflowing along with his blood pressure.

"You are spoiling him." Elain sings swinging back and forth on her heels, more parcels in her arms.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he downplays grunting, getting rid of his homemade knitted jacket and scaf, the cold temperature doing nothing to stop the wet spots under his armpits. Tired of gentle approaches, Azriel pushes the boxes to the back the max he can, using both arms to swing the trunk down hard, finally managing to shut it.

His celebratory, "yes!" is interrupted by Elain's beautiful voice.

"I'm talking about you, filling this car with presents as if you were Brooklyn's Santa."

"I only bought him the necessary to have a happy Christmas morning."

Elain rolls her eyes.

"Nyx doesn't need all that. He can't use half of these," she gestures to the backseat, also overflowing with presents.

"How would you know?"

"Because I saw you wrapping a set of tenis rackets."

"So we can play tenis with him on the weekends." He shrugs her off, getting the gifts she's holding, shoving them on the backseat through the window.

"He's four!" Elain stresses, picking his jacket and scarf from the snow, gently patting the flakes away. The reindeer came out nicely, her prettiest work to date. She should try more animal patterns latter, maybe bats.

"He's our only nephew, Elain."

"Doesn't mean he gets to be spoiled, Azriel."

"Of course it does, that's exactly what it means. Besides, have you seen Cassian's gift?"

At that she turned back to him, an accusatory finger pointed straight at his face. "I knew it! I knew this was about Cass."

"This is not about Cass." This most definitely was about Cass. "It's about getting my nephew some nice Christmas gifts." And putting his goddamn brother in place.

His crafty cheating brother, who had built Nyx a tree house from scratch, complete with sliding pole and swing, when they bought the materials together agreeing to built together during summer break. The sleazy fucker still had the audacity to look straight at Azriel, smirking from ear to ear while Nyx shouted from the top of his lungs that he was the 'best uncle ever', mouthing the words 'your move' to him.

While Feyre helped Nyx on the swing, Azriel could do nothing but give his brother a yellow smile, imagining himself dragging Cass' stupid face against the damn tree. He would get his revenge now, the thirty-one carefully curated gifts would guarantee that - one for each day of the following month.

"You are under heavy attack, 'Lain. I can't let you loose your spot as his favorite aunt."

He opened the passenger door to her, Elain scoffing at his face.

"I don't compete with Cass for that spot."

"But I do! Get in, so we can get there faster and I can't show my brother how to shove that tree house up his a-"

Elain looped her arms around his neck and kissed him, surprising Azriel who nearly tripped on the slippery ground. The soft wool of her gloved fingers chased the cold away from his freezing face, the hot slick slow swipe of her tongue heating him from inside out. He slipped his hands inside her jacket to feel her up, quickly finding the curve of her ass, cursing the thick layers separating her skin from his. Lacking oxygen, Elain stepped away, slapping a hand over his mouth when he tried to chase hers.

"Has anyone ever told you how competitive you are?" She asked him breathless.

Azriel grinned, strawberry lipstick smeared over his lips. "I not competitive, I simple don't like to be second best."

"That's exactly what competitive means." She snorts as he pushes closer, her back hitting the cool side of the car. Azriel is about to kiss her when she says, "when you are done obsessing about your-"

"I do not obsess about Cass' tree house! I don't care about it at all." He interrupts her with fiery eyes.

"... your gifts," Elain finishes with a knowing grin. "I was going to say your gifts for Nyx. When you stop obsessing about them, I can tell you what I have planned for our Christmas, and your gifts."

He eyes her with suspicion, cocking his head to the side.

"I have gifts?"

"You do. And one of them is very special." Elain tip-toes to whisper against his ear, a subtle blush blooming on his cheeks.

"Really?" He asks in disbelief.

"Really." She confirms nodding.

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

That peaks his interest, Azriel swiping Elain off her feet to sit her inside the car, her delightful laughter following him to the driver's side, his fingers quickly tipping a message to Rhys.

'Got the kid some stuff, dropping then on the sidewalk in 15'

With a couple of words from Elain his goal for the night changed from "getting Cassian to wail on his knees" to "getting back home as soon as possible", the promise of unwrapping a special gift playing in his mind.

God, he loves Christmas.

🎄⛄🎄⛄🎄⛄🎄⛄🎄⛄🎄⛄🎄⛄

[crowemoji]

I'm planning to make a comic in the isekai genre just purely out of hatred with how boring and dogshit a majority of stuff is there in that genre.

I want to make it mostly comedy. Yes, mostly. I want some serious stuff in here too so that it's thrilling.

Here's my ocs, the main four:

Hino Toshiro, the protagonist we follow, the one that gets isekai'd. Oh right, he gets isekai'd into his own video game. He was originally an indie game developer (I just wanted to follow the classic tropes you see in a lot of isekais and be stupid about them).

I wanted him to look a bit more unique when compared to other isekai protagonists, so I didn't go with the basic hairstyle almost every male protagonist has (can these guys be creative for once).

He has a bite mark because the protagonist of the game got bit and died from it, so Toshiro becomes him, essentially 'respawning' but he kept the bite mark. In order for Hino to not get shot at first sight, he looks around for a dead body and uses the lab coat from it in order to cover it. The bite mark has turned into a scar and all that blood has dried up (it looks fresh in the concept art but this was something I thought of later after I drew him). He can't get infected but he knows that the bite mark stayed because that was a feature in his own game. The feature being that whenever you die, the wound from your previous body stays, so you have to find new ways to make sure you aren't getting killed by the people who are supposed to help you.

And because he's the developer and one of the writers (his friend group consists of people that also want to make a game with him, so that's his development team), he was able to research a lot of stuff about biology and microbiology. He isn't as experienced as a person with an actual degree obviously, so he isn't a know-it-all type guy.

Kinoshita Hitomi, one of the characters from the fictional biotech company, (I haven't thought of a name yet). She worked as a clinical technician before the apocalypse from the game happened.

She used to play baseball when she was a teen but abandoned it because of her parents wanting her to specialize in some sort of medical related career. Now it's useful here because she can kill zombies with only one or two or three swings (it depends on where she hits them, but usually two).

Maria Cumberman, you can tell she's not japanese by her name, she's from Canada and came here to get employed in the company. She's very young for being a microbiologist and one of the researchers for finding a cure for rabies but considered a savant so she got her degree earlier than most.

Let me add on a bit more: The research for finding a cure for rabies backfired, causing the apocalypse in the game, the virus took over 2 months to completely mess up everything in the building. This rabies variant takes over a lot faster than the regular version. It still takes some time to act, but not as slow as rabies [can be], it's acting time is predictable however, so that helps.

Because she was one of the researchers, she blames herself and feels extremely guilty about it. She and the others are trying to find the cure themselves, but Maria is the only one actually experienced in this type of thing, so they need her alive.

I haven't thought too much about the plot yet (I wanted to design my characters first), so I need to think of why the virus spread that quickly.

Tanaka Futoshi, worked as a business development manager.

He has a ring which was from a previous marriage. He divorced his now ex-wife of 6 years (she was a piece of shit), but he didn't want to get rid of the ring because 1. it was expensive and 2. it looked neat (it doesn't look that cool here but I'll add more stuff when I get to making more detailed reference sheet), so he moved the ring from his ring finger to his middle finger to silently say 'fuck you' to his ex. It doesn't really affect him in the current time because he moved on but it's a funny backstory for his ring.

Height chart.

Tanaka looks a little off but I don't really care to redraw him.

That's all. Here's some more concept sketches.

Other stuff about the world, not necessarily only about the characters:

The lab coat;

Company logo;

And ID card tier codes (tier I, II, III, and IV). This appears on the bottom of someone's ID and depending on what tier of access they've been given, they can gain access to various rooms and equipment. The ID scanners also check the fingerprints that exist on a special holographic sticker to ensure that the person who's in possession of the ID is the actual owner. I can't put the concept image of that here because image limit.

That's it, hopefully I get to make an actual decent comic instead of it being boring and dogshit like the isekais I'm making fun of (if it becomes something like that, feel free to shoot me).

My plan is to make it black and white like mangas usually are, but it has some colour... well, the only thing that's going to have colour is blood. But I think it will make it a bit more interesting to look at because I personally love looking at artworks that do that type of thing.

I've drawn comics before but they're always short and they're not even my own characters, so this is gonna be my way of practicing. Hope you had fun reading. If you'd like some more stuff about it don't be afraid to ask (if you even want to).

[firstkanaphans]

hi! if you don't mind me asking, i was wondering if i could ask you about how you're able to write at the speed/output that you are able? i'm always so impressed with the rate at which you're able to update and was hoping to ask for advice 😅

because one of the hardest things for me is speed...i write soooo slowly, and so as much as i want to write multichapter fics, i feel like it would take me months between updates because of how slow i write. i think one of the reasons is that i am also constantly live editing as i write maybe? which really does slow me down, but i'm not sure how to bypass that.

i was curious if you had any tips/advice for how to write at a steady pace? do you set aside time every day to write regularly, or only when the mood "hits"? and how do you tackle those scenes where you just have no idea what to write (if that's something if you've experienced?)

of course no need to answer any of these questions - i hope i didn't overwhelm! i'm just always so impressed with your writing output that i'd love to hear any advice if you had any. thank you and can't wait for the next update of BLP 🫶

This probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, but the honest truth is that I just have a very easy day job. There are probably only about three days a month where I have to put in an eight-hour work day. The rest of the time, I use any excess work time I have to write.

It wasn’t always like this for me, though, so I understand the frustration of working a full-time job and then coming home exhausted. The last thing you want to do is write because as much as we try to pretend like it’s fun, it’s still work. It’s not mind-numbing. You can’t do it if your tank is already empty. The main reason I’m able to write quickly is simply that I have the time and the mental energy to do so.

Like you said, one of the biggest tips I can give you when trying to write faster is to turn off your inner editor while writing your first draft. It took me a long time to learn how to do this, but it has been immensely helpful. I will obviously correct typos while I’m writing, but other than that, I really don’t go back and edit anything until the whole first draft is complete. The only exception would be if I get halfway through a chapter and just know something’s not working. At that point I will stop and at least figure out what the problem is so that I don’t waste time writing scenes that may need to be cut depending on what I have to change. But other than that, I largely ignore correct grammar and even good writing in favor of just getting words down on the page.

If you’re a perfectionist like me and the thought of doing that is just completely off-putting, I’ll sometimes trick myself by pretending I’m not writing anything important. In all of my documents, I put the word START where I’m meant to start writing for the day. If I know I’m going to be writing really rough, I just don’t move the START from where it is and that tricks my brain into letting me write bad because I know the next day I’ll start from that same place. So essentially, I’m writing very badly one day and then going back to edit it into something readable the next. I cannot stress enough how much difference even just a day makes in your ability to edit more objectively. I never post chapters on the same day I finish them because I want to give my brain at least 24-hours to mull it over before I start editing.

As for writer’s block, I have pretty much eradicated that from my life simply because I outline everything so thoroughly beforehand. For instance, today I’ve been going through my outline for Chapter 4 of Best Laid Plans so that I can start writing it. One of the bullet points says, “Akk, Aye, Kan, Wat, and Thua eat lunch together.” My job today is to figure out what they’re going to talk about during that lunch so that when I get to that scene, I won’t draw a blank and spend days trying to figure it out instead of actually writing.

Now, that’s not to say that there aren’t days where I just don’t want to write, but for me, those days are few and far between. I don’t, however, believe in forcing yourself to write even when you don’t want to because your output is going to show your frustration with the task. I would never encourage someone to set a goal to write every day because I believe that’s just setting them up for failure. In the end, this really is just a hobby and you should work at your own pace and comfort level. If you’re bored with a multi-chapter fic you’re writing, take a break to write a one-shot. Or add something to your outline to spice up the next scene so that it re-energizes you.

It’s funny because I think output numbers get wildly skewed in fandom because some of us are actually insane. It’s not odd to see 20K-word chapter updates or fics literally longer than the Bible (773K words). If you write 1000 words a week (less than 150 words a day), that’s 52K words in a year, which is very nearly novel-length—and longer than any multi-chapter fic I’ve written. You would never expect a published author to write more than one novel a year, so don’t expect that from yourself either.

[veebs-hates-video-games]

I think once I do Ys 8 I'm basically caught up, but first Dragon Quest 11 for a bit.

I played the demo on my computer a couple years ago and was really impressed. I spent at least a dozen hours on just the demo and still didn't run out of stuff to do, and I was enjoying the retro vibe in a more modern and polished package.

Then I decided to wait for it to go on sale at an arbitrary price I decided I was ok with. And then I kept waiting for multiple years because it just keeps never hitting that point on Steam.

I ended up actually paying slightly more than that for a used physical copy for the Switch instead, so good job Squenix, you got $0 out of that instead of like 10% less than what you would've if you'd dropped the price slightly more over time.

The problem with that is that now I have to redo all the stuff I did in the demo, and the beginning of the game is slooow. Painfully so. And on top of that the game is just painfully slow in general. It would be instantly improved by speeding up literally everything by 20%, even without redoing anything to fit the slightly faster pace.

The default camera speed takes a full five seconds to do a 360, and even at the max speed it takes at least like three. This is a recurring problem for me in a lot of Japanese games, and less often in games from other places (who tend to screw up their cameras in different ways). If the maximum speed isn't too fast for me to comfortably use your range of speed settings is too narrow.

Unsurprisingly to go along with that the walking speed is also really slow compared to what I'm used to. It has separate speeds for indoors and outdoors, and really the outdoor speed is how fast the indoor one should be while the indoor one should be reserved for stealth/sneaking sections (and those should stay in games I don't play because they're just not fun for me). It's especially painful coming directly from Ys 8, where the slowest walking speed is faster than the fastest one in DQ11, plus it has a run button to go faster, plus you can equip an accessory to turn it into a run even faster button.

There's a setting to change the combat speed, but really that wouldn't address most of my problems, and also it makes the animations look weird, which is a shame because there's a lot of excellent animation work in the game, like every different enemy has their own set of animations, and they're all extremely expressive and charming.

Unfortunately it tends to make you wait through the entire animation every time, including the full transition to their idle animation, when normally most games would move the camera or start accepting input again somewhere in the middle of that process. Also if there's a musical jingle that plays for any reason (e.g. winning a battle, leveling up, a new party member joining, saving your game) you have to let the whole thing finish playing before you can do anything (and anything includes mashing buttons to skip through stuff you've already seen dozens of times), which is also an extremely long delay compared to what most games do.

I swear if the camera and run speed were more reasonable and all the little things that make you wait around extra time doing nothing were tweaked a bit the game would instantly go from 100 hours to 60-70 and feel much better too.

Also while we're at it can we get some menus that suck less, especially the terrible inventory? I know a lot of the weird quirks in the game are things that were inherited from the older ones, but sometimes you just need to change them to make them actually functional, and you can reference the old ones with visual design or something.

It's a great game in a lot of ways, but it sure does manage to suck in others at the same time. I wish I'd just paid the extra five bucks and finished the game in 2021, because redoing all this stuff at the beginning is painful.

[my-sibling-wears-a-muumuu]

Get Up and Go!!

Yet another fic before my kobra vs car fic, anyways, peach on the crash track. I chose sport bikes because that's what I always imagined and I want one. the race isn't accurate because idgaf, let me a live in a world with pcp and fast cars that all go together with a dead movie star!

"Ready?!" Scene Queen Shouted from the right sideline, flag up.

Peach leaned forward on their bike. Shoulders ahead of hips.

"Set?!" Star yelled from the left side line, flag up.

Ze lifted a foot off the ground and put it on the foot peg.

"Andddddd-!" Demi Devil started, Peach flipped down the visor to their helmet. Letting zer arms rest, hands lightly gripping the handles.

It felt like time slowed.

"GO!" Demi screamed, all flags waving downwards. Peach quickly hit the acceleration and lifted zer foot off the ground and onto the left foot peg.

The pure force from the speed, and wind hit them immediately, not letting that slow them, they tried their damnedest to go faster. And fuck did it work.

Speeding ahead of the competition, that being some kid named 'Kobra Kid', and two, maybe three others. Kobra was not far behind peach, he was basically riding their ass. As expected with their live basically on the line.

Over the old announcement system came Demi Devil's voice, "Remember my little worms! Whoever is last is my dinner tonighttt!!! And I'm gonna fucking feast."

While yes, it is true that Demi has eaten the person in last place a few times, the kid had a chance of living. But the threat still held weight. Because nothing was stopping her from eating them. Morality was lost in this hellscape.

The finish line was in sight, and at this point, Kobra and Peach were far ahead. Side by side now, and occasionally getting a little ahead of each other. Peach was sweating with adrenaline.

Demi came over the announcement system again, "Ohohoho! Looks like we might have a tie!!! Never had that happen!"

A fucking tie? What would even happen? Surely Demi has had this happen, and was just joking?

That couldn't matter now, they had to win. They wanted those shiny carbons for a Mad Gear show. Little did Peach know that was also why Kobra wanted the carbons.

Peach forced themselves further onto the bike. Something about aerodynamics. The finish line was at max 6 feet away.

They forced more throttle from the bike. Trying to put a small distance to touch the line first.

5 feet.

4 feet.

3 feet.

Their win was basically guaranteed.

2 feet.

And before they realized, they crossed the line.

"AND PEACH SPIDER IS FIRST!!!!"

Turning the bike to stop and kicking up sand put the cherry on top.

"KOBRA SECOND!!"

Ze took zer helmet off, and smiled at Kobra. His helmet was still on, and he was staring back. Peach felt.. something, they weren't entirely sure what it was. A strange likeness towards him?

-----

Everyone else had made it past the line, and they got to the prize part of the track. Peach got the carbons, but before they or Kobra could leave, they did the weird walk-jog.

"Your uh,, Kobra, right?"

He nodded, still not having had his helmet off.

"Sorry for beating you, but uh, would you like to go to a Mad Gear show with me? I mean it doesn't have to be mad ge-"

Kobra finally removed his helmet, and he was gorgeous. "Are you serious?"

Peach took a minute, "Yeah-..?"

"Like a date?"

"I suppose. You are gorgeou- hot- fuck," peach smacked their hand to their forehead.

"Your Peach Spider, right?" Kobra asked, starting to smile.

Peach nodded this time.

"Well, Peach, I'm right off of getaway mile, its a diner. You shouldn't miss it. If you really need, Dr. D or Neon Night might know where."

"So it's a date?"

"It's a date."

[the-cursed-recruit-story]

The cursed recruit

By Symon Pude

Chapter 2 – The Departure

“Wake up.” My mother's voice ripped me from my sleep as she shook my shoulder.

I yawned and turned to the other side.

“The sun is up.”

That made me jerk up. “Shit.”

I pushed the blanket away, yesterday’s clothes wrapped damp around me with sweat. I started into the other room, looking for food.

I settled for the end of yesterday’s bread and took a bite. “A wholesome breakfast.”

While I was wolfing down the rest, my view fell on the opened book on the table. I didn't have any time to find out more about souvras.

My mother suppressed a sneeze.

I froze and turned to her. “Are you getting sick?”

She made a dismissive gesture. “I’ll be fine. Do you have everything?”

“There’s something I still need to do.”

I went to my mother and hugged her. Tears rushed to my eyes.

I spoke into her ear. “I will come back.”

“I will wait. You be good.”

“Probably not,” I said before I squeezed her harder.

She gave me a playful slap on the back of my head before she deepened the hug as well. I didn’t want the warm hug to end. My mother shuddered in my arms. I felt safe. I could hear her every breath, feel her heart beating faster than usual. When I broke the hug and opened my eyes, tears rolled down my mother’s face. Using all my willpower, I turned away and slung the rucksack on my back. “Goodbye, Mama.”

“Take care.”

I walked out the door. The sun hit me like the day before, although the air didn’t seem as clear. Fog would obscure the landscape soon enough. I moved over to the eight sticks on the side of the path, the snowdrop still lying there.

“Goodbye, grandmother, sister and stillborn siblings,” I said, but did not move. There was no strength in my feet that could carry me away.

As I stared at the sticks, angry that I’d forgotten to renew them yesterday, I did not notice the big frame that jogged up our path.

The berserker slowed down and stopped beside me.

After a moment, he began to speak in his low voice. “That's a large number of graves for such a small family."

"The curse of death."

"Yes, I heard that rumour." He took a step closer. "Maybe you should take this journey as an opportunity for a new start. To build friendships with people who don't know what is said about you."

"I don't need friends."

"I don't believe that."

"How could I enjoy this journey if my parents could starve or work themselves to their bones in my absence?" I spat at the Berserker. "If you are really sorry and trying to help, you'd let me stay here."

"That is not within my power."

"You also let my father stay, why not me as well?"

"The general wants you in his employ."

"Why would he care about a simple farmer like me? I can't fight, I don't have any magic; all I'm going to do is clog up your war budget."

"He hasn't even told me that yet." The burly man turned away and gestured for me to follow. "We need to go if we want any chance of catching up to them."

He began to jog, and I had no other choice than to try and keep up with him. My shoes started to hurt immediately, not being made for running and my rucksack bounced up and down.

"Stupid oaf," I said between heavy breaths.

We ran towards Hazelbrook. Each one of the berserker's strides meant two for me, and so I struggled to keep up, even though it was only a light jog for him.

We hadn't even reached the village when I stumbled and fell. Tiny stones dug into my hands, and I tasted the wet dirt.

"Stop," I called, out of breath.

The tall army man did, then he turned around, grabbed my rucksack and lifted me back on my feet. My hands fell on my knees.

"I need a moment," I panted.

He looked down at me. "That wasn't even that far yet."

"What do you want?" I said. "It's right after being holed up for the entire winter."

He waited only a few moments, before walking behind me.

“You first. Pick a tempo you can sustain."

I straightened. “I bet you just want to look at my ass.”

"A bit of friendly advice…"

The berserker stepped closer. Within a heartbeat, I froze. He was now close enough to twist my neck, if he so chose.

"... keep your insults to yourself or you'll eventually cross the wrong person. Now, run!"

My feet started to move on their own, strengthened by fear. I needed to get away from the man before he broke one of my bones. Though, no matter how fast I was, he was right on my heel, his breathing calm with no exhaustion.

My legs burned as well as my lungs. My racing heartbeat raised to my ears, bringing heat to my face. My body begged me to stop, but I knew I would die. Despite my best efforts, I slowed down, and I already waited for massive hands to wrap around my throat.

Nothing happened. The berserker remained behind me, matching my new speed. Still, his breath in my neck told me that I should not get any slower.

We reached Hazelbrook. The few people that were out early in the morning consisted of women, children and old men, a sombre silence laying over them. The ceremon stood in front of the chapel. When we passed, he called, “May the Maker protect you on your journey.”

I bit my teeth and increased my speed again.

The road to Sunhill was littered with holes from the winter. I hoped that meant that the army hadn’t made much progress yet. The fog grew denser, swallowing everything. The outline of leafless trees formed on the side of the road and dissolved again in the mist. My heart strangled against the confines of my chest, and I longed to know how far the army was ahead. I took a deep breath and pushed forward.

At first, it was just a dark spot on the road, but soon, the figures of the other conscripts formed from the fog, just a hundred metres away.

“Thank fuck.” I said.

The rear men of the army stopped in their tracks. I picked up speed as I raced towards the two enlisted wearing blue gambesons. One of them had a lanky stature while the other was about my height, but wider. The former had a darker shade of skin than any Hazelbrooker, while the latter had a blue hue that almost seemed grey. I stopped after I passed them, putting my hands on my knees to catch my breath. A strong headache assaulted me, making me wince.

The two men made a short snort, then straightened and saluted when they noticed the uniform of the berserker behind me.

“Make sure he doesn’t run away,” the burly man said to the conscripts.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” they answered in chorus.

I raised my eyebrow.

A lieutenant?

That made the berserker the right hand man of the general. Why would someone of such high standing be tasked with getting stragglers?

The lieutenant turned to me and said, “Remember my advice, not everyone is as forgiving as me.” His voice didn’t betray that he had been running for more than half an hour on end.

Panting, I tried to straighten. “How the hell are you not panting, you ox?”

He heaved a sigh. “At least try not to be too annoying.”

The berserker walked towards the bulk of the men of the army, his towering outline was visible through the crowd until the fog engulfed him.

As soon as he was out of sight, the two conscripts relaxed.

“Hehehe,” the one with the bluish skin started laughing. “A deserter. How convenient.”

The wide man took off the package that was slung over his shoulder. He pushed it against my chest so I had no other option that to take it. Through the cloth, I could feel wooden pikes.

“Carry this,” he ordered me.

I met his stare. “I’m not your donkey.”

“Heh,” he laughed again. “We’re in charge of you. You are our donkey.”

"No, your only job is to make sure I don’t run away. That doesn’t give you the right to order me around."

He stepped closer and tapped on the octagonal crest on the shoulder of his blue gambeson. "You know what that means? It means that I'm enlisted, and being a soldier is my job. I'm higher in the hierarchy than some stinking conscript like you.” He cracked his knuckles. “And if you disagree, we have methods to change your mind."

I swallowed my reply and put the strap of the package around my shoulder.

The bluish man smiled. “Wasn’t that hard now, was it? I’m Virgil. Right there is Situs.”

The lanky man gave a nod, which I only saw in my periphery as I kept my stare at the army that slowly vanished in the fog. “I’m not going to even try to remember this.”

"Hey," Situs said. "You're going to give us the respect we deserve."

So… none? Is what I wanted to say, but I remembered the berserker's advice.

I put on a smile. "I'm sorry, okay, sirs."

My two watchers scoffed and started walking to catch up to the other soldiers. I followed them. The army paced slowly so that everybody could follow. Through the conversations of recruited farmers, the beat of a drum sounded through the chatter. Virgil and What-was-his-fucking-name-again talked to three other people. None of them made any attempt to talk to mep

To pass the time, I started a little children’s game.

“I spy with my little eye, something that is brown,” I muttered.

No one heard me, so I answered myself, “It’s the road.”

Still no reaction from anybody. I sighed.

These are going to be long days.

The army stopped much sooner than I’d expected. There was still an hour left before the sun set down. I grunted in relief. My calves hurt and my soles were burning like hell. Sadly, there wasn't really a place in the field to sit down without getting wet.

My first watcher -How was he called? Vi…? Ah fuck this- ordered me, “Give our tent back.”

“What?”

He stepped closer, and then I realised that he meant the package he gave me. I took it off and handed it to him so he didn't come closer.

"Was that so hard?" he said, heading back to the lanky man.

"Wait," I said. "Where do I get a tent?"

"Not our problem," the bluish man laughed, and the other joined in as they walked away.

"Stupid gargoyle mutt," I mumbled under my breath.

The lanky man turned around. "What did you say?"

"Nothing."

I put on an innocent smile. He couldn't have heard what I said.

"You called Virgil a stupid gargoyle mutt."

"What?" The wide man shouted. "You peasant blood called me a gargoyle?"

He stepped closer and raised his hand for a back handed slap. When his hand came down, I blocked it, and, out of reflex, punched the man in his chest.

"You damn peasant," he spat.

I jumped out of his range before he could catch me, my arms ready for another attack. Too late did I spot the dark skinned man in the corner of my eyes, and the last thing I saw was his fist.

A groan escaped my lips. The stones on the dirt road pressed hard against my cheek. I opened my eyes. My vision shifted before revealing the picture before me. Three pairs of legs stood close to me. One of them came closer fast.

“No,” I brought out before a leather boot kicked into my stomach. Puke rushed upwards my throat and onto the ground. It contained pieces of bread and hare meat. Some of the sauerkraut from yesterday hung like threads out of my mouth. Another kick connected with my back. I tried to push myself off the ground, but a foot to the side of my ribs pushed me back down. Laughter sounded. One of the five around me was the guy that tripped me earlier. Another kick to my side. My stomach dry-heaved as volleys of kicks slammed into my ribs, searing pain rippling along them. I forced every single breath down my burning throat. My vision swam in and out of focus. My body beckoned me to let go of my consciousness, knowing that it will never get back.

The curse finally caught up with me.

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Neo Champion Leaf

It should have been Articuno, this was such an easy setup, why does DeNA keep fucking this shit up?

General Overview Apparently this is based off which bird they get in the manga, so once again the non-games media has ruined my life.

Leaf's main move is Leer, which hits -1 Atk/Def/Sp Atk/Sp Def and -1 Fire Rebuff thanks to her passives. After a passive is set, she gets access to her Buddy move, which is 150BP, sets Sun on first use, and doubles current debuffs on the single target she hits. While under Sun, she prevents all status and interference for the entire team. TM is immediate +6/+6/+3 offenses, so no real need for support. Her last skill is Potion, which at least gets MPR3 instead of MPR2. Grid skills can include Solar Sync for one more Sun application, Extend 3 on Sun, a chance to burn on Buddy move, and a chance to confuse on Leer. It's a decent spread of tools.

Leaf's strength, then, is compression. She's the Tech equivalent of SS Morty, gaining value from providing multiple relevant tools to allies. Rebuff and Sun are great Fire damage modifiers. Offensive debuffing and Potion are great for supports that can't heal manually. Defensive debuffing, setting sun, and providing team immunity to status and interference, means Leaf has traits that are valuable even beyond on-type damage. And all of this while offensively keeping up with other damage dealers in her type. Sync is a bit stronger than SS May, DPS a bit stronger than SS Hilda.

So okay, why don't I love this? I love the jack of all trades approach, and adore debuffs and field effects. I should love this. Why don't I love this?

Leer is horribly slow to accumulate debuffs. I understand it's a spectrum debuff, but anyone familiar with Classic Elesa is aware that a -1 across all stats is generally not exceptional. It can do a lot to disrupt a target, but it doesn't kick off multipliers for allies that well, and most critically, doesn't set her up well. TM -> two Leer -> sync is only -8. She'd be operating at 2/3rds full capacity on first sync without help. Her buddy move doubling current debuffs also doesn't help. TM -> 3 Leer -> 1 Buddy move and TM -> 1 Leer -> 3 Buddy Moves gets you the same amount of debuff on a single target, with the only difference being the former gets you better spread debuffing, and the latter gets you Sun sooner. And if at any point an X item is used by your opponent on a stat you wanted debuffed, congrats on losing two turns of work in one.

Solar Sync with Extend 3 is a goddamned embarrassment with Adaman dropping three months ago. Dude has the same rebuff ability, way stronger sync, but somehow gets Solarize and Extend 5. If Leaf had even one of those, this could be a different discussion. But both angles were limited, for no reason.

Leaf does not replace current top damage meta. She supplements it. SS May, SS Hilda, they're still approximately as good. Which is a sad state of affairs for a Master Fair, and a sadder state when lined up next two Red and Blue, who get to go absolutely ballistic with powercreep. Leaf's limitations are so unnecessary it's outright insulting. DeNA really does not like Leaf.

EX, Role, and Move Level? 1/5 maintains her debuffs and her rebuff and her Sun setting on first attack. All very good traits to have. 3/5 is nice for sync, Potion MPR, and Solar Sync with Extend 3. EX is nice only if she wants to sync. Personally, I think many people who have strong Fire types already will be fine with 1/5 playing third wheel to comps they already had. Her EX Role is support, which is...fine. I don't entirely agree with it, but it's fine. No explosive coverage, no faster access to next sync, so I guess just double DPS for the team? It gives some added stats for bulk, so who knows, maybe it'll make her a good off tank with the debuffs and Potion. While this is very worth talking about, given her stats shoot up to nearly 900 HP and 270 defenses, I'm not talking about it because there's not going to be an F2P way to earn cake for another 2-3 months.

Team 1: NC Leaf, SS Morty, SS May New and "improved." Prior, Colress was the best partner to May, thanks to Screech. Leaf has better matched theme skills, Leer's debuffs make the team effectively immortal while powering up May, and it's extra Sun application. This is a Leaf that works fine at 1/5, providing the needed debuffs for May and otherwise playing support and secondary DPS.

Team 2: NC Leaf, SC Jasmine, Leon Another nice thing about Leaf is that she's flexible. No need for any support, so she can facilitate an ally like Leon just fine. Because she sets sun, she fills in that role from SS Morty as well, really opening possibilities, while debuffing both defenses. Again, if Leon is the star, Leaf is fine 1/5 here.

Team 3: NC Leaf, Lodge Blue/SS Blue, SS Red/Agatha This seems weird, but allow me to state my case. SS Red got Standfast 9, and can now use Flare Blitz, which is powered up by Kanto Pride. His Trainer Move requires mega evolution to get the attack, which is never ideal, but enter Lodge Blue to work on that with him. Moreover, SS Red can fast-ramp with Propulsion 9 on TM, all he needs is flinch. Because of Blue's Stomp, congrats, you have flinch. Alternatively, if you want Leaf to be a one-woman show, SS Blue works beautifully with her, boosting defenses and having access to Pep Rally, as well as appreciating her pop Potions. I mention Agatha because Kanto doesn't have great flinch bots, so sleep bot it is.

Team 4: NC Leaf, Leaf, SS Leaf I will say, there's a certain joy in knowing this works. NC Leaf is the powerhouse, SS Leaf helps with debuffs (especially at 5/5), and base Leaf has Staggering and defense boosts on sync. With all the healing stacked in, they are more than capable of handling anything. Stallmaster Leaf.

Team 5: NC Leaf, Marley/Lodge Dawn, BP Falkner/Kukui/C!Elesa If NC Leaf is doing the damage thing, spending turns on Leer is generally not ideal. Bringing partners that debuff is then a very useful trait. Marley has matched theme skills and speed control for the party, but has Terrify on grid to contribute. Lodge Dawn can run Mind Games 2 as a lucky skill, and a single good roll snowballs into a very potent sync for Leaf, while also giving both defenses and speed boosts on a single move. BP Falkner is worth mentioning here. Speed is the one stat Leaf doesn't debuff, and more critically, Mud Slap can get really chaotic as Leaf starts spamming buddy move to just erase opponent accuracy. Kukui is an example of the budget slot. Defense is a good stat to debuff for her DPS, and any Leer bot with flinch can put in good work for her, stalling turns for more debuffs and adding a little more pressure. And of course, C!Elesa is the champion of spectrum debuffs, drastically speeding up Leaf's rotations.

Team 6: NC Leaf, MC Regirock, Gordie If desired for Gauntlet purposes, there is one way to get that Rebuff back. Gordie can apply Fire rebuff at will, which means he can keep her DPS active in Gauntlet. I do think this is a bit of a waste of his talents, but such is life I suppose.

Team 7: NC Leaf, BP Barry, Whitney/Lodge Irida But otherwise, you just have to wait until sync. This team is designed with that wait in mind. BP Barry is excellent for this. Crit Shield can be popped at any time, given Leaf's lack of need for support, to block sure crit AoE moves. Paralysis and Attack Trap will cover most known gimmicks, and with Synthesis and healing when attacking a paralyzed foe, Barry can sustain well. For Gauntlets that permit it, flinch from someone like Whitney is ideal, since she can also recover her own HP, limiting the pressure on Leaf's Potion. Lodge Irida is an alternative that flinches and kicks off Fire theme skills.

Team 8: NC Leaf, SS May, SS Hilda Fire Gals. NC Leaf is not particularly bulky, but if you do give her the cake, she gets some respectable stats and can serve as tank with Potion. Debuffs apply well to SS May's damage, while SS Hilda is your 3v3 sync nuke win condition. You have pretty much everything you need, considering Hilda's fast self-setup, so I do think this comp can work out well.

Final Thoughts Leaf is...fine. Her debuffing support kit is slower acting than contemporaries, but the spread of it means some value everywhere. Her DPS is hilariously gated in a way that's going to hurt her gauntlet performance. And unlike Adaman, who gets Sun on every single sync, Leaf gets one. Just one. For no reason. Awesome. Hopefully she sells well enough to get anything else in the next three years. But with Paldea and Hisui coming in, I am not optimistic.

[lackuraphi]

Angel wings au)Chapter 10:Arrowroot and Wisteria(Conflict)

The arrowroot and the wisteria were intertwined.

(⚠️Caution⚠️)

I used a translator

This is the Fan fiction

It’s different from the original

Pokemon doesn’t appear(Except for one)

All Trainers have angel wings

This AU includes discrimination

Hisui is modern in this au

Content Warning:sharp objects, violent, character gets a little mentally unstable

There are so many different talents in the world.

Lian has a talent for analyzing things in detail. Sabi has a talent for hit targets accurately. Akari has a talent for doesn't give up easily. Rei has a talent for fast to acquire skills.

And Melli is… He is a very talented person who makes others angry… —————————————

Ingo was in a small hospital in Jubilife Village, where he was being examined by Pesselle, who was working there.

"Is your headache okay now?" "Yes. Pesselle. I don't feel any pain now." "That's a relief! You can leave the hospital now Ingo!" "Really? Thank you so much! Pesselle! Thanks to your treatment, I was able to survive!!!" "Heck!" "Oh dear..My voice was too loud..I apologize…" "No, I'm fine Ingo, now I'm going to remove the bandage."

Pesselle removed the bandage from Ingo's head. The impact of the impact on his head with a sign was treated without a scar, except for a dark blue bruise.

"You need to be careful until the bruise is gone for a while." "Can I still continue with Apprenticeships training?" "No… You need to rest like now." "…I see. okay. Pesselle."

Ingo put on his black hat, which he had taken off because of the bandage, bowed politely to Pesselle, and then left the small hospital.

'First of all, I have to go to Training Grounds. I'll ask Zisu to train Apprenticeships. …and I'm worried about Rei. He's the only Apprenticeship person who didn't come to visit me.. It would be a relief if he couldn't come to me because he was busy training..'

And he went to the Training Grounds to tell Zisu to ask her to train Apprenticeships for the time being, and also to see if Rei, who had not seen him in a few days, was really busy with training.

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"Here we go!!!" "you're slow☆" "Ha!!!" "It will take hundreds of years for your strange-looking blade to reach the end of the beautiful hair of the Great Guardian angel Melli!"

When Ingo arrived at Training Grounds, Akari and Melli were exchanging attacks and playing practice matches. To be exact, Melli avoided all Akari's attacks, so Akari only cut into the air.

"Everyone, what are you…" "Oh Come on! Gee..! MELLI!!!" "Sabi and Pearls Lian must be faster than you~ I know why you're still Apprenticeships, unlike kids~" "What??? Ughhh..!! MELLI!!!!!!!" "I can avoid your attack with my eyes closed☆" "AHHHHHH!!!! MELLI!!!! Take a bite out of this!!!!!!!"

At Melli's provocation, Akari was blinded by her anger and swung a holly Weapon in the form of a sword at Melli. Melli also eluded all of her angry attacks with easefully. If they keep going like this, the practice match would turn into a real fight or Akari would be in danger of being exhausted.

"Please forgive the unscheduled stop! Melli! Akari! practice match is over!" "Ingo?!" "Ingo..!?"

Ingo was forced to step in between the practice match that escalated into a fight between Melli and Akari, threatening them with his clawed holly weapon, stopping their practice match.

"Akari! Are you okay?!"

Ingo first checked Akari's condition. Akari was in good condition except she was breathing heavily because she used up a lot of energy with the practice match just now. After checking Akari's condition, Ingo pressed Melli.. No, He got angry and started scolding Melli

"Melli! What have you just done to Akari!" "Me? I was doing a practice match. As you do." "It was never a practice match! It almost turned into a real fight!"

Melli also raised his voice to Ingo and countered.

"I heard that it's your way of teaching to train like it's real, I just trained that girl in your own way as if she were actually fighting! I did nothing wrong!" "I taught them at least by checking their skills!" "I heard in Master level class that you use all your skills and that girl is Master level class, right?" I just acted in accordance with the Master level class!" "To show all my skills, I meant to scare them! Actually, I hide my skills a little bit in that Master level class!"

Before he knew it, Ingo forgot why he came to Training Grounds, and began to argue with each other, exchanging hurtful words.

"You are not best teacher! You are just a sham teacher!" "What?! You have a great talent for upsetting others!" "Huh? Are you kidding me?! Guardian angel from another region!" "Why did God choose you as a guardian angel! You have no warm and clean heart at all!" "Ha! How funny! I presume from that frown you always make, and your heart is also not warm and clean at all!" "It was a big mistake for me to choose you as my partner! I should've just ignored you being alone from the beginning! Why didn't I change the track after hearing Leader Adaman's warning! I regret it!" "Hahaha! That's ridiculous! Hey! If I wasn't there, you were attacked by a gruesomely smiling black angel and then left unattended, and you're ingoing to the underworld as it is!"

Thus, their quarrel spread so loudly that it was no use for people around them to stop them, and Meli scratched Ingo's pride greatly.

"The way you check and train Apprenticeships, isn't it actually because you're weak and you're trying to hide it?" "Melli. What did you just say to me…?" "I said you were a guardian angel with weak combat skills!" "…….Melli." "Huh?"

"You are indeed… You have an amazing talent for annoying others. Melli."

((SLASH-!))

"….!!!!" "MELLI!!!!" "……."

Ingo, unable to contain his sudden rage, lost his temper and attacked Melli with holly weapon. The attack was a blow full of anger, like the black angel's attack that toppled Ingo.

"Melli! Are you okay?! Melli!" "…….." "Melli! Melli! Wake up! Melli!" "Don't worry Akari, holly weapon can't kill others" "Zisu… But Melli is…" "He just fainted in surprise, so he's gonna wake up soon.. Please, he needs to wake up soon…"

Akari and Zisu did not blame Ingo. It was Melli who brought it on himself.

"…oh dear..What have..I done..?"

But Ingo, who soon calmed down, blamed himself.

"I can't believe.. I lost control of myself and knocked Melli down…" "Melli just fainted for a moment." "His clothes are just ripped, but his body is fine." "What a shame… I'm doing something terrible…" "Ingo.." "Melli was right.. My heart is not clean and not warm…" "Ingo…!"

Ingo flew away with a rush of guilt

'I'm no different from the smiling black angel who is very much like me who attacked me a few days ago.. I also inflicted pain on innocent angels…'

And he flew through Hisui's sky without a destination.

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This is Mistralton City in Unova, It's called the hub of delivery angels who deliver various mails from various regions.

"This is sent to Galar..This is sent to Johto.. And this is…" "Skyla! We're running out of people to deliver mail to Hoenn, can you help us?" "Roger! Winslow! Please wait a moment! I'll be ready for the flight as soon as I'm done sorting!"

Skyla worked as a deliverer in her hometown of Mistralton City, delivering mail quickly, accurately and fresh with her flying skills, which she had excelled since childhood. (So she was always voted outstanding employee of the month.)

"This is sent to Kanto..Huh? This is a letter from Elesa, And the recipient is.. Let's see… Guardian angel Ingo…? Oh Dear! Hisui, where he's staying, is not a place where anyone can go! What should I do? Hisui is a rural village, so it's not easy to contact him…" "Skyla! We're leaving for Hoenn soon!" "Well, I'm going to finish the urgent delivery first! Roger! Winslow!"

Skyla packed her delivery bag full of mail and began flying to Hoenn with other deliverers.

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Ominously, the sky road to Hoenn was sometimes windy that day, making it dangerous to fly.

"Aah! suddenly wind!" "Skyla! Be careful! You could break out of the ranks!" "Don't worry, Ewing! I'm a veteran!"

Skyla, a veteran deliverer, often experienced strong winds, so the strong winds were familiar to her. But this time the veteran's composure was poisonous to her. Skyla, who had been on her guard for a while believing in her skills, was swept away by the strong wind as her colleague feared, leaving her far from the ranks.

"Aah!" "Skyla!!!!" "I'll follow you soon!"

As Skyla tried to rejoin the ranks where she had left, a flap of wings was heard behind her, and someone whispered to Skyla in a small voice.

"Hi. It's been a long time no see. A hypocrite." "….!"

Before Skyla could turn her head to hear his voice, someone whispering to her struck Skyla hard with a creepy smile on the sign he was holding.

"Skyla? SKYLA!!!!!!"

And Skyla, who was directly attacked, fell unconscious. When the deliverers went to rescue Skyla, someone with an eerie smile had already left.

'Yup! It's more exciting and verrrrry fun to hit someone than to hit a sandbag! Especially when hitting a hypocrite. Good night. hypocrite. And don't wake up forever.'

[tryctophobia]

Fallen Diligence Sans

A version of Fell Sans who absorbed the Justice and Patience souls after they convinced him to stop Frisk from doing the Genocide Route again and again. They called to him from inside their jars at the barrier, I guess. I dunno.

Outfit gets a yellow, cyan, dark mint, and bloodred redo, and the 3 souls (his and the 2 human ones) fuse into a mint-colored one with the "Diligence" trait (1, he can temporarily detach the 2 human souls from his own and retain the Diligence trait, and 2, he retains this change even through a reset, along with his memories. Yada yada, something about him absorbing the DT of the human souls, yada yada, minor timeline control or somethin', idk. How should I know how it works? Its not like I'm the creator of the AU or anything...oh). He grew around 5 inches in height. He doesn't dodge, so the souls decided to put their efforts into protecting him (aka raising his hp and defense). He now has 2700 HP and 95 defense. His damage is increased to 27, but he no longer ignores i frames. Likes the cold, and people started calling him Mint. Coincidentally, his food preference is mint-flavored... anything, really. He dislikes Hotland, and prefers to stay in Snowdin when given the chance. Papyrus still orders him about, but is afraid of Sans’s new powers (and jealous of his new look).

Powers:

Diligence Blaster; A Gaster Blaster with notably more sharp edges than normal, a light green tint, and a yellow eye and a cyan eye (for artistic purposes, the eyes are interchangeable). A bit more powerful than your typical blaster, and can be used to ram or bite opponents.

Diligence Bones; Light green bones with sharpened tips. Inflicts Bleeding instead of Karma (BD applies only to diligence bones, the non-kaboomy Exploding Knives, and his counterattack in phase 2. Mint doesn't utilize KR whatsoever).

Colored Bones; Typical blue and orange bones, but also yellow and cyan bones. The yellow ones can be shot, and the cyan ones move slow until they get near their target, at which point they move faster than can be dodged even by a Patience soul (explained later).

Boxes Bombs and Blasts; Mettaton's boxes and bombs, and small pyramids that make a fairly large explosion upon contact with anything. They all have a yellow tint.

Exploding Knives; Exactly what the name implies. Thrown knives that explode on contact (they also come in a less kaboomy variety). Have a cyan tint.

Teleportation; Also called a shortcut.

Save States; Can make a one-use save point only he can access that saves his location and health (like, if he's injured, he can use the save state to retreat and heal), but does not apply to the timeline. Time will continue as it was when he loads a save state, regardless of when he saved. It takes a decent amount of power to manifest and use (he doesn't regain the power used to make or load the save state when he uses it).

Integrity; Can turn someone's soul blue and choose which way it's oriented. No more than 3 people at a time (this applies to the other 2 traits as well).

Justice; Can turn someone's soul yellow. We've all seen it, it gives someone a yellow gun. The stronger the individual, the stronger the bullet. Can be charged for a larger blast. Out of politeness (and the rules of battle), the bullets will not hit the enemy but are instead used to counter some attacks (aka yellow bones, boxes, bombs, and the kaboomy triangles).

Patience; Can turn someone's soul cyan. The cyan soul gives the user blinding speed, but only when they need it. They can dodge most attacks, but can't move otherwise.

Anti-Gravity Slippers; Can control his own gravitational orientation (hehe big smart words)

Integrity Slam: Slams the enemy into any wall, ceiling, or floor by using a strong gravitational force. Doesn't do a whole lot of damage, is non-fatal, and takes a lot of energy to consistently repeat. Mostly used for holding someone in place *very* violently.

Finger Guns; Pew pew, Cuphead style. Not very strong, but can be fired in quick succession with next to no energy consumption.

Patience is Rewarded; The longer he stands still, the faster he regains energy.

Soul Sling; Removes the Justice and Patience souls temporarily to throw them in the form of an energy ball. Explodes on contact, and the souls return to him undamaged.

If he takes enough damage, the Justice and Patience souls will shatter, which will piss him off and make him more determined 'n stuff. He'll take more damage, but he's faster and hits harder. He no longer has Soul Sling, Exploding Knives, Boxes Bombs and Blasts, or control over the Justice and Patience traits, his control over Integrity is weakened, and his bones and blaster turn dark red (the blasters eyes turn cherry red). He gains a single attack in this phase.

Fuck Off; Uses 2 bones as defense, to deflect hits and counterattack.

Lore 'n Stuff:

Pacifist Route: When Frisk enters Snowdin, Sans is especially distrustful of their kindness, as the whole reason he absorbed the souls was to stop the Genocide. When Frisk gets to the entrance of Waterfall, Sans appears behind them, makes them turn around, grabs them by the shirt, and says "you got a whole lotta nerve waltzing through town like you're a fucking god. first you go around killing us monsters, then once something finally changes, you act like nothing happened. try that again, and see where you end up. ... or don't. i'm not looking to add to my body count anymore." before walking backwards a step, turning around, shrugging, and saying, "but what's one more death, eh? it's not like you'll stay dead anyway." He then teleports away and avoids Frisk until he sells them a single chimichanga in Hotland, after which he says, "y'know, no matter how hot this furnace of a place gets, it won't be as hot as the personal hell i'll put you in. ... time for my lunch break with the boss." before teleporting away. The last encounter with him is in the Final Corridor, when he fights Frisk. Instead of continually sparing him, Frisk instead has to talk to him for 27 turns, before finally convincing him that Frisk really did have a change of heart. He can be betrayal killed, and he gives enough EXP to get Frisk to LV 14. No G tho. When he's spared, he apologizes to Frisk (with attitude, of course). No changes to the Pacifist ending from the original AU. In True Pacifist, he's more friendly and doesn't fight you, as he remembers the previous Pacifist Route.

Genocide Route: When Sans sees Frisk enter Snowdin Forest, covered in dust, he greets them in his usual manner, with the classic "don't you know how to greet a new pal?" but when Frisk turns around and shakes his hand, he twists their arm and says, "but you're not a new pal, now are ya, human?" before promptly teleporting away. Once Frisk beats Papyrus, Sans will stand at the entrance to Waterfall, blocking their path. "sorry, kiddo, the only way to waterfall is through m e ." This is the first of 2 fights. This fight plays out the same as the Pacifist one, except for 2 things; 1, attempting to betrayal kill him results in him encasing you in bones and using his blaster repeatedly until you die, saying "nope." and 2, when he gets low hp, he flees, saying "fuck you. i got better shit to do." Frisk doesn't see him again until the Final Corridor, and there's no warning, the fight starts immediately (there's a save point and box in the corridor if you die). His intro speech is as follows: "y'know, i remember everything. every decaying, dying bird...every dried-up, wilting flower. and if you keep going...I'M GONNA HAVE SOME F U N ." When Frisk gets him to low enough hp (aka attacking him 20-25 times), he says "no!" as the human souls seperate from his own to block what would've been the last attack, shattering in the process. He looks at his hands, and then looks at the player. He says, "you fucking bastard. you killed the two friends i had left. ... y'know what, no more slacking. no more jokes, no more fun. you need to die, right now, and i'll make sure it happens." before loading his final save state and summoning 2 melee bones (there is a checkpoint once phase 2 starts, but you can choose to go though phase 1 again). Phase 2 has harder attacks, but less variety to them, as he lost access to a buncha attacks. He blocks and counterattacks 27 times. He only needs to be hit 3 times after that to kill him. The rest of the route continues as normal.

Neutral Route(s): He doesn't fight Frisk, he just takes every chance he's given to mess with or insult them. If Papyrus is killed, he says, "good riddance. ... you...you did me a favor, kid. don't start thinking i loved that jerk."